Gritizer Jackrell glanced at the corpses on the ground, and was obviously stunned. Obviously, he didn't know that these people were dead.
Gritizer Jacksall carefully observed the change in his younger brother's expression, his face was a bit cold.
"Brother, have the identities of these people been found out? Who is so bold and dare to do something to Stacy?"
Gritizer Jackrell asked, pretending to be angry.
"These people have their identities erased, and I can't find them out, but no matter who is behind the scenes, I will definitely find them out."
Gritizer Jacksall said in a cold voice.
That Gritizer Wen'an dodged his eyes, and nodded quickly: "Yes, we must find out, since Stacy is fine, then I can rest assured that I won't disturb my brother…" son left.
As soon as he walked out of Gritizer Jacksall's house, Gritizer Fumian shouted at his son Gritizer Juso: "What the hell did you do, and who are you looking for? It's just a bunch of trash." Juso was scolded, and he could only lower his head. He couldn't understand why he sent so many people, but in the end he couldn't catch Stacy, but was killed instead.
Stacy's strength, he is still very clear, can't do this.
"Dad, maybe Stacy's side is protected by a master, otherwise it won't be like this."
Gritizer Juso explained.
"What do you mean, that Gritizer Jacksall has become wary and sent a master to Stacy?"
Gritizer Jackrell narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Yes, I must have noticed, so we have to speed up the pace…"
Gritizer Juso nodded.
Gritizer Jackrell pondered for a moment, and then said: "Go and find Mevilon, I want to discuss this with him."
Gritizer Juso then left to invite Mevilon, and Jackrellg Gritizer turned to look at Jacksall Gritizer's villa, his eyes sharp: "Wait, I will live here sooner or later…"
……
Demadarn , a slightly outdated tavern.
Abel sat at a table with Oldrim, and in front of them sat an old man who looked drunk, holding a jug in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth constantly.
Abel looked at the old man and said helplessly: "Master Umia, this is your old friend?"
Oldrim nodded: "Yes, it is him!"
"Just like him, he is as drunk as mud and drunk as his life. You told me that he is very strong, even more powerful than you?"
"You 2, 1 lustful and the other greedy, are really good friends!"
Abel said with a wry smile.
Oldrim also had an embarrassed look on his face. He stepped forward and snatched the old man's jug and said, "Mr. Fushim, you have been in the island country for so many years, have you been drinking like this all the time?"
Mr. Fushim raised his eyelids and smiled slightly: " Life is too short, why not drink and have fun?"
After that, Mr. Fushim took a sip, and the wine in Oldrim's hand was sucked directly into Mr. Fushim's jug. in the mouth.
Seeing this scene, Abel realized that Oldrim did not lie, this old fan is very strong.
Because in that scene just now, Abel didn't feel the slightest aura fluctuations on Mr. Fushim's body, not the slightest breath.
But the wine in the jug can run out by itself and be sucked into the mouth of Mr. Fushim.
After drinking a pot of wine, Mr. Fushim wiped his mouth with satisfaction and said to Oldrim: "Old Umia, forget the price of the wine…" When Umia
Oldrim heard this, he blew his beard and stared at him angrily, "I'm a big boy. Traveling all the way to the island country to find you, it's fine if you don't entertain me, and you even asked me to give you the drink money…"
"I'll come…" Abel got up, ready to go to the checkout.
When Mr. Fushim saw it, he immediately smiled: "Thank you very much. Since you are here, I will bring an extra pot of wine…"
To be continued....
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