Chapter 90 89. Wisdom and Strength Complement Each Other

Looking for golden roses, the mad dog's steel jaws hugged the coolly dressed young lady.

"How's the check going?"

Although he was having fun, this did not prevent Mad Dog Steeljaw from asking his subordinates, "What about the Albert House, and whose territory is that area?"

"Yes, it's all figured out."

The men lowered their heads. The last guy who had watched Mad Dog Steel Jaws having sexual pleasure during the report had already been sent to be penetrated front and back by those ogres.

Mad Dog Steeljaw likes to listen to reports from his subordinates when he is having sex, but he doesn't like his subordinates to watch him having sex, which is a twisted hobby.

"The Albert House is located on the edge of the civilian area and has almost no revenue. It relies entirely on donations to maintain it. But in the past few days, the Albert House has acquired a lot of things and invited the Justin Gnome Engineering Group to rebuild. After roughly calculating the money required, the original Albert House couldn’t afford the price.”

"The street where Albert's House is located is Gullard's territory. [Shrewd Gullard] used to hang out with Cam, and after Cam died, he came out to be the big brother."

"So, the Albert House's recent behavior has generated sufficient financial income." Mad Dog Steel Jaw's voice was still vague, and at the same time there was a certain urgency, "Find a team of people tomorrow and let them They captured the talkative person from the Albert House and left it to the ogres for a few days to play with."

"The ogre will naturally tell you the formula after playing with it for a few days."

As for asking for the formula and then obediently handing it over to the masked thief, Mad Dog Steeljaw would naturally not have such an idea. Since the other party was willing to pay five thousand gold griffons to buy the formula, it showed that the formula was worth several times more.

Of course, it’s better to keep money for yourself. Wouldn’t it be foolish to give it to others?

Thinking that he could get a lot of money for nothing, Mad Dog Steeljaw felt a rush of heat, which was the feeling of greed.

After the report, the subordinates had already left with good intentions.

Mad Dog Steeljaw walked to the door with two prostitutes in his arms. He put his hand on the door handle and was about to turn the door open, but suddenly retracted his hand.

Because he felt that the experience and feeling of fighting all the way from the bottom of the gang made him aware of the presence of someone behind the door.

A thief or an assassin?

None of these things matter. As the boss of the Brinton neighborhood and nearby areas, Mad Dog Steeljaw's position has often been spied on, and he has encountered many assassinations.

But without exception, these assassins will turn into extremely ugly corpses. And he, the mad dog Steeljaw, is still the uncrowned king of the Brinton neighborhood.

He picked up the sword behind his back and would not leave it at arm's length even if he sat down or went to bed. Ever since Mad Dog Steeljaw's jaw was blown open because he was betrayed, he no longer believed in anything else.

Subordinates, organization, women?

These are of fucking use!

Only with your own strength and the weapons in your hands can you be a good subordinate who will never betray you.

"Hehehe, I don't know who you are, but..."

"Fuck me!"

The heavy sword smashed through and smashed the door together with the person behind the door. The terrifying force left deep cracks on the floor, and strong vibrations could be felt even downstairs.

But there was no trace of any body parts except the fragments of the wooden door, and he struck empty.

"Don't disturb the people at night."

A strange voice sounded from behind, and he turned around to see a clergyman dressed in the Glorious Church standing on his desk.

The table used to demonstrate one's authority was trampled under the feet of others.

"Where the hell is the priest from? Die!"

The heavy sword was swung again. Rather than [cutting], it was better to say [smashing] driven purely by the mass of the heavy sword and the strength of the arm. But under the waving of Mad Dog Steel Jaw's thick and swollen arms attached to the Heart Light Body, even if there is no plan, it has huge destructive power.

Strength X speed has always been the simplest output formula.

"boom!!!"

The table was smashed into wood chips all over the sky, but only the table was hit. Mo Cheng was like a shadow, able to be seen but not touched.

"Quiet, you dog, I'm still trying to figure out what to do with you."

Because of various relationships, Mo Cheng did not intend to reveal that the death of the mad dog Steel Jaw was related to him, so the power, holy light, and even the fire element that might have been noticed could not be used.

In this way, he needs to use some methods that he has never used before.

"Talk!" Being ignored and insulted, how could this not make Mad Dog Steeljaw furious? He wanted to tear the guy in front of him alive into hundreds of pieces, and then chop him into mincemeat.

"ah!"

But the wood chips that exploded just now injured the two prostitutes who were supposed to spend the night with him. Two blood marks were scratched on their arms, and they couldn't help but scream.

However, if he screamed at this time, he would never get the tenderness of the mad dog's steel jaws. It would only make him, who was already furious, think that these two things were looking down on him.

"How dare you two fucking bitches laugh at me!"

He grabbed one with one hand and threw it at Mo Cheng, using the human body as a weapon to block Mo Cheng's escape route, and then slashed down with swords in both hands, intending to cut Mo Cheng in two.

"Hahahaha, there are two lost lambs here, priest. Can you save them?"

Although the mad dog Steeljaw was furious, he did not lose his most basic reason. The reputation of the priest of the Church of Glory was obvious to all, and he was betting that the priest in front of him would not give up on innocent people.

"So what if I save? So what if I don't save?"

I don't know if the route was blocked or if he really wanted to save people, Mo Cheng did not dodge at all as the mad dog Steel Jaw thought, and fell into his trap just as the mad dog imagined.

"Then you deserve to die!"

The two prostitutes who were thrown over twisted their bodies in mid-air and tightly entangled Mo Cheng's thighs. At the same time, they pulled out daggers from nowhere and inserted them directly into their waist and kidneys.

From the beginning, these two were loyal men of Mad Dog Steeljaw, and the acting just now was just to allow these two people to get close to Mo Cheng.

At this time, Mad Dog Steel Jaw's heavy sword slashed down with fierce wind pressure. This blow not only cut Mo Cheng in half, but also directly penetrated the entire floor of the third floor.

but……

"Well, now that I've thought about it, I'll give you this way to die."

As the words fell, Mo Cheng, whose thigh was clamped, disappeared again, and then he appeared behind Mad Dog Steel Jaw holding a dagger.

"Although it has a heart-light body, it is just a display of brute force."

"Without change, without the impetus of theory and wisdom, what's the difference between you and shit in my eyes?"

"Ding!"

The sound of the dagger hitting the floor was accompanied by the sound of Mad Dog Steeljaw, the two prostitutes, and their weapons suddenly being divided into dozens of pieces. If someone weighed the pieces, they would find that Each piece is different in size, but the weight is absolutely the same.