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Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Chris Shelby laughed and said, "Ha ha ha, I was wondering what Roger was doing with so many people — it turns out you all came here to die!"

"You..." Although Roger had brought hundreds of fighters himself, Chris was still so arrogant. It pissed off Roger badly.

"Chris Shelby, don't be arrogant. I brought a caster fighter today, and you're dead today!" Roger gritted his teeth.

"But where is the caster you speak of?" Chris glanced at Tod Milton next to Roger and said disdainfully, "Please don't tell me it's the dwarf next to you.” Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Tod's face changed suddenly, and his murderous aura permeated everywhere.

He was indeed a short man, and he had always been taboo about any comments about his height. When Chris called him midget right in his face, he felt insulted.

"Chris Shelby, you..."

"Dead men will never speak!” Tod said impatiently, when he saw that Roger wanted to chirp.

"You are right!" Roger heard Tod's words and waved, "Take Chris Shelbys life, guys!"

"Take Chris Shelbys life!" After a roar, hundreds of Roger's fighters rushed toward Chris and his men.

Chris didn't say anything but glanced at Tiger.

Tiger waved his hand and said, "Go!" In an instant, thirty shadows flew out.

With a loud bang, thirty royal guards and hundreds of Jefferson fighters engaged.

Chris took out a wine glass, and Tiger respectfully poured him some red wine. He shook the glass gently, and the wine inside was as red as blood. He took a sip, and the taste was very mellow.

He liked to drink when he killed. It boiled the blood all over the body.

Three minutes later, the thirty royal guards retreated with expressionless faces. They did not say anything, as if they were a group of cold killing machines.

Without any surprise, hundreds of Jefferson fighters fell into a pool of blood.

"What the..." Roger was shocked when he saw what had happened.

These fighters fell to the ground were cultivated by the Jefferson family in Pinkerton for many years. Now, their blood stained the earth. For the Jeffersons, it was a terrible loss.

"Chris Shelby!" Roger stared at Chris with red eyes.

Chris shook his head, "Master Roger, the subordinates you brought were not good enough. It only took my men a few minutes to knock them down!"

"You..." Roger was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

He immediately said, to Tod, "Mr. Milton, please avenge my family!"

Tod's face darkened. He didn't take these Jefferson fighters seriously, yet Chris's thirty warriors killed hundreds of his men in three minutes - with such terrifying power.

Tod came out and stared at Chris. "Disciple of Octave, Tod Milton, and you are?"

Chris didn't bother to talk with Tod. What was there to talk about with someone who was about to die anyway?

Chris glanced at Tiger and said, "Take care of him."

Tiger licked his lips, his eyes glowing with blood-lust.

"Yes, Master!" With that, Tiger stepped out.

"Go to hell!"

Without any nonsense, Tiger rushed over and punched it out.

In the face of Chris's ignorance, Tod was mad. As a dignified caster fighter, people treated Tod with respect wherever he went. But Chris didn't even bother to talk with him and looked at him like he was looking at a dead man - it was shameful!

"Since you are courting death, then I will help you with that!"

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