The "North Hill Clubhouse" has always been a frequent place for Jabr to visit the gold cave, and his identity as a frequent visitor here has long been known, and whenever it is his turn to take a vacation, the person in charge of the club will send the best girls out to serve, in short, he must make the other party feel welcome.

However, the girl in the clubhouse was most afraid of Jabeur's arrival, because Jabul had a quirk, he was an extremely keen sadomasochistic person, and often the girl would be covered in scars after serving him, and it would take at least ten days and a half to get better.

The girls couldn't refuse the clubhouse's arrangement at all, so they could only resign themselves to their fate when Jabr came, silently praying that the other party would never choose them.

In the evening, more than a dozen war horses galloped at high speed in the wide street and raised a cloud of smoke and dust, causing the surrounding pedestrians to panic and dodge, the scene was suddenly chaotic, and the out-of-tant-garde people who had a violent temper scolded a few words angrily and then planned to catch up and settle accounts, but they were dissuaded by the well-wishers around them, and the outsiders were helpless to give up after making it clear the identity of the other party.

"Greetings to Lord Jabr!"

As the riders rampaging through the street stopped in front of a splendid building, a neatly lined line of attendants shouted respectfully to one of the riders at the door.

"Haha! That guy from Jemms always likes to do this, but I like it! ”

Jabr rolled over and dismounted, grinning with a grinning face.

"The old rule, arrange my brothers first, and then I will choose slowly."

The war horse is naturally taken care of by the groom of the clubhouse, so there is no need for Jabr to care about the placement of the war horse, and when he saw the familiar steward who came forward, Jabr waved his hand.

"Don't worry, Lord Jabr. I've arranged this for you. The steward flattered.

With a group of riders swarming in. Jabr didn't bother to admire the exquisite and luxurious décor of the clubhouse. After all, he had been here too many times, and he was accustomed to all aspects of the clubhouse, unlike the few newcomers who followed him who would always look around from time to time, just like a countryman who had just entered the city.

As the riders under his command were led away one by one, Gabr and the steward came to a spacious and bright room, sat on the comfortable sofa and stretched their arms lazily, and then said directly: "Is there anything new today?" The original girl is boring. ”

"As it happens, the other day we received a slave girl from the Duchy of Parn. I've only recently tamed their temperament, Lord Jabeur, would you like to try this new batch? The steward on the side said humbly.

"Tsk, it's a slave girl in the Duchy of Parn, but I prefer a fierce wild horse to a tame meek sheep." Gabrimo grinned lewdly as he rubbed his chin and stiff short whiskers.

"Even the most docile sheep sometimes rebel against their master's commands." The steward laughed.

"Then let me see how the sheep rebel against the lions!" Gabr laughed when he heard this.

"Then go and bring people now." The steward hurriedly said.

"Let's go!" Gabr waved his hand.

The steward immediately hurriedly retreated, and after a while, the door of the room suddenly opened, and one by one, scantily clad and beautiful women, led by the steward, walked in softly and weakly, and stood in a row in front of Jabr.

"Look up."

Looking at the exotic slave girls in front of them with their heads bowed. Jabr said with a majestic face.

At the sound of the order, the slave girls raised their heads in shock. But he didn't dare to look directly at Gabr, who was a little evasive.

Carefully looking at the group of female slaves in front of him, for a long time, he seemed to be quite satisfied with his head, stretched out his hand and pointed to a young girl with plump breasts and fat buttocks and a petite and beautiful young girl and said, "Just the two of them." ”

"It's your honor to be chosen by Lord Jabr, you must be careful and cautious to serve your lords, if there is a slight displeasure to your lords, hum!"

The steward spoke sharply to the two girls he had chosen, and then led the other girls out of the room, smiling and bidding Jarbr farewell.

"You two, come with me—"

Jabr got up from the couch, said a word to the trembling girl in front of him, and walked straight to the bedroom in the room, the two girls looked at each other, and they could see the fear in each other's eyes, they both knew what fate they were about to face, but they could not change it.

"Why don't you hurry up and get me in!"

At this moment, there was a disgruntled cry from Jabr in the bedroom, and the frightened girl immediately hurried to the bedroom, fearing that she would annoy the guest who had been told so much by the steward.

However, the moment they entered the bedroom, the eyes of the two girls widened in horror at the same time, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The bedroom was lined with blackened blood stains everywhere, a red-hot soldering iron in the blazing brazier in the corner, and all kinds of torture instruments hung on the walls, especially the smirk of Gabr standing naked in front of a binding wooden frame with a leather whip in his hand.

"Take off your clothes and come over to me!"

Jabr shook the whip hard, and said in an eerie menacing tone.

The two girls trembled, and subconsciously untied their thin clothes according to Jabr's orders, although they could not suppress the urge to run away, but reason told them that if they escaped from this door today, they would never see the sun of tomorrow again.

Jabr skillfully tied the obedient two girls with ropes, plugged small wooden balls in their mouths, and was about to show off his lustful power when suddenly an unfamiliar voice sounded in the bedroom.

"Mr. Gabr is so funny."

As soon as the words fell, before Jabr could react, a black light flashed in front of his eyes.

He opened his mouth wide, staring at the strange man in black who mysteriously appeared in front of him, as if trying to make a cry for help, but the cut throat could only make him keep "ho-ho" hoarseness, as his consciousness gradually fell into darkness, Jabr's body fell to the ground with a bang!

"Woo-woo-"

Noticing the sudden assassination in front of them, the two girls who had been bound by ropes screamed desperately, but unfortunately the wooden balls in their mouths made it impossible for them to speak normally.

Xia Lan looked indifferently at Gabr, who was completely dead on the ground. A vial of gray-white potion appeared out of thin air in his hand. He poured the potion over Jabr's wound. A pungent white smoke rose as Jabr's body dissolved at a rate visible to the naked eye.

He had been waiting for Gabr for five days, and today he finally solved the most crucial part of the other party's plan.

When Jabr was completely gone, and only a puddle of water remained on the ground, his attention shifted to the two women who were being bound.

He saw in the woman's eyes full of fear and pleading, and the process of killing Jabr and dissolving the corpse of Xia Lan completely shattered their psychological limits.

"Unfortunately, you have a reason to die." Xia Lan bent down to pick up the leather whip left by Gabr, shook his head at them, and said, "At least I will give you a happy death." ”

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"Bad luck!"

About an hour later. Xia Lan disguised himself as Jarbr and walked out of the room with a grim face, only to have the steward who came nearby to hurry over and ask for questions.

"Lord Jabr, what's going on? Could it be that those two slave girls are angry with you? The steward said in fear.

"Humph! How exactly do you train them? You want to murder me in the end?! Xia Lan snorted coldly.

"What?! Murder?! The steward couldn't believe it.

"Yes, fortunately I found out in time, otherwise it would have ......," Xia Lan said with a pretended anger.

"What about them now?! I will definitely help you with an explanation! The steward said hurriedly.

"Dead!" Charland Road.

"Dead?!" The steward said with his mouth open.

"Nonsense! Assassins who dare to murder the officers of the kingdom deserve death! Xia Lan gritted her teeth.

"Your Excellency! Forgive your sins! The steward suddenly weakened his knees and knelt in front of Xia Lan begging for mercy.

"Forget it, after all, I often come to patronize you, and I guess this time is also your carelessness......" Xia Lan muttered.

"Thank you for your understanding!" The steward seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly said.

"I won't pursue this matter, you go and gather my subordinates now, and we'll leave later." Charland Road.

"Yes, yes, yes! I will do it immediately in the next. ”

As he spoke, the steward crawled and disappeared into Xia Lan's sight. If he looked back, he could see a strange smile on the face of the frightened Lord "Jabr" in front of him.

The riders, who were happily venting, must have been unhappy when they learned of Adjutant Gabriel's summons. Just to learn that someone was actually trying to assassinate the adjutant, everyone's displeasure disappeared completely, according to military regulations, if Lord Jabr died because of this, all of their nominal guards would be buried together!

Compared with small lives, when can't this kind of thing be solved?

For the sake of Adjutant Gabr's safety, it would be safest to go back to the barracks, at least then the responsibility would not be entirely on them.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the riders quickly left the "North Hill Clubhouse" and returned to the military camp outside the city without stopping, fearing that they would encounter any accidents on the way.

Meanwhile.

In the bedroom of the room that originally belonged to Jabr in the "North Hill Club", the steward waited behind a cleanly dressed figure as if he were walking on thin ice, and his lowered eyes glanced at the two scarred and terrifying female corpses on the ground from time to time.

"Have you investigated the specific origin of that slave girl?" The man in front of the steward said in a low tone.

"Back to the master, I have carefully investigated, and there is really no problem with this slave girl." The steward said cautiously.

"Really?" The man said lightly.

"Exactly! This subordinate can be guaranteed with his life! "Steward.

"Maybe I'm too careful." The man shook his head.

"Perhaps, after all, some of Lord Jabr's quirks are not something that anyone can bear, but it's a pity for these two slave girls." The steward sighed.

"I'll respond to Elliott about this, at least he'll be restraining Jabr for a while." (To be continued......)