Dense gunfire protruded several inches from the muzzle of the gun, almost illuminating the pitch-black sewers.

Jingle Bell!

After the yellow-orange-orange bullet shells popped out, they fell to the ground one after another, and they kept making a sound.

This kind of strafing lasted for 30 seconds.

When all the bullets in each gun have been fired, it is considered a ceasefire.

"Stop!"

The leading bodyguard raised his hand, and then walked to the 'sewage river', and at this moment, the remaining 'Sender family' bodyguards who had been preparing for a long time to ambush Beard and Roslo had already set up a mobile light source.

Five searchlights turn on directly, and the bright lights illuminate the area as if it were daylight.

A team of 6 bodyguards wearing diving suits jumped directly into the sewage river.

But soon, the bodyguards who dived into the water came out of the water one by one and made a gesture to their leader.

At the same time, a torn 'fishing net' was pulled to the shore by these bodyguards - a trap prepared in advance.

Originally, it existed as insurance.

"Damn."

Looking at the huge opening on the 'fishing net', the leading bodyguard's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

He didn't know why Beard had run away again.

This was the case three times before.

Enough means were prepared, but Beard always ran away.

Especially Beard's strength, as the bodyguard of the 'Sender family', he has a good understanding of the strength of this security consultant, although Beard is quite good, but he will definitely not be able to kill his 6-person team with his bare hands.

Hide?

Have an axe to grind?

The bodyguard who was staring at the mouth of the 'fishing net' couldn't help but think again.

However, none of this is his business for the time being.

He had more important things to do.

I need to report to the old butler.

And this is destined to be an easy thing.

He has already failed four times in a row.

The old butler's temper was not so kind.

Thinking of this, the leader couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As for escaping?

He didn't think about it at all.

Those who chose to run away did not really understand the terrible chicks of the 'Sender family'.

Under the terrible sphere of influence of the 'Sender family', there is no escape at all.

It's like the guy who protected Master Sender 9 before.

At the moment, I already regret that I am still alive.

Running away will turn death into a luxury.

If you don't escape, there is still a glimmer of life.

Maybe there will be something less in the body, but this leader knows very well that even a cripple is better than life and death.

Crawl out of the sewer.

The assistant of the 'Sender family' who was waiting there immediately disinfected the leader.

The alcohol spray seems to be baptizing the other party as if it doesn't need money.

Then there is perfume.

After making sure that the leader did not have any odor on him, the two assistants moved out of the way.

Of course, the shoes are in front of you and must be changed.

The leader smiled humbly at the two assistants, changed his shoes, and stepped into the car on the side of the road.

From the outside, the black car is just a little longer, and then it has a slightly heavy feeling.

Other than that, it looks really ordinary.

But inside, it's all luxurious.

Spacious leather seats.

Cherry wood flooring.

The handrails at hand are all made of polished antlers.

The leader did not dare to put his hand on it, half-bowed, and sat opposite very restrainedly, looking at the old man in front of him whose hair had already grayed, but there was no kindness, but his face was cold.

"Failed again?"

Schilling asked.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

"It was my mistake."

The restrained leader knelt down directly when the old butler opened his mouth to ask, begging for the old man's forgiveness.

There is no excuse, and there is no excuse.

He knew the old butler's habits.

It's very simple, and all the responsibility is taken on the body.

Or rather, it's his fault in itself.

"Rubbish!"

The old butler said coldly.

The leader's head lowered.

He began to imagine what kind of punishment he would suffer.

But—

"Get out of the car."

The old butler said.

The leader was stunned for a moment, then he looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

No penalty?

No!

Impossible!

How can there be no punishment?

Could it be......

Thinking of something, the leader's eyes were full of fear, and his whole body trembled.

"Your Excellency, spare your life."

The leader stammered.

But in exchange for an even colder answer from the old butler.

"Get out of the car."

The leader wanted to say something, or even simply kowtow and beg for mercy, but when he saw the old butler's eyes, which were full of cold from beginning to end, he knew that his fate was decided.

Trembling pushed the car door.

The leader stepped out of the car.

The old butler didn't look at it, but raised his hand and threw a lighter at the leader's body.

The leader, who was covered in alcohol, fell on fire at once.

"Ahhhh

A roar of pain rang out irrepressibly.

Flames danced in the leader's body.

And the residual alcohol on the ground was ignited.

The flames flickered up.

In an instant, only the sound of burning fire remained.

The screams were suppressed.

But the leader of the flames was still dancing.

Schilling admired this 'dance'.

The face that had been cold all the time actually showed a smile.

What is miserable in the eyes of ordinary people is a good 'dance' in his eyes, a 'dance' that can calm his mind and ease his emotions.

Two minutes.

Such dances stopped.

"Your Excellency, he's dead."

The assistant came over and reported.

"Waste is waste."

"I can't even hold on for ten minutes."

"Put his family in the dance studio, and the remaining minutes, made up by his family, starting with the youngest one."

Schilling said coldly.

"Yes."

Although it was a cruel and inhumane word, the assistant nodded in response to the habitual.

Obviously, this has happened more than once.

Standing beside the charred corpse, the assistant's heart was far less calm than it seemed.

He feared he would be next.

But there are some things that must be said.

"Your Excellency, Jason has escaped the encirclement."

"...... Return"

"What else?"

Schilling's face, who had just been in a happy mood, turned cold again.

"Also, he killed all three 'berserkers' we contacted earlier."

The assistant replied after swallowing quietly.

"Rubbish!"

The old butler cursed in a low voice.

Then, he saw the assistant have a look of desire to speak again.

"What else?"

The old butler stared at the assistant in front of him.

The fear in his heart made the assistant tremble slightly.

But the assistant said anyway.

"And the 'Golden Lamb' is not being hunted, but is 'hunting' others, and he has already gained an advantage in the second stage of the rematch through the 'Berserk' prop left by Jason."

The assistant finished speaking.

Quietly waiting for the old butler's punishment.

But after a few moments, such punishment did not appear at all.

He quietly looked at the old butler.

Suddenly, I found that the old housekeeper's face at this time was quite ugly.

It's something he's never seen before.

"Go to the 'game' headquarters in Area F."

The old butler commanded the driver.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The driver nodded immediately.

The old butler didn't pay attention to the assistant who was staying next to the car, but took out the handheld computer from the dark compartment on the side, and he began to look like the 'rematch' was not over yet.

The more he looked at it, the more gloomy the old butler's face became.

It's not just Jason who killed the three 'abusers'.

It's not because Garren took the props left by Jason and killed all sides.

It won't be because of Beard's escape.

None of these are any.

But because of himself!

He didn't even realize that these things were connected!

He entered without finding himself stepping into someone else's trap!

"Unforgivable!"

He whispered.

It's not just to himself, but also to the guy who laid out the 'Sender family'.

Sitting in the car, thinking for a few minutes, the old butler picked up the phone.

He needed to tell the Lord about what was in front of him.

"My lord, something went wrong, and the death of Young Master Sende 9 is just a bait...... Also, I suspect that someone in our family is involved. ”

Schilling calmly and succinctly relayed all this to the adult.

In the end, he even expressed his own speculation.

There's nothing wrong with that.

As the Schilling family, who has served the head of the family for more than five generations in the 'Sender family', they have long been integrated into the 'Sender family'.

The Schilling family has long been part of the 'Sender family'.

Even, at some point, the Schilling family can represent the 'Sender family'.

This is an honor that has been received since Schilling's grandfather's time.

All the way to his generation.

Schilling is proud of this.

However, he is now about to lose that honor.

Even if the lord doesn't pursue it, he will hand over the honor.

This is what he, as the steward of the 'Sender family', must do.

It is also the honor of being the steward of the 'Sender family'.

"I see."

"Schilling, I'll send someone to deal with this......"

"Leave it to me, sir."

"This is my dereliction of duty, please let me make amends."

Rarely, Schilling interrupted the head of the house.

The voice in the earpiece paused.

After about two seconds, the sound sounded again.

"Okay."

"Whatever you do, the 'Sender Family' will stand behind you."

Said in a calm voice.

"Thank you, sir, for everything you've done for me."

Even in the car, Schilling still bent down to show his respect.

After that, he hung up.

At this moment, the car has stopped.

The old butler got out of the car, and at a glance he saw the man standing at the door of the building waiting for him.

These people represent the top 100 families who have extraordinary influence in Area F, except for the 'Sender family'.

'House of Gibson', 'House of Hera', 'House of Emel' and 'House of Lothar'.

Of course, it's not the members of these four families standing here.

Not even, not the agents of these four families in Area F.

It's just bodyguards and assistants.

The old butler had a cold face and a sneer in his heart.

What the idea of these four families was, he had already guessed.

Although the hundred families are a consortium.

But it's not all right.

In private, there are entanglements of interests.

Secretly, the blood flowed incessantly.

When there is a flaw in a family, some hostile families will not hesitate to jump out and bite that family, and some families who have a good relationship on weekdays will also act together.

After all, the benefits are tempting.

Wealth touches people's hearts.

To be able to get an extra slice of the cake, why not?

"Steward Schilling, Your Excellency has been waiting for a long time."

"Please come with me."

One of the assistants stepped down the steps and made a gesture of greeting.

This is the person of the 'Lothar family' who has a good relationship with the 'Sender family'.

As for the people of the remaining three families?

He just stood there and looked at the old butler coldly, motionless.

The old butler nodded at the assistant and strode towards the elevator.

Then, head straight to the conference hall on the top floor.

Here, members or agents of the 'Gibsons', 'Hera's', 'Emmels' and 'Lothars' have been waiting for a long time.

"Your Excellency Schilling."

A young man stood up and bowed his head.

The other party was wearing a suit, and when he stood up again, he naturally buttoned the buttons, and at the same time, his body leaned forward slightly, and then returned to normal.

With half-length hair draped over his shoulders, his eyes are gentle and polite, and he looks like a cultured artist.

Member of the 'Lothar family' in Zone F, Lothar 11.

I am friends with Master Sende 9.

A nice young man.

After Schilling evaluated this from the bottom of his heart, he bowed down very respectfully and returned the salute.

"Young Master Lothar 11."

Polite greetings from both sides.

However, an old man who was also old couldn't help it.

Knock, knock.

The other knocked on the table.

"Schilling, you've broken the rules."

The old man's voice was loud, representing the 'Gibson family'.

"The hundred great families stipulate that no family can use any off-the-field means to influence the 'game'."

"You contacted three 'abusers' and joined the 'Golden Lamb' without permission...... When did Area F be decided by the 'Sender Family'? ”

With a coquettish smile, the representative of the 'Hera Family' spoke.

It was a lady with a black veil and a bright red dress.

As he spoke, a small black folding fan with lace in his hand kept waving.

"We need to explain."

The last agent of the 'Emel family' to speak was a middle-aged man.

The body is strong, and the suit is tightly propped up.

When he spoke, he gestured to his assistant.

The assistant who had been waiting for a long time came over with a suitcase.

There were both documents and videotapes in it.

Schilling glanced at it and knew what was inside.

It was he who sent someone to contact the videos of the three 'abusers' and the information of his actions in the last three days.

"Do you need to take a look?"

The agent of the 'Gibsons' spoke again.

"No, I don't."

Schilling shook his head.

"Then you're admitting?"

The lady from the 'Hera family' asked with a smile.

"This shouldn't have been done by His Excellency Schilling, I believe that His Excellency wouldn't do it, it must be his subordinate Yue Yan who did such a thing, we need to figure it out before discussing this matter."

Lothar 11, who had not spoken, spoke.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he defended Schilling.

Such words made the eyes of the three family representatives of the 'Gibson family', the 'Hera family', and the 'Emel family' flash with disdain.

Sure enough, it was as stupid as it was rumored.

The lady of the 'Hera family' gently opened the folding fan, shook it twice, and then looked at Schilling.

"Don't say it, just like Young Master Lothar 11 said, these are all things that your subordinates are doing without you."

The lady said with a hint of a smile in her voice.

"Of course not."

Schilling shook his head again dryly.

Then the old butler bowed again to Lothar 11 and thanked him.

"Thank you, Young Master Lothar 11, but, that's what I did."

"I do things by myself and bear them by myself."

The old butler said, his hand shaking.

A small pistol appeared in his hand.

The pistol was raised high and aimed at his temple.

The old butler continued with a smile on his face.

"It was I who made this arrogant act of humiliating my 'stewardship' because of my momentary anger, and it has nothing to do with the 'Sender family'."

"You want to explain?"

"I'll give it to you!"

Then, pull the trigger -

Bang!

Blood splattered.

(End of chapter)