Night falls. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Moon Goddess seemed to foresee the impending great battle, and left the Night Dome with the people of the stars, unwilling to witness the bloody scene.

The downpour came unexpectedly, and the raindrops the size of beans were as dense as silk threads, connecting the heavens and the earth. The wind was raging, and the trees swayed on a rainy night, like devils with teeth and claws. An emaciated figure walked down the muddy street, out of place with its surroundings. The torrential rain had obscured his footsteps and obscured his face, except for the blood-red hair.

It didn't take long for Albert to come to a beautifully renovated five-story building, with a beautiful silver-plated plaque hanging above the gate, which read 'Brandy Beauty'.

"It's not open today. More than a dozen strong men stood in front of the door, and the leader said.

"Fuck off. Albert said lightly, continuing on his way, without even glancing at these people.

"You want to die!" a dozen strong men drew their machetes and iron rods from their waists, rushed up, and slashed at Albert.

Albert was expressionless, calmly untied his cloak, and then raised his leg to sweep out, kicking all the menacing strong men into the air for several meters.

"Tell me, where is the Ghost Tiger?" asked Albert in a calm tone as he approached a man. As he spoke, he raised his right hand and clasped the strong man's head.

"I don't know. The strong man gritted his teeth and said.

There was a cracking sound, and Albert clawed the strong man's skull as easily as he crushed cheese, and blood and brains splattered out, staining his whole body red and white. The strong man with only half of his head left fell to the ground with a bang, and the others were terrified when they saw this. Their ferocity was limited to dealing with civilians who were powerless to resist, and they had never seen such a cruel and bloody scene. The three men who had just gotten up from the ground and tried to sneak up on Albert were so frightened that they fell to the ground, and could no longer rise up to resist, and lay on the ground trembling.

"It's your turn. Albert came to another strong man.

"On the top floor!" roared the strong man, tears and snot pouring out.

"Really?" Albert asked, smiling, looking at the others.

Everyone nodded again and again, their hearts were already occupied by fear, who would hide the residence of the ghost tiger, the gang had no loyalty at all.

"You're smart. Albert nodded, then drew his one-handed sword at his waist. "So you can keep the whole corpse. With that, Albert slashed the throat of the strong man in front of him.

"No!"

The wailing subsided, and Albert walked into the hotel without looking back.

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Heavy rain and strong winds could not dampen the enthusiasm of gamblers.

The underground casinos in the aristocratic district are brightly lit, and the smoky halls are filled with a rotten atmosphere.

The well-dressed aristocrats gathered around the gaming table and shouted, a far cry from the usual mild-manneredness. Everyone knows that a skilled dealer is the key to winning or losing, but they still stubbornly believe that their voice helps to improve their luck. Many good-looking girls also like to go out to underground casinos, but they don't do it for gambling. Frustrated aristocrats in the casino gather around the bar to get drunk, while staring at the beautiful girls with greedy eyes, looking for their playmates tonight, trying to win a game in love. The girls also made no secret of their proud capital, fantasizing in their hearts about being favored by a certain nobleman and turning into an enviable noblewoman.

"Ahh

A pig-killing wail shattered the harmony of the casino.

People saw hundreds of strong men armed with sharp knives rushing in, all with fierce and murderous eyes.

The nobles and girls screamed and fled, but the doorway was blocked, and they had no way to escape, so they could only hide in the corner, huddle together for comfort.

Thankfully, the brawny men only targeted the staff and didn't kill them, much to everyone's relief. At the same time, the nobles and girls went to great lengths to push the staff hidden among them out of the crowd so as not to harm the fish pond.

"Kill!"

Those who escaped by luck found the guards, and more than 500 people on both sides fought in close combat, and a bloody battle began, and the 2,000-square-meter hall was filled with shouts and screams and sword lights.

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The obese man stopped in front of the business district, and the hundred men behind him also stopped.

"Why stop. Yarman frowned. "Do you want to escape?" he asked unceremoniously.

"I just don't want to rush there. The fat man looked at Yarman. "What if the Tigers had been prepared?" he said with a sense of confidence.

"That's a good reason. Yarman chuckled. "When everyone is dead, you'll be the godfather of the Fort Bolton gangsters, I'm right. He smiled unchangeably.

"I'm just watching the situation, and I'll ...... when it's time to make a move," the fat man's voice stopped abruptly halfway through.

Yarman didn't give the other party a chance to continue, and he pulled out the black sword behind his back with lightning speed, and the gray vitality on it was swirling. Immediately afterward, the fat man was split in half, and a colorful foul-smelling liquid flowed out and merged into the rain.

"How do you dare to kill the boss!" the deputy leader of the gang shouted, slashing his tomahawk at Yarman, but stopped within an inch of Yarman.

The headless deputy leader of the gang fell to the ground with a thud, blood spurting out, and Yarman's head was kicked at the feet of one of the gang members.

This move angered everyone, but thinking of the strength of the other party, everyone chose to stay where they were.

Only one person in the gang is sober.

"Guys, whoever kills the person in front of you will be the next boss!"

Kyle shouted as he planted eyeliner in the gang, and then took the brunt of the attack, picking up his machete and slashing at Yarman.

In an instant, everyone responded with a look of agroness, brandishing machetes and rushing towards the murderer in front of them. Driven by interests, everyone forgot their fears and concerns, and in front of them was no longer a powerful six-star warrior, but a fat sheep to be slaughtered when they were hungry.

Looking at the gangsters who had lost their minds, Yarman smiled and retreated into the rain.

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"Knock, knock, knock. ”

The rapid and continuous knocking on the door was distracting.

". Calvin pushed the girl away, put on his nightgown and walked out of the room.

"Damn, don't you know it's a break?" Calvin roared angrily as he stared at the soldier in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Master Calvin. The soldier shrunk his neck, "I was notified that there was a gang fight in the casino, with a total of more than 500 people. ”

"What did you say?" Calvin, who was already gloomy in face, heard the report, and his face was covered with a layer of frost. "Gather everyone and go to the suppression!" he growled.

"Yes. "The soldier commanded.

"Wait!"

The soldier had just taken a few steps before he was stopped again.

"Don't go to the underground casinos just yet. Calvin frowned. "Inform the brothers, go to the 'Brandy Beauty' to assemble. "He smelled a sense of conspiracy. Albert must have been playing tricks, and Calvin trusted his instincts. "If you want to make a sound, you're still a little tender. He muttered to himself as he watched the soldier's departing back. "Hehe, you want to destroy me. Little bastard, I'll be waiting for you tonight at 'Brandy Beauty'. Calvin sneered and stepped into the locker room.

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150 soldiers lined up in a phalanx and stood ready for battle.

"Let's go!" the sheriff ordered, and the soldiers marched in orderly steps towards the outside of the guard barracks.

"You can't go. ”

A strong and deep voice exploded like thunder on a rainy night.

The soldiers followed the sound, and a burly man over two meters tall, armed with a giant sword and wearing chain mail, walked slowly and came into their sight. When he reached the gate of the guard barracks, the strong man stopped and blocked everyone's way.

"Who are you, do you want to go to jail if you dare to stop the security guards?" the adjutant snapped.

Barrett didn't say a word, just stood the greatsword in front of him. His blonde hair and beard are connected, and his muscular body is far beyond the average person, like an upright male lion.

"It's self-defeating. Seeing that the other party turned a deaf ear, the adjutant sneered. "Kill him!" he drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at Barrett.

"Kill!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, lined up in battle, and charged Barrett.

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Despite the torrential rain and strong winds, the guards dutifully patrolled the streets.

What they don't know, however, is that a pair of eagle-sharp eyes are watching their every move in the dark.

"It's finally playtime. Charlotte glanced at the hands on her pocket watch, and as she spoke, she pulled out two repeating crossbows from her backpack and aimed them at the soldiers ten meters away. "Taste the blood. Charlotte muttered, pulling the trigger quickly, firing at a rate that matched the timing of the crossbow's reload, as accurate as a machine. And as a seasoned five-star shooter, her shooting accuracy is even more outrageous, and neither the rain nor the darkness can affect her in any way.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Arrows whistled, piercing through the rain curtain and piercing the night.

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The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was about to flood Fort Bolton.

The man shrouded in a black cloak looked up and glanced at the door number of the Fort Bolton sheriff's office.

"Hi man. Boris came to the window of the duty room and smiled at the guards on duty, "Can you give me shelter from the rain?"

"Listen, this is not the place for you. The guard said, his body motionless, "Get out of here." Obviously, he didn't want Boris to stain the floor he had just wiped.

"Don't be so ruthless, man, I'm willing to pay five silver coins. Boris wept and mourned, and seeing that the other party was indifferent, he stretched out five more fingers, "Ten." ”

"Okay. The guard nodded, and opened the door to the duty room, "You'd better not lie to me, or I'll kick you out." ”

"Of course. As he spoke, Boris threw a punch that knocked the guard unconscious. "If we could meet again. He smiled and took off the guard's clothes.