"What did you do with Owen!?" Bruux angrily rushed over and questioned.

McConn was unhurried, he treated Unno's wound, covered it with a layer of dark green plant mud, and bandaged it with gauze, before turning to face him.

"My blood is nothing to a normal person, it is highly toxic to someone like him who has been soaked in a poison jar for many years, so he fainted. Any questions, son of Lord Victor? ”

"Bastard! You know what I'm asking, don't digress! Bruux stared into his eyes. Why is Owen a traitor to Shadowfootsteps? Why did your men take him captive? Is the port of Geoel going to declare war on Haimon? ”

"It's not that exaggerated, that sentence is only literal, Your Excellency, you won't not understand." McCone said lightly: "He is a traitor of the Shadow Footsteps, and he killed an innocent steward when he defected a hundred and fifty years ago. Unfortunately, that unlucky ghost is my father. Maybe it was Hela who sent him to me and asked me to catch him. ”

"No, you're lying!" Bruux clearly could not accept this fact.

"It's your excuse for hipsters! You ignorant, vulgar, unreasonable barbarians! You-"

"Your father should teach you to keep an eye on your surroundings at all times, especially if your only bodyguard is carried away." McCone rudely interrupted him, reaching out and holding down the man's bulging forehead, forcing him to turn to the side.

Bruw saw that there had been a group of people around him, dressed uniformly, who looked like the ship's guards, and now they had gathered around, and their faces were not good because of what he said.

This formation made his legs and stomachs weak, and he almost sat on the ground, but in an instant, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful face hidden behind the hipsters.

It was Miss Grace, but she looked at him with pity and disdain in her eyes......

How so......

No...... I can't!

Bruux felt a wave of anger burn from the soles of his feet all the way up to the top of his head, and what little sanity he had had left was gone.

I can't be looked down upon by this bunch of scum...... I am the future Lord of Haimeng! They should look at me with awe, not the way they do now!

Frustrated with frustrated self-esteem, Bruw stood up, looked squarely at the approaching Michao, and shouted angrily:

"Come on! My father was invited aboard the ship by His Excellency Hablon, and if you dare to touch a finger of me, I promise you will die an ugly death!" If there is a kind, it will come! ”

As soon as these words came out, the tide man suddenly stopped. It doesn't have much to do with Brou's father, but it mentions Hablon in his words. The tyranny of the latter is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people of the people.

Seeing this, Bruw was a little more confident, and he felt that he was back in control of the situation.

"Very well, you barbarians still have some wisdom. Remember, don't think that you can run amok with this broken ship, there are many people in this world that you dare not mess with. ”

With that, he turned to look at McCone and smiled cruelly.

"Especially you, you will pay for your reckless words and actions, especially what you did to Owen. But I'm a kind person, and I've decided to give you a chance. As long as you get down on your knees now and say my name aloud ten times, I can forgive you. ”

"Lord Victor's son—"

"I have a name!" Brouch shouted angrily, and he stepped forward, clutching McConn's neckline, saliva squirting in his face. Although the movements of the two were a little ridiculous because of the height difference, his face flushed with excitement and his bruised neck showed that it was not a joke.

"My name is Bruux, and you are obliged to remember it, and it will be remembered by everyone in the future!"

"Hey, don't bully Uno's friends."

Seeing this, Uno stood up violently, stretched out his hand and tugged hard, and Bruw was pulled aside. The latter's emaciated body was completely incapable of competing with it, and looked like a poor chicken cub.

Uno's actions made him completely lose his mind, but at this moment, three figures appeared at the center of this farce. It was the three city lord-level figures. They were finally willing to come down from the terrace.

These three have been watching since the beginning of the conflict, and now they just don't want to make things bigger.

Seeing his father's arrival, Bruw seemed to see the dawn of victory, but his tone did not change at all respect, but complained a little.

"Old man, you're not going to watch me being insulted from the beginning, are you?"

Victor had a cold face, he didn't even want to talk to his own son. However, Hosdi became interested, and said with added vinegar: "That's right, not only has he been watching, but he is also gritting his teeth with hatred. ”

Hearing this, Bruw thought that he felt sorry for his humiliation, and his expression eased slightly.

“…… The hatred in his heart, how can his son be a waste, even ordinary people can't beat it, tsk...... "Huo Sidi looked like he hated iron but not steel, and sighed again and again.

"You-"

Bruux was furious, pointing at his father's nose and about to reprimand, but he didn't want to be slapped in the back of the head by Victor and fainted.

"Isn't it enough to be ashamed?"

Holding his son on the table beside him, Victor seemed to age a lot in an instant. He turned to look at Hablon.

"I hope you can give me an explanation for this matter."

Hablon looked at McConn, and then at Uno, whom he didn't recognize.

"I'll leave it to you both?"

"I can't do it." Victor ignored Uno. "I can't make a move on an ordinary person."

As he spoke, he had an extra sword in his hand, stuck his backhand on the ground, and walked through the barrier as if nothing was there, leaving a trail on the hull of the Nagfar.

Hablon raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was the other party's dissatisfaction with him, and he didn't say much.

"I'll give you a chance to strike first." He said to McConn, "If you hurt me, I will let you go." Otherwise, you leave an arm as an apology. ”

"He bullied people first, do you talk about it-"

"That's fair." McConn interrupted the angry Uno, who glanced at Hablon, not seeing a trace of emotion in the other man's face.

Maybe he doesn't care if we live or die, McCone thought.

The pigtailed hipster took a deep breath, patted his cheek, cheered up to face Victor, his body sank, and slowly exhaled that breath.

He turned his condition to the best in just one breath, and there was no distraction, which made Victor look at him approvingly, but that's all, anyway, the other party insulted his son, and this account cannot be counted.

As for Owen, he may have fallen victim to the game of the big guys, and no one cares.

McCone let out a low roar and unpretentious punch, seemingly slow but with a cracking sound, slammed into Victor's chest.

The latter did not dodge, and relied on his flesh to resist this blow, the fist wind made his robe obviously swollen, and the clothes that were facing the back of the fist were torn, but his body did not move at all.

In McConn's eyes, his body was like a mountain, indestructible and immovable. This punch, which had exhausted all his strength, seemed to sink into the sea, slowly dissolved by the continuous mountains, and now he couldn't even take his hand back.

"It's outstanding."

Victor nodded, grabbed him by the shoulder, and with a shake of his arm, McConn was thrown to the ground.

"Your father must have taught you to fear power, especially when you don't have a backer."

Hearing this, Hablon raised his eyebrows again, he felt that the other party was speaking to himself.

Victor stepped on McConn's shoulder, grabbed his arm and broke it into an obtuse angle, and with the grinding and twisting of the muscles and bones made a tooth-aching sound, the arm was torn alive from the shoulder joint.

McConn gritted his teeth, but his throat couldn't help but let out a low, beastly moan, until his arm was torn off, and blood oozed from his mouth, and he didn't let out a single cry.

After doing all this, Victor threw down his severed arm like garbage, drew his sword and turned away. Hablon used a spell to seal the bleeding from the wound and left.

Uno's face was full of anger, it wasn't acted, it was really unbearable.

He stared at the red-eyed, knelt on the ground, clutching McConn's severed arm, a little at a loss, but the man with the big head was comforting him.

Mu Yan, who had been watching this scene from afar, sighed softly and said sorry in an imperceptible voice.

"I hope this is over sooner, I don't want to hurt more innocent people."

He meditated in his heart.