When the patriarch of the aristocratic family heard this, his face sank: "Abel, I can't kill you by myself, but we have dozens of aristocratic families here. If we want to join forces to kill you, wouldn't it be easy…"
The patriarch of this noble family dared to speak to Abel like this because he had Crupta as his backer and many members of the Martial Arts Alliance.
"Hmph, a bunch of rabble, if I kill you, who dares to stop me…"
Abel snorted coldly, suddenly stretched out his hand and patted it out.
Abel's palm was very sudden, and no 1 expected that if Abel dared to act on such an occasion, everyone else was just playing tricks.
If you want to do it, you have to do it after you go out. If you dare to do it at the venue, isn't that courting death?
But Abel just did it, slapped the head of the famous patriarch with a palm, and slapped his head directly, blood splashed, and the bloody aura instantly filled the entire hall.
This time, the entire hall fell into dead silence.
Everyone looked at Abel in shock, even Parkerqun was no exception.
"Who else dares to beep? My fist doesn't recognize people…"
Abel looked at everyone coldly and said.
This time, everyone closed their mouths, and no 1 wanted to provoke the evil star Abel.
And Crupta's old face was flushed with anger, and the murderous aura on his body instantly permeated, and the members of the Martial Arts Alliance also showed murderous aura.
Abel was under the murderous aura of these people, his face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he did not have the slightest fear.
Abel's eyes fell on Muban. From the beginning to the end, Muban did not show any murderous intent, but just watched Abel with the corner of his eye.
As for Abel's uncle, his eyes were full of hatred. He wished he would rush up now, kill Muban and rescue his mother.
Muban felt the chill on Abel's body, and turned his head slowly, looking directly at Abel without any expression on his face.
Abel put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and brought his entire face close to Muban.
"Patriarch Luther, I hope you can take good care of your health. I will visit your Luther family sooner or later…"
Abel's eyes were slightly condensed, obsidian-like eyes, exuding a cold and fierce light, giving people an infinite sense of oppression.
Muban smiled slightly: "Then I'm very welcome, maybe someone in our Luther family wants to see you!"
After Abel heard this, his face became even more gloomy: "You wait, I will definitely do it!"
Everyone didn't understand what Abel and Muban were talking about, but when Abel just shot to kill, the Martial Arts Alliance would definitely not let it go.
"Abel, you dare to kill people directly in such a venue. Do you feel that Mr. Darion is backing you, so you can do whatever you want?"
The murderous aura of Crupta rose up, clenched his teeth tightly, and clenched his fists with both hands, wishing he could immediately attack Abel.
"If you're not convinced, you can make a gesture with me. What's the difference between killing someone at the venue and killing someone out of here?"
"Didn't you also set up a net outside, waiting for me to get in?"
Abel looked at Crupta coldly and said arrogantly.
Crupta was instantly speechless when asked by Abel, he did set up a net outside, waiting to kill Abel, but how would Abel know?
"Okay, since you said that, then I will wait for Mr. Darion to come and give justice to the Martial Arts Alliance…"
After Crupta finished speaking, he did not speak, but waited for Mr. Darion to arrive.
"Mr. Chitel, you murdered at the venue, I'm afraid Mr. Darion is here, you can't explain it…"
Parkerqun was on Abel and whispered to Abel.
"Don't worry, how do you know that this is not what Mr. Darion wants me to kill?"
The corner of Abel's mouth slightly raised.
To be continued....
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