Chapter 182 Overturning the Table

"Take it easy, Mr. Gillan."

Viscount Robben saw Gillan stunned and thought he was frightened by this scene, so he lowered his voice and explained:

"The symbols on this table have mysterious power that allow us mortals to connect with gods. You only need to lie on it, under the gaze of Father God, and add scars to your body, so that you can please Him and come into contact with the mystery. .”

"Trust me, Gillan."

The Viscount's tone was sincere and very convincing.

"Everyone of us here has experienced such a ceremony. It is because of this that we have been blessed. If you don't believe it, look..."

Wow!

One by one, the surrounding guests, regardless of gender, all took off their clothes and stripped them naked!

Revealing the conspicuous and hideous scars on their bodies!

These scars are more or less on the chest, abdomen, under the ribs, on the back, or even on the private parts.

The Viscount himself also took off his upper body suit vest, revealing a distinctive, grey-black flame-shaped scar from his left shoulder to his right waist.

"You can do it yourself, or you can assign anyone here to do it for you... As long as you can endure this short-term pain, you can step into the mysterious door and have an extraordinary future."

Viscount Robben smiled.

Gillan looked around.

The door of the villa had been closed at some point, and a group of male maids and maids, led by the middle-aged steward, stood in a row in front of the door with their hands behind their backs and expressionless faces.

The Viscount neither urged nor threatened, he just looked at him quietly with a smile.

It was as if he was convinced and not afraid of his rejection at all.

Gillan knew that even if he disagreed, the other party would definitely take coercive measures. There is no reason for a cooked duck to fly away.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

The scene fell into dead silence.

But soon, he raised his head and scanned the crowd again.

"Actually, I'm a prohibition agent."

"Um?"

Viscount Luoben was stunned.

He expected the young man to accept or reject the answer, but he didn't expect it to be such an incomprehensible statement.

The guests present were also stunned.

Gillan slowly took out the brown card book from his pocket, spread it out, and held it high.

"Imperial Senior Prohibition Agent, Gilan Iros."

He showed the carbon and said calmly.

"Everyone present is suspected of drinking high-alcohol red wine, violating the Empire's 'Prohibition on Alcoholic Drinks.' The organizer of the dinner, Mr. Loben Fasol, you are suspected of hiding a large amount of red wine and gathering people to drink. You are the culprit."

"According to the imperial decree, each of you will be sentenced to more than twenty years in prison. As for Mr. Loben himself, he should be sentenced to death."

Gilan's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in a quiet environment.

Everyone present looked weird and looked at each other.

"Hahaha……"

Suddenly, a naked young man burst out laughing, his lower body covered with scars shaking wildly.

"Mr. Gillan, I didn't expect you to be so good at joking!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

All the guests couldn't help being amused and burst into laughter.

Even Viscount Robben couldn't help but smile.

He shook his head and admonished:

"Mr. Gillan, now is not a good time to joke. We should take the ceremony seriously."

"Who the hell is kidding you!"

Ji Lan's face darkened.

With a swish, he took out a shiny short-barreled revolver from his waist and pointed it straight at Viscount Robben's head.

"?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The smiles on everyone's faces froze and then gradually disappeared.

Viscount Luoben's face also darkened.

He squinted at the muzzle of the gun, without any fear, but said calmly:

"Mr. Gillan, originally I wanted to be polite to you."

"Oh?" Gillan grinned. "Then look at how rude you are to me!"

boom! !

There was a gunshot.

Viscount Robben tilted his head expressionlessly, and the bullet missed the side of his cheek.

Gillan missed a shot and didn't care.

With a cold face, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the edge of the table beside him, and flipped it upward!

Bang! !

The solid wooden table, which required seven or eight male waiters to move together, was overturned by him with one hand and flew into the air.

The wooden table weighing nearly a thousand pounds rotated, and with a loud bang, three middle-aged heraldry-level fighters who were about to rush over were knocked away.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden table knocked the three people to the ground again, causing them to vomit blood on the spot.

Ji Lan didn't even look at it, and suddenly swung his right arm.

The next second, the metal butt of the revolver hit the face of a man who was trying to sneak attack, shattering his nose and skull on the spot.

Behind the scenes, four previous youth cane-skilling champions rushed forward with grim faces, each holding a cane.

Ji Lan was as indifferent as usual, without looking back, and swept back with a high whip kick, flattening one person's head like a ball. The man was struck by a terrible force, his whole body tumbling and flying for more than ten meters, before he slipped and fell to the ground.

Even the red carpet on the ground was rolled up into a ball.

call!

He took a step forward, bent down, and easily dodged the combined attacks of the three people's canes.

He holstered his gun, picked up the steel core cane on the ground, and waved it casually.

call out! !

A scalp-numbing scream sounded.

The expressions of the three young men changed, and they looked horrified, even frightened.

Is this a stick technique? !

Stop fucking kidding me!

Snapped! !

With one stroke of the stick, a young man's head was blown open!

As the blood splashed everywhere, Jilan launched two more sticks.

The cane passed through seven afterimages, only to hear a dense crackle and explosion. The limbs of the remaining two young men were broken almost at the same time, and they fell to the ground with a howl.

The cane in Gillan's hand was also bent out of shape, so he threw it away.

Clang.

The scene became a little quieter.

This dazzling encounter actually lasted less than ten seconds.

Eight people were already lying on the ground.

All the guests present were shocked.

Although this young man has the strength of a master-level staff master, but...

The current performance is far more than that!

Viscount Luoben looked ugly, knowing that he still underestimated this kid.

He said coldly:

"Ryan, Piotr."

As soon as he finished speaking, among the guests, a middle-aged and an old man took action at the same time.

The two of them crossed over to Ji Lan in just one step, extremely fast!

Their faces were expressionless, one pumped his fist, the other pushed his palm, and their muscles trembled, containing power that ordinary people could not imagine. They were clearly performing some kind of secret skill!

These are two true fighting masters!

At the same time, Viscount Robben also attacked from behind Gillan.

The five fingers of his right hand were spread out and the little finger was bent up, which seemed to be some kind of secret technique of unarmed grappling. Loben Fasol himself is also a fighting master!

The three masters, two in front and one in back, came under siege.

Ji Lan glanced back and forth, then suddenly spread her arms.

Snapped! !

His two palms accurately grasped the punches and palms of the two masters, forcing them to use their secret skills. However, his arms remained motionless, like solid poured steel.

The middle-aged and old man's expressions changed.

"You don't even have the strength to hit anyone, but you still deserve to be called a master?"

Jilan smiled fiercely.

He pulled out his hand forcefully, grabbed the two of them and pulled them into his arms.

At the same time, without looking back, he struck a "Bone Crushing" blow behind him.

Bang! !

Gillan kicked Viscount Luoben's hand and forearm off on the spot!

Thump thump thump!

The latter took several steps back and hit the wall with a bang. His severed arm stood upright at 90 degrees like mud, and his expression was twisted in pain.

Ji Lan loosened his hands, raised them, and clasped them.

Snapped!

He was like an adult bullying a child, grabbing a master's head with one hand.

Gu! !

The muscles in both arms suddenly bulged.

Jilan secretly performed "Skull Fusion", which caused the power of his arms and five fingers to surge, and then exploded——

Cack!

One middle-aged man and one old man looked horrified.

They actually heard the sound of their skulls breaking!

Due to being squeezed by the huge force, the two people were in indescribable fear, their eyes bulged and oozing blood, and they lost vision, and everything they could see was pitch black.

Immediately, Jilan smiled ferociously.

The five fingers were like steel drills, grabbing their heads like bowling balls, and they suddenly closed and collided!

Bang! !

The heads of the two masters were smashed together like two boulders.

Skulls exploded, plasma splattered.

Ji Lan threw away the two limp and twitching corpses like trash.

thump!

Everyone present screamed, and the ladies were even more frightened and backed away.

"this……"

Viscount Luoben endured the pain of breaking his arm, and his pupils shrank sharply when he saw the scene in front of him.

His heart sank.

The strength of this blond young man has far exceeded expectations!