Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 888: Abrupt Change

The corners of Old Baker's mouth twitched as veins appeared on his face, as if he was going to explode with anger. However, those who were familiar with him knew that this old man was treacherous. Even though he had a face full of anger, he still had seven emotions. But in reality, he was calmer than anyone else. The old man sneered, "What a big tone. I wonder where your reliance came from. The woman behind you? Or those troops destined not to enter Vegas?" josei

"I reckon that Fierce Vulture went to the Garden of Eden. Your son went with Fudin. Horn, what other cards do you have to play?"

Horn laughed, "I told you, Uncle Baker, you're old and foolish. That's right, I'm a card player. But don't forget, I'm the biggest trump card."

Instead of looking at the old man, Horn looked at Ederick and smiled. "Is the steak delicious?"

Ederick raised his head and sighed bitterly, "It's not good. It's overcooked."

"Then you still eat. Ederick, I told you earlier that gluttony is bad for your health. Be careful of hurting your stomach and spleen." "Tell me honestly," Horn said calmly, "what tempted you. Just Old Baker's half of the estate is worth the risk. I don't believe it."

"Why are you bringing this up now?" Edric sighed, wiped his hands with a napkin, and clapped three more times. Moments later, three figures rushed into the hall from behind the partition and lined up behind the fatty. The three of them, two men and a woman, wore suits, just like Ederick's bodyguards. However, these three people had enormous energy, and they knew that they weren't weak at first glance.

Anna narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Major General, battle prowess."

Ederick gave her a thumbs up. "Anna's the one who knows her stuff. I heard you're a widow. Why don't you stop with Horn and follow me? You're a little old, but you're mature. Horn's old and he can't eat, so my big bird is different."

Anna laughed instead of being angry.

Horn bent his finger and gently tapped the table. He raised his head and swept past the three people behind the fatty, "It's hard for you. You actually managed to catch three little fellows who can still be considered to be on the stage."

"I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, am I?" Ederick continued to pick up his knife and fork, "I heard that Old Baker hired that black knife to kill you. I don't know the process, but Murphy is back. And you went to Old Baker to argue with her. Of course, the outcome isn't very good. Lord Horn, if you kill Murphy, I wouldn't dare to work with him, but Murphy is still alive. Tsk, tsk, that's different."

"Ederick, your head is probably full of lard. Otherwise, why didn't you think that I wouldn't have let Murphy go on purpose?" Horn said unhurriedly.

Ederick paused for a moment and looked up at Old Baker. The latter simply closed his eyes. The fatty narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's fine if you do it on purpose. I'm not the main character tonight. I'm only responsible for eating. As long as you don't spill this water on me, you can do whatever you like."

Horn laughed, and his gaze swept past the three people behind him. "You're sitting here, hoping that you won't get a drop of water. Ederick, the three little fellows behind you aren't qualified to stop this disaster. But seeing that you're smart, just neutral, I'll settle this with you later."

Then he looked at Old Baker and said, "Uncle, what other trump cards do you have? You see, I don't have much time. Let's get this over with."

Old Baker laughed out loud and looked at Tyre angrily, "What are you still waiting for?"

Tyre sighed, "I haven't become the Patriarch yet, but I have a bigger temper than the Patriarch."

He gave a dry cough.

A group of fully armed soldiers immediately surged out from the rooms on both sides of the hall. They were all well-trained corpses of Tyre, and each of them was at least Level 10. The standard equipment was a set of "Blazing Battle Weapons". This set of magical energy equipment could be said to be the famous work of the Beth Cord Magic Martial Factory, but it was now used to deal with the people within the clan. It would be ironic if one were to be more sarcastic.

There were a total of 30 Death Warriors and soldiers. They surrounded the long table and pointed their Fire Fighting Rifles at Horn. The markings on the spear lit up and entered the Origin Energy Filling Stage. Anna's expression changed slightly. She was very clear about the offensive of the menacing flame rifle. Otherwise, it would not have been gradually spread in the Federation Army and would have become the standard of the army. If these dozens of guns were to be fired together, Horn probably wouldn't be able to injure them, but it was hard for her to say.

Old Baker laughed. Horn's expression did not change, but he looked at Tyre lightly.

Tyre smiled bitterly and sighed, pointing at Old Baker with a finger. Instantly, dozens of guns turned around, pointing at who the old man was. Old Baker's expression changed as he looked at Tyre and said in a dark voice, "What are you doing?"

"You bought it for Horn?"

Tyre shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a glass beside him and smashed it into Ederick's plate. "Still eating. Is the play over?"

Fatty smashed his knife and fork, "What the hell are you acting? I'm really hungry."

He looked at Old Baker and licked his fat lips. "But with Old Baker's estate, it's barely enough to fill his stomach."

Old Baker was shocked. "Fat pig, you dare to mess with me?"

"Why don't you dare?" '"Who else have I been afraid of for so many years, except old Horn? You? A dying old man? Stop joking." Ederick said to Horn.

He scratched his head again, "But I didn't expect that Tyre would actually … tsk, I thought that he could take over his territory this time."

Exploding Head laughed coldly, "Your appetite is really big, and you're not afraid of dying."

"I'm not afraid. It's better to endure death than starve to death." Fatty said sincerely, and then said to Horn, "By now, Old Baker's little bit of ground force should have been cleaned up. This old thing's little bit of decoration is not enough."

The corners of Old Baker's mouth twitched. This time, it really twitched. He said hoarsely, "So you blocked Horn's black eagle. It's true that you exposed my arrangements to them!"

"I only realized it now, so you old man should have died earlier." Edric murmured.

Horn said, "See, Uncle Baker." I told you you weren't my opponent, Ederick was greedy. That's right. It's not wrong for you to use half of your property to buy him off, but the conditions I gave him are to take over all of your property. Which side do you think this greedy guy will stand on, and Tell. Tyre's position has always been neutral, so it gives you the illusion that you can buy him off. But don't you think why Tyre has been neutral for so long? I don't think I have such a good temper. I am the one who gave Tyre such a detached position. "

Old Baker rolled his eyes.

Horn stood up and sighed, "Whether it's Edrick or Tell, I've played this game for decades. You've only played a few pieces in a hurry and you think you can turn the tables. Uncle Baker, I'm the one who thinks highly of you."

At this time, Lightning walked to Old Baker's side and bent down to whisper, "We just received the report. Our people … are finished." Old Baker's face was ashen and his body trembled. His entire body seemed to have aged for ten years in an instant. At this moment, Lightning, who was standing beside him, struck the old man's chest with an unpredictable elbow. Old Baker immediately spat out blood and flew backwards. He fell to the ground, pointing at Lightning and was speechless for a moment.

Suddenly, even Tell and Ederick's eyelids twitched. Only Horn said, "Lightning, your real name is Jorry." Twenty years ago, not only did you kill the leader of a force that was against you, you also slaughtered fifty-three of that person's brothers, wives, and children. Coincidentally, Jorry didn't escape a calamity at home, but his father, the leader's younger brother, died at your hands for no reason at all. In all these years, Jorry has never stopped planning on revenge. "

'"He's a piece of dark chess that I put beside you. He has endured all these years. After all, it's not easy to gain your trust. But after ten years as the head of security beside you, I think Jorry is already very familiar with your business and operations. Is that so, Jorry?"

Lightning nodded silently.

"So even if you die, your kingdom will not collapse. It's just another master." Horn sat down and nodded, "Whatever you want now, do as you please."

Lightning walked towards Old Baker step by step, pointing at the scar on his face and saying, "I was afraid that you would find out. Back then, I had personally scratched this scar on my face. Every time I looked in the mirror, it reminded me not to forget what you did. Today, your old life is mine!"

Old Baker spat out a mouthful of blood. He supported his chest and stood up. He smiled sinisterly and said, "You bastard who jumped out of nowhere? You weren't born when I killed you. If you want to kill me, come and try." He put down his hand, and a thick dark purple flame continued to penetrate his body. A gloomy aura quietly rose from the old man's body. Old Baker's eyes were gradually filled with purple light. If there were two more corners, he would be like a devil crawling out of hell.

The three great elders of Bescot, Old Baker, who was also known as the butcher, were not masters that could be slaughtered by anyone. Thunder and lightning didn't know it was easy, but they didn't hesitate. They shouted loudly, and the lighting in the hall continued to flicker. Finger-thick electric currents swept out from the electric wires buried in the walls of the hall and wrapped around the lightning, causing a crackling sound to resound.

Old Baker snorted and shouted, "Valhinian, are you still not going to make a move? Are you a pawn set up by Horn?"

At the end of his words, the golden sailboat that served as a partition shattered to the ground without a sound. Everyone in the hall could clearly see that there was only one of the five bodyguards Old Baker had brought with him, and the other four were lying at his feet. A pool of blood flowed out, forming a small pool of blood.

The man who was still wearing sunglasses and whom Old Baker called Valhinian looked ordinary at first glance, especially after wearing a pair of sunglasses. He belonged to the kind of public face that would be forgotten if he was thrown into the crowd, but now, his aura was circulating, and he didn't have the bearing of an expert when he casually pulled someone over.

He walked forward silently.

Tell gestured as a row of dead men shot at him. Valhinian raised his hand expressionlessly. He waved his hand casually like he was swatting a fly. Without firing a single shot, the row of dead men exploded into bloody mud. Even the Fire Fighting Rifles in their hands were completely distorted and fell into the bloody mud on the ground.

So tyrannical!