The Most Lord

"Since Master Ellen wants to make a fool of himself, I can't blame it!"

Mars said, striding forward, and walked across from Alan.

Allen waved his hand and said to Galen and the others behind him: "Go back and I will play with Master Mars."

Hearing this, Galen and others looked back at Mars with a smile while retreating.

This fool is simply seeking his own way! Nowadays, how many of the younger generation of the royal capital are opponents of Lord Lord?

"Master Galen, is Master Ellen all right?"

The only one who didn't have confidence in Alan was Violly. She had heard her husband say before that Master Ellen's strength was the lowest among the young masters of the royal family.

"Don't worry," Galen laughed, "This guy is not the opponent of Lord Lord."

"Yes, Uncle Alan will definitely defeat him!"

Little Jim, who was in Lacus's arms, said.

Uncle Allen helped him to teach the bad guys, and now little Jim trusts Allen very much.

In the middle of the casino, Mars smiled grimly, squeezed his fist, and walked towards Allen.

"Master Ellen, it's too late to regret. As long as you are willing to lose money and apologize, you don't have to make a fool of yourself in front of so many people."

Allen smiled softly, stretched out his right hand and picked a finger at Mars, imitating Galen's usual tone and said: "Let the horse come here."

"Huh, I don't know how to praise!"

Mars snorted, took a step forward, and punched Allen.

With this punch, Mars didn't spare any effort and made up his mind to make Allen hurt.

Allen stretched out his right hand, turned his palm into claws, and grabbed Mars's fist.

"Arrogant!"

Mars yelled and punched Allen in the palm of his hand.

When Mars wanted to come, his punch hit Allen's palm, and he could definitely knock Allen's wrist off with one punch.

A low-level warrior who actually received my full-strength punch with the palm of his hand was simply overwhelming!

"Snapped!"

With a muffled sound, Mars hit Alan's palm with a punch, but his fist was firmly held by Alan's five fingers, unable to move any more.

Mars was startled and tried to withdraw his fist, but he didn't move.

"How is it possible!" Mars exclaimed.

Allen smiled softly: "Master Mars, do you have this strength?"

As he said, Allen slammed his five fingers.

"what!"

Mars only felt that his fist was being squeezed by a huge amount of force, and a heartache came, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

At the same time, Mars felt desperate. What kind of third-level fighter is the Alan Senlan in front of him?

He believed that it was a seventh-level fighter!

Mars couldn't help cursing the friend of the Senlan family in his heart. This is called trash? Then are we not as good as waste!

"Master Mars seems to have said that I should lie down and go out. In that case, Master Mars will let the guards carry it out today."

Alan clenched Mars' right fist firmly, and flicked his right hand lightly, with two crisp sounds, Mars's right arm joint had been shaken and dislocated.

Afterwards, Alan kicked Mars heavily in the abdomen, and Mars crouched on the ground, crying in pain.

"Master!"

Seeing Alan's attack so ruthlessly, several guards including Richard rushed out immediately, trying to save Mars.

Galen took two steps forward, drew out the giant sword, and swept the horizontal sword.

"Go away!"

With a sword, Galen forced back all the guards who rushed up, his brows glared.

"Those who step forward, die!"

Riven walked forward with the broken sword, standing side by side with Galen, coldly scanning the guards that Mars had brought.

"Leave them alone, save the young master first! If you let that person continue to fight, the young master will be beaten to death!"

"At that time, we will not be able to escape the punishment of the family!"

A guard shouted and rushed towards Galen and Riven. This guard was a personal guard who followed Mars in place of Richard, an eighth-level fighter.

"court death!"

Riven yelled, raised the sword to greet him, and cut it down with a sword.

Riven’s battles are like dancing, which is pleasing to the eye.

But the murderous opportunity hidden in this pleasing move can only be felt by her opponents, such as the eighth-level fighters who are fighting Riven.

As a ninth-level hero, Riven should not be too simple to deal with an ordinary eighth-level fighter.

Riven didn't even use his skills. With a simple three or four swords, he smashed the weapons of the eighth-level fighters and slashed at the eighth-level fighters with one sword.

The blood suddenly appeared, this eighth-level fighter was actually beheaded by Riven on the spot.

Seeing Riven really carried the sword to kill, the guards brought by Mars were silent, and no one dared to step forward.

Suddenly, there was only the scream of Mars being beaten up by Alan in the casino.

Allen played until he was relieved, then stopped. At this time, Mars, just as Allen said, could only be carried out by the guards.

"Take him away."

Allen said to the guards that Mars had brought.

Several guards hurried forward, lifted Mars, and walked outside.

They want to take Mars back for treatment!

Richard and the four stewards of the Glory Casino mingled among the guards. They wanted to leave together, but were stopped by Allen again.

"I said, all the people in Glory Casino must give up their grievances before they can leave, including the five of you."

"Master Ellen, you let me go, how about letting me go!"

Richard prayed that he had worked so hard for decades to become a ninth-level fighter, and now let him become an ordinary person with his own vindictive spirit, how willing he is!

However, no matter how he prayed, Allen still looked indifferent and did not relent in the slightest.

It was what happened to Villie, which made him so angry! He didn't want to let go of all those involved in this matter!

In the end, Richard and the other four stewards could only give up their grudges and left the casino sadly.

"Okay, now it's the turn of these four guys."

Allen said.

"Master Ellen, don't kill us, don't kill us!"

The four scumbags hurriedly knelt down in front of Alan, knocking their heads, begging.

"I think, when the four of you assaulted Violet, she also begged you to let her go, right?"

Allen said, walking to the four of them and knocking them off their hands and feet.

The four fell to the ground and could no longer move.

"Villie, am I helping you, or are you doing it yourself?"

Allen asked.

Wei Erli gritted her teeth: "I'm going to kill these four beasts by myself!"

Allen nodded, drew the scimitar from his waist, and handed it to Violet.

"Lax, Sona, you two take little Jim out first." Allen said.

This kind of **** scene is really not suitable for little Jim to see.

"I don't want to go out, I want to see my mother kill these four big bad guys with my own eyes!"

Little Jim, who was held in Luxe's ​​arms, shouted, his innocent face was full of hatred.

Allen pondered for a moment: "Well, I respect your choice, little Jim."

Violly took the scimitar and walked to a guard who had insulted her, shaking her knife at the guard who fell to the ground and couldn't move.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

In the horrified eyes of the guard, Villey slashed.