He has experienced many assassinations, but all of them were protected by this team from death.
In addition, Du Gao has a huge network and some high-ranking officials in the fortress. These high-ranking officials either accept his money or have something to do with him or actively or passively protect him.
But Du Gao can live to the present because of his keen sense of smell. When it is time to bow his head, he will bow his head and realize it.
It makes sense to make money alive.
He has always adhered to this principle and lived well.
Tonight, as usual, he plans to take a bath and go to bed early. He is over the ridiculous age of pursuing excitement. He has already experienced it.
Now even a few beautiful slave girls who are almost naked give him a body massage, and Du Gao doesn’t have any physiological impulse.
If he needs it, he is more beautiful and knows how to cater to men’s stunners and let him enjoy it. This is one of the benefits of having great wealth.
Suddenly a burst of footsteps sounded.
Du Gao frowned discontentedly. It was time for him to relax. He had told him not to disturb him if there was nothing important. He believed that the people knew this very well. Now this step may mean something happened.
Du Gao, unwilling to open his eyes and wave his hand to let the slaves return, saw his confidant. A reliable man hurried to the bath. "Mr. had an accident."
Du Gao’s eyelids jumped. "What’s the matter?"
"Just now, Mr. Louis sent someone to inform us that Mr. Victor will leave the No.12 settlement tonight and El Hoin will withdraw from the mine."
"The settlement and the mine will be taken over by another team. I heard that it came from the scavenger city and I have found out what happened outside the city in the evening. Victor Jack was killed by someone. It seems to be a church hand."
This series of news made the slave trader blindsided, and it took him half a day to digest the information.
Du Gao frowned thoughtfully. "Victor is dead and still honestly withdraws from the settlement to give up the mine. It seems that this receiver is not simple."
His confidant added, "There’s news from El Hoin. Mr. Victor told us that this place no longer belongs to El Hoin, so let’s do it ourselves."
Du Gao sank, "Mr. Victor wants us to make trouble for the new receiver."
The confidant immediately said, "My Lord, let everyone prepare."
"Is the preparation but …" Du Gao laughed.
Come "but not the kind you think"
The confidant can’t figure out the master’s idea at the moment, so he can shut up and wait quietly.
Dugao got up from the bath. "We’re friends with El Hoin, not their dogs. Listen to Victor."
"And the new receiver dared to kill Victor and forced Al-Hoin to leave. Obviously, it’s not ordinary people who let us challenge such people. Am I too long?"
The confidant carefully asked, "My Lord, what should we do?"
"First, send the new chief a batch of top and most beautiful female slaves. If he doesn’t accept it, then we will send money. I don’t believe in money and women. He doesn’t want him to accept it. That’s all to say."
"We want to do business. Victor wants to grab territory, so let them. Al Huo won’t be his gun because he is old."
Du Gao said and stared at his confidant. "Why are you still wondering why you should send the gift quickly? I’ll arrange it and go to see the officer immediately …"
At the end of the voice, suddenly there was a dull shock outside, and then the house shook slightly and shook off wisps of dust.
"What’s the matter?"
"It seems to be an explosion."
When Du Gao and his confidants were all at a loss, a face of blood sublimation came in and cried hastily, "Mr. Du, we were attacked and the captain was killed."
"Old Kugger, they are desperately trying to stop it, but I’m afraid it won’t be long before you leave the secret passage."
Just say that finish, suddenly a tall figure descended. As soon as the sublimater turned around, he was beheaded by a long-handled tomahawk!
Du Gao scared the hands and feet weak, and the slave girls screamed and ran to the corner to shrink and tremble together.
Seeing the light, a strong man over two meters was wearing dark red nail armor, and in his hand was a long-handled tomahawk covered with blood. The front of the tomahawk axe had a black skull pattern.
The black skull gushed two lines of blood from its eyes, scarlet and harsh.
Seeing this pattern, Dugao suddenly cried, "Are you from Blood City and are you’ Black Bone’ Quinn?"
"That’s right, it’s me." Hey, hey, this strong man took off his helmet and revealed a thick black hair. His face was scarred and terrible, like this head was stitched together at random.
Du Gao pointed to his nose. "Do you remember me? We once had a drink together. "