Silver Wolf's notice made Hayesse even more lively, and even some service industries were much better than usual. These mercenary groups and waste merchants were not actually considered Silver Wolf's subordinates. In the dark side of the universe, there was no regulation in the rules of who was the real leader.

It was just because of this group of wars and common interests. But in this L4, facing the notification or warning of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group, no matter how much reluctance is, he had to follow the rules set by Rhodes. This is the truth of strength.

Through a transparent glass, Rhodes could see dozens of figures in the conference room. Because of the large number of cigarettes, the entire conference room seemed to be filled with mist, and even the ventilation fan was working with all its strength. The precious carpet was trampled on by dirty boots, and the table made of the project was full of smoke.

There are even many guys who have grudges on weekdays to see each other here and make some provocative gestures.

"The rabble." Rhodes commented through the glass. In the conference room, he looked at the glass as an ordinary wall, but the upper level of the Silver Wolf was here, and he could look at the situation opposite like a monkey.

"Indeed, like a gangster." Klose, who was standing by, agreed with this statement very much. The Silver Wolf had formed the prototype of military discipline, but it also retained the habits of mercenaries. It was too casual, so how could it be fought hard?

"How long has it been since the formal meeting."

"Eight minutes have passed." The adjutant beside him replied looking at his watch.

"Eight minutes?" Rhode touched his short-sized beard and said slowly, "Then wait a little longer, just to make them impatient. Come with me and remind me half an hour later." He was about to leave, but he stopped as if he had discovered something fun.

At this moment, the conference room was a quarrel, with all kinds of accents mixed together, as annoying as noise. Especially a few people who had hatred were slamming the table with red eyes, making the entire venue look like a boxing ring.

"Shut up and get out if you want to make a noise." A thin young man stepped on the oak table and almost half-squatted up, as if he was a little impatient. He was wearing an Earth Army uniform without a military rank, and he didn't know where he snatched it from.

The venue was stunned for two seconds, and then even louder curses broke out. Obviously, the boy was not famous enough, and he was not a Silver Wolf, so the bosses present did not buy it.

"What are you? Get over, my uncle will beat you all the eggs." A strong man with arms thicker than the thighs of a young man was the most excited. After jumping onto the table, the entire oak table moaned for a moment.

"As you wish." The young man shrugged and walked forward quickly, while the old man sitting next to him reached out to pull, but grabbed the air.

"Beat him!"

"Break the head of this little white-faced!" Everyone around was even more excited and regarded the luxurious venue arranged by the Wimbledon family since the AD era as an underground boxing ring.

Listening to the cheers around, the big man grinned and made a fighting posture, strode forward. He was sure that he could break the bones of the sissy nose in front of him with one punch.

Both sides approached, and the man threw out his strong back straight punch like a whip, and then raised his foot and kicked the opponent's calf. No matter where he hit it, it would be a fracture.

The smile on the young man's face became deeper, his narrow eyes were half-squinted, and his head turned, and his fists were still brushing through his ears. His footsteps were like dancing, hiding behind the latter, pinching the strong man's neck from behind, and exerting force under his feet, directly throwing his opponent nearly 1.9 meters to the ground, and it seemed that he had not used much force.

Without allowing the opponent to react, he casually pulled out a pen from the table and inserted it straight from the strong man's eye socket. The whole pen was penetrated and went straight to the back of his head. The movements were very smooth, as if he had practiced hundreds of times.

"Ah!" The strong man had only time to let out a short scream, but then his throat felt like he was torn apart by a sharp blade hand, and then there was a breathing sound like a broken bellows. When the young man finished all this and raised his head with a smile, the people closest to him were two meters away.

It was too fast, and the falling strong man was also very capable of fighting on the scene. He used to be an elite non-commissioned officer of the Earth, but he was killed by this young man like a sheep. What's even more terrifying is the latter's courage or madness. You must know that this is the territory of the Silver Wolf.

Young people are proud enough to make a group of desperate people retreat.

"Pals, do you think this is where? The Dark Thunder Mercenary Group that Tira belongs to will not let you go!" Someone hid in the crowd and thrust, but he did not dare to stand up, just like a mouse.

"I don't care what the Dark Thunder Mercenary Group thinks, but if anyone doesn't accept it, just stand up." The boy named Pars shook the blood in his hand, spread his hands and stood on the stage, and really treated the conference room as an underground boxing ring.

The people below looked at each other, especially a few guys who were good at fighting on weekdays were a little eager to try, but when they thought of the boy's methods, they lost their courage. Their fighting skills were definitely not bad, but they were still far inferior to the madman. Now, the body of the unlucky guy is still shaking his feet unconsciously.

After a long time, no one had the courage to stand up. The commander and the regiment commander were present, and they were fighting desperately with a madman. Waiting for the blood to slowly drip on the street stall, the boy shook his head regretfully.

But at this time, the door of the conference room opened, and everyone turned to look at it at the same time, but found that Rhode was casually wearing a camouflage uniform. He walked into the venue surrounded by several armed infantry wearing standard black uniforms in silver wolf behind him, and then stood at the door, with his eyes on the boy on the table.

Canard Pars narrowed his eyes and his muscles were tensing. In his intuition, he understood how terrible it was to stare at his man, and even ignored the infantry behind the man.

"Captain Rhodes, it's this bastard who killed people in the venue! This is not in line with the rules!" A fat man ran towards Rhodes, but as soon as he finished speaking, a fist hit his face.

This was an attack from Rhodes. A light punch made the fat man weighing 200 pounds circle in the sky, then fell to the ground, and spit out a few teeth.

"You don't need to report it." Rhode touched his fist, then put his hands in his pockets and said, "And here, I'm the rule." He shook his head, and the armed infantry behind him quickly stepped forward, lifted the strong man's body, and dragged it out like a bag of garbage.

Long blood bandages scattered on the brown carpet, and after a moment they were absorbed into dark red.

Rhode patted his forehead with some annoyance, as if he was slapping his carpet, then walked to the table, looked up at Canard Pals and said, "Do you want me to continue looking up at you?"
Chapter completed!