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Chapter eight hundred and eighty third the power of power(2/2)

The young dancer covered her mouth with her right hand and looked at Downton in shock. She never imagined that the person who saved her would be such a big shot.

"Cut out the tongues of these guys, put a sign on their body that says 'I should not insult the people of Frankfurt', and hang them in the square until they die. I want all foreigners to know

, if you insult Frankfurt, you must wash it away with blood!"

Downton turned around and walked outside the tavern. He had no interest in staying any longer.

"As you command!"

Several security guards took the order and pounced on the mercenaries.

"No, you can't do that, we are mercenaries of the Steinway family!"

The mercenaries were frightened and looked at Mohawk, while the mercenary leader who had been arrogant just now was like a stray dog, begging Downton for forgiveness.

Fight? Don't be kidding, that's a scepter level, you can crush him to death with one hand.

"No!"

Mohawk didn't want to die, so he jumped up and wanted to escape, but the fury of the lonely mountain swept across and directly impacted his soul, causing him to faint and fall to the ground like a dead fish.

Downton wiped the blood on his hands with a silk scarf, walked to the door, stopped again, turned back, and scanned the whole place.

"Honestly, I am very disappointed with everything today, not only because Frankfurt was insulted, but also because you were insulted in the face of your compatriots, but still remained indifferent, so as punishment, all the locals in the pub today have to do

Three months of free social work!”

Until Downton left, no one dared to say a word. They all knelt on the ground and watched as the security guards cut out the mercenaries' tongues and dragged them out of the tavern.

"You yourself look down on yourselves, and you want others to look down on you?"

The barbarian captain showed his middle finger and left with a look of disdain. If the barbarians were bullied, even if they didn't know them, they would go up and help.

The locals were so ashamed that they no longer wanted to enjoy the singing and dancing, so they all left with their heads down. (To be continued...)
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