Realm of Power

420 The Secret of the East (4)

"Momo Allen" The fat man turned around with a face full of surprise, and sure enough he saw a girl in a white dress lying where the figure was lying just now. That familiar face was the crazy girl who had teased him along the way.

"What's going on? Aren't you with your father? Why are you in such a mess?" The fat man couldn't help but smile. He quickly walked forward and raised Maomo Allen who fell to the ground with his hands.

"Silly fat man, why didn't you catch me just now?" The crazy girl looked at the fat man angrily. There was a deep blood mark on her fair and delicate forehead from rolling down the steps, which made people feel pity for her.

"What the hell is this?" The fat man couldn't help but screamed in his heart.

You know it was this crazy girl. She would rather be hit than get out of the way.

A woman's tears sometimes embarrass the fat man more than a sword. The long-lasting bloody fights and intrigues, in this vast and pure grassland,

The innocent and lively Maomo Allen is like a dream in Fatty's heart. The pure feeling makes Fatty see an angel who does not belong to this world in this troubled world.

"What happened?" Fatty asked solemnly. Maomo Allen's miserable look made Fatty feel an uncontrollable anger rising in his heart.

His originally honest expression suddenly turned into a murderous look.

Fortunately, this is Kugit. If it were in Wikiya, Fatty would have already ordered the whole place to be surrounded. The years of fighting and killing have given Fatty a chill that is heartfelt from his bones.

"Master Guard" saw that his master was acquainted with the assassin. Several guards stopped and quickly stood on several corners, surrounding Fatty and Maomo Allen in the middle, guarding back to back.

"Silly Fatty, you, why are you here?" Maomo Allen held Fatty's hand tightly and did not let go for a moment.

Although he knew that Fatty was just a small smuggler, in this situation, Fatty was the life-saving straw in Maomo Allen's heart.

"Bang!" A burst of loud footsteps approached quickly, and the door of the business station was pushed open from the inside. Several young nobles in gorgeous clothes, with more than a dozen servants holding sticks, appeared in large numbers. door,

"It's her, it's her. You arrest her immediately. It's her that Lord Norav wants."

The leading young noble pointed at Maomo Allen in the fat man's arms and shouted. His hair was messy, and his pale face still had a few blood stains that were obviously scratched by fingernails.

When Maomo Allen saw this young man, his face immediately showed panic.

"Save me, Fatty, save me." Maomo Allen hugged Fatty's thick arms tightly with both hands and shouted, "I don't want to go back. They captured my father and want to sell me to the Kugit nobles in the city as a slave."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The fat man comforted the panicked Maomo Allen with his hands, raised his head and ordered to the guards, "Anyone who comes close will be killed."

"Yes." Several guards nodded, "Cang Cang" and pulled out the sharp swords from their waists, and formed a thick human wall around the fat man.

"People from the Business Alliance" One of the young men saw the black carriage with the Business Alliance emblem engraved behind the fat man. His expression changed and there was a trace of hesitation on his sharp face.

The power of the Business Alliance can be said to be huge on the third floor of Yunzhong City. Most of the caravans and shops are members of the Business Alliance. Even if the Maomo family is relatively independent in terms of relationships because of the alliance,

However, it is still inextricably linked with business alliances in many aspects. Business is not a separate act, but an overall cycle that is interconnected.

Harmony brings wealth, and goods are exchanged with each other. We are all Wikians. No one dares to say that he has not asked for the other's favor. They often try to maintain peace and keep their relationship to the same level.

Seeing that it was someone from the Business Alliance who came forward, and their status was not low, the faces of several young nobles of the Momo family hesitated, especially the sharp sword in the hands of the guards, which made everyone feel cold.

"I'm telling you, don't meddle in other people's business. This is the person that Lord Roraf likes."

Seeing a fat man and a few mercenaries with solemn faces and weapons suddenly appearing next to Mao Mo Allen, the leading noble hesitated for a while and boldly shouted

"Sir Ruolaf is the defense officer on the third floor of Yunzhong City. If you don't want to cause trouble, please send him back to me immediately.

"No matter who you are, this is the trading station of the Maomo family, not the Kules Manor of your business alliance. She is just a humble maid in the family. You have no right to interfere with the internal affairs of our Maomo family.

If you send them back to me now, I can let you go once more. Otherwise, on the third floor of Cloud City, Lord Roraf can directly send troops to destroy the Business Alliance."

"What kind of thing is Ralf? He dares to take advantage of my woman." The fat man laughed angrily. Looking at the young nobleman who was arrogant in front of him, his thick big palm turned into a shadow.

"Pah!" The young noble's cheek made a horrifying sound, and his whole body was slapped with such force and weight that he flipped around in the air, took several steps back, and hit the door behind him.

"Hiss" The nobles on the steps took a breath of cold air and stared at all this in stunned silence. No one expected that the fat man would strike so hard and so quickly. They only saw a shadow flash past and the person was already being slapped away. This must have happened. What a strength! Could it be that this stupid fat guy is actually a fat bear pretending to be a bear?

"You, you." The young noble almost fainted from the pain. When he touched it with his hand, he found that the bridge of his nose collapsed. His entire face was numb and unconscious. His hands were covered with blood. When he shouted, a dozen teeth mixed with blood stained them. The words came out of his mouth and he was trembling even as he spoke, like a mangy dog ​​that had just crawled out of a trapped ditch.

"What are you still doing? Kill them and bring back that dead girl." The young noble looked at the pitiful eyes around him and shouted angrily to the people behind him.

"Quick, catch them all!" Only then did the other young nobles react from the miserable scene in front of them, and quickly directed the servants behind them to rush towards the fat man.

"You are really asking for your own death." A trace of ferocious murderous intent flashed through the fat man's eyes. With a livid face, he faced the guards behind him and commanded through gritted teeth.

"Break all their hands and feet and let them stay here. I want to see if Lord Ralav dares to stand up for these things at this time."

"My lord," upon hearing the fat man's order, several of the guards who had long been unable to restrain themselves shouted excitedly and turned the curved swords in their hands over.

The thick blade back turned into dazzling blades of light, and the guards rushed into the crowd on the opposite side with the sound of wind like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep.

"Huh!" The sword shadow in the guard's hand struck the calf of the servant at the front. "Crack", there was a clear sound of bone cracking.

The servant only felt a heavy weight on his feet, and his bulging eyes saw that his right leg was strangely bent, like a papaya vine that had been twisted from it.

The heartbreaking pain shot straight to his forehead, and his whole body was like a tilted pillar. He screamed and rolled down the steps.

"Ah!" The servants had seen such a scene before. They were immediately frightened by the tragic scene of their companions and cried for their fathers and mothers. The group of people retreated like ducks being pushed by invisible hands.

The guards who "killed" were all veterans on the battlefield, and they would not let go of such an opportunity. The swords in their hands flew up and down, slashing and kicking.

In an instant, more than a dozen servants were knocked to the ground. They were lying on the ground rolling around like gourds, shouting "Ouch".

"Do it." The faces of the guards were indifferent, and the swords in their hands turned into a sharp sword light. The strong and heavy thick sword back carried the sound of wind, and slashed hard on the fragile joints of the nobles and servants, "

The crisp sound of "click" is as frightening as the rapid raindrops.

The young nobles and servants who were screaming miserably just now were like dead dogs lying in the ditch, their hands and feet were strangely bent, and only the sound of painful breathing was left in their mouths.

A dozen people with broken limbs were lying at the door of Maomo Commercial Station, which immediately attracted the attention of passers-by on the surrounding streets. An old servant poked his head out of the crack in the door and saw a dozen people lying outside, with a frightened expression on his face. all pale,

These are all the sons of several large caravan leaders in the trading station. One of them is the nephew of Maumo Winks, the person in charge of the trading station.

Seeing these young men who used to be arrogant, lying on the ground like dead dogs, their hands and feet were bent strangely, and they were moaning,

"No, something happened." The old servant turned around and ran away with a hesitant expression. The old figure passed through several rooms and went straight to the hall, where several caravan leaders were discussing matters.

"I'm sorry, the adults are discussing something." Two guard knights who were on guard outside blocked the old housekeeper's way.

"Sir, what's wrong, Master Maomo Atelei and the others had their hands and feet broken and left them at the door." The old servant's yelling voice startled everyone.

"Who are you?" Several middle-aged nobles rushed out of the door angrily with a group of mercenaries. Their faces were somewhat similar to those of the most arrogant young people just now.

"Haha, I thought it would be that Rao Laf who came forward, but who knew it was you guys?" The fat man sneered, and his sharp eyes made the middle-aged people feel as if they were being chilled by a sharp sword.

"You, you" The pressure of being a superior person that had been cultivated in Fatty for a long time came out, making the middle-aged nobles feel speechless. An unspeakable pressure hit their faces.

"Broken" Several caravan leaders are well-informed, forget about this mysterious fat man, those few mercenaries, facing enemies several times their own, not only do not have the slightest fear, but are faintly aware of them The momentum was overwhelming,

The leaders of these caravans could tell at a glance that these were mercenaries. They were warriors in the army who were accustomed to fighting. With this calm momentum, they were at least at the level of squad leader.

"Sir, it's the Samor sword." A knight following the middle-aged noble pointed at the strange curved sword in the guard's hand and whispered nervously,

The word "what" is like a hurricane that makes the caravan leaders pale,