The burly, dark-haired man took a big bite of a pear, wiped his mouth, and said, "Were you trying to say, 'Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you'? Too bad for this situation, this kind of scene. Saying that to an elderly man is just ridiculous."
"You pig!" the white-haired burly man roared, "His Majesty already said that the term 'pitiful father' isn't used like this!"
The burly, black-haired man didn't take it seriously and retorted with a grin, "His Majesty said that we should apply what we learn in a flexible way. I think this is a good approach. Anyway, these Anzhi idiots wouldn't understand anyway."
The white-haired, burly man said, "Hmm, you seem to have used the word 'idiot' correctly."
Anzhi paused, sensing the mockery in the other's tone, and immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "You two lowly Zenit dogs, you've got some nerve! You're about to die and you still don't realize it. Since you've run into us, you'll die with the old man. By tomorrow morning, your corpses will be rat droppings in the gutter! Go! Kill these two troublesome fellows first..."
The figures flickered rapidly.
The samurai who had come with the Knights of Anzhi charged forward with sinister smiles.
They were all elite Dou Qi artists of the Anzhi Empire, and killing one or two ordinary people was like using a divine weapon to kill chickens.
but--
Even magical artifacts sometimes fail.
Snap snap snap snap!!!!!
A series of loud slaps rang out.
The grinning warriors screamed as they were sent flying backward, their faces swollen with red finger marks like overripe peaches, their teeth flying to the ground, blood trickling from their lips, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if their own fathers had died.
Anzhi Anzhi's face looked as if he had eaten a dead rat.
Only then did he realize that the two burly men, who looked like pigs with no manners, were actually incredibly powerful and unassuming experts. The black-haired burly man simply waved his hand as if swatting away flies, and sent all of his more than ten Three-Star Class martial artists flying, all of them hitting the same spot on the face... an extremely precise technique and incredibly powerful strength!
"In a city as large as Saint Petersburg, finding one person is like finding a needle in a haystack. Yet you, as guests, were able to find Sam in such a short time. It's hard to believe you did it on your own. Tell me, who among the Zenit nobles is working for you behind the scenes?"
The burly man with short white hair casually wiped the pear juice off his hands on his clothes, stood up, Earth Inquiry a serious expression.
The Anzhi broke out in a cold sweat.
He hadn't felt anything before, but now, with just a casual glance from the burly man with short white hair, he suddenly felt as if a giant mountain was pressing down on him. This pressure made it hard for him to breathe. Only now did he realize that the strength of these two burly men had reached a level he couldn't even imagine. They were like ants facing a dragon, not even in the same league.
"Who... are you?" Anzhi's envoy slowly retreated.
"Damn it, can't you understand human language? I'm asking you a question."
Enraged, the burly man with short white hair waved his hand, and the Six-Star Class Anzhi Knight was like a dog on a leash, unable to struggle at all. He was pulled over in mid-air, and the Big Hand, fan-like hand grabbed his neck, delivering a series of slaps.
"Now you can tell me, which Zenit nobleman is helping you from behind?" The burly man with short white hair, having had his fill of beating people up, casually tossed the Anzhi Knight to the ground like a dead chicken.
"Leave the good egg basket... lie dead in the dark, leave the one who dares to hit me... leave..." Six of Anzhi's teeth were knocked out, his speech was slurred, and his lips were swollen like sausages, yet he still acted arrogantly.
"What is he saying?" the white-haired, burly man asked his companion, frowning.
"He said, 'How dare you! He's Anzhi, and you actually dared to hit him...'" The burly, black-haired man, having finally finished his fruit, stood up with a grin and suggested, "I think we should just kill this guy and investigate later."
This suggestion almost scared the Knight Soul of Anzhi away.
He finally understood. Although the two burly men in front of him were incredibly strong, they actually acted entirely on their own whims and were complete fools. Although he was an envoy of the Anzhi Empire and might have some intimidating power over other Zenit officials, to these two fools, killing him was no different from killing a chicken.
He spoke with a lisp, stammering as he honestly confessed everything he knew.
"Damn it, you slut, you need to be taught a lesson. You'll only behave if I slap you a few times." The white-haired burly man raised his hand and slapped Anzhi Knight a few more times, directly causing the six- Star-Rank Warrior's Dou Qi to dissipate and him to faint.
" The Big Family? The noble family that's always supported the Fourth Prince and opposed His Majesty behind his back?" After listening to Anzhi Anzhi's confession, the burly black-haired man rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "They actually colluded with foreign envoys to murder their own citizens. Hmm, how about we go to this unruly family's house tonight and pull off a heist?"
"Let's not do it. His Majesty will be back soon. Let's wait until he returns." Although the white-haired strong man was also somewhat eager to try, he ultimately held back.
At this moment, old Sam, who had been watching with utter astonishment, finally came to his senses and stammered, "You... you two are?"
The burly, black-haired man grinned and said, "Uncle, don't be afraid. We're the warriors of the Martial Saint Martial Saint, well, just two bystanders working under him."
"Pfft..." The white-haired burly man almost spat out his drink, raised his hand and slapped the black-haired burly man, angrily saying, "You damn good-for-nothing! How many times has His Majesty said that the phrase 'buying soy sauce' isn't used like that?"
Old Sam was overjoyed. "You... you really are warriors under the command of the Martial Saint? Ah, I know, you must be from Chambord, right? Chambord warriors. I've heard my son's comrades say that the Chambord warriors under the Martial Saint are all incredibly powerful."
"You're right, we are indeed the warriors of Chambord," the burly, dark-haired man said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. "My name is Drogba, and his is Pierce. We're from Chambord City, but we're not invincible warriors. There are many people in Chambord City stronger than us, such as Lord Lampard..."
"Ah, it's you two, [ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ] and [ White-Haired Swift Sword ]! I know you, two of the Golden Twelve Holy Peaks Guardians of Chambord City. Haha, the bards of the capital have sung many stories about you, and many young people admire you greatly. Today, I finally meet you in person..."
Old Sam was extremely excited today.
Unexpectedly, this misfortune turned into a blessing in disguise, as he encountered two extremely renowned experts under the command of the Martial Saint. Seeing these two legendary experts fiercely beating up the warriors of the Anzhi Empire, the Old Man felt incredibly relieved. The Zenit Empire should be tougher, like the Chambord people, and strike hard against any enemy who dares to provoke them.
More than half an hour later, Old Sam returned to his home in the slums. Looking at the ten gold coins that had been forced into his hand, he still could hardly believe what had happened that night. He knew that he would never forget what had happened today for the rest of his life. Although he had not been able to see the Guardian Martial Saint Alexander in person, the prowess of the two legendary Chambord warriors, [ White-Haired Swift Sword ] and [ Black-Haired Berserk Fist ], still excited Old Sam greatly.
"The people of Chambord are indeed just like in the stories—powerful yet friendly. I've heard that His Majesty Yassin is seriously ill. If one day, Martial Saint Alexander becomes the emperor of the empire, then who will dare to bully my Zenit Empire?"
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the Old Man suddenly couldn't help but think of something.
The commercial district of Saint Petersburg.
A small building, not occupying a large area, surrounded by green trees and lush grass, offers a unique and picturesque view.
Drogba and Pierce appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.
Is this the place?
"It should be."
Second update.
It's so awful! I'm staying at the hospital all day, and at night I have to sit on a small stool. It's killing me, I'm exhausted.