The soldiers charged at the Golden Anchor Club.

They rushed over Claude. In a few seconds, the old boat board door of the Golden Anchor Club fell off the door frame, and a loud bang, slapped heavily on the ground.

Then, the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground came from the building, and the sound of various porcelain and glassware shattering came. There were also screams of waiters and maids, and then the rough roars and insults of the soldiers rushing into the building were heard.

Old man Claude ran back to the club in a furious manner. He shouted loudly, making everyone shut up and let everyone cooperate with the soldiers' actions.

Qiao turned around, bent down, put the sword in his hand on Sinbada's neck, and grinned: "This feeling, this scene, how emotional? We are old friends, real old friends. I will fight you bloodily for more than a hundred times!"

"How tragic, how tragic? Gorkin broke his arms and legs by you, so do I. Of course, your losses are greater! In my memory, this is it! Your losses are greater!"

"We have blood and hatred, and we have no doubt made enemies."

"So, I can understand that for revenge, you can calculate countless plots in me."

"Even when Gorkin's last letter was sent back, I thought that one day, like you, I was broken and lying on a remote beach, unable to make any noise!"

"We are all men. Men, if you can't beat them, you have to admit defeat and sincerely admit defeat! Losing money, or something else, gives up a large amount of benefits, is a very conventional operation."

"But you want to murder my dear mother!"

There was a crimson light flashing in Qiao's eyes, and Sinbada indeed saw the ominous light in Qiao's eyes.

“I have no choice.”

"I love my mom Lia! I love my sister Tifa!! I love my sister Weima!!!"

"They are such beautiful and kind people. How dare you, how can you really attack them?"

"Oh, of course, you didn't attack Weima, but you will definitely do that. So, you must die!"

"You, and all your family...including all the dogs, men and women in the Wells family... If I don't kill you, you will hurt my loved ones... What else can I do?"

"I have no choice!"

The ancient silver-handled sword in Qiao's hand gently cut across Sinbada's face and cut a wound deep into his face.

Blood flowed all over his face, and Sinbada's body twisted violently.

Old man Claude roared and yelled in the club, and then ran out in a hurry.

When he ran out, the sword just slashed across Sinbad's face.

Seeing all this, he raised his cane, hissed and whistled, and made a gesture to pounce on Joe standing on the salted fish cart.

Two soldiers stood in front of Claude, flintlock rifles with bayonets in their hands crossed each other, and the flickering bayonet almost stabbed Claude in the chest.

Claude, who was highly respected in Tulun Port, had strong personal strength, wealth, power, etc., which were enough to call the wind and rain, stiffened his body and stopped in disappointment.

In his heart, Joe is nothing.

Joe's father Hesen is nothing.

What can the Weitu family be considered? It’s just a family of outsiders.

But the iron-gray uniforms in front of you... these soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms!

Claude forced himself to resist the urge to take action.

Imperial soldiers represent the will of the empire.

Unless the Haydn family wanted to rebel, Claude would never attack these two soldiers who seemed extremely powerful in his opinion.

Forty years ago, millions of troops from the Delun Empire went south and destroyed more than 100,000 militias in Tulun Port in just two days. That battle had left a deep impression of the invincibility of the empire in the hearts of an old man like Claude.

The two soldiers were stern and gently pushed the rifle in their hands forward.

Claude raised his hands and took two steps back expressionlessly.

The soldiers behind Qiao were tall, about four inches taller than the local natives of Tulun Port. They were young, brave, energetic, and vigorous in fighting. They were descendants of the Imperial Army that conquered Tulun Port and Kasica Island back then. Their grandfathers and fathers were all from the north of the empire.

In Kasica Island and in Tulum Port, these Imperial soldiers formed their own factions.

They are out of place with the locals, they have a deep hatred of blood with the locals, and they have an absolute psychological advantage over these short locals.

When two little soldiers looked at Old Man Claude, they looked down from a condescending view in their hearts - they were just an indigenous old man!

That's all.

A second lieutenant officer walked up with several soldiers. The second lieutenant snatched Claude's cane and twisted his hands behind him. A soldier held a specially made, larger and heavier steel handcuff and buckled heavily on Claude's wrist.

Claude pursed his lips and looked at Joe with a deep look.

Qiao stepped on Sinbada's chest, and the blood stained red on the ancient sword in his hand. The blood kept sliding down the edge of the knife, falling drop by drop on Sinbada's face and chest.

This sword is very evil.

It cut open Sinbad's face, and a strange force remained on the wound, and blood kept flowing out without any solidification and stopping the bleeding.

The blood flowed along Sinbad's neck to the car board of the salted fish car, and then dripped on the street from the gap in the car board, and soon it blew into a small beach on the street.

Claude looked down and looked at the blood that kept dripping from the salted fish cart. He finally couldn't help it and said coldly: "Joe, ruthless little guy, how much do you want Sinbada to die of blood loss?"

"Why not?" Joe looked at Claude with a smile, and his words suddenly changed Claude's face.

"He participated in the assassination of my mother, Riya, so he deserves to die, right?" Joe smiled particularly brightly: "In the words of my father Hesen, you can choose to start a war, but how to end and when it is up to us!"

Claude's old face twitched violently. He raised his head and looked at Qiao Can's smiling face, his face turned extremely gloomy.

Sinbada participated in the assassination of Leah?

Claude cursed angrily in his heart, and these stupid little boys undoubtedly broke through the bottom line.

It’s not that the people of the Weitu family cannot be assassinated. The natives of Jiasica can assassinate two Dukes of Jiasica in a row, let alone the people of the Weitu family?

However, this assassination that breaks through the bottom line must be allowed by the elders and the elderly who control the real power. Everything in the entire Tulun Port and the entire Jiasica Island should be allowed by their permission before it can happen.

Sinbad's unauthorized actions will cause trouble to everyone.

Troubles can be eliminated, Claude firmly believed that no trouble cannot be solved.

Even the troubles caused by the assassination of the mistress of the Weitu family can be easily solved within the seven-member committee.

But Sinbada's behavior of bypassing them, those elders, those who hold power, and act without authorization... must be severely punished.

Claude's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he looked at the small pool of blood on the ground.

Well, let Sinbada, a little fool who is crazy and disrespectful to his elders die here. Perhaps his death can still become a bargaining chip?

Claude looked up and looked at Joe, grinning: "It's great that Mrs. Riya is safe."

Joe ignored Claude.

These old guys are all cunning and ruthless. Qiao has heard of many of Claude's great achievements since he was a child - including, for the sake of a little bit of shares in the Golden Anchor Club, he personally sank one of his son-in-law!

Don’t talk nonsense to this kind of old guy. Find opportunities to do it directly. This is the safest and safest way.

The sound of messy footsteps came.

A team of soldiers walked out of the Golden Anchor Club, and then they quickly lined up on guard on both sides of the club gate.

The neck was covered with steel shackles, and they were made into a row with fine steel chains. A team of men and women in gorgeous clothes and extraordinary style walked out with red faces.

The shackles around the neck and the iron chains that tie them together are the standard style of transporting slaves.

It was almost dusk, and it was the time when the gentlemen and ladies in the upper class of Tulun Port had dinner. The time for social interaction was that the soldiers were chasing each other like slaves. They were roughly driven out. They were all well-dressed and covered with jewels. They were kept smoothly. Every hair and every beard were meticulously taken care of.

The older ones among them can be nearly seventy.

Among them, the youngest ones are about teenagers.

They are all top figures among the natives of Tulum Port, with nearly a hundred men and women. They are members of the other six major families in the seven-member committee of Tulum Port, in addition to the Weitu family.

In addition to them, the remaining two or three hundred men and women are also core members of other major families in Tulun Port.

There are many people here, Joe knows, and they have dealt with them with fists and sticks. Among their elders are senior officials of the Taxation Bureau of Tulun Port, leaders of the Education Bureau of Tulun Port, directors of the Workshop of Tulun Port, members of the Public Security Committee of Tulun Port, and chairman of the Tulun Port Mariners Union...

The family strength behind these people includes all aspects of Tulun Port.

To be honest, a very light sentence in the Golden Anchor Club may determine the livelihood issues of thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people in Tulun Port next month or even the second half of the year.

Qiao was very happy and slapped the palm of his left hand with the sword surface, making a crisp sound.

"Call me, don't dance, oh, let me tell you a good news!"

"After the charges of His Excellency Sinbad, you are related to a crime of treason."
Chapter completed!