The cacophony of words was accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

There's a hint of clutter in the neatness.

Surrounded by a team of bodyguards in black suits, a young man walked in.

It's very similar to the 'Sender 9' in the past.

But a little older.

But the arrogance on his face is more than that of 'Sende 9', I don't know how many times.

When he saw this young man, Beard felt a pang in his heart.

How did he get here?

The person in front of him was known to Beard, who used to be the security advisor of the 'Sender family'.

Sender 8!

A person who is not treated well in the 'Sender family', compared with his brothers and sisters, the other party has no ability, and only relies on the name of the 'Sender family' to do misdeeds.

If it weren't for the 'Sender family', Sender 8 would have died no one many times.

This is everyone's knowledge.

But the other side is Sender 8.

So, the other person is alive and well, better than 99 percent of the people.

Beard looked at Sende 8 who was coming, took a slight breath, and was about to walk up to stop the other party.

Although I don't know why the other party came to Area F.

But Beard remembers who he is now: Lothar 11's personal bodyguard.

Not only does he need to keep Lothar 11 safe, but he also needs to make sure that Lothar 11 doesn't suffer harm from other aspects.

And at this time, it would not be a good thing to have Sender 8 close to the drunken Lothar 11.

However, someone went one step faster.

Pelce.

The 'contact' walked up to Sender 8 with a polite but embarrassed smile.

"Sende 8 Young Master."

"Please stay, here ......"

Syllable!

Without waiting for Pelce to finish, Sender 8 raised his hand and it was a slap in the face.

Fast and ruthless.

Peer didn't react at all and was slapped to the ground.

Surprised, stunned!

Pelles had no idea that Sender 8 would shoot directly.

Rumors about Sender 8, he had heard.

But what Pelce didn't expect was that Sender 8 was even more arrogant than rumored.

"What are you to dare to stop in front of me?"

Sender 8 stood, looking down at Pelles.

The tone is contemptuous and sarcastic.

Then, the eighth heir of the 'Sender family' waved his hand at the bodyguard next to him and said, "Break three legs and throw out the 'Game Mansion'." ”

Immediately, the four bodyguards around him took action.

But he was stopped by Beard.

"Beard, you're going to stop me?"

"You ungrateful dog, ready to stop me?"

Sender 8 looked at Beard with a gloomy face.

But, suddenly, the young man laughed.

"You, him, and him and him."

"Not bad, not bad."

"Lothar 11 seems to be a bit capable, not only has he gained enough benefits for the 'Lothar family' in this 'incident', but he has also learned to buy people's hearts."

"Are you grateful to Lothar 11 now?"

"Is it so that he can die?"

"Good!"

"I'm going to give you this chance now!"

Sender8 pointed at Beard, Pelce, Rosrow, and Gallen, laughing louder and louder.

It's just that in the midst of such laughter, the young man's face began to distort.

That's a form of malice.

It's pure.

When such malice reaches an extreme-

"Kill them for me!"

Sender8 said.

Suddenly, the surrounding bodyguards rushed towards Beard, Pelce, Rosrow, and Gallen.

Of the four, Rosrow was almost ineffective.

Peer has some combat effectiveness, but after being fanned to the ground, his combat effectiveness is also close to zero.

Therefore, at this time, Beard and Karen were left.

Compared to Jialun, because of the 'accidental mutation', Beard's strength is stronger.

So, Beard was besieged by most of his bodyguards.

These elites from the 'Sender family' have a strength far beyond ordinary people, each of them is selected and rigorously trained, and more importantly, one of them is very special.

Bang!

After Beard knocked out one of the bodyguards in front of him with a powerful punch, a sudden fist appeared in front of him.

Stealthy, and fast.

Beard only had time to take a defensive stance before he was knocked away.

Bang!

Beard's body slammed into the wall of the hallway.

He was stunned and searched for his target.

No!

In his field of vision, there was no one who threw the punch at all.

However, the next moment, just as he was in doubt, another punch was smashed into his face.

Bang!

Same as before.

Beard slammed into the wall again.

In the midst of such an impact, Sender 8 continued to walk forward arrogantly.

And in the eyes of the eighth heir of the Sender family, it is extremely clear.

Everyone has everyone's disguise.

Each serves a different purpose through their own disguises.

He is no exception.

He disguised himself for twenty years!

This time it's finally time to harvest!

At the time of the death of the waste in Sender 9, he noticed an anomaly in Area F.

Then, everything was investigated in detail.

Beard! Pelles! Rosroe! Karon!

He didn't let go of any of these people.

Especially Beard!

He has investigated more importantly, and he does not want to repeat the mistakes of 'Schilling'.

Of course, he didn't have any regret for 'Schilling'.

Schilling doesn't die, how can he get out?

"Enjoy!"

"It's just a 'mutation', do you really think you're invincible?"

"Idiot!"

Sender 8 thought disdainfully in his heart and continued to stride forward.

In front of him, Karen was standing in front of the 'door' of the 'Abusive Apartment' and fighting with the four bodyguards of the 'Sender Family'.

Although he has not learned any real fighting skills, the 'Golden Lamb' seems to have excellent instinctive fighting skills, coupled with the strong body trained by years of tree felling career, and still does not fall behind in the face of the four bodyguards of the 'Sender family'.

"Sender 9, that guy has a good eye."

"It's really good material to be a 'madman.'"

"It's a pity ......"

"The vision is good, but the person is a little stupid!"

Sende8 snorted coldly in his heart.

For his younger brother, Sender 8 doesn't have any good feelings at all.

It's the same feeling as 'Schilling'.

All he has is resentment!

Resentful that these people have robbed him of what should have belonged to him!

'Sender'!

The honor, wealth, power that comes with this surname!

It's all his!

That's how it is!

The rest!

They all deserve to die!

Whoever fights with him for these will die!

Thinking of this, the arrogant and domineering meaning on Sende 8's face became more and more intense, and there was a trace of turbid heat in his eyes.

He raised his hand and waved.

"A few more!"

Immediately, the besiegers of Galen became eight.

When facing the four bodyguards of the 'Sender family', Jia Lun was able not to fall behind, but when the number became eight, immediately, the situation was completely crushed.

Karen was pinned down in a corner and punched and kicked.

"Huh."

Sender8 laughed and moved on.

See, that's the power of Sender!

Four people are not enough!

That's eight!

Eight is not enough?

That's sixteen!

There is always a time when you can crush any opponent with numbers.

Sender 8 is so convinced.

It's also enjoyable.

So—

"You will never be allowed to pass!"

With such a shout, Jia Lun, who was forced into a corner, suddenly rushed out.

Once again, 'Golden Lamb' stood in the way of Sender 8.

The 'golden lamb' with blood on his forehead and bruises on his face has a firm look.

As for the 'Golden Lamb', Jason and Lothar 11 are inside, and he will never allow anyone to enter without the consent of the two of them.

Whoever it is!

It's all the same!

Sende8 looked at the 'golden' lamb, whose eyes were still full of chaos and scorching heat just now, and immediately became angry.

Even, such malice made the green tendons on Sende 8's forehead jump.

While he was enjoying himself, someone disturbed him.

This is what he does not allow.

It is also what he hates the most.

"'Golden Lamb'?"

"Good."

"I'll eat roast whole lamb at noon today!"

After Send8 laughed, he looked at the stunned bodyguards, and he said word by word: "Of course, if I want to eat something else, it's okay." ”

Those stunned bodyguards shivered one after another.

They all know that Sender 8 is no joke.

Something else?

Where there is something else.

Sender 8 is trying to eat them.

Or the 'Golden Lamb'!

Death or survival, is there still a choice?

The eight bodyguards who were surrounded by the 'Golden Lamb' broke through and rushed towards the 'Golden Lamb' with a shout.

Each one is in a state of madness.

They don't want to die!

I don't want to be eaten!

So, we can only let the 'Golden Lamb' die!

The 'Golden Lamb' was once again forced into a corner, and this time the fists and feet became more and more dense, even if the 'Golden Lamb' roared again and again, it couldn't rush out.

Sender 8, on the other hand, didn't even look at it.

He's made his decision.

At noon, in addition to eating 'roasted whole sheep', there are also a few more 'side dishes'.

Let them get some activity now.

Only in this way can the meat quality be better.

Of course, it's also easier to drain acid.

Sender 8 steps forward again.

This time, finally no one stopped him anymore.

He walked unimpeded into the 'Abuster's Apartment', first glancing at Jason who was eating, and then focusing on the drunken Lothar 11.

Without any hesitation, he lightly kicked Lothar 11 with his toes.

"Get up."

"Don't pretend."

"Such a disguise is of no use to me."

Sender 8 said confidently.

But in exchange for only the snoring of Lothar 11.

A loud and uninterrupted snoring.

As soon as Sender 8 raised his eyebrows, he increased the force of the kick.

"Get up."

"Don't pretend."

It's a pity that Lothar 11 is still snoring.

Sender 8's face flashed with anger.

He thought that this was Lothar 11 perfunctory him, and almost subconsciously he was about to raise his foot and stomp on Lothar 11's head, but just as his raised foot was about to fall, Sende 8 suddenly stopped.

He looked at Lothar 11 and smiled.

"I almost fell for you!"

"You're provoking me into making a move, and then the guards of the 'House of Lothar' who are still in the 'Game Building' will be able to do it, right?"

"That's not right!"

"It's not just the family guards of the 'Lothar family', but also the emergency guards of the 'Game Building'!"

"The latter is more important!"

"You're happy to see it, too!"

"After all, you're in charge of the entire F sector for the time being."

Sende8 said, looking at Lothar11 with a gaze that was more solemn than ever.

Rival!

Before leaving for Area F, it was naturally impossible for him to investigate without Lothar11, a vested interest in the benefits of this 'incident'.

And in that family profile, Sender8 can confirm that Lothar11 is the same person as him.

He disguised himself with arrogance.

What about Lothar 11?

Use waste wood to cover up with the world.

The difference is that the other party is lucky.

It was so good that it made him envious, jealous, and hateful.

Profit out of thin air!

Of course!

This was what he had in mind!

Right now?

It's all the plans of Lothar 11!

Sender 8 is very sure!

Look at what this bastard did, the subordinates he just spent a lot of money on were able to ignore it, making his temptation completely ineffective, and then even using himself as a 'bait' to lure him into action.

He's a ruthless man!

However, it is too underestimated that he Sende 8.

He's not a like Sender 9.

"Lothar 11, I know you can hear me."

"Do you still want to disguise yourself?"

"After this incident, who will believe your disguise?"

Sender 8 sneered.

Although Lothar 11 was still snoring, that didn't stop Sender 8 from continuing.

"Once the camouflage is revealed, it has no effect."

"On the contrary, those who despised you before will only become more wary of you."

"How contemptuous it was before, how vigilant it is now!"

"You don't want to face that enemy, do you?"

"Especially in isolation!"

"So-"

"We can work together!"

"Get more living space in Zone F our way!"

"Even, Area F may become our own place!"

"The manpower and funds I've saved over the years are enough to help you do that, and then I want forty percent of them!"

Sende8 said, looking at Lothar11 expectantly.

However, the snoring remained.

This scene made the corners of Sende 8's eyes start to beat.

What he just said was naturally a lie.

The manpower and funds he has saved over the years are real, but not so much, and he doesn't want forty percent of them, he wants all of them!

What he wants is the whole F zone!

While saying these words, he certainly thought of how Lothar 11 would refute it.

I also thought about how to have a tug-of-war conversation with Lothar 11.

However, he didn't expect Lothar 11 to ignore him.

This makes Sender 8 feel like a punch to cotton.

However, the conversation needs to go on.

Just talking like this, Sender 8 is very uncomfortable, very awkward, very uncomfortable.

Therefore, Sender 8 subconsciously looked at Jason, who was completely out of the way and kept eating.

Here, apart from Lothar 11, only Jason remains.

Lothar 11 could not move.

Then move Jason.

It's not fatal anyway, is it?

(End of chapter)