I seem to be an evil god

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Just when Liu Dao was sighing, two kinds of footsteps suddenly came from outside the manor, one was neat and the other was chaotic.

Liu Dao listened carefully, and the chaotic footsteps also carried the whistling of the knife wind in the air. Liu Dao's eyes narrowed. This is the most commonly used weapon in underground societies...the sound of a low-quality long knife cutting through the air.

And the owner of the uniform footsteps was slowly opening the door of the main house of Smith Manor.

"Long time admired, Mr. Smith."

A middle-aged man wearing a black shirt walked in from the outside. He had a hideous scar on the left side of his face, and his short red hair reflected a dark red color like blood in the moonlight.

Behind the middle-aged man stood a group of tall and strong men. These strong men stood in the courtyard of the manor in the shape of a square array, with stern and expressionless faces.

Although the makeup and behavior of the other party showed that they were a group of club members, the precise discipline and uniform pace made people feel awe, as if they were facing an army.

Liu Dao looked past the middle-aged man who was supposed to be the leader and counted the number of strong men behind him one by one. Smith stood up from his seat and looked at the middle-aged man with a serious face.

"Death soldier, Isis?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Dead soldier, Isis."

Is this person famous?

Liu Dao looked at Vivian in confusion, and Vivian leaned into his ear and whispered: "This is the leader of the Dead Lion Club, one of the three major societies in the business district, and an elite high-level warrior, Isis."

Liu Dao had heard of the Dead Lion Club. On the first day he went out on patrol, he was promoted to several clubs that should not be messed with. These clubs were feared by the Demon Hunter Guild either because of their strength or because of their strong backgrounds. , is a rare object that demon hunters need to be careful about.

The Dead Lions Club is said to be an underground society formed by the remnants of a defeated army. The number of this army is unknown, but it is very popular in the noble council of Lion City. It has attracted a large number of retired soldiers and is known for its tough style. .

"What does it mean for the leader to come to Smith Manor today?"

Smith asked in a neither humble nor condescending manner. At this moment, many screams could be heard in the manor. His hand holding the dining table suddenly tightened. Smith had already heard that many of the sounds came from his guards.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to discuss business with you."

This tone and attitude don't sound like they're here to discuss business.

Liu Dao glanced at the dead soldier in a funny way, and the strong men standing silently in the courtyard all cast angry glances at him. Liu Dao still wiped his mouth calmly, not caring about the angry glares of everyone.

The Dead Soldier did not pay attention to Liu Dao, who was out of line. This middle-aged man with scars stared at Smith with his ferocious face, "The Dead Lion Club is seeking transformation, and cooperation with the Smith Group will be our first step towards prosperity."

"Your Excellency just brought people into my manor like this. It doesn't look like you are here to discuss cooperation."

"The process of the alliance is not important, as long as the result is what both of us want."

The corners of Smith's eyes twitched with anger. He looked at the dead soldiers angrily and said in a deep voice: "The Smith Group is developing very well and does not need allies."

Ah!

The dead soldier snorted softly, and the two bloody figures outside the courtyard were pushed out by his men. Smith identified them one by one, and they were the housekeeper and the guard captain who were in charge of the manor.

Putting aside the chief steward and the guard captain, these blood-stained members of the society gathered around the perimeter of the phalanx and surrounded the main house of the manor in a circular encirclement.

Smith's pupils shrank. These club members holding long knives are all strong adults. Although they are not as good as the phalanx members led by the dead soldiers in terms of physique and discipline, they are all desperadoes who are good at fighting. .

Vivian and Liu Dao looked on with trembling eyes. The dead soldier glanced at them casually and didn't pay much attention.

The people are almost here, let me see what I have gained today.

Hiding behind Smith, a blue light flashed in Liu Dao's eyes. The system identification technique showed that these new club members were all ordinary people, but their bodies were stronger than normal people.

But the situation was different for the group of strong men standing behind the dead soldiers. Liu Dao scanned 6 of them at will and felt a heavy spirit. Looking at the neat "Level: Beginner" on the system panel, Liu Dao showed a happy smile. smile.

In terms of the current range of blood transformation capabilities, upgrading beginners to professionals is the best solution. Professionals can already form a certain combat power, and the conditions for reaching first-level beginners are not stringent.

Just when Liu Dao was happy about his upcoming strength, the situation on the field had become serious. The bloody men pushed out by the dead soldiers were obviously a warning to Smith. Since the other party dared to lead people to raid Smith overnight, The manor will definitely not give up until it reaches its goal.

Gradually, the shouts of killing in the manor subsided. Smith's eyes twitched and he clenched his fists. The cessation of these shouts of killing could only mean one thing. His manor guards were wiped out again.

Another circle of blood-stained club members surrounded him. In addition to the first wave and the strong men who formed the phalanx, nearly 300 hard-working desperadoes were surrounding Smith, and the escort team he hired with a high salary They have all become the dead souls of the enemy.

Blah blah blah blah

Three struggling figures were escorted over. The third-order armor on the three men showed their identities as survivors of the manor guard.

After knocking the three guard members to the ground, a middle-aged man who looked like a small leader reported forward.

"President, all armed forces have been eliminated. Seven of our troops were killed, two were seriously injured, and three guardsmen were captured."

"Yes, I understand. The deceased brother's pension will be tripled, and someone will be sent to rush to the hospital for the seriously injured one."

Immediately afterwards, the dead soldier turned his attention to the three guard members. With Smith's ugly expression, the dead soldier waved to a strong man behind him.

"Karl, I'll leave these three people at your disposal. Let Mr. Smith see your gorgeous ax skills."

Hearing this, a strong man carrying a giant ax walked out of the phalanx. The ax blade behind the opponent was in a curved crescent shape, and the dark blue metal blade was covered with a layer of blood rust.

"This is the most skilled executioner in our guild. Please rest assured, Mr. Smith, these three Guardsmen will not suffer any painful death."

The dead soldier spoke the cruel truth in a calm tone. As the strong man with the giant ax approached step by step, the playful look in the dead soldier's eyes became more and more intense.

He is waiting for Smith to surrender, waiting for this desperate businessman to contribute a large sum of wealth to him, and even to seize the Smith Group, the hen that lays the golden eggs.

The executioner's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the pleadings of the three guard members could not be heard. Smith slowly closed his eyes, and his actions made the dead soldier frown.

Still not giving up... The dead soldier felt cruel and waved gently at the strong man who had already raised the giant axe.

"Do it!"

"etc."