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"Kill them of course."

Wendell turned his head and said, 'Are there any other options? ’ Such an expression.

"I don't object to how you play with them, but it's not good if you don't make a big noise in my city and cause people to panic. Do you understand?"

Lott walked slowly with his hands behind his back. He was not afraid that the old guy would do anything outrageous. After all, there were all 5th-level knights and warlocks around him to help suppress it. Only the 4th-level werewolves and vixens could not do anything. storm.

The number of these monsters is only a few hundred or even thousands, which is not enough compared to the hundreds of thousands of level 5 law enforcement troops.

The state violence apparatus in the underground city is now becoming more sophisticated.

"It's just killing people. Nothing will go wrong. Don't worry." Wendell patted Lott's shoulder gently and said with a smile.

The kid in front of him is still the ruler here, so Wendell has to take care of his face.

Lott blocked his claws, nodded and said:

"That's fine, but the target is just these vixens. Don't touch other races. Don't touch those bird people. Do you understand?"

Now Birdman is Lot's most powerful ally. Almost any decision issued by one side will be the first to be responded to by the other side at the international conference, including sanctioning a certain country or the underground city planning to send troops to conquer the army that lacks order. They will all contribute money and efforts. Go over and help.

This saved Lott a lot of unnecessary trouble.

In addition, the current economy is almost integrated with the other party, so no mistakes can be made politically.

Wendell looked at him and thought for a moment, then asked: "What if Birdman is the mastermind behind something?"

"To tell you the truth, I have a record of every bird in the city, including their eating, drinking, and drinking, and I'm always monitoring them. I haven't found a single case of sneaking around - their literacy is better than anyone else's. High." Lott said looking at Wendell.

He's taller than you and I don't know where he is.

This is the difference between the true elite and the nouveau riche.

Although the body bones of the bird people are fragile, and some are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, they are the race that implements the spirit of chivalry most thoroughly.

Therefore, he is very disgusted with the Rolf family who have no chivalry.

In comparison, the fox monsters are much worse.

They are equivalent to the nouveau riche who made their fortune by relying on hugely profitable industries. They do not have a long history of aristocratic qualities. Although they are rich, their quality is much lower. They often rely on their own deceit and deception to be complacent - these are the people that the knights beat up the most. , it’s useless even if their diplomats shout at the top of their lungs, there will be no room for negotiation when it’s time to kill or beat.

Strict law can create order, and violence is the only language that gangsters understand.

But even so, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the fox monsters to move to the underground city collectively.

After all, any living thing is driven by the instinctive will to long for a better life.

Wendell was a little surprised when he heard that Lot was actually monitoring the birdmen in the city at all times, and then asked tentatively: "You are not monitoring me, are you?"

The first-generation lord did not tell anyone about the surveillance function of the domain hall, including Wendell, who was his friend at the time.

"No, how could it be, haha." Lott replied with a smile.

Lott accidentally saw Wendell's updates several times, either at the Nvpiao Nvchang or on the way to the Nvpiao Nvchang, and then he didn't bother to look at it anymore.

"That's good." The Wolf King nodded with satisfaction.

Lott smiled and asked: "So back to the old question, what are you going to do about those vixens?"

"How to do it? Of course, send someone to catch these ugly things around, remove an arm and mail it to the person in charge."

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Where did this guy learn such a bloody gangster style?

Or is he himself an evil force with a long history?

Lott found that he seemed to have underestimated the old guy in front of him.

When he turned his head and looked around again, the fox monsters that were staring at him had disappeared.

Are they gone?

"One escaped, don't worry, my men will take care of it." Wendell comforted Lott by patting him on the shoulder with a kind look.

Unknowingly, the old guy had ordered his elite werewolves to directly cover the mouths of the fox monsters in the crowd, stun them and then drag them away quickly.

In fact, the Wolf Gang formed by Wendell is the largest local evil force.

However, because he took Lott's feelings into consideration, he did not take action against ordinary people, and he never made himself public. Therefore, very few people knew about it, and it was only spread among other more powerful gangs.

There are dark forces stationed in every region of the world, which cannot be eradicated just like the bacteria and viruses carried in the human body.

As a leader, there are only two choices, either to increase efforts to eradicate them or to recruit them.

The former is useless and will affect innocent people. More importantly, if one group is eradicated, a new group will emerge. Therefore, the best way is to control the largest forces and let them control and restrain other gangs.

As an old friend of the first generation, Wendell has been blaming himself for betraying him. For Lott, he just wants to make up for it, so he has been helping Lott to secretly control several large gangs in this place.

And this, Lott only learned about this later during in-depth investigation.

"Need help?" Lott asked, looking around.

He was worried that the one who escaped would expose the matter. After all, these fox monsters were new to the dark forces. They were very wild and there was no guarantee of what they could do.

"No, it's been solved." Wendell pretended calmly, "My men are all the best among the best. It was just an accident."

"Haha, really." Lott smiled and asked casually, "In other words, I just found an adulterer who abetted your daughter. Is it necessary to drive him out and kill him?"

"Isn't this enough? Those newcomers must be beaten to let them know who has the final say here!" The arrogance of the Wolf King seemed quite arrogant.

But after hearing this, Lott couldn't help but turn his head and look at him: Am I not the one who has the final say here?

"What?" Wendell asked strangely.

"It's nothing." Lott shook his head, looked at the girls in front of him who were joking, and suddenly felt in his heart: It's better not to let them know about those dark things.

Just as several people were discussing where to go next, Fiona suddenly stopped.

Wendell next to him also looked ahead with wide eyes.

It was a temporary open-air stage, very small, and its purpose was to allow some new singers to showcase themselves and promote themselves.

At this time, there was a woman holding a microphone standing above, discussing something with the prop master next to her.

"What's wrong?" Lott found the father and daughter standing there, feeling a little strange.

"Mom." Fiona whispered softly.