Massa Casino is said to be big and small, it is just the largest casino in the barony, and the people who normally play in it are all people with small wealth in the town, and it is precisely because most of the people here are from the town of Coron, so most of them are familiar with Bouville.

Many people who had not yet placed bets, after seeing Bowell rush out, also followed out with great interest, wanting to join in the fun.

Outside, as soon as Bouwell went out, the whole person froze in place, his eyes widened, and he saw that on the road in front of him, a black-armored warrior with a weapon in his hand was quickly surrounding the entire Marsa Casino, and there were no less than three hundred people at a cursory glance.

Even on the road in the distance, there were groups of black-armored warriors, marching fast, not knowing where to go.

"Young Master, be careful!" the four guards immediately drew their swords and stepped forward, blocking the way in front of Bowell.

Feeling the gaze behind him, Bowell turned around and looked, and saw a group of guys staring at this place, then gritted his teeth, picked up the guards in front of him, and said in a stiff tone to the strong man who was obviously led by this group of people not far away: "You guys...... Who are they? Don't you know that this is the territory of our Cologne family? How dare you intrude on the territory of my Coren family!"

"The Coren family!" Mark, who was standing at the front of the group, frowned, stared at Bouville carefully, and was overjoyed, he didn't expect to catch a fish that slipped through the net.

The castle where the Coren family lives has been destroyed by them just now, and now they are cleaning up some of the remnants of Cologne Town, especially some forces with foreign backgrounds that will affect the future management of Cologne Town.

However, what Mark didn't expect was that in this Massa gambling house, he actually bumped into Bouwell Cologne, who was not found in Cologneburg, and at first Mark regretted that he was escaped by this guy?

"Are you Bouvier Coren, the eldest son of Baron Cologne?" asked Mark with a frown on his expression.

Hearing Mark's question, Buff's face was obviously relieved, and looking at the expression of the guy in front of him, he should be afraid of his Cologne family, Buffwell said in his heart.

"That's right! I'm Bouvier Coren! If you don't believe me, ask the people next to you, they all know me.

Also, where did you guys come from? How dare you invade my Cologne town at will?" Bouville felt a lot more confident in his heart, and his tone of voice hardened a lot, glaring at Mark in front of him with his eyes.

Hearing Bowell's words, Mark showed a kind smile on his face, looked at Bowell a few times with a smile, and nodded, looking at Bowell inexplicably.

Suddenly, Mark's face turned cold and he waved his hand at the fighters behind him.

The goal is set!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Burst......

In an instant, arrows burst out of the slots and plunged straight into Bowell's body.

"Gree......" Bowell looked at Mark in disbelief, and then fell down, lifeless.

"Young Master!" The four guards were shocked, they never expected that these people would dare to kill them, and they were caught off guard for a while.

"Kill!" a few of the guards were red-eyed, drew their swords, and rushed towards Mark.

Poof!

"Ah......h

It's a pity that dozens of ink-black cold crossbow arrows were ushered in, and the four people with only the strength of the cavalry were shot into a hornet's nest in an instant.

"Murder! Murder!"

The sluggish gamblers reacted at this time, looked at Bowell and the four guards lying in a pool of blood, looked frightened, shouted, and rushed towards the Massa gambling house, afraid that if they were slow for a second, they would become a member of the ground.

"Catch me!" Mark said with a grim expression, since he was able to catch Bowell in the gambling house, maybe there were other gains among these people.

"Wait!" At this moment, an old white man in iron armor with a broad-bladed sword came out of the gambling house, judging by the degree and aura of this guy, Mark knew that this person should be a low-level knight.

Mark stared at the guy in front of him, and with a wave of his right hand, the flame warrior who was about to move paused.

"This lord should be from Mu Sen Ling! I don't know what is offensive about my Massa Gambling House that can make Mu Sen Ling so excited?

If we are really offended, please give us a chance to make amends for the sake of the face of His Excellency Harvey behind my Massa Gambling House!" the old man knew the coat of arms on the clothes of Mark and the others, and he was a little jealous, although he lowered his posture, he also lifted the eldest son of the Viscount of the Night, Harvey, to show the power behind him.

"Your Excellency Harvey!" Mark said to himself, Harvey naturally knew that it was a pity that before his own Viscount ordered the attack on the Night Lord, Harvey's status was indeed very high, but after the Mu Sen Leader broke through the Night City, Harvey was nothing, and now this old man lifted Harvey out to press himself, which was ridiculous.

Mark grinned, and with a wave of his right hand, hundreds of arrows shot out of the Qinghuang crossbow in the hands of one flame warrior.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of streamers flashed through the air, and the sound of breaking through the air roared, resounding throughout the street, and attacking the white old man.

The old man's eyes widened angrily, so that the wrinkles on his face were reduced a lot, and the crisis of life and death was just around the corner.

Burst!

It's a pity that hundreds of arrows almost blocked the old man's entire escape direction, so that he was covered by arrows no matter where he fled.

"Kill!"

The old man seemed to understand his situation, and with a roar of rage, he swung the great sword in his hand with all his strength, and swept a circular sword shadow in the air, trying to block all the arrows that were shot at him.

Bang! Bang!

There was a dense collision sound, and one by one the arrows hit the big sword, and they were bounced out by the big sword, but unfortunately although the big sword was fast, it couldn't block all the arrows.

I only heard the old man's scream, his body half knelt down, holding the big sword in his right hand, not letting himself lie down, and then began to wear rough air, as if he couldn't breathe, but he fell down in more than ten seconds.

In addition to the arrow in the old man's right leg, he could clearly see that the iron armor on his chest was also inserted with an arrow that only exposed its tail, and at this time, the entire arrow had broken through the defense of the iron armor and pierced into the old man's body, which should be his fatal injury.

It's also strange that the old man is unlucky, he encountered the flame warrior who is equipped with the Qinghuang crossbow, the defense of the iron armor is very good, if Mark and the others are just ordinary warriors, they may not be able to easily take down this low-level knight, but unfortunately the flame warriors have already equipped the Qinghuang crossbow, the power of the Qinghuang crossbow is amazing, and the iron armor can be easily broken within a hundred meters, not to mention the distance of less than twenty or thirty meters now.