They all call me Great Master-Chapter 907 - 904: Throwing Dirty Water II

Pistri's hand sank, holding the head of his own brother.

And with it came a sinking feeling in his heart.

He looked at his brother who died with his eyes wide open, disbelief reflected in his pale golden eyes, as if seeing his own death.

That sense of unease made the Young Lion swallow hard.

But it did not make him feel comfortable.

On the contrary, his dry throat made the Young Lion increasingly uncomfortable.

Subconsciously, the Young Lion glanced at Acker.

Then—

No one.

Except for the headless corpse on the ground and ten human skins, it was just him.

Not a single living person.

Ooh!

The warm breeze of dawn blew in, yet it made the Young Lion shiver.

Fear could no longer be contained.

It began to truly permeate.

The moment he remembered the middle-aged man who seemed like a laborer, some thoughts that should not have existed vanished completely.

Pistri did not want to die.

Especially not in such an unclear manner.

He had his own dreams.

He definitely couldn't just die like this.

Pistri carefully avoided the headless corpse of his brother and then avoided those ten human skins—which could have been destroyed, but the assassin left them.

Pistri knew there was definitely something fishy about this.

His partner surely had other motives.

But...

This has nothing to do with him.

He just needed to follow the established plan.

Thinking of this, the Young Lion's steps grew more determined.

The next moment, he charged out holding his brother's head.

...

Baro Hamlet got up early.

Today there was a good show to watch.

The people from St. Joan of Arc Girls' College were actually going to march.

When he heard this news, Baro almost laughed out loud.

Fools, stupid, these words were bestowed upon these students and their parents by Lord Baro—not only because this gave him a better excuse to reap their riches, but also because those monitoring the situation were students and parents from St. Joan of Arc Girls' College.

"Interesting!

Very interesting!

Do they think that by tipping me off, I will let them go?"

Baro looked at Durt the spy by his side.

As one of Baro's capable spies, Durt was invited to have breakfast with Baro.

But if possible, Durt would rather not have such an opportunity.

He found after the 'coup'—please excuse his shameless choice of the word 'coup', because he really didn't know how to describe the situation before him.

Before the 'coup' happened, the Baro he served was a person extremely adept at disguising himself.

But after the 'coup' happened?

Baro not only became arrogant but also capricious.

You could say, completely like two different people.

'Is it because of too long repression and sudden relaxation that caused his personality to change?'

More than once, Durt thought like this.

But, last night, after Lord Baro tortured and killed the mistress shared by him and Gleisa, Durt did not think so anymore.

That spy mistress died too tragically, and too worthlessly.

Clearly providing much valuable information to Baro, but was skinned and then thrown into the oil pot.

In just a moment, it became a small puddle of flesh amid the foul stench.

Even now, the screams of the mistress spy echoed in Durt's ears.

Those screams constantly reminded him not to defy Baro.

Thus, even though he knew the informants should be rewarded, Durt very definitely nodded and said—

"My lord, you are right."

"Hahaha!

Indeed, I am wise and brave!

The lions of the Lion Palace are well-fed, this time let those informant students and parents feel kinship in the race—lock them up with those lions.

Of course, whoever can first kill their daughter or parents can be exempted from this competition."

Baro laughed loudly.

Durt was further convinced of Baro's abnormality.

But the more Baro acted abnormally, the more Durt behaved normally.

However, some news Durt chose to ignore.

For example, Hayes.

Because Jimte and Kalal made quite an uproar.

The other party was also being monitored by Baro.

At this moment, the other party was at Baro's residence, and came with enough chips—but Durt could see, this guy definitely had ulterior motives.

However, this time Durt definitely wouldn't inform Baro now.

Durt felt he needed to save himself.

He did not want to die with a madman.

Durt had a new idea.

But, other spies were beyond Durt's monitoring protection—

"What?

The parade dispersed the blockade?"

Baro repeated the scout's words in disbelief.

He then flew into a rage.

"Trash! Trash!

What are these police, guards, and secret agents doing?

They can't even stop a group of students!

Where are my advisors?

What are they doing?"

After a series of curses, Baro immediately pursued the inquiry.

"They were also dispersed by two unknown individuals.

My lord, it's not everyone's fault, it's just those individuals are too strong.

They..."

Bam!

Before the spy could finish speaking, Baro interrupted with a raise of his hand.

The chicken claw-like hand slapped the spy's head directly.

With a muffled sound.

Most of the spy's body turned into a blood mist.

The two legs fell to the ground, but soon became mush—as an enraged Baro stomped repeatedly, turning the legs into mush.

"Trash! Trash!"

Baro's curses did not cease.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Durt's new idea was even firmer.

"Durt!"

Baro shouted.

"Yes, my lord."

Durt respectfully saluted.

"Prepare the horses for me, have all the guards join me—I want to crush those daring to rebel against me into mush!"

Baro roared.

"Yes, my lord."

Durt continued saluting, meticulously carrying out Baro's orders.

Just five minutes later, two hundred cavalry escorted Baro heading for St. Joan of Arc Girls' College.

Rampaging all the way.

Anyone blocking the path was knocked away by Baro, then trampled by the cavalry.

This Lord Baro clearly meant what he said.

Upon seeing the parade in front of St. Joan of Arc Girls' College, Lord Baro's eyes glowed blood red—

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Baro roared.

The cavalry beside him knocked on their shields, ready to launch the next bloodthirsty charge.

Da-da-da!

The rhythmic knocks caused the parade to halt.

All the students, student parents were frightened.

While Arthur's Death Warriors tightly gripped their weapons, expressionless.

But at this moment, a loud voice came.

It was Pistri.

It was the Young Lion.

He shouted loudly—

"Uncle Baro, why did you kill your brother?!"

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