Chapter 136 (1/2)

The sea urchin Bay was blocked, and the rickshaw men, workers and laborers who helped unload the goods were kneeling on the ground with their hands behind their heads.

Falcons and meteors hover in the sky, and the guards under bill the blue ring sea snake, some people take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

Meteors in the sky, even at night, you can see the small voles on the ground.

It constantly issued a clear and crisp sound, blue Platycodon with Yaya Peter several, with the witus family guards, intercepted and killed everywhere, the fleeing Welsh family subordinates were intercepted and arrested one by one.

All around were firelight, lighting up the collapse of the hillside on a large and small pit.

The ignited grape trellis are still burning. A team of subordinates of the Rittal family are fighting the burning fire with the branches just cut off. There were dull thumping and shrill shouts everywhere.

Rafa was still lying in the pit, more than 50 feet in diameter, and there was a steady flow of pale gold blood from the corners of his mouth.

Surrounded by Duke Ross's subordinates, ten major generals, hundreds of school officers, and a large group of Marines of the Garcia fleet with torches. Everyone's face was very ugly, because the Duke of rose sitting by the pit Her face was extremely ugly.

Prince Ross was sitting on a big stone regardless of his image. Most of the palace skirt was damaged. The two exposed legs were covered with dried mud, like a thick layer of cow hide.

Her hair was scattered, her hair and cheeks covered with bits of muddy water, and she was also dried by the heat.

Her two sleeves were smashed long ago. Her right arm was holding a cracked small folding fan and beating randomly. Her broken left arm was hanging by her side, swinging back and forth.

Duke Roth actively swung his broken left arm. His left arm swayed back and forth. The broken bones rubbed against each other, making a ”click” sound.

Dozens of intrepid female guards in black suits and black cloaks stood behind the Duke of Roth, their faces were grim, their eyes were bloodshot and red, like big bombs that had been ignited, and they could explode at any time.

They were only a little late, and Duke Ross was seriously injured and one of his arms was broken.

Just now they carefully proposed to help Duke Ross bandage the broken arm, but Duke Ross flatly refused. Now Duke Ross gently shook his shoulder and swung his broken left arm. His pretty face was dark, and every pore of his face seemed to be emitting cold air.

Joe was standing next to Duke Ross with a low brow, turning from time to time to look at Duke Ross's broken arm.

This scene is very familiar

A few years ago, Joe saw a group of blackmailers who came from other places to seek life in port Tulun.

Their most commonly used means is to break the arms of their accomplices with bricks, and then deliberately bump into the carriages of fast-moving rich merchants in the street, so as to extort money And they make a good profit.

Before the police department of port Tulun knocked down the gang, these people blackmailed hundreds of rich businessmen and extorted more than 100000 gold marks in port Tulun!

Of course, how can the arms of those scoundrels at the bottom of the society compare with those of the noble imperial Duke?

Duke Ross broke an arm, and this compensation

Joe gently took a breath, and then at the bottom of his heart, he compared the determination and cruelty of Duke Ross with a thumb - his arm was broken, and he deliberately swayed back and forth like this. How painful it was?

How much determination have you made and how much blackmail do you want?

The guards of the witus were busy, searching the burning vineyards around them. More than a dozen black armored soldiers were carefully carried over with makeshift stretchers.

Eleven of them were dead, six were seriously injured and comatose. Only one of them had broken more than a dozen ribs and could barely speak.

When the black armour soldier was carried over, he also saw the Duke of rose sitting on a big stone with a black painted face and swinging his broken arm as a game.

He raised his hand and untied his broken armor. The black armor soldier raised his head and hissed: ”your honor...”

Prince Ross pointed impatiently at the black armored soldier with the small folding fan of his right hand.

Joe whistled, and the iron mule standing nearby stepped over, grabbed a piece of dry mud on the ground, and put it into the black armour soldier's mouth to stop his next words.

”Hoo Hoo hoo, little minion is not qualified to speak!” Prince rose raised his head and said with a sharp, loud smile, ”what do you think?”

The sound of rapid footsteps came.

According to Joe's intelligence, Marquis sijak, who was supposed to be drinking in the official residence of port Tulun, and Lilith, the senior intelligence officer of the intelligence department, approached with hundreds of black armour soldiers.

A large group of sailors of the Garcia fleet held up their chert rifles and blocked them in front of the Marquis sijak.

Sijak and his party stopped.