The soldiers charged the Golden Anchor Club.

They rushed past Claude, and in a few clicks, the old gate of the Golden Anchor Club fell off the door frame, and with a loud 'bang', it slammed heavily on the ground.

Then, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground was heard in the building, and the sound of various porcelain and glass shattering was heard. The exclamations of attendants and maids were heard, followed by the rough roars and insults of the soldiers who rushed into the building.

Old Man Claude ran back to the club in a rage, shouting loudly for everyone to shut up and for everyone to cooperate with the soldiers.

Joe turned his head, bent down, the war knife in his hand rested on Sinbad's neck, and grinned with bared teeth: "This situation, this scene, how emotional?" We are old friends, real old friends, and I have fought with you no less than a hundred times with Gorkin! ”

"Miserable, how tragic? Gorkin has broken his arms and legs by you, and so have I. Of course, your losses are even greater! In my memory, that's it! Your losses are even greater! ”

"We have a blood feud, and there is no doubt that we have a feud."

"So, I can understand that you can calculate countless intrigues and tricks on me for revenge."

"Even when Gorkin's last letter was returned, I thought that one day, like you, I might be broken and lying on some remote beach, unable to make a sound!"

"We're all men. Men, if you can't beat it, you have to admit defeat, and admit defeat sincerely! Losing money, or whatever, giving up a chunk of your interest, is a very routine operation. ”

"But you want to murder my dear mother!"

Joe's eyes flashed crimson, and Sinbad did see the ominous glint in Joe's eyes.

"I don't have a choice."

"I love my mom Leah! I love my sister Tifa!! I love my sister Vima!! ”

"They are such beautiful and kind people, how dare you, how can you, really attack them?"

"Oh, of course, you didn't do anything to Vima, but you certainly did. So, you must die! ”

"You, and all your family...... Includes all the dogs of the Wells family...... If I don't kill you, you will hurt my loved ones...... What else can I do? ”

"I have no choice!"

The ancient silver-handled sword in Joe's hand gently slashed across Sinbad's face, cutting a deep bone-reaching wound on his face.

Blood flowed down his face, and Sinbad's body writhed violently.

Old man Claude roared and yelled in the club, and then ran out in a hurry.

As he ran out, the knife slashed through Sinbad's face.

Seeing this, he raised his cane, hissed and made a gesture to pounce on Joe, who was standing on the salted fish cart.

The two soldiers stood in front of Claude, their flintlock rifles with bayonets crossed each other, and the flickering bayonets almost pierced Claude in the chest.

Claude, who was highly respected in Tulun Port, had strong personal strength, wealth, power, etc., and his body stiffened and stopped suddenly.

In his mind, Joe was nothing.

Joe's father, Hesse, is nothing either.

What can the Rittal family be? It's nothing more than a family outsider.

But the iron-gray uniform in front of me...... These soldiers in iron-gray uniforms!

Claude forcibly resisted the urge to make a move.

Imperial soldiers, representing the will of the Empire.

Unless the Haydn family wanted to rebel, Claude would never be able to do anything to these two soldiers who he considered to be extremely mediocre in strength.

Forty years ago, the million-strong army of the Delen Empire marched south, destroying more than 100,000 militiamen in the port of Tulum in just two days. That battle had left a deep impression on the invincibility of the empire in the hearts of old men like Claude.

The two soldiers kept their faces straight and gently pushed their rifles forward.

Claude raised his hands and took two steps back with a blank face.

The soldiers behind Joe were all tall, far taller than the average natives of Port Tulun. They are young, courageous, energetic, and full of fighting spirit. They are descendants of the imperial army that conquered the port of Tulum and the island of Casica, and their grandfather and father were both from the northern part of the empire.

On the island of Casica, in the port of Tulum, these Imperial soldiers formed their own faction.

They are incompatible with the locals, they have a blood feud with the locals, and they have an absolute psychological advantage over these short locals psychologically.

The two little soldiers, when they looked at the old man Claude, in their hearts, were all condescending to look down - nothing but a bad old man of the native!

That's all.

An ensign officer walked up with several soldiers, and the second lieutenant snatched Claude's cane and twisted his hands behind his back. A soldier held a special, weighted steel handcuff that slammed into Claude's wrist.

Claude pursed his lips and looked at Joe with a deep gaze.

Joe stepped on Sinbad's chest, and the blood stains on the ancient war knife in his hand were red, and the blood continued to slide down the knife, falling drop by drop on Sinbad's face and chest, who was constantly struggling.

This war knife is very evil.

It sliced open Sinbad's face, and a strange force remained on the wound, and the blood continued to flow out, without the slightest appearance of coagulation to stop the bleeding.

Blood flowed down Sinbad's neck onto the board of the salted fish cart, and then through the cracks in the board, it dripped onto the street, and soon became a small pool on the street.

Claude looked down and looked at the blood that kept dripping from the salted fish cart, he finally couldn't help it, and said coldly: "Joe, ruthless little guy, how much do you want Sinbad to die of blood loss?" ”

"Why not?" Joe looked at Claude with a smile, and his words made Claude's face change suddenly.

"He was involved in the assassination of my mother, Leah, so he deserves to die, doesn't he?" Joe smiled brightly: "In the words of my father Hesse, you can choose to go to war, but how and when it will end is up to us!" ”

Claude's old face twitched violently, and he looked up at Joe's bright smiling face, and his face became extremely gloomy.

Sinbad was involved in the assassination of Leah?

Claude cursed angrily in his heart, these stupid little cubs, there is no doubt that they have broken through the bottom line.

It's not that you can't assassinate the people of the Vetus family, the natives of the island of Casica can assassinate two dukes of Gatica in a row, let alone the people of the Vetus family?

But this kind of assassination that breaks through the bottom line must be allowed by their elders, their old men who hold real power. Everything that happens in the whole port of Tulum, in the whole of Casica, should be allowed to happen with their permission.

Sinbad's unauthorized actions will cause problems for everyone.

Troubles can be eliminated, and Claude firmly believes that there is no problem that cannot be solved.

Even the troubles caused by a horrific incident such as the assassination of the Mistress of the Wittu family can be easily resolved within the Committee of Seven.

But Sinbad's behavior of bypassing their elders, bypassing them, the old people who hold power, and acting on his own...... Severe punishment must be meted out.

Claude's gaze grew darker and darker, and he looked at the small pool of blood on the ground.

It's okay, just let Sinbad, a little fool who is crazy and disrespectful to his elders, die here. His death may still be a bargaining chip?

Claude looked up, looked at Joe, and grinned, "It's great that Lady Leah is safe." ”

Joe ignored Claude.

These old fellows are cunning and ruthless, and Joe has heard many of Claude's great deeds since he was a child—including the fact that he sank one of his sons-in-law for a small stake in the Golden Anchor Club!

This kind of old guy, don't talk nonsense with him, find a chance to kill him directly, this is the safest and safest way.

The sound of messy footsteps was heard.

A group of soldiers walked out of the Golden Anchor Club, and then they quickly lined up on both sides of the club's gate.

With steel shackles around their necks and steel chains strung together with steel chains, a group of gorgeously dressed men and women walked out with red faces.

The shackles around their necks, and the chains that held them together, were the standard way to transport slaves.

It was nearly dusk, and it was the time for the gentlemen and ladies of the upper class of Tulun to dine and socialize, and these people, who were cuffed together like slaves by the soldiers, and who were rudely driven out, were all well-dressed, covered in jewels, and well-maintained, and every hair and beard was meticulously cared for.

The oldest of them was nearly seventy.

The youngest of them was about a teenager.

All of them were leading figures among the natives of Tulun Port, and a small half of them, nearly a hundred men and women, were members of the Tulun Port Seven Committee, in addition to the Otto family, the other six large families.

In addition to them, the remaining two or three hundred men and women are also core members of other big families in Tulun Port.

There were a lot of people here, Joe knew them, and they had all dealt with them with fists and sticks. Among their elders were senior officials of the Tulun Port Inland Revenue Department, the head of the Tulun Port Education Bureau, the director of the Tulun Port Workhouse, the members of the Tulun Port Public Security Committee, and the chairman of the Tulun Port Sailors Association......

The strength of the family behind these people encompasses all aspects of Tulun Port.

To put it mildly, a very light sentence in their staggering within the Golden Anchor Club may determine the livelihood of thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people in Tulum Port next month, or even in the second half of the year.

Joe was very cheerful, and slapped the palm of his left hand with the blade of his sword, making a crisp sound.

"Quack, don't jump, oh yo, good news!"

"After the accusations of His Excellency Sinbad, you are involved in a heinous treason."

"In other words, to use the jargon that has been circulating among the port dock workers that we have been familiar with since childhood, you dogs = day = things, today all the special deaths!"