What's more, the existence of the Chinese martial arts world now has indeed threatened his position in the European martial arts world. If it is not suppressed as soon as possible, it may have a great impact on them in the future.

After pondering for a moment, Lambert nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I'll take action."

Seeing Lambert agreeing, Amos smiled slightly and said, "Since that's the case, I'll thank you."

"You are polite, Lord Holy, it is my honor to be able to fight alongside you."

Lambert waved his hand and was able to stand in the same camp as Holy Court. For him, it was indeed equivalent to finding a backer.

"However, Lord Saint... I have never been very anxious between the European martial arts and the Chinese martial arts circles. Even if I want to attack the God of Death, I probably need to find a suitable reason."

Lambert looked embarrassed. If he took action against Chen Bufan rashly, he would probably cause criticism from others, which would have had an extremely bad impact on his reputation.

As the president of the European Martial Arts Association, Lambert naturally attaches great importance to his face.

Amos seemed to have expected this, and had already thought of a countermeasure in his heart, and immediately said: "It's not difficult. You can invite the god of death to Italy in the name of the president of the European Martial Arts Association, just say that there is something important to discuss."

"After he comes, he can be said to be catching a turtle in a jar. By then, the god of death will have no way to escape."

“Good idea.”

Lambert's eyes lit up and he nodded. This was indeed a good idea.

Amos smiled slightly and said, "Then, let me ask President Lambert for solving the problem of death. Don't worry, I will have a great reward after the matter is completed."

"Thank you, Lord Holy Lord, I will do my best."

Lambert nodded.

"Okay, then I'll say goodbye first."

Amos nodded, said no more, and turned around and left.

"Send me respectfully to the Holy Lord."

Lambert watched Amos walk away, and then a cold look flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and greeted a servant, and ordered: "Send someone to contact the god of death immediately and invite him to the European Martial Arts Association in my name."

"Yes, President."

The servant nodded and turned away.

Lambert picked up the coffee, took a sip, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, slowly opening his mouth.

"God of Death, although I have no grudges and grudges with you, I have no choice but to blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't have to mess with, so I have to take action myself."
Chapter completed!