Hutt's temples bulged and bulged, and his brain seemed to be a mouse drilled into it, and his brain was about to boil. The www.biquge.info of headaches kept knocking on his already fragile nerves, making him feel a very violent desire to raise his sword and slash something to calm his furious emotions.

But he didn't do it, because the more he was at this time, the more he needed to calmly suppress the various bosses and those minions under his command.

Today's battle did not show the prestige of the Brotherhood, but broke the backbone of the Brotherhood. More than 200 people died, and less than 100 were wounded. The whole Brotherhood is going to blow up, and the brothers who left themselves on Fountain Garden Street at the last minute and died tragically under the knives of Rice's gang of petty thieves and stupid guys are not alone. They also had their brothers, and they had their families, and now they were mad because of their deaths.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!!"

One by one, they stood on chairs or tables with their weapons held high, the white saliva at the corners of their mouths could not stop their roars. Their scarlet eyes reflected a glow of hatred that was something that even Hutt feared. Under the will of hatred, he simply could not completely suppress this group of people who were already on the verge of madness.

He knew very well that in today's battle, he had planted a big heel. In an instant, there were two or three hundred fewer people, and he was no longer the top force in the underground world of Ortlenburg, which was known as the city of sin and the capital of chaos. Those who had been oppressed by him, who had been hurt by him, had begun to quietly sharpen their swords, and began to prepare to eat his flesh and drink his blood. His situation is precarious.

The best choice is to calm down, then shrink the territory and power, and wait for the strength to recover before making plans. But this is impossible, hatred is one of the strongest human emotions and tends to dominate those fools who have no brains. The saddest thing is that he is the leader of this group of fools.

A pair of hateful eyes focused on Hute's body, and Hute endured the irritability in his heart, his face gloomy, and his former prestige was overdrawn. He met one after another glances, and the chill in his heart bloomed little by little. Eventually, he nodded, and the crowd erupted instantly.

The cry of revenge shook the whole of Ortlenburg, and everyone knew that the blood shed on Fountain Garden Street today was only an embellishment for a day in the near future. One of the city's most powerful forces is about to come to an end.

Hute left in annoyance, he really couldn't stand these fools who were dominated by hatred. He summoned a few of his leaders and asked sharply in a smaller room, "Why didn't anyone from the garrison come today? Can anyone tell me why? Do you know that we lost so many men today, because the nosy rubbish didn't show up!?" In this room, he had no worries, grabbed his favorite magic lamp, and slammed it on the ground.

The shattered fragments of the broken lamp flew everywhere, and he couldn't get enough of it, so he grabbed the wooden chair and slammed it the table, knocking over a lot of things on it. He vented all his negative emotions in this way.

After a while, he panted and sat down in a chair, wiped his sweat, like a wounded hungry wolf lowered his head and raised his eyes to look at everyone, "Who can tell why the planned things have not been implemented?"

The room was silent, the atmosphere was tense, and finally someone spoke, "Sorry boss, we did what you planned, and later sent someone to urge, but Poole didn't mean to do it at all." ”

"Don't you mean to do it?", Hute's tone sharpened, "The offering of ten gold coins a year just makes him have no intention of doing it? And you stupid trash, won't you take people to attack the police station and then lure them over? Do I need to arrange everything for you by hand so that you know how to do it? Why don't you think about it with your rotten **** brains like rotten **** in the stinky gutter?"

A small leader gnawed and said, "What now? Do you want to negotiate?"

Hutt suddenly grabbed a book and threw it over, and the little leader didn't have time to dodge, and a wound was smashed in the corner of his forehead by the thick bookcase, and the bright red blood covered half of his cheek in an instant.

"Negotiation?!", Hutter couldn't control his emotions that had just calmed down a little, and stood up with his arms waved, "What do you want me to negotiate? Look at those people outside, if you dare to say the word negotiation to them, they will tear you to pieces!", he walked in front of the little leader, the little leader lowered his head under Hute's gaze, but Hute smashed his head with his fingers, "Did you grow up eating ****?

His eyes became colder, and he spun back and forth a few times, exhaling, "Go contact Harvey, I want to see him." ”

Moments later, Hutter's emissaries met the great slave merchant of Ortlenburg in Harvey's lair.

"Hut wants to see me?", Harvey was lying among a few naked slave girls, enjoying a transcendent service, scratching the thick layer of chest hair on his chest and spitting the grape skin in his mouth on the ground.

Just now, Rice's talent had just arrived, and as the most powerful slave merchant in the city, Harvey's position had become beyond reproach at this moment. He also had a team of 200 slave hunters, and hundreds of sturdy male barbarians, and he was able to muster enough power to suppress the Brotherhood and the Rice gang. If it had been yesterday, he might have agreed to Huter's request, but now the two sides are no longer equal.

Ortrenburg is such a realistic place that you should never expect someone to throw a life-saving rope into the mouth of a well, they will just lift a stone and throw it down with all your might.

Harvey changed his position, and the slave girls wrapped around it again, and in a slight gasp, Harvey stretched out a finger surrounded by a huge gold ring, and nodded a little, "Let Hutt come to me again with something enough to make my heart move, or let him hell with him!", he shuddered for a moment, and gasped comfortably, "Throw him out, hell, you have to come to me at this time!"

After his men had thrown out the messenger sent by Hutt, Harvey pushed all the slave girls to his feet, and after the slave girls had dressed him with their clothes, Harvey waved them back. He rubbed his chin as if to answer himself, "Why did that treacherous boy from Hut get into such a fight with Rice?"

Without waiting for anyone else to answer, he smiled: "That's because Rice has what Hut wants, and he even pays the entire brotherhood." What is it that has such a charm? Obviously, the title deed worth millions of gold coins. ”

"Wait...... Wait a minute......!"

To be a slave trader, money and manpower alone are definitely not enough, and Harvey also has a smart brain. Or that the people who can make a name for themselves in this city are not stupid. After analyzing the matter upside down several times, he pursed his lips and glanced sideways at his subordinates who were a head taller than him, "Go to the best restaurant and order the most expensive table, and then invite Sister Alma to come over." Remember, be polite and very respectful. ”

It's time to contact Alma, and then swallow the Brotherhood and Les, with Alma's cleverness and sanity, she won't fight with herself for that title deed. As long as Alma was willing to help herself, she would not hesitate to abandon the slave business.

Harvey never underestimated anyone, even Alma, the **** eldest sister, he never underestimated her.

At this moment, Harvey did not regard the Brotherhood and Rice as his opponents at all, and he was there today to watch the battle between the two sides from beginning to end. He knew very well that so many people had died at once, and the two sides were already dead. Whether it was Hutter or Rice, they definitely couldn't control their men, otherwise they wouldn't have sent someone here, hoping to get his help. All he had to do now was do nothing, and Huter would die with Rice, and then he would reap the fruits of victory.

Of course, he will not ignore other forces that covet the fruits, such as the notorious mercenary groups, the smuggling merchants who are full of legitimate merchants. He needs to unite a force like Alma, who doesn't have much ambition or desire, to expand his strength, and then reap the fruits of victory with a thunderbolt that will make those people intimidated.

Harvey pondered for a moment, then said to his right-hand man: "Go and arrange for men to appease the black barbarians, tell them that they have helped me win this battle, and I will give them freedom, and reward them with enough gold coins as payment." He grabbed the collar of his right-hand man, and the faces of the two were almost pasted together, "Remember, it must be done, whether I can become a noble lord in the future, whether you can become a vassal of the nobles, and I will eat and drink spicy food, it depends on this experience." ”

Finally, he let go of his hand that was tightly gripping his collar, "By the way, check why the garrison was not dispatched, find out the reason, don't be afraid to spend money." ”

A battle, and all the forces of the entire city were mobilized. They saw an opportunity, an opportunity to become a human being.

Those who are born nobles may not be able to understand the thoughts of these commoners, these people can throw away anything in order to become nobles. Whether it is dignity or soul, as long as you can become a nobleman, there is nothing that cannot be sold!

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The second update is over,,Ah,As a lazy cancer patient who didn't save the manuscript,I'm very satisfied with my code speed.。