When lying in bed the lord of the city of Sagan, Myron. As Griffith rose from enjoying the maid's service, his butler panicked and burst into the bedroom.

"Carol, what are you doing in such a panic!"

"Is it the Dongwei people calling again?"

"Or is there another beast tide besieging the city?"

Seeing the maid with her back and panicked and tidying up the loose placket on her chest, Myron said with a frown and dissatisfaction.

"Master, something is wrong!"

"Morey, Morey......"

The butler who had come all the way was out of breath and stuck in the most important place.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Tell me about it!"

Myron chuckled when he heard the word "Morey", and his heart was suddenly raised, but he waited for a long time and only heard the butler panting and swallowing dryly, but he couldn't hear the following words, which made him want to pull out the old immortal tongue and see what he had to say.

"Mo, Morey has gone to the ghetto with the fully armed Far Eastern Army, saying that he wants to find out his missing soldiers!"

Perhaps feeling his master's murderous gaze, the housekeeper finally told the rest of the news smoothly.

At the thought that some of her personal "unique" hobbies in the slums would be made public, Myron's lower body quickly became cold and shrunk, while her head became congested and hot.

"Bastard! Call everybody, go to the slums, and stop him for me!! ”

Slums, checkpoints.

"This, my lord, you can't go over!"

Although the fear in his heart could not disappear immediately, the captain of the guard could only stop in front of Morey with trembling, and tried in vain to block.

"My soldier is missing here, I'm going in to find it, do you have any opinions?"

Morey didn't speak, but Johnson said loudly with wide eyes at the captain of the guard.

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

"My lord, as long as you tell me what that person looks like, we will definitely help you find out!"

"Hehe, you don't need a labor army!"

Although he hated those who did not follow the rules, he still couldn't just let the army enter the black market at this moment.

The reason why the black market in the slums of Sagang City can have some fame in the Far East depends on the word safety, no matter what business you do, as long as you don't make a big mess, Sagang City will give you a pocket.

This is also an important guarantee that Sagang City, which is far away from the trade routes and has poor land, can become one of the middle cities in the Far East, but if this supposedly safe black market is disturbed by the Far Eastern Army today, tomorrow they will all have to drink the northwest wind.

In the face of interests, let alone the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Army, even if the king comes!

Just when Morey was about to break in, this Myron. Lord Griffith finally arrives on the scene.

"Haha, Baron Morey, what's going on? Makes you so annoyed? ”

"Bastard, did you make the Baron angry?"

Myron first flattered Morey with a smile, and then whipped the captain in the face who had been holding Morey in the face.

The captain of the guard let out an exaggerated scream, covered his face and fell.

"Hehe, Your Excellency Morey, these are rough people, and it is inevitable that they will not serve properly!"

"But don't worry, I'll be sure to concoct them later!"

After saying that, he poked the tip of his toe into the heart of the captain who fell to the ground.

This will be the captain is really injured, a sullen breath held in his chest, and his face is flushed.

Johnson stepped forward and said, "Lord Myron, we have two Far Eastern Army soldiers missing in your slums. ”

"And we have evidence that these two fighters who fought bloodily for the people of the Far East have died inside."

"This time we are going to go in and arrest the murderers who assassinated them, and this captain of yours has been holding us back from letting us in."

"Hehe, so that's it!"

Although he wanted to catch all the unruly guys in the black market and hang them, Myron still had to use the only brains left in his empty brain to think of a way to do his best.

"It's better to be like this, Johnson is so busy with military affairs that you can't get out of the way, it's better to leave this matter to us!"

"I promise that I will arrest those murderers one by one and hand them over to the Far East Army for disposal!"

"Of course, because of our negligence, two brave soldiers were killed, so we will also pay you a 'generous' pension for you to pass on to the families of those two Far Eastern soldiers, what do you think?"

So people are forced out?

This city lord, who is usually slow and forgetful, actually thought of a reasonable way to deal with it at this moment.

Arrest the murderer and pay compensation.

In Myron's opinion, he has made considerable concessions, and there is no reason for them not to accept them.

"Damn, don't let me know who one of you did it!"

For the guys in the black market, Myron naturally knows that they are black-faced and even darker-hearted, and if he wants to find the real murderer in such an intricate place, it will be difficult to find it if he gives him a month.

Most likely, those guys threw out one or two unlucky scapegoats to give themselves a beating.

But fortunately, Myron doesn't need to catch the real murderer, it's enough to be able to fool the situation in front of him.

Myron finished talking about his solution, and together with Johnson and the others, he turned his inquiring eyes to Morey, who had not spoken in the team.

They all know who is really in charge here.

The Far Eastern Army in armor filled the entire street, Morey did not speak, others did not dare to say more, and even the captain who had been falling to the ground and wailing unconsciously covered his mouth.

A depressing atmosphere was like a dark cloud about to rain in the mountains, covering this street, making everyone nervous unconsciously.

Finally, Morey, who had been silent, spoke.

"Johnson."

"The subordinates are here!"

"Forward." Morey said in a flat tone.

"No!"

Johnson smiled, turned around and yelled at the troops, "Far Eastern Army advances!!" ”

The Far Eastern Army, with its swords unsheathed, was like an ironclad puppet, and its steps were neatly crushed towards the slums.

"Lord Morey, think twice!"

"What's the matter, it's easy to discuss!"

"My lord, be merciful!"

Darren was still making his last efforts, trying to persuade Morey.

But the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army who heard the military order, no matter who you are, directly knocked the lord of Sagang City who was in front of him to the ground.

If it weren't for his servants risking their lives to drag him out, I believe that this pampered city lord would not have been as simple as a few more black footprints on his body.