Chapter 62

The soldiers charged the Golden Anchor club.

They rushed past Claude. After three or two efforts, the old ship plate gate of the Golden Anchor Club fell off the door frame, and a loud bang hit the ground heavily.

Then, there was the sound of tables and chairs falling down in the building, and the sound of all kinds of China and glass breaking. There were waiters and maidens' exclamations, followed by the rough roar and abuse of soldiers who rushed into the building.

Old man Claude ran back to the club in a rage. He yelled, making everyone shut up and let everyone cooperate with the soldiers.

Joe looked back, bent down, put his knife on Sinbad's neck and grinned: "how can I feel about this situation, this scene? We're old friends, real old friends. I've fought with you for more than a hundred times with gorkin

"How tragic is it? Gorkin's arm and leg were broken by you, and so did I. Of course, you will lose more! In my memory, that's it! Your losses are even greater! "

"We have a blood feud. There is no doubt that we have a feud."

"So I can understand that you can work out innumerable intrigues on me for revenge."

"Even when gorkin's last letter came back, I thought that I might one day, just like you, be broken and lying on a remote beach, unable to make a sound at all!"

"We are all men. Man, if you can't beat him, you have to admit defeat, sincerely admit defeat! Losing money, or something else, to give up a big piece of interest, which is very routine

"But you want to murder my dear mother!"

Joe's eyes twinkled with crimson light, and Sinbad really saw the ominous light in Joe's eyes.

"I have no choice."

"I love my mother, Leah! 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. So you must die

"You, and all your family Including all the dogs and men in the wells family If I don't kill you, you'll hurt my family What else can I do? "

"I have no choice!"

The old silver handled sword in Joe's hand gently crossed Sinbad's face and cut a bone deep wound in his face.

Blood flowed all over his face and Sinbad's body writhed violently.

Old man Claude yelled at the club and ran out again.

As he ran out, the knife just crossed Sinbad's face.

Seeing all this, he raised his cane, hissed, and threatened to pounce on Joe standing in the saltfish cart.

The two soldiers stood in front of Claude, their bayoneted flint rifles crossed each other, and the cold shining bayonet almost reached Claude's chest.

In the port of Tulun, respected, powerful, rich, powerful, and so on, Claude's body became stiff and stopped.

In his mind, Joe was nothing.

Joe's father, Hessen, is nothing.

What are the witus? It's just a family of foreigners.

But the iron gray uniform These soldiers in iron gray uniforms!

Claude resisted the impulse to make a move.

The soldiers of the Empire represent the will of the Empire.

Unless the haydons wanted to revolt, Claude could never attack the two soldiers who, in his opinion, were extremely weak.

Forty years ago, a million troops of the German Empire marched southward, destroying more than 100000 militia in TURUN port in just two days. That war has left a deep impression on the invincibility of the Empire in the hearts of old people like Claude.

The two soldiers, with a straight face, gently pushed their rifles forward.

Claude raised his hands and stepped back two paces, expressionless.

The soldiers behind Joe were tall, about four inches higher than the local aborigines in port Tulun. They are young, courageous, energetic and full of fighting spirit. They are the descendants of the Imperial Army that conquered port Tulun and Garcia. Their grandfather and father came from the north of the Empire.

In Garcia, in port Tulun, these imperial soldiers formed their own factions.

They are incompatible with the local people. They have a deep blood feud with the local people. They have an absolute psychological advantage over the short local people.

The two little soldiers, when they looked at old man Claude, looked down upon them from a commanding position - but they were just a poor old Aboriginal man!

That's all.

A second lieutenant officer with several soldiers went up. The second lieutenant grabbed Claude's cane and twisted his hands behind him. A soldier with a special, increased weight of fine steel handcuffs, heavily buckled on Claude's wrist.Claude pursed his mouth and looked deep at Joe.

Joe put his foot on Sinbad's chest, and the blood on the old sword in his hand was red, and the blood kept sliding down the edge of the knife, dropping on Sinbad's face and chest.

This sword is very strange.

It cut into Sinbad's face, a strange force remained on the wound, the blood continued to flow out, without the appearance of coagulation hemostasis.

Blood flowed down Sinbad's neck to the plate of the salted fish cart. Then it dripped on the street from the gap between the boards, and soon became a small beach on the street.

Claude looked down and looked at the blood dripping from the salted fish truck. Finally, he said coldly, "Joe, cruel little fellow, how much do you want Sinbad to die of blood loss?"

"Why not?" Joe looked at Claude with a smile. His words suddenly changed his face.

"He was involved in the assassination of my mother, Leah, so he's going to die, right?" Joe laughed with great joy: "in my father Hesse's words, you can choose to fight, but how we end and when we end, we has the final say."

Claude's old face twitched violently. He raised his head and looked at Joe's bright smile. His face became very gloomy.

Sinbad was involved in the assassination of Leah?

Claude cursed angrily in his heart, these stupid kids, no doubt they broke the bottom line.

It's not that you can't assassinate the wits. The natives of Garcia can assassinate two successive Dukes of Garcia, not to mention the members of the witua family?

But this kind of stabbing behavior that breaks through the bottom line must be allowed by their elders, the old people who control real power. All things in the port of Tulun and the whole island of Garcia should be allowed to happen.

Sinbad's unauthorized actions will bring trouble to everyone.

Trouble can be eliminated, and Claude firmly believes that no trouble can be solved.

Even the horrors of the assassination of the wittu's mother can be easily solved within the seven member committee.

However, Sinbad's behavior of bypassing their elders, bypassing these old people with power, and acting without authorization There must be severe punishment.

Claude's eyes grew more and more gloomy. He looked at the pool of blood on the ground.

Well, let Sinbad, a little fool who disobeys his elders, die here. Maybe his death can be a chip?

Claude looked up at Joe and grinned. "It's great that Mrs. Leia is safe."

Joe ignored Claude.

These old guys, one by one, are cunning and ruthless. Joe has heard of Claude's many great achievements since he was a child, including that he personally sank one of his son-in-law for a small share in the Golden Anchor club!

This kind of old guy, don't talk to him, find a chance to directly do him, this is the safest and safest way.

The sound of disordered feet came.

A group of soldiers came out of the Golden Anchor club, and then they quickly lined up on both sides of the club's gate.

The neck is covered with fine steel shackles, which are strung together in a row with fine steel chains. A group of men and women with gorgeous clothes and extraordinary appearance come out with red faces.

The shackles around the neck, and the chains that held them together, were the standard way of transporting slaves.

At dusk, it was the time for the gentry and ladies of the upper class in port Tulun to have meals and socialize. The soldiers tortured them together like slaves and drove them out rudely. They were all well-dressed, all Jeweled and well maintained. Every hair and beard was carefully treated.

The older of them can be nearly seventy.

The younger of them, probably in their teens.

All of them are leading figures among the Aboriginal people in port Tulun. Among them, a small half of them are close to 100 men and women. They are members of the six big families besides the witus family in the port of Tulun seven member committee.

Besides them, the remaining two or three hundred men and women are also core members of other big families in port Tulun.

There are a lot of people here that Joe knows, and they've dealt with them with fists and sticks. Among their elders, there are senior officials of the port Tulun tax bureau, the head of the Education Bureau of port Tulun, the director of the poverty relief house of port Tulun, the member of the public security committee of port Tulun, and the chairman of the sailor union of port Tulun

The family strength behind these people covers all aspects of port Tulun.

I'm not at all polite to say that a very understatement of their drinking in the Golden Anchor club may determine the livelihood of thousands, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people in port Tulun in the next month or even the second half of the year.

Joe was very happy. He slapped his left palm with the face of his sword and made a crisp sound.

"Quack quack, don't jump, ooh, let's have some good news!""After the accusation of your excellency Sinbad, you are connected with a bad treason."

"In other words, in terms of the jargon that we've been familiar with since we were young, you dogs are dead today!"

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