"Bang"

A loud bang rang out in the house of Steel Tooth Scott and Iron Hammer Cyril, and the two night robbers at the door quietly poked their heads in to take a look, only to see that the table in the middle of the room had broken in half and fell to the ground, and Steel Tooth Scott was standing next to him with an angry face.

Lunn, who had hurried back to report the news, was pale and fell to his knees trembling with trembling bodies.

"Rubbish, it's all a bunch of rubbish!" Scott was still angry when he smashed the table with one hand, and his iron jaw and steel teeth made his speech indistinct, but anyone could feel the anger that was gushing out of him now.

"Calm down, Scott." In addition to Scott and Lunn, there was another man sitting in the room.

This man is like a mighty lion, with a long face full of horizontal flesh under his fluffy ephedra head, gray and yellow eyes that seem to have no emotion in his pupils, and a burly body with knotted muscles that props up the cotton robe and leather armor on his body.

"Things aren't you, people aren't yours, Cyril, of course you can calm down, but I can't!"

Scott turned his head and snarled at the lion-like Cyril, but the latter didn't care, just staring at Scott with yellow eyes, cold eyes that were emotionless enough to silence even the most furious porcupines.

"What can you do when you're angry? Can you get things back, can you get people back? ”

Scott stared at Cyril angrily, as if he would make a move in the next moment, while the latter looked back without fear. The two bandit leaders with steel teeth and hammers stared at each other like this, and in the end, it was Scott who chose to retreat, knowing that he was no match for the lion in front of him.

"So what do you say? Those three damn guys dared me to rush to Xavier's villa in three days, there must be a conspiracy in this, an ambush halfway? Or is it the encirclement and suppression of the legion? ”

Scott finally calmed down, but he was still swearing, and walked around the room with his hands on his waist.

"Don't limit the enemy to the Legion, they've already eaten so much, and that cunning old thing from Marshall isn't so greedy." Cyril said in an unheaving voice.

"Who else is it not him?" Scott raised his voice suddenly, and the anger in his chest seemed to explode again, "My daughter Jennifer is not a simple character, the other party can take her down without injury, she must be the elite of the legion, except for Marshall, this damn bastard old thing, who else knows what Xavier has to do with us?" ”

Although Scott was in a state of anger, the idea in his mind was still clear - in the several cities near the Iron Hoof Plain, there were very few people who knew that they had colluded with the nobles to plunder the caravans, and they could count them on five fingers, and the person who knew the best and most likely to do such a thing was the commander of the city defense army of Tórshavn, the general of the garrison of the Iron Hoof Plain, Maher.

"No, it won't be his, maybe it's ......," Cyril muttered.

Just then, a robber cautiously walked into the room.

"What's the matter?"

Scott's roar frightened the robbers, and he hurriedly said, "It's Lord Wilbur here." ”

"Weber? What did he come to do? Scott turned to look at Cyril.

"Have you forgotten? A few days ago we went to Tórshavn to pick up a night owl's stronghold, probably to see the spies we caught. Cyril replied, turning to the robber who was still blocking the doorway, "Go and get Master Wilbur in." ”

Scott spat angrily, and seeing that Lunn was still kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but have another wave of anger welling up, and went up and kicked him to the ground with two steps and one kick: "Don't get out of here, useless thing!" ”

Lunn ran out of the room in severe pain.

After a while, a hearty laugh appeared at the door, and with laughter, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe walked in.

"Hahaha, I heard Scott's voice just after getting off the carriage, who made you angry? I guess Miss Jenny? ”

At first glance, the middle-aged man is a perennial pampered person, with a graceful and luxurious temperament.

"Mr. Wilbur, you may not guess why Scott was angry, his men were caught while they were out on a mission, and Jenny was among them." In front of the middle-aged man Weber, Cyril finally showed a faint smile, "The other party wants us to go within three days, and Scott is angry about it." ”

"There could be such a thing." Wilbur was surprised, as far as he knew, there should be no one on the Iron Hoof Plains who would dare to provoke or be willing to provoke the steel-toothed hammer, right, "What is the identity of the other party, have you figured it out?" ”

"Not really, we just got the news, three unidentified young people." Cyril glanced at Weber, and said slowly, "Maybe it's not an important person, when you're done with the matter at hand, you can free up your hands to solve it, three days is enough." ”

Hearing Cyril say this, Scott's eyes suddenly widened and glared at him, and he couldn't help but roar again.

But Wilbur suddenly clapped his hands at this time, attracted the attention of the two, and said: "Two, we still don't want to be too careless during this period of time, any accidents need to be treated with caution, so let's let Scott immediately take someone to arrest the three young people and ask them to make it clear, lest they run away." ”

Wilbur made a decision in a word, which shows that his status is higher than that of the two bandit leaders in the steel-toothed hammer.

Scott glanced triumphantly at Cyril, who was as expressionless as ever.

After Scott left, Wilbur glanced at Cyril who was motionless, with a subtle look of contempt and disdain in his eyes, but continued with a kind smile on his face, and said, "Cyril, let's get down to business." ”

"Mr. Wilbur is talking about the spies?"

"Yes, that's the purpose of my visit today, you tell me the details."

As Wilbur walked out the door, Cyril let out a soft breath and could only get up and follow him.

The two climbed from the first floor of the building to the second floor, during which time Cyril had told Wilbur of their previous days' actions, including the spy den, the three spies captured alive in it, and the information that had been tortured from them.

"Well, you've done a good job, especially the move of leaving someone to pretend to be a spy, and all the spies you catch, whether you live or die, are going to be sent here." Wilbur complimented Cyril with a smile, who only nodded slightly.

"Mr. Wilbur, would you like to meet that Mr. Hall? He was shut upstairs. Cyril asked.

Wilbur was a little moved, but after a deep sigh, he shook his head and said, "You give me the information you tortured from those spies first." As for Hall, I've heard of him for a long time, but he's in our hands now, and we can see him whenever I want, and there's no need to rush it. ”

Cyril nodded, entered the room on the second floor, and quickly pulled out a stack of snow-white papers from the other side of Poseidon's Domain.

Wilbur took the information and leaned against the balcony, not paying attention to the twisted words written on it, and slowly read it word by word.

There weren't a lot of papers, but Wilbur had been looking at them for a moment or so, and in some places he would pause and muse for a long time after reading them, as if he was pondering something.

"Click!"

At this moment, there seemed to be a faint but strange noise from the window not far away, and Cyril, who had been standing quietly beside Wilbur, frowned, turned and walked towards the window.

And just as Cyril was about to approach the windowsill, Wilbur, who had been muttering for a long time after reading the paper, finally came to his senses, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Cyril, there is something I want to tell you. ”

Cyril turned back in confusion, and Weber had already walked over and stood beside Cyril, and the two were talking on the windowsill.

"Cyril, this information is very important, judging from the clues shown inside, the night owls have already targeted us."

For this well-known spy organization in North Sendrane, Cyril's face instantly became solemn: "Then we ......"

"Don't worry, Cyril, there are many people in the Night Stalkers who can make decisions, but everyone has weaknesses, and when there are too many people, things are not easy to manage, and they will not pay attention to the steel tooth hammer." Wilbur said meaningfully, and the meaning of his words was clear.

There are their people among the night owls.

Cyril nodded in both reassuring and approving, if there are too many people in a group who can make decisions, then sometimes it is indeed very troublesome. He knew this very well, because there were three people who could make decisions in the Steeltooth Hammer Bandits, and the key to that was that Cyril was not the most powerful.

"However, you should be careful lately, pretending that Lorenzo's army is attacking the border villages of North Sunderland, just stop for the time being, and wait for the night owls to turn their eyes to the north." Wilbur said helplessly.

"I see, though, the people on Lorenzo's side ......," Cyril asked hesitantly.

"The area you're responsible for is the Plains of Ironhoof, Cyril." Wilbur unceremoniously interrupted Cyril's words, "Don't worry about the rest, don't try to take over power that doesn't belong to you if you don't have enough strength, it's not good for you, understand?" ”

Wilbur glanced at Cyril lightly, although his stature was much shorter and thinner than Cyril, but this glance still made Cyril look cold, and a fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

"I see, Mr. Wilbur." Cyril bowed his head deeply.

"Alright, don't let our relationship go bad Cyril, now you can take me to meet that Mr. Hall."

Wilbur smiled and reached out to pat Cyril on the shoulder.

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