Albertine suddenly felt very uneasy.
He couldn’t help but glance out the car window.
The direction he looked in was naturally where the seaside castle was located.
He always felt that sothing unpredictable might happen there today.
And just at that mont, he saw the crown-shaped fireworks dissipating in the sky.
"Alright, stop looking, focus on what’s ahead."
Marvin naturally noticed Albertine’s gaze.
But their mission today was elsewhere; today their task was to cooperate with the Kingdom Defense Bureau in launching... a surprise attack on Chief Judge Ned!
However, they were not the main assault force; they were responsible for coordinating and taking down Ned’s followers.
For example, right now, they were monitoring Ned’s deputy, Deputy Chief Judge Jed.
This was a comprehensive assault on Ned. If it truly went through, the whole of Wenster would undergo a transformation.
And, the Kingdom Defense Bureau never misses.
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The doors of the banquet hall had sohow been fully opened already.
Ethan, holding two Wenster typewriters, stepped slowly into this coronation ground.
Today, he wasn’t dressed in any flamboyant apparel, just in the most inconspicuous Mafia underling attire.
But even such a costu could not conceal even a bit of his deanor; just standing at the door, he could make people overlook everyone present, leaving only him and Sandro on the high throne.
Today, it was destined that only they would be the protagonists.
"Long ti no see, Sandro."
"Long ti no see, Ethan."
Sandro casually placed the wine glass on the armrest of the chair beside him, just looking at Ethan as if not at all affected by what was in the wine.
"Should I applaud you? I should, right? After all, you played such a beautiful ga? Actually, I am quite curious about how you managed to kill Casar. It was almost like magic, no, divine art."
"Magnificent, right? Unfortunately, it’s a secret; secrets can only be taken to the grave, so when you die, I will tell you at your grave."
Ethan casually threw the two Wenster typewriters on the ground and then lit a cigarette for himself.
At that mont, there should have been so music playing in the hall, like "To the Storm" or "The Kingdom March."
However, the gunfire resounding all over the castle was the best symphony at this ti.
No one would enter this banquet hall again.
Because the Bolita Clan had already invaded here.
The ones on the ships were the main attackers, while Virel and Anya were the absolute vanguard of this army.
At this ti, people outside the castle also noticed the abnormality, especially the ones gathered on the coast.
They heard the gunfire and also saw that the castle’s drawbridge at the long corridor’s end was already drawn up.
Now, the entire castle had fully beco an isolated island.
And the last defender of this island, Emilio, was also stopped outside the banquet hall.
Virel and Anya attacked him from both sides.
This guy who had always looked down on Ethan did not even have the right to see Ethan one last ti.
This was destined to be a king-to-king mont.
Even Eugene, who seed to have orchestrated everything previously, stepped aside.
After all, he was rely acting on orders; otherwise, how could he so quickly consolidate the entire family’s power?
"Co on, Sandro, let see the strength you have wielded dominantly for so many years!"
After finishing a cigarette, Ethan finally drew his ebony, directly firing a shot at Sandro.
This shot was fast and accurate, aid straight at Sandro’s forehead.
However, Sandro did not even dodge; he smiled as he stared at the bullet.
The bullet astonishingly stopped before reaching his face, and then he reached out and caught it.
"A sun bullet, nicely prepared, but unfortunately..."
He casually tossed the bullet aside and then slowly stretched his body.
"It’s been so many years, haven’t properly moved this body, it’s almost rusted."
As he spoke, he abruptly pulled out a blue-glowing scimitar from the air, the shape of a pirate sword commonly used in naval battles.
He swiftly transford into a blur, directly flying towards Ethan.
Ethan wanted to fire again but realized the gun had misfired.
And Sandro’s sword reached him.
"Don’t be stunned, if you die in one slash, how boring would this showdown be!"
Ethan reacted quickly, yet still had his arm torn open by the slash, blood already flowing, and he lashed out a backhand punch, only for Sandro to easily evade.
At this ti, Sandro’s movents were incomparably agile, as though his limp leg didn’t exist.
Three swift consecutive slashes, Ethan only evaded two but got hit by one.
However, he finally landed a punch on Sandro’s shoulder.
This punch was brutal enough, with undeniably potent damage since Ethan had a silver knuckleduster on his hand.
That was... Klei’s weapon!
Apparently, Sandro was also dazzled by the silver light, or perhaps reminded of the deceased, he actually paused, getting hit by Ethan three more punches.
Among these, two punches landed on his face.
A normal person hit by these two punches would probably have had their nasal bone shattered, blood all over the face.
However, Sandro seed unfazed, the face showing rely slight abrasions.
He still smiled and said, "Alright, Klei, this is what I owe him, co, hit a few more punches, I’ll consider it paid back."
Ethan, of course, didn’t hold back, delivering another five fierce punches.
Sandro was rely beaten to slightly retreat, with only faint bruises on his face.
"Surprised?"
Sandro was still smiling.
"You cannot defeat , Ethan, because my strength far exceeds your imagination."
In the next mont, many people in the banquet hall started screaming miserably.
Their faces showed varying degrees of damage.
The most severe ones had blood streaming down their faces, with shattered teeth.
Originally, it wasn’t that Sandro wasn’t injured, but rather, his injuries were transferred onto others.
This ability...
"Actually, you should have guessed, my strength is not rely the third Destruction God, the Mafia Saint is the third true na, just a facade I want you to believe..."
Sandro re-lifted the scimitar.
"My true strength is the Destruction God... the fifth!"
Charging once more, this ti, Sandro carried such montum that directly took Ethan all the way to the door of the banquet hall, and even beyond.
They directly smashed through the door, charging outside.
And Sandro’s sword had already embedded into Ethan’s left shoulder blade, the depth of penetration almost wanting to cleave half of his body off.
Blood flowed recklessly.
"Ethan, go to Hell and reunite with Klei!"
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