In the Bastille Gambling Battlefield, Kaka's strength is roughly at the bottom among the silver swordsmen. However, Kaka has a characteristic, he is very resistant and can be grinded. Even if Kaka is always at a disadvantage, he may be defeated by Kaka.
Seize the opportunity and turn defeat into victory.
In the upstairs observation room of the Bastille Gambling Battlefield, several high-level deacons who happened to be watching the battle had ugly expressions. Those who could get into the upper echelons of the Bastille Gambling Battlefield were at least the masters of great swordsmanship. The opponents on the Kakabi platform
Couldn't the great swordsman see the so-called 'poor' performance of breaking through just before the battle?
The leader, a thin man, rang the bell. The bell rang, and two supervisors came in from the door.
"Timur, who arranged Platform No. 17? Send him out as soon as possible. You dare to come to our Bastille to play tricks on the gambling battlefield. Do you really think that our 'bloody hands' are easy to bully?" The thin man's tone became unkind and compared to the platform.
It's just a slap in the face of the organizer.
"Deacon Robert, I'm already checking. Steward Hewitt, who is in charge of the last five platforms, has just left. I sent people to chase Steward Hewitt..." Timur, as the leader of the Bastille Gambling Arena,
The director of a competitive competition is not a fool, and a fool will not be a director.
"Hewitt? What's your background?" Deacon Robert asked.
"There is no background. There is no sign of close friendship with other big forces, and there is no record of close friendship with the local nobles." Another supervisor named Zhebie was obviously from the local area.
"Again? It's not over yet!" A certain great swordsman and deacon was unhappy. The more he looked at the little casino steward with no reputation, the easier it was to be secretly bribed. This was not the first time that something like this happened at the Bastille Casino.
Damn it, can you bear it? Where is the face of the Bloody Hand Organization?
"Donna..." Deacon Robert looked at Donna. Donna represented an important shareholder of the local forces at the Bastille Gambling Battlefield. No matter how powerful the bloody hand was, they would have to cooperate with the local forces in the city of Polis.
"Deacon Robert, do you really want to investigate? Haha!" Donna laughed. Donna has been in Polis City for more than thirty years. Donna, who was born in a noble family, has been a great swordsman for seven or eight years. Do you really think that Donna is just a flower vase?
Once upon a time, a swordsman lover of Donna was accidentally killed on this gambling platform...
"Donna, why are you laughing like that? Could it be..." Deacon Robert felt bad. Donna must have found something. It probably wasn't done by local forces. It might be related to some important person in charge in the Blood Hand organization, "bastard
Egg, let me know who did it, eating everything inside and out."
Deacon Robert took out a small paper crane, and with some inner strength, the little paper crane flew out like lightning.
"Deacon Robert, what's the matter? Do you want to alert Elder Barber, who is here on duty?" A deacon executive in the room was surprised. What the little paper crane was, of course he knew it as the senior deacon of the Bastille Gambling Battlefield.
Something similar to a transmission note, within a certain distance, it has the same effect as a transmission note.
"No? Haha!" Deacon Robert also laughed, "Even Deacon Donna finds it difficult, do you think we can handle it?"
Also, if Donna thought it was okay, she would have said it long ago, right? With Donna being so reserved, I'm afraid even Deacon Robert wouldn't be able to offend anyone.
After all, Donna represents a local force. Even if she joins the Blood Hand organization, it will be difficult to integrate into the core layer of the Blood Hand organization.
"Deacon Donna, you've alarmed Elder Juggernaut, you'd better say something meaningful." A certain deacon executive had a bad attitude.
"In the past, killing a few children of the great nobles was just like that. There are many children of the great noble families, and those who don't care are not willing to offend our bloody deacons and executives.
But what? A certain person has too much confidence. After a few successes, he feels that he is ‘invincible’, haha!”
Donna's smile was still so beautiful and gentle, "Unfortunately, someone got some great benefits this time and dared to scheme against the core disciples of Netherworld Trading Company.
Perhaps, someone thinks that he is just a young swordsman who is the core disciple of a Nether Trading Company.
However, this core disciple of the Nether Trading Company was finally obtained by Monica, the general manager of the Nether Trading Company branch. What’s even more coincidental is that this core disciple of the Nether Trading Company has made good friends with the two major local forces.
Disciples make friends.
Someone is stupid.
The core disciple of the Netherworld Trading Company can forge a dual-series middle-grade sword, so he has a favor. The two local nobles are very willing to provide some information and befriend the blacksmith of the Netherworld Trading Company. In addition, the Netherworld Trading Company has strong intelligence capabilities.
…”
Donna spoke eloquently as if telling a story. As for a certain core disciple of Nether Trading Company, several deacons at the Bastille Gambling Arena knew that he was still struggling on the No. 17 Gambling Arena and was in danger.
Kaka.
"Donna, tell me, who is that awesome person who thinks he is 'invincible'?" A gentle scholar came in.
"Elder Babel!" Several deacons present bowed and saluted.
"That's him! Deacon Abraham!" Donna pointed at a relatively young deacon who was a great swordsman present.
"Why me?" The young deacon identified by Donna was very indifferent.
"That Manager Hewitt can't escape, the people from Netherworld Trading Company have long been ambushing you secretly. Oh, and your considerate little cotton-padded jacket Ilia, you have reaped so many benefits, all of them are with Ilia, right? This
By that time, Ms. Illya was probably already a guest at Nether Trading Company.
Where is Director Zhebie that you secretly trained? Now he is controlled by my people...
Oh, and there is also the so-called mid-level swordsman on the 17th gambling stage. His name is Battle, right? He happened to be drugged and could not last for half an hour. Look, he is still alive again.
Deacon Abraham, don't take any chances. If you have the skills, you should quickly contact the elder Sword Master named Zico behind you. Most of your greedy benefits have been filial to Elder Zico, right? Haha!"
Donna knew everything about her family, and what she said made Abraham's face jump. Her so-called careful arrangements, even the person who handled the matter, were caught like a chain. The chain of evidence was really perfect.
"Eh? Zico?" Elder Babel became interested, "Abraham, tell me, kill this little guy named...Kaka. What benefits will they give you? Is it worth the temptation of that old guy Zico?"
"I..." Abraham struggled.
"What? Abraham, you don't think that if I kill you now, old man Zico will avenge you, right?" The pressure from Sword Master Babel was so great that Abraham almost couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
The Bloody Hand Elder who can sit in the Royal City of Polis must be the Silver Sword Master.
"Ten pounds of high-grade holy water puree!" Abraham was very sensible. It was important to survive first.
"I wiped it! Ten pounds? Paralysis! Who are you? Paying such a high price to kill a young swordsman?" Elder Babel was surprised. It was top-grade holy water puree, which all swordsmen long for.