The bronze lion, one of the former champions of Neosfia Arena, had his head separated before he could draw his sword. An unbelievable expression was still frozen on the head.

No one attacked him, so he didn't even understand what was going on when he died. Although the old Sir Victor Dallest's guard captain was born in a cruel arena, he was not the kind of bloodthirsty man with courage. Instead, he was a loyal and cautious person, and had a very keen perception of danger. In a sense, his ability to become the champion of the arena was not entirely due to his mighty body, but more of this talent. Perhaps it was because of this that he was chosen by Sir Victor and became his guard captain. It has to be said that in the ten years he held this position, his work was quite successful. The patriarch of the Dallest family, whose enemies were all over the world, had never encountered a minimum shock.

This time, it was actually the same. Although he stood far away from the pavilion and did not disturb the conversation between the host and the distinguished guest, the spiritual sense had been locked in the two "disciples" from the Dark Brotherhood. In addition, the old sir seemed to be unprepared, but there was a hidden magical mechanism where he sat. As long as he found something wrong, he would be wrapped in a strong magic shield and attack the "guest" opposite. Not only that, there were also many dead soldiers trained by copper lions in person in person in the surrounding lake. Once the "guests" had any abnormal movements, they would quickly attack.

There is no way. Although I am currently a partner with cooperative relationships and have never heard of any examples of reversals in the history of the Dark Brotherhood, it is not an exaggeration to be careful when facing such leaders from the world's No. 1 killer organization.

Of course, in the eyes of the old Jazz and the bronze lion, no matter how powerful the other party is, there are only two people, and their defensive arrangements should be foolproof.

Before six o'clock, the old jazz and the two VIPs had a great conversation. The atmosphere was harmonious and there was no possibility of the other party being in reverse. However, when the clock had just pointed to six o'clock, the bronze lion standing outside the villa suddenly felt the murderous aura from the seventh man.

The loyal captain of the guard drew his long sword and rushed towards the pavilion, but before he could run two steps, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

His head was separated from his body. In his last sight, the old jazz on the pavilion in the center of the lake had neither the engine nor the dead men in the lake responded.

"What's going on?" He didn't understand the reason why the other party jumped back when he died, nor did he understand that his arrangement did not work.

In fact, the one who cuts off the head of the copper lion is not an invisible enemy, but a thin alloy thread hanging across the corridor is made of Oz steel with iron-cut like mud, and combined with a kind of velvet that only druids can breed. Of course, in this world, only the high elves on Twilight Island and the night elves on Holy Mountain of Hygar can also be pulled to the point where the strong sacred metal is almost invisible to the naked eye.

What the "Vice" of the Dark Brotherhood did was just tied to the corridor with the silk thread that was almost completely invisible to the naked eye but still cut iron like mud, and the loyal Mr. Copper Lion could kill himself when he came to the savior.

In addition, the dead soldiers in the lake are even simpler, just a little bit of poison. For this group of professional murderers of the Dark Brotherhood, poison transmitted through water is much easier to find than those transmitted through the air. It is not difficult to be colorless, odorless, invisible and invisible, and can kill dozens of people with just one drop. The Dallest family has placed so many troops in such a small pond to show off, it is like someone sending his face to his hand and shaking it twice. He really feels that his thoughts are not clear when he slapped it on his face.

As for those peripheral guards arranged in the mountains, three layers inside and three layers outside, under the sudden attack of a large number of killers from the Dark Brotherhood, they could not even do simple actions such as screaming and warning. The difference between professionalism and amateurism is that they are so big that they are desperate.

"Sure enough, I really can't trust these murderers organizations that have no moral integrity!"

The captain of the guard of Master Dallest, the former gladiator champion of Neosfia Arena, entered the kingdom of the dead with such regrets, but did nothing before he died, and died in great distress. However, the object he protected was still alive, and had to bear much greater pressure than the dead.

Sir Victor Dallest, the overlord of Neosfia's black (meow) road, sat upright in his position in a standard position, staring deeply at the two top leaders of the Dark Brotherhood opposite him. He knew very well that when the copper spearheads separated and the dead soldiers in the lake were wiped out, and his body was completely paralyzed and could not trigger the protection mechanism, his destiny was already determined. Death was right in front of him, and of course he could feel fear, which was like an invisible claw, holding his heart tightly, almost without breathing, as if he was a robe. Not everyone could be ready to die, and the old sir who was pampered was not within that range.

What's more, the biggest fear comes from the unknown. At this time, the old jazz neither knew why the other party wanted to hurt him nor how his loyal and reliable bodyguard team suddenly disappeared.

However, as a giant black (meow) Taoist tycoon of Neosfia, he suddenly felt that even if he died, he must not lose his dignity and pride. As an individual, he would die, but if he, as a parent, lost his pride, he would lose his pride, the backbone of the family would be really broken.

Perhaps it was because of this idea that even in the face of such a super-expanding situation, Sir Victor did not look hunched at all. He still stood up straight and his eyes wide open, but he really had a few momentum.

"What does this mean? Ms. Asshad! This is how the Dark Brotherhood acts when attacking your customers?" he asked in a deep voice, imposing.

Sir Victor, the old man, has a similar evaluation of "tolerant and benevolent lord" in the underground world of Neosfia, but "jun" is "jun" after all. It is said that when he spoke with a stern face and down, he could only rely on his aura to drive the leaders of the peripheral organization, and those who had dozens or hundreds of brothers who controlled one or two blocks of squads on the spot, so scared that they could not take care of themselves. The rumors in the underground world called this scene "The Wrath of Sleeping Lions", which means that although this old man was usually gentle and elegant, his face seemed to be like a sleeping lion, he was still a lion. He could wake up when he could sleep, and he could not take care of himself. Of course, he could also choose people to eat.

However, this pretended "Sleeping Lion Wrath" can scare the gangsters, but it cannot scare professional killers who are several dimensions higher than the gangsters. Their professional qualities determine that their spiritual structure will be countless times stronger than ordinary humans.

The leader of the Dark Brotherhood, Ms. Asshad, still kept a smile, with a kind of gold medal salesperson who was spitting on his face. As for the Seventh Mr. who came with him, he still maintained his slurred face and dead fish eyes. When Mr. Copper Lion's head separated, he actually picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a comfortable sip, as lazy as if he was a lazy cat shaking his tail slowly under the midday sun.

The old jazz finally failed to make him furious and lose his composure, but he asked in a stern tone: "The Dark Brotherhood will never take on the opposite task, and you must not take action against your customers! This is your purpose, do you think I don't know? Do you want to be despised by the Lord of Shadows and the Mother of the Sleeping?"

Yes, the Dark Brotherhood is a moral killer and assassin organization. It is impossible to accept the commission of target b by target b while performing the task of customer a assassinating target b. There is even a saying that when you become a customer of the Dark Brotherhood and have entrusted them with tasks, you will never be the target of the Brotherhood again in your life.

This may be the biggest "conscience" of this group of assassins. If they really eat the plaintiff and the defendant like bureaucrats, this organization would not have existed for thousands of years, nor would it have enjoyed a high reputation in the underground world.

"You are right, it's just that there are some differences in subtle aspects... To be precise, every whisperer cannot set the client as the target of assassination when he is in office. You see, people all think that we are a group of madmen who kill innocent people, but in fact, our actions actually have a considerable bottom line. I often think that these rules are too troublesome, but there is no way. The reason why organizations can exist healthily until today may be due to these troublesome rules."

"Bottom line? Rules?" The old jazz sneered: "It's really a bottom line! So, am I not your client? Why do you want to attack me!"

"But, sir, we did not hurt you, we just released a little bit of hypnotic gas to calm the soul. You just couldn't move for a short time, but in the long run, it was actually good for the body. In fact, another VIP of ours was quite considerate and tolerant, knowing our difficulties, so the mission goal never included you, but just your capable subordinates and family..." Speaking of this, Assade sighed slightly: "But this approach is just playing with a petty word game after all, and it is not glorious if it is spread. I personally object to it."

"Then this is the result of your objection? You not only want to insult my personality, but also want to insult my IQ?" Of course, the old jazz did not say such sad and angry words, but expressed the above meaning vividly with eyes that almost spit out fire and sarcastic expressions.

"Originally, we would refuse the commission there without hesitation. However, the reward he brought out was something we could not give up anyway. So, after discussing for a long time, we finally discussed a plan that was acceptable." She paused for a moment before saying, "I have said before that members of the Dark Brotherhood cannot attack the client of the whisperer's term... In other words, only if the new whisperer takes office can they contact the ban of the fraternity."

At this point, Sir Victor, no matter how stupid he was, he understood the other party's words. He widened his eyes, his chest full of shame and anger, but he could not curse loudly.

Yes, even if you scold a few words, what impact can it have on these professional assassins? It also ruined your demeanor in vain. Thinking of this, the old patriarch of the Dallest family could only smile much worse than crying: "... So that's it! Ms. Asshad, you are no longer a whisperer! But, who is not a whisperer, what qualifications do you have to accept me to erase Lu Xi? Berenkast's commission?"

"To be precise, when I accept your commission, I was indeed the whisperer of the Brotherhood. However, I made arrangements with the next whisperer of the organization, and the official handover will be held at 6 o'clock tonight. As for some of the following ceremonies, we can turn back and make up for it slowly." Asshad pointed to Mr. Seven beside me: "Let me introduce you, Sir, this is the new leader of the Brotherhood."

The young man with a face paralysis in the public face bowed to the old sir with a polite look and said in a slow and lazy tone: "Don't mind, before six o'clock, we did do all our strength to try to complete your commission, but according to the current situation, Lu Xi Berenkast was still unscathed under the siege of our listeners and all your masters. This is indeed a loss of compulsory attitude of the despise organization. Of course, we will repay the commission as much as possible.

"In addition, I have taken office now, and I must also carry out the commission of Lu Xi Berenkaster as a whisperer. According to the implementation rules of the Brotherhood, Berenkaster is now an important client of our side. The assassination mission issued by the former whisperer Ms. Asshade can only be terminated and admitted failure. In addition, the Dark Brotherhood has never claimed that its mission success rate is 100%, and it has just passed 90% so far. I hope you can understand."

"I understand, that's a big deal! You guys are cheating!" The old sir finally didn't yell at this complaint. He wriggled his lips dryly, and then slowly spit out a dry sentence: "Can you tell me, Ms. Asshade, what kind of reward is that you cannot give up. It actually makes you rather give up the high status of the whisperer than let go."

"In addition to you, the most important member of the Dallest family, Sylvia Dallest, the commander of the Night Owl, Beninger Dallest, the head of the Black Gate Chamber of Commerce, Stanley Dallest, the representative director of the Standard Transport Chamber of Commerce, Dabian Dallest, the deputy commander of the Neosfia City Guard and the captain of the Third Battalion, and your nephew Adesia Karenway, each of them is 500,000 Bakers. The other adult members of the family, including women and old people, will each be 100,000 Bakers. As for the subordinates on the outside, they are considered as a bonus, with a total price of 1 million Bakers." The former whisper who had just stepped down replied in a very calm tone: "Of course, it seems that it is still a little worse than the big deal you sold 10 million Bakers on the spot."

"So, why are you..."
Chapter completed!