"Kill them, of course."

Wendell turned his head and said, "Is there any other option?" Such an expression.

"I don't have anything to do with them, but don't make a big noise in my city and cause panic among the people, understand?"

Lot walked slowly with his hands behind his back, he was not afraid that the old guy would do something out of the ordinary, after all, all around him were knights and warlocks of the 5th order to help suppress them, and only the werewolves and vixens of the 4th order could not turn over any wind and waves at all.

The number of these monsters is only a few hundred or thousand, which is not enough compared to the hundreds of thousands of fifth-order law enforcement troops.

The state violence apparatus in the dungeons is now more and more mature.

"It's just killing people, nothing will go wrong, don't worry." Wendell patted Lott on the shoulder and smiled.

The little ghost in front of him is also the ruler of this place no matter how he says, and Wendell has to take care of his face somewhat.

Lott blocked his claws and nodded:

"That's fine, but the target is just these vixens, don't move the other races, don't move the birdmen, understand?"

Now the Birdman is Lot's most powerful ally, and almost any decision issued here, the first response at the international conference, including sanctions against a certain country or a dungeon that intends to send troops to the outside world to recruit an army that lacks order to maintain order, they will contribute money and help over.

This saved Lott quite a bit of unnecessary trouble.

In addition, the economy is now more or less integrated with the other side, so there is no room for political error in any way.

Wendell looked at him and pondered, and asked, "What if Birdman is a black hand of some and such a queen?" ”

"Let me tell you through, I have a record of every birdman in the city, including their eating, drinking, and Lazar, and I have always monitored them, and I have not found any cases of stealing chickens and dogs - their literacy is higher than anyone else." Lott said as he looked at Wendell.

I'm so tall that I don't know where to go.

This is the difference between a true elite aristocracy and an upstart.

Although the birds are fragile and timid, they are the most thorough race of chivalry.

Therefore, the Rolf clan is very disgusted with the lack of chivalry.

In comparison, the fox monsters are much worse.

They are the equivalent of nouveau riche who started out in the profiteering industry, they do not have a long history of aristocratic qualities, although they are rich, but their quality is much lower, and they often rely on their own pit and abduction and complacency—this is the kind of person that the knights beat the most, even if their diplomats shout their throats, it is useless, they should be killed, they should be beaten, there will be no room for negotiation.

Strict law can produce order, and violence is the only language that hooligans can understand.

But even so, it still can't stop the enthusiasm of the fox monsters to move to the dungeon en masse.

After all, any living thing is driven by an instinctive will to aspire to a better life.

Wendell was a little surprised to hear that Lott was actually monitoring the birdmen in the city all the time, and then asked tentatively, "You didn't monitor me, did you?" ”

The first lord didn't tell anyone about the surveillance function of the realm hall, including Wendell, who was his friend in the first place.

"No, how could it be, hehe." Lott replied with a smile.

Lott has inadvertently seen Wendell's dynamic several times, either on the way to the female ticket or on the way to the female ticket girl, and then he is too lazy to look at it again.

"That's good." The Wolf King nodded in satisfaction.

Lott smiled and asked, "So back to the old question, what are you going to do with those vixens?" ”

"How? Of course, send someone to grab these few things that are not long-sighted, remove an arm, and mail it to the other party's manager. ”

“.......”

How did this guy learn such a bloody gangster?

Or is he himself a long-established underworld force?

Lott found that he seemed to underestimate the old guy in front of him.

When he turned his head to look around again, the fox monsters that had been staring at him were gone.

They're gone?

"Run one, don't worry, my men will take care of it." Wendell patted Lott on the shoulder with a kind gaze and comforted him.

Before he knew it, the old guy had ordered his elite werewolves to cover their mouths from behind the fox monsters in the crowd, stun them, and quickly drag them away.

In fact, the Wolf Gang formed by Wendell is the biggest underworld force in the local area.

However, because he took into account Lot's feelings, he didn't take action against ordinary people, and he never showed it, so few people knew about it, and it was only circulated within other powerful gangs.

There are black forces stationed in every region of the world, and this is like the bacteria and viruses carried by the human body.

And as a leader, there are only two options, either to eradicate it vigorously or to recruit peace.

The former is useless, it will affect the innocent, and more importantly, a new batch will emerge after one batch is eradicated, so the best way is to control the maximum force and let them control and restrain other gangs.

Wendell, as an old friend of the first generation, has been blaming himself for betraying him until now, and he just wants to make up for Lot's words, so he has been helping Lott secretly control several large gangs in this place.

And Lott only learned about these in the later in-depth investigation.

"Need help?" Lott asked, looking around.

He was worried that the one who escaped would shake things out, after all, this group of fox monsters is a new black force, and they are very wild, so they can't guarantee what they can do.

"No, it's already settled." Wendell pretended to be calm, "My subordinates are the best of the best, and it was just an accident. ”

"Hehe, yes." Lott smiled and asked casually, "By the way, it's just to find an adulterer who instigates your daughter, can you use it to kill the other party?" ”

"Isn't that enough? The newcomers have to be beaten to show them who's in charge! "The wolf king's arrogance looks quite arrogant.

But after hearing this, Lott couldn't help but turn his head to look at him: Isn't it me who has the final say here?

"How?" Wendell asked curiously.

"Nothing." Lott shook his head, looked at the girls in front of him, and suddenly sighed in his heart: It's better not to let them know about those dark things.

Just as a few people were discussing where to go next, Fiona suddenly stopped.

And Wendell next to him also stared at the front with wide eyes.

It was a makeshift open-air stage, small in scale, and the purpose was to allow some new singers to go up and show themselves.

At this time, there was a woman with a microphone standing above, and she was discussing something with the prop master next to her.

"What's wrong?" Lott noticed that the father and daughter were stunned there, and they were a little strange for a while.

"Mommy......" Fiona whispered softly.