They all call me Great Master-Chapter 904 - 902: Parade VIII

The arrow, it's a crossbow arrow.

Shot out from a crossbow.

The arrow soared swiftly and loudly through the air, hitting the target accurately.

Thud!

Miss Dingle of the St. Joan of Arc Girls' College fell to the ground.

"Dean Dingle!"

Anna gasped, holding Miss Dingle.

Miss Dingle raised her hand to grip Anna's arm tightly, as if questioning Anna, wasn't it agreed that she wouldn't be the scapegoat?

Why was she the first to be killed?

Anna's eyes remained calm, but her mouth kept shouting urgently.

"Dean, hold on.

The doctor is coming soon.

Doctor! Doctor!"

The loud cries reached everyone.

Everyone also saw the arrow piercing through Miss Dingle's chest.

The crimson stirred everyone deeply.

Feeling her body grow cold, Miss Dingle realized her fate. She stared at Anna, lips slightly parted, unable to speak, but Anna understood the lip movement, asking about her son and grandson—a person who forced others to their death. At the end of life, such concern was naturally undeserving.

Yet, she was willing to give the other a final bit of pity.

Without a trace of emotion, Anna nodded slightly.

Seeing Anna's expression, Miss Dingle breathed a slight relief.

Then, she lost all breath.

"You murderers!

You killed the dean!"

After laying Miss Dingle flat on the ground, Anna stood up and shouted angrily.

Then, pulling out a longsword, she charged at the surrounding police, guards, and secret police.

The police, guards, and secret police exchanged glances.

They were trying to confirm who shot the arrow.

But this confirmation was futile.

Because they came from completely different factions—

The shield-wielding police were the basic law enforcement of the Inner Bay.

While the guards came from the remaining Seven Major Families, excluding the Golden Lion Family.

As for the secret police?

They were directly under Gleisa's responsibility.

But with Gleisa's death, these secret police were quickly taken over by Baro Hamlet with the permission of the Golden Lion Family.

The guards from the Seven Major Families were in a similar situation.

Under Baro Hamlet's orders, they were deployed.

However, the three sides hadn't truly coordinated.

Instead, they fought independently.

But none of this mattered anymore.

As Anna charged forward, the shield-wielding police subconsciously retreated, but the noble guards, proud and arrogant, took action directly.

Bang bang bang!

A dozen firearms began firing.

Smoke wafted upward.

In the midst, Anna had already vanished.

Individuals cloaked in white appeared behind the shooters, their short blades slicing through their throats.

Then, throwing axes were hurled at the highest-ranking beside them.

Thud thud thud!

The blades cutting through flesh.

The parade plunged into blood and chaos right from the start.

Slap slap slap!

Sitting in a second-floor house, Dieudonne Hamlet watched Anna's charge, and the sudden appearance of those dozens.

He couldn't help but applaud as the Old Lion's second son.

He had to applaud.

Otherwise, he would be letting down these death warriors of his younger brother.

Exactly!

Death warriors!

Even with hoods concealing them, the unique aura of death warriors was too familiar to this Young Lion—he had witnessed such transformation more than once.

But unfortunately, the success rate was extremely low.

Each time, only a few survived.

Even after years of accumulation, it was only about ten.

These individuals served as guards for him.

He was like this, and he believed his brother was no exception.

Clearly, his brother had put everything on the line.

Of course, this Young Lion still had his doubts.

'Only these death warriors?'

Dieudonne pondered.

Beside him, Pistri smiled and said,

"I hope our uncle can handle this!"

Just as those words fell, another dozen cloaked death warriors charged into the fray, unleashing a killing spree on the police, guards, and secret police—The overwhelming difference in Physique, coupled with the surprise attack, instantly threw Baro Hamlet's side into a disadvantage.

'There're even more!

More than I imagined!

Just how much did that guy hide?'

Dieudonne frowned in secret, but said aloud,

"Since our uncle dared such actions, he surely is fully prepared—Look there, those people are our uncle's true reliance."

The Old Lion's second son looked towards Baro Hamlet's rear.

A deliberately dressed group appeared there.

Not many, about ten, but they were all Mystic Side persons.

However, before these Mystic Side persons could truly display their strength, they were completely wiped out by the long-prepared Sean and Bonte—

As Acid Liquid flared with its unique glow, Sean's claw blade swept forth.

Before the chill of Frost arose, Sean's figure had already appeared behind his foes.

As the binding Defense Field was gathering, Sean's throwing knives had already been launched.

Crushing!

Complete and utter crushing!

The young Sean showcased the unique combat skills of the Cat Faction here.

The appearing Bonte remained on alert.

A squad of Baro's Mystic Side persons was wiped out.

But more Mystic Side persons appeared nearby.

They stared fiercely at Sean, Glyphic Language uttering incessantly, hand gestures following one after another.

But, with Bonte present.

All these attacks were blocked, leaving Sean unscathed.

Unlike Sean's quick claw blade.

Bonte's longsword was one of steadiness.

It skillfully 'deflected' the Flame Arrows, Frost Arrows, and Acid Liquid just right.

"Is this the reliance?

Absolutely feeble.

Brother, shouldn't your people act as well?"

Pistri's words carried inquiry and a hint of probing.

Dieudonne knew clearly; his brother wanted to gauge his strength.

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Equivalent strength makes for cooperation.

If not matched, it leads to dominance.

However, this Old Lion's second son wished for neither.

With a smile that made the Inner Bay maidens scream, this Old Lion's second son took out a communication crystal and ordered his men to act—those hidden in the houses and alleys began their move.

The ten death warriors moved together as well.

Only, these ten death warriors didn't rush into the battlefield.

Instead, they firmly surrounded the small building.

Their task was to…

Prevent Pistri from escaping.

As for Pistri himself?

Dieudonne looked at his brother, observed his brother's pride, and further saw his brother's disdain. He couldn't help but chuckle softly and said—

"Pistri, you remain as naive as ever."

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