"Abdler." Sir Brent frowned at hearing the name.

"He is a respectable old man, who has been doing business in the area of Laoag for fifty years, and the consuls before me have been on good terms with him, and it is impossible for him to betray Manila." Sir Brent shook his head and flatly refused.

"Hmph, a bunch of mercenary businessmen, do you expect them to be loyal to Manila?" Terry was dismissive of Sir Brent's words.

"The last time six Arab merchant ships left the port in a hurry, the main messenger behind them was this Abdul." Terry sneered.

Sir Brent was deep in thought, the last time an Arab ship left the port without permission, he was suspicious.

It was not long before Argy became the president of the Chamber of Commerce, and it was impossible for him to have so much influence that he could not privately order six merchant ships to flee at night.

And the only one who has such a great influence in the Arab Chamber of Commerce is Abdul.

"He is a shrewd old man, it is impossible for him to do this, does he not understand the strength of the Spanish Empire?" Sir Brent looked at General Terry in disbelief.

"Money can make people crazy, especially businessmen who are hungry for money."

"As early as when we were talking to the Han people, some local Arab businessmen from Vigan came to Laoag and mixed in with the queue of peace talks, because they were not Han Chinese, so we let down our guard." A lieutenant beside Terry spoke.

"According to our intelligence, the Han Chinese got along well with Arab merchants in Vigan and divided the property of the local chamber of commerce." The lieutenant said.

"Then it's not hard to explain Abdler's stupid behavior." Sir Brent smiled wryly.

"Why, he really thinks that the Ming army can occupy Laoag, and then divide the wealth of our Spaniards like they divided the property of the Vigan Chamber of Commerce." Sir Brent was helpless and ridiculous at the greed of this group of Arab merchants.

"Do they think Rawag is Wigan?" Sir Brent's face grew gloomy.

"The Arab Chamber of Commerce must be liquidated and they must not be allowed to stab us in the back."

"Only Abdel has to be liquidated, and the current Rawag cannot withstand the turmoil." Sir Brent instructed.

"Captain Bars, I order you to lead a squad of musketeers to arrest Abdul." General Terry ordered the lieutenant next to him.

The lieutenant received the order and left in a hurry.

"Why don't you just take down the entire Arab Chamber of Commerce." General Terry said coldly.

"I'm an archon, and you're just a general." Brent spoke.

"We still have to rely on the merchants of Laoag, and a rash liquidation will only cause turmoil in Laoag City."

"That's why those greedy merchants devoured the riches of Laoag City, while I turned a blind eye." Sir Brent said coldly.

"We are all doing things for the Spanish Empire, there is no right or wrong." Watching a group of musketeers slowly depart outside the manor, Sir Brent lightly drew a cross on his chest.

It was clear that Captain Bars was happy to accept such a task, especially in such a war-torn environment.

He couldn't wait to lead a squad of musketeers to Abdul's house.

Today, the streets of Laoag have long since lost their former prosperity, and the huge streets are sparsely populated with pedestrians.

A squad of Spanish musketeers roared by, and pedestrians on both sides of the street fled.

Abdler's house is located in one of the busiest areas of Rawag and is no less decorated than the Rawag capital.

The Spanish musketeers brutally broke into the compound, and the helpers and natives on the side were unprepared and thrown to the ground.

"You are too domineering, who allowed you to trespass on your house," an Arab-looking man angrily scolded.

Lieutenant Bars swaggered into the compound, and was stunned when he tried to speak.

The Arab merchant in front of him turned out to be Yagley.

"Honorable President of the Arab Chamber of Commerce, I didn't expect you to be here." General Terry asked him to arrest only Abdul, and did not let him arrest all the members of the Arab Chamber of Commerce.

As a lieutenant, he was still a little jealous of the Arab president.

"I'm sorry, President of the Chamber of Commerce, we suspect Abdel of treason, and we have captured Abdel on the orders of Sir Brent, the Archon of Raaag." Captain Bars explained as he ordered his soldiers to surround the courtyard.

"Does Sir Brent not believe us Arab merchants so much?" Abdeler smiled at the Spanish musketeers in front of him.

"I've had a pretty good relationship with Sir Brent, and I don't think he'll be me." Abdel slowly raised his hands in the air and gestured to the Spanish soldiers in front of him.

Lieutenant Bars sneered, and his eyes couldn't help but skim off the dazzling array of decorations in the hall.

There was a greedy look on his face, but when he looked at the president of the Arab Chamber of Commerce who was glaring angrily, Bars had to secretly scream bad luck.

If he could have intimidated them and forced them to hand over a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, it would have gone into his pocket.

But now that the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Yagley, is here, such thoughts have to be forced down by him.

Bars stepped forward to personally put the shackles on Abdler.

It's not that Abdel is strong in martial arts, and it needs to be done by Bars himself.

Rather, when Abdel raised his hand, Bars saw several beautiful rings on his thin fingers.

This brought Bars's greedy countenance to light again.

He personally stepped forward to put the shackles on Abdul, and took the opportunity to smooth off a few rings when the others were not looking.

But at the moment when Bars took Abdler's ring, Abdler's wizened fingers suddenly grabbed Bars's hand.

Bars was stunned for a moment, looked up at Abdler, inadvertently showed a hint of panic, and then a cold light flashed.

Bars screamed, and his left hand, which had been carrying the ruby ring, fell to the ground.

The marble countertop was soaked in blood, and Bars staggered back, his right hand subconsciously resting on his waist to take out the firecracker.

But in the next second, a bearded man slammed into him, and a delicate flintlock pistol slipped from Bars's waist.

"Come on!" Bars was knocked to the ground and screamed in panic.

The Spanish musketeers on the side were stunned, but they didn't expect anyone to resist.

As soon as the four musketeers in the compound raised their muskets, the servants behind them drew their daggers and slashed them through the musketeers' necks.

Seeing several soldiers fall in a whimper, Bars screamed and ran towards the outer courtyard.

But the bearded man didn't give him a chance, so he picked up a firecracker,

"Bang!"

Bars felt a pain in his chest, and red blood flowed from his back. Then he fell to the ground weakly.

The Spanish musketeers outside the door of the mansion heard the call and hurried forward to help, but unexpectedly the door of the mansion was closed.

Dozens of cold arrows suddenly shot from the street across the house.