Locke's expression on his face was very calm, and there was no fluctuation of thinking. The rough facial contour highlighted the unique hardness of men, and the soft high-density combat suit was tightly on the surface of the skin, highlighting the solid muscles with explosive power. His eyes looked straight ahead, and only when the focus of his pupils coincided with Lin Xiang's figure, a strange color that was difficult for others to detect quickly flashed through.

The man standing side by side on the right was an extremely burly giant man with an extremely burly figure. His size was more than two meters, about five or six centimeters taller than Rock. His messy brown hair was bent and drooped along the edge of the side skull to his ears. On the forehead, there were a few strands of hair hanging scattered, and his dark blue eyes slowly turned behind him, looking at Lin Xiang on the throne coldly with unconcealed sarcasm and arrogance.

"On behalf of the supreme Black Prison Emperor, I ask you to put down your weapons immediately and give up the city of San Loca. I have the highest decision-making power granted by the emperor, and you must within twenty-four hours..."

"etc"

Lin Xiang broke the other party's deafening sound without hesitation, and said lightly in a mechanically cold tone: "What's your name?"

The brown-haired giant man didn't want to pay attention to the questioning at all. He spread his right leg apart, and glanced at Lin Xiang with a more comfortable attitude, and sneered: "I am Malefu, the commander of the 8th Legion of the Northern Black Prison Empire. I order you, you must..."

"What else do you want besides giving up San Loca City?"

Lin Xiang obviously didn't want the other party to finish his words. He interrupted Malefo's statement again, and at the same time pulled out a white silk squid from his top pocket, casually wiping his fingers carefully, yet gracefully, as if it was an extremely precious work of art.

disdain.

arrogant.

ridicule.

In just a few minutes, Malefoal had clearly felt the toughest counterattack of the young lord against him. He seemed to have no idea what fear was. He only used a few mean and cold words to reveal all his emotions on his face.

Malefu was not angry. A hideous smile slowly appeared on his face full of flesh.

The scent of creatures told himself that the guy who sat high on the throne with a majesty that cannot be violated is just an ordinary person without supernatural powers.

In other words, it's a complete waste.

This is not the first time Malefoy has encountered this situation.

The Black Prison Empire occupies a vast territory, and all cities listed on millions of square kilometers of land are all derived from bloodthirsty wars. Malefu once saw the head of the family who was bigger and more proud than Lin Xiang. They claimed to be nobles and obeyed ridiculous ancient etiquette. When there was no substantial collision between the two sides, those who liked to raise their value with perfume and various precious jewelry had never looked at themselves with an eye. To change this situation, it was actually very simple to fight a battle, kill thousands of people, make them bleed, make them fear, and make them panic in trembling and despair all day long... At that time, they would naturally understand that in this chaotic world, only a large enough fist is a symbol of speech and identity.

Malefort was not angry.

Roaring at ignorant and arrogant is a very, very unnecessarily stupid expression.

He twisted his chin, moved the stiff muscles on his face, smiled and said, "Since you have taken over Ferdinand in full, all the conditions promised by the Alaysandro family must be completed by you. As an autonomous region in the north of the empire, 50,000 tons of shelled rice or finely ground flour must be paid every year, 2,000 tons of adult double cows or wildebeests, and 8,000 tons of marinated meat in various categories. In addition, 640,000 yuan of hard currency issued by the Skeleton Knights or the Red Republican Army, as well as two-thirds of the total coal and ore output in the month. Considering that the Alaysandro family no longer exists, the number of the last material can be counted by our dispatched personnel before making a decision. I have no interest in who will rule this place, but you must meet all the requirements just made, otherwise... hehehehehehehe you should understand what I mean."

Lin Xiang did not directly interrupt the other party like the previous two times, and the final conclusion, Malefu did not say enough that there was no need to continue wasting his lips and tongue.

"Black Prison Empire..."

Looking at Malefu with a grim smile thoughtfully, Lin Xiang carefully folded the silk hand and slowly put it in his pocket. He held the side of the throne with his left hand, supported his slightly tilted body, and released a sharp gaze like a falcon in his eyes.

After being silent for nearly three minutes, Lin Xiang raised his right hand, raised his bent index finger, faced Malefu, hooked in his direction, and said, "I'm sorry, you are standing too far. Can you get closer? Some specific questions need to be discussed."

Malefo was a little surprised. He frowned, and an impatient expression appeared on his face.

If it were normal times, he would not have taken action personally and made cumbersome and complicated requests to the other party.

Although there is not much material production around San Loca City, it is an important stronghold connecting the Black Prison Empire and the north. He knew that Ferdinand was fighting another far-off northern force, but he did not expect that the Arresandro family armed forces, which were all strong enough to compete with their eighth legions, would collapse in less than a week. Especially the spies reported that this northern army that had just occupied San Loca had reached the level of supernatural power equivalent to the eighth level evolution. At present, the number of mutant troops stationed in the city is about 500. But no one knows how many powerful armed forces there are in this mysterious northern territory?

Malefoy must pay attention to it.

As he stepped into the corridor, his heart was indeed full of uneasiness and instinctive awe of unknown forces.

However, the moment he stood in the Jinxing Hall, Malefu had completely left the evaluation of the military strength of both sides behind, and even developed a strong sense of contempt and arrogance.

Ordinary people are not qualified to lead mutants, whether they are nobles or family patriarchs, they do not have the ability to mutate and will always be just a scum that is waiting to die.

It is actually normal to have this idea. If the Black Prison Emperor did not have extremely powerful abilities, he would not bow his head to him at all and would be willing to work hard for him.

Thinking of this, Malefoy's eyes immediately became gloomy. He walked a few steps forward, stood more than two meters away from the throne, spread his legs, and looked down from a high place to coldly and indifferently at the waste lord who was more beautiful than a woman.

He didn't think there was any danger in this trip.

This unknown northern army has a strong anti-infiltration ability. San Loca City has been fully controlled, and all the food and water for residents to maintain their daily lives rely on rations. Due to the sudden appearance of the Eighth Legion of the Black Prison Empire in the south, the scope of the city's alert and daily patrol has been expanded to the radius of the area to visually detect the enemy. According to Wang Biao's order, the subsequent supplementary personnel of the "Extreme Warriors" Legion are arriving continuously and their overall control ability has also been increased. In order to prevent the leakage of relevant information, the residents of San Loca City have moved to the city that has been pacified in the north in batches on a scale of thousands. If there are any stubborn protesters who disobey the arrangement or refuse to leave, they will be killed on the spot.

Of course, it was impossible for Malefoy to know these situations.

Perhaps because of his terrible experience of being arrested by the Luton family and being almost thrown into a dungeon for feeding dogs as human feed, Gliffiz's understanding of the word "safety" is obviously much deeper than anyone else.

The fat man with a glossy face now seems to be the top leader in Longteng's intelligence and business. With his extremely keen sense of smell and the huge underground relationship network established before, Glifiz has trained nearly 20,000 spies who have used various professions and identities as cover in the past two years. In addition to external infiltration and control of residents in the territory, Glifiz also showed extraordinary talent. With the coordination and cooperation of management committees at all levels, a large number of high-level citizens who have received military training began to enter those newly occupied cities. Due to their own interests, they can play the role of maintaining alert, public order, and coordination among the people. Regular combat troops and huge military machines have also been able to draw strength to fight against foreign enemies with full strength.

Malefoy has not received any news from the spy lurking in San Loca for four consecutive days. He did not think there was anything wrong with this. Although the Black Prison Empire was powerful, it was not as wealthy as being able to equip every spy with a remote communication system. Most of the armed forces, including the Eighth Legion, still use ancient primitive manual methods to convey information. Of course, this is not efficient, and there is no better way to replace it.

There are about five hundred evolutionists, a commander with the strength of a seven-star parasite, and a pink-faced boy who is so beautiful that he doesn't look like a man at all, sissy and cream-type.

Malefoy is not a arrogant idiot who is arrogant. But he only believes in strength, muscles, and fists as big as a skin hammer.

For Lin Xiang, he only had no naked contempt.

Looking at the Black Prison Commander standing in front of him with a gloomy sneer, Lin Xiang slowly raised his left hand, pointed to the ground paved with expensive marble at the foot of the throne, and said calmly: "Kneel down."

Malefoy's eyes twitched.

Lin Xiang's voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into his ears, causing the eardrum to shock, conducting it into the brain, becoming information that can distinguish the actual meaning.

He lowered his head and looked at Lin Xiang's clear black eyes, Malefu felt as if he was standing by the bottomless cold pond, as if he could lose his balance at any time and plunged into the water, suffocated, and drowned alive...

"You are the most arrogant idiot I've ever seen."

Taking a deep breath, Malefu shook his head and said in a voice that even he felt incredible: "How dare you ask me to kneel down...Who do you think you are? The supreme Black Prison Emperor?"

"Kneel down"

Lin Xiang's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and his left hand, which had stretched out, had no intention of retracting it. He still pointed to the fixed ground, his tone was plain, but he had an irresistible strong momentum and majesty that the person in charge of a high position: "You must pay the price for your arrogant behavior. Kneel down, and for the last chance I will order you to kneel down."

The hall immediately fell into death silence, which lasted for several seconds that were almost mad.

Malefoy was still standing there, his tight muscles, and there was no sign of wanting to bend.

The muscles on his face were trembling, not because of fear or awe, but because of anger... they were contemptuous by cold eyes, looked down upon by others, scolded and scolded suddenly aroused from the depths of his heart, and then instantly spread to every corner of his body, with an uncontrollable flame of fierce anger.

"You don't seem to have figured out the situation yet. The empire is south of San Loca. As the commander of the legion stationed on the border, the great emperor gave me the power to execute me directly without reporting."

With his left leg taking half a step forward, Malefu raised his right hand, stretched his five fingers, and pulled the muscles back with his strong and powerful ligaments, tightening them into a huge fist that was convex and hard, squeezing out a crisp joint and ramming. His left hand half held his right wrist at the same time, and turned back and forth in the half-sent tiger's mouth, rubbing it, and the cruelty before bloodthirsty appeared on his extremely fierce face.

"You dare to order me to kneel down...I will let you understand that while speaking, you must first consider whether you have the strength. Arrogance does not apply to everyone, especially you..."

Just as he was about to say what was not finished, Malefu suddenly stopped. He saw a powerful m500 pistol appearing in Lin Xiang's hand like a ghost, with an amazingly sized black muzzle, aiming straight at him.

Malefu felt all the hairs on his back stand up. He stared at the gun in his hand in a daze, feeling his heart stop beating completely at this moment. He didn't see Lin Xiang's movements clearly, but only remembered that the right hand, which was aimed at the ground, should have stayed more than half a meter away from his body. Retracted, pulled the gun, lifted it flat... It was done in one go, without any pause, and he was strong and the superb vision of the seven-star parasite, and the only information that could capture and feedback back to the brain was to come out of the muzzle, and a terrible flame that burst out.

The whole process lasted for about less than a second, but it was enough for Malefort to understand one thing that he could see clearly the bullets flying out of the muzzle, but he could not see any movement of the young man leaning against the bronze throne.

what does that mean?

Is this... possible?

The distance was too close. Suddenly, Malefort was not prepared at all. The visual clip was transmitted back to the brain to produce a thinking effect, and then the nerves pulled the muscles, ligaments, and bones to react, which also took time.

The only thing he could feel was that the swinging bullet roared and teared the skin and muscles, drilled into the joint between the leg bones and the tibia, exploded inside the soft body tissue, released, and the sharp part at the front squeezed into flat metal. The powerful kinetic energy completely shattered the entire knee, causing the complete calves to fall off and fall, and the whole body lost balance, pounced on the cold ground, screaming and howling...

"Since you are unwilling to obey orders, you can only take compulsory measures to keep you at my feet forever."

Lin Xiang sat on the throne with a calm expression, watching Malefu hugging the remaining half of his left leg, rolling desperately on the ground, screaming with all his strength.

"You...Dare you dare to fight against the Empire? I...I, I want to kill you"

The muscles on Malefu's body squirmed in horror, and under the tight combat suit, the drums raised semicircular masses, showing the powerful power of the parasite. He looked pale and stared at Lin Xiang, almost squeezing out of his teeth one by one.

"The Seven-Star Parasite is indeed powerful. However, a disabled person, no matter how big his fist is, it is useless."

Lin Xiang laughed viciously and raised his gun to aim again: "By the way, I will tell you something that kneeling on one knee is not solemn enough, and I can't feel enough respect. If you want to survive, kneel down with both legs."

As he said that, he pulled the plate machine again, and the bullet wrapped around the steel ball accurately hit Malefu's remaining left leg. The dense lead sand covered the knee joint like a swell of earth, breaking the entire leg from the middle, spinning and throwing it out, splashing a thick, sticky and disgusting fishy color on the surrounding floor.

"Locke, save me...If you don't kill him, kill this dirty and despicable northern bastard first."

Malefoy's screams had obviously lost their original sound. The high-pitched shouting made the vocal cords shaking, making a hoarseness similar to the short strings of a violin. His hair was messy, and he supported the ground with both hands, leaned forward, and tried his best not to let the wounds of his broken legs come into contact with the ground. Despite this, dark red slurry flowed from the sections of the wounds covered with rotten flesh and bones and large iron sand. On the smooth marble floor, he slowly laid into a layer of immersion that continuously expanded the area.

Locke's lips opened slightly, as if he was completely shocked by the scene that had just happened in front of him. He hesitated for a few seconds, took his right foot hesitantly, stood there for two seconds with an uncertain expression on his face before continuing to take the second step forward.

He walked to the dying side of the mortal Malefoe and stopped.

"Don't worry about me, kill him...kill that damn little bastard first"

Malefoy's eyes were red, and he raised his right hand with difficulty, pointing to the bronze throne directly in front of him.
Chapter completed!