Chapter 608 (1/2)

Sitting in front of the desk, viscount rosbury calmly tidied up his collar. He was wearing the traditional dress of the British aristocracy and a wig cover. His face was always arrogant and mean. He could vaguely see the affectation of the traditional aristocracy, but he could feel the awe inspiring breath emanating from him.

He put his hand on the noble foil beside his leg, turned his eyes around Chen Ang's face, suddenly sneered, turned his head and asked the black blood clan next to Chen ang, ”who is your excellency? Why do you treat my guests with such an impolite attitude?”

Viscount rosbury got up from his seat and Shi Shiran went to the side of the desk to stand. This position is just right. It can not only use the terrain of sundries to block the attack of most people, but also retreat behind the desk to resist at any time. Moreover, it is also very close to the window. When the situation is bad, it is also convenient for Viscount rosbury to escape at any time.

This ingenious practice is indeed the tradition of the British aristocracy. On the one hand, we should stand firm in face, on the other hand, we must not suffer for it.

This refined pragmatism can only be achieved by the Viscount rosbury, an old fox cooked in a noble dye vat. It is absolutely reasonable that this country can colonize the world for hundreds of years.

At this time, more than a dozen British soldiers in bright red and white uniforms and high black leather hats rushed from the corridor. Viscount rosbury quickly pulled out his foil, picked the tip like a poisonous snake, and drilled into the throat of a blood clan in black nearest to him. Even Chen ang did not expect that a noble who lived in honor should have such fast, accurate and ruthless swordsmanship.

The black blood clan reacted very quickly and quickly shrank back.

However, viscount rosbury's sword tip seemed to grow three inches out of thin air. With a slight shake at his wrist, he let the foil play a sword flower, increased the speed by half, and sent the sword tip into the throat of the blood clan.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the throat bone of the man in black.

The British soldiers quickly rushed forward and prepared to meet the Viscount rosbury. They stabbed with bayonets. Two or three people in a group cooperated with tacit understanding to focus their strength on one point, ready to break through the siege of the black blood clan led by Chen ang. From the perspective of the situation, it seems that they have won the initiative.

But Chen Anglian was stingy to give them a little attention. He calmly walked to the Viscount rosbury's desk and looked thoughtfully at some documents and reports on it.

When Viscount rosbury felt the change from the tip of the sword, his face suddenly changed and shouted to the bodyguard, ”be careful! They are not human!” but it seemed late at this time. The black blood clan pulled out a slip of bright knife light from behind the waist and popped up several times faster than the British soldiers. They were like a mysterious shadow, often only in an instant, It has passed.

When the machete in his hand crossed a curve, the British soldier pressed his hands tightly on the throat crossed by the machete, blood flowed from his throat, the body fell to the ground, and his eyes still looked incredible.

It was almost a massacre. In the narrow corridor, more than a dozen blood families in black came and went freely like a shadow. The blood family who was cut by Viscount rosbury waved a machete, opened Viscount rosbury's foil, turned the machete into a bright knife light, cut it out sparsely, and killed the key of viscount rosbury with the sound of tearing wind.

At this time, viscount rosbury suddenly recited a word in a loud voice. The silver ring on his right hand suddenly burst into a dazzling holy light. He went over the foil along his right hand. He fiercely took out the foil. The sword body trembled like a tough wicker, and several sword flowers burst out on his hand. The holy light hurt the eyes of the blood clan opposite him.

The Viscount of rosbury took the opportunity to stab the heart of the opposite blood clan with a foil and a sad light and shadow.

At the critical moment, Chen ang kicked the blood clan out for dozens of steps with one foot, and then his right foot bounced up like a poisonous dragon, slapped him heavily on the Viscount rosbury's face, beat him out like a ball, and fell on the back wall. The Viscount rosbury's neck tilted, and he was so unconscious.

Chen ang slowly put down his right foot and sighed, ”I haven't touched anyone for a long time! My skills are rusty...”

Glancing at the blood clan saved by him, Chen ang drank coldly: ”waste!” the black blood clan showed extremely frightened eyes. He trembled under Chen Ang's indifferent eyes. At this time, other black blood clans who had cleaned up the British soldiers who came to support could only look at him sympathetically. No one said a word in the whole process.

Chen ang pointed to the relevant information on the desk and said, ”put them away, and then search the manor for me. I want all the information of the Suez Canal Company, as well as all the documents related to Viscount rosbury and the British mainland. Everyone else here will take them away. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!”

Although everything went well, Chen Ang's face was not relaxed. He looked at the unconscious Viscount rosbury with a frown. It was not because the Viscount rosbury's strength was too strong, which surprised Chen ang.

On the contrary, the protection around Viscount rosbury is too weak. Viscount rosbury's own strength is no less than that of Hong Fan before strengthening. Coupled with more than a dozen elite British soldiers who protect him, it is enough to resist the joint efforts of Hong Fan and Zhang Ziqiang. Even if you are not careful, the reincarnation will capsize. However, it is ridiculous to say that this is the strength around the head of Suez Canal Company.

As Chen ang knows, the Suez Canal Company and the local church always wear a pair of trousers.

Viscount rosbury has always been protected by three priests and several healthy servants who are proficient in Indian yoga. There is also a team of black wrestlers who have infinite strength and are proficient in throwing skills, but Chen ang didn't see them today.