"It's okay, if you're afraid, stand over." Chen Senran waved his hand generously, and leaned against the lounge chair with a wine glass. "I think with Lord Planck's generosity, I will never mind. Right, my dear captain?"

As soon as Chen Senran said this, the whole scene became even more obscure.

This is simply pushing one's own people to the opposite side.

Is it a provocation method?

Or maybe it's just a test?

After all, both sides have not used up their trump cards, so it is still unknown who will win.

You should know that Planck turned the tables in the Jedi back then, and Chen Senran was the right team, which led to his status today.

Then this time...

"Of course, we are just disagreeing with politics. Now Blue Flame Island is the time to use people. As long as I come here, I, Planck, will ignore the past." Of course, Planck would not miss such an opportunity.

After all, being an opponent with Chen Senran should be the most difficult thing he has encountered in so many years. Chen Senran is so terrible that he has to be careful and be careful again.

He also had to make use of everything he could use, even if he could only increase his chances of winning.

But with Chen Senran's words in front of them, among those people, whether they were determined to talk to Chen Senran or were already moved, they didn't dare to move for a while.

"Okay, it's your turn." Planck didn't care when he saw those people still, and said in a sure win tone, "Play the card."

"Well..." Chen Senran nodded, rubbing the wine glass as if he was a little distressed.

"Didn't you have a card?"

"It seems to be..."

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Woody Salvin has been developing for many years.

Since that blood washing night three years ago, he has successfully taken the first seat of a businessman, although it is not as glorious as Ferguson.

But at least, he successfully completed the transformation from a profiteer from a mud-legged businessman to a big businessman.

He thought he could be developed for many years, because at least in recent years, Planck would never find a businessman who was even more cowardly and greedy and had a close position to replace him.

He could still continue to be in a state of joy, and have been drunk and dreaming for many years.

But tonight...

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

So much so that during the day of a carnival across the island such as Planck's wedding, he did not go to find a few top girls to drink well, but instead hid in his study after using the meal early.

Looking outside through the fully magical glass window, Houdy always felt that something was about to happen.

He is actually not a person with sensitive intuition, but once he has intuition, it will definitely be very effective.

It's like the last time.

That night, he also had this intuition.

He hid in the study.

So, it was exchanged for a huge wealth.

Now, tonight...

Woody began to pace as he pondered.

His study room is no longer what it was like back then. After all, he has been the leader of a businessman for so many years.

No matter how bad his taste is, he will no longer think that the gold-inlaid hollowed-out border is a popular aristocratic style from Demacia.

His desk is made of top-notch black rock wood, made by Demacia's best craftsmen, and is in the style of Demacia's west coast.

Simple and elegant.

The books on the bookshelf are no longer all the same as before. He also really buried his head and read for several years.

If you pick out a book at will, it will be a classic that has been circulated for a long time.

He slowly walked to his desk, hovered in the direction of his left hand and pulled out a book "General History of Valoran" in black leather.

This is his favorite book he reads on weekdays, and he has read it dozens of times.

He was extremely obsessed with the stories of those stories that he endured for decades and finally ascended to the throne in one fell swoop.

Those heroes who were tolerant and their tenacity made him deeply fascinated.

As a person who gets up from the bottom, no matter how weak he is, he has the ambition to swallow the sea!!!

But tonight, he was a little unintentional to read the book, which had been worn out by him.

He sat on the chair with the book and hit the title page of the book with some restlessness.

Just when he was irritated and wanted to call his housekeeper outside to take a look.

He heard footsteps.

Very light, yet extremely clear sound of footsteps.

"Pata--"

"Pata--"

"Pata--"

It was like hitting Woody's heart.

As the footsteps got closer, Woody's joints became colder inch by inch.

There were a total of 120 experts outside, all of which were masters from all over the world whom he had collected from the market in recent years.

He equipped them with the best swords and armor, and provided them with the best practice environment.

Such a 100-man team is enough to match a regular army of thousands of people.

He was also frightened by Chen Senran's actions that led two people into the house alone.

He believed that such a configuration was enough to block the situation back then.

He also swore that he would never let someone block the study like a dead dog again.

But now...

"Pata--"

The footsteps are still approaching.

And, no one stopped him.

That is to say, those one hundred and twenty people.

It should be. There is no one left.

Woody tried hard to stabilize his breath, but the hand holding the book kept trembling and colliding with the table completely exposed his inner fear.

"Ho--" knocking on the door.

Very polite knocking on the door.

The other party did not kill directly.

Perhaps, there is still hope?

Thinking of this, Houdy became extremely angry.

Yes, it's the case again!!!

His anger and fear were mixed with it, which made him shake for a moment.

"Please...please come in." Woody swallowed, forcibly suppressing his trembling hands and his entire body.

"Cruff--" The door was opened.

The first thing that caught Woody's eyes was a sword.

A sword hidden in the scabbard, hidden well.

But it was such a sword that made Houdy's breathing almost stop.

Because, he could actually feel the murderous intent and the smell of blood on the sword that could not even be blocked by the sword sheath.

"Hello...hello." Then he saw the master of the sword.

A man who covered his face with a hat.

A swordsman with a steady walk and a very demeanor.

The swordsman closed the door and sat in front of him.

Stand up your chest and straighten your back.

The arrogant one is like the fierce sword in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to kill you." This is the first sentence the swordsman said. (To be continued...)

ps: The second update.
Chapter completed!