"A little aggrieved." Joe wrapped his belly with a short cloak and walked slowly on the main road of the town of Lofgang.

"It's like, Gorkin joined the army. For the first time, I fought with the dogs of their families with my guards... I lost that game. Without Gorkin, I lost a bit miserable."

"My left hand was dislocated and I was hit on the back of my head, and I almost fainted. The dozen family guards who fought with me were all injured. The two who were the worst injured had their legs broken."

"I lost that game very ugly. I didn't tell Hesen, nor did I tell them to Liya. I asked the grimace shopkeeper to pick up my arms and help the guards heal my injuries."

"I skipped classes for two months in a row, and brought people with me to catch them and attacked them with a slap in a dozen people with bricks."

"Because of that grudge, after I went to the Justice Academy, I still had endless troubles with them. During the three years of the Justice Academy, I tried all kinds of ways to finally turn the gang fight into a traditional project of the Justice Academy and the Naval Academy."

"Since Gorkin joined the army, I have not suffered any losses, I have taken a big advantage. After all, at that time, there were puppies from six families in the Seven-man Committee, dealing with me alone."

"I didn't suffer any loss, I took advantage."

"This time, Marquis of Seajac? Oh, just like I lost the fight in that time... Old guy, damn old guy, hypocritical old guy, his appetite is so big, so many people and things in Lövgang, he wants to swallow it in one bite?"

Qiao pressed his hands on his lower abdomen.

There was a black ball of blood that kept oozing out of the cracks in the skin, and the bruises were constantly twitching.

Marquis Seajac made a sudden move in public, causing the bruise to Joe's critical strike.

If Joe hadn't had his strength improved by leaps and bounds in just over a week, his body strength and defense continued to soar. If he was really a fat man who had just opened up the sea of ​​strength, Marquis Seajac's attack would have been very likely to have severely damaged or even killed him.

"The old guy didn't show any mercy... Why is he? What's the benefit of killing me?" Qiao shook his head: "But I'm really weak, if I'm stronger..."

Joe remembered his mental journey at the lamprey fishing field.

Strength, he needs powerful strength.

Powerful enough to suppress everything and protect everything.

"However, this time, so many people can't hide it from Hesen, nor can they hide it from Liya... Hesen and Liya's temper, ah, after receiving the news, they must have been preparing to take revenge on Seajac."

"But this old guy's identity is here, and it's not so easy to take revenge on him."

The main road that passes through the town from east to west is nearly a hundred feet wide. The main road paved with pebbles is cleaned. After years of walking and friction, each piece of pebbles becomes oily and bright, shining in the sun.

On both sides of the main road are small buildings with three-story, four-story or even five-story buildings facing the street.

The white walls, red roofs, and exterior walls are similar in shape. Flower pots are neatly placed in the hanging frames under the windows, and now they are full of bright flowers.

There are ivy crawling on the exterior walls of some small buildings, and the green leaves add a lot of elegance to these small buildings.

At the entrance of each small building, on the third-level high steps, a man wearing local traditional clothing stood.

Large leather boots, canvas hunting pants, white cotton shirts, gray or brown leather vests, family-born, historical belts are set on them, and are inlaid with a large amount of gold, silver, gems and pearls. Each ancient large belt is complex in patterns and is an outstanding work of art.

Their size is between five feet and five feet and five feet and eight or nine inches on average. They are not tall and thin. They have two big beards like scimitars on their black faces, which makes them look fierce and powerful.

They stood at the gate of their home, holding mixed cigarettes or poor quality cigars in their mouths, constantly spraying smoke from their nostrils and corners of their mouths.

At each of them, two or three fierce large vicious dogs were sitting.

The public security in Lofgang is extremely bad, otherwise how could it have caught more than a thousand gang members who took advantage of the situation last night?

Therefore, every household has a vicious dog, ranging from two or three to more than a dozen, depending on the owner's financial resources.

Here, it may be the area with the highest density of large vicious dogs in the entire Delun Empire.

These vicious dogs with exposed fangs and saliva were like their owners, looking calmly and disdainfully at Joe who was shaking through the middle of the street, as well as Lan Mujin, Lan Kikyo, Billy, and a hundred chubby policemen following him.

Occasionally, Qiao's eyes fell on the man standing at the door of a small building. The man's stiff face would immediately have a bright smile. He grabbed the wide-brimmed hunting hat on his head and bowed deeply to Qiao: "Mr. Police officer!"

These guys came from the same source as the stubborn islanders on the island of Kasica, but they have been together in Lovgang for so many years, and have become many times more slippery than the distant relatives on the island of Kasica.

As long as it is profitable and as long as it does not violate its own tangible interests, these guys have done a good job of superficial articles.

But as soon as Qiao's eyes moved away from them, the guys' eyes became provocative and unrestrained again, with deep malice and ridicule.

In Lovgang, every household has its own news channels. Just now, Joe and Marquis Seajac had a conflict, but the big loss had already spread throughout Lovgang.

In the eyes of these people, there is no doubt that people like Feiyu Chak are their own people.

Qiao is wearing a police uniform, and he is a natural and destined enemy. He has taken advantage of his own people and the enemy suffers losses. These people still don’t know how to be happy.

"I originally thought that the people from the three major families who had been dealt with last night would have been like me surrendering... the entire Lovgang would soon become my territory." Joe murmured: "Sejac, the people from the Wells, Cecil, Turing, and their dog-legged family all became people from the Intelligence Headquarters..."

"Ah, at least half of the Löwgang belongs to that old guy."

"He made a few so-called intelligence officials out of thin air, and half of the Lovgang became his territory."

"Damn old guy, I can imagine that he will definitely smuggle in Lovgang in the future, violate the law and encroach on illegal gains... How high can you expect an old ghost who raises so many little boys? Can you expect him to abide by the law?"

"But what can I do?"

Lan Kikyong approached Qiao, who was half a head shorter than Qiao. He raised his head and whispered: "Joe, do you want me to kill that Marquis of Seajac?"

Qiao's pace suddenly stopped. He grabbed his forehead and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure?"

Lan Kikyo shrugged her shoulders, her eyes were as deep as water, very deep and quiet, without any fluctuations: "Of course... assassination is different from frontal combat. I have confidence to assassinate an enemy who is several times stronger than me. And Seajac, his strength is not as strong as me... and he is old."

Qiao opened her mouth and her heart beat violently for a few times. He was moved by Lan Ji Kung's volunteer.

But after careful thinking, Qiao's face became very gloomy. He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "No, no, I just clashed with him early in the morning. If you go and kill him, I am the biggest suspect."

"Also, you are from the army, and your assassination method must have detailed records on the army."

"That old guy is the head of the Imperial Intelligence Department in Tulun Port. His power radiates to the surrounding provinces and several countries on the east and west sides of Tulun Port, and even crosses the Storm Ocean in the South. His power directly covers the Black Continent."

"If he dies, we will all be subject to severe scrutiny from the Intelligence Department and cannot escape."

Qiao looked down at Lan Jigong: "Well, let's talk about it. We have just met for two days. You took the initiative to say you wanted to kill Seajac, and I dare not agree to you. Well, do you think this is the reason? We just met, and I need time to gradually trust you."

Joe said it thoroughly.

Lan Kikyong still looked quiet and cold: "Joe, our brothers have no malice towards you."

Qiao grabbed the back of his head with great force and nodded vigorously: "That's right, but assassinating the Imperial Marquis is still an Imperial Marquis who is in charge of intelligence. The consequences are too great, so we should still be careful."

"I suffered a loss in his hands, and I will get it back by myself."

"Isn't power, isn't power?"

Joe touched the bulging dark bag on his chest, which was stuffed with a hundred goldmark denominations.

He took a deep breath and reached into the secret bag. After a while, he took out a piece of bronze smooth paper and handed it to Lan Ji Kung. The secret bag he had originally bulging was already dry at this moment, leaving only a pitiful fried slice, lying in his pocket with grievance.

"It's still early now. Platycodon, I'll give you a task. Take these two prescriptions to go to the Yaolu Street of Tulun Port to find the Grim-faced shopkeeper, and ask him to prepare a barrel of each of them at the fastest speed. Remember, it's a large barrel of rum barrel-sized potion."

"I have no money on hand now, and all expenses are required. Let him deduct it from the dividends for next month. He has transactions with me and let him deduct it from the dividends."

"These two kinds of agents are not very complicated, and the preparation process is very simple. Let him prepare it as soon as possible and then send it back to me."

Lan Yikong took the bronze paper and turned around and left without saying a word. He seemed to be walking slowly, but he was much faster than ordinary people strode.

"I made a fuss all night yesterday. Are you tired? Go back and rest, go back and rest."

"Well, Hibiscus, will you cure your injuries? I have a big bruise here. Hurry up and help me think of a solution!"

Qiao led a large group of people to leave the main road of Lofgang and headed to the Vitu House Stack outside the town.

During the whole day, the leaders of the Wells, Turing, and Cecil's family in Lovgang were proudly appearing everywhere in the town, and they kept making all kinds of noises.

Soon, the people in the town knew that the main trunks of the three major families were finished in Tulum Port, but in Lövgang, from now on, they have formed their own line, and they have found a strong enough backer that they will develop better than before.

There was a turbulent tide in the Lof Hill.
Chapter completed!