Chapter 441 The Wrath of the Eight-Armed Clan

"Asshole!!"

In the largest dimensional gap in the dimensional battlefield.

In the magnificent hall of the Eight-Armed Clan's private residence, a bronze-skinned, burly old man with a body full of flesh smashed the table in front of him with a punch and said angrily: "Damn it! How many years have passed? Has anyone dared to challenge the dignity of my Eight-Armed Clan?! Today, I actually met him! It's a great shame!"

In front of him, dozens of middle-aged and elderly Eight-Armed Clan members were as scared as children, not daring to breathe.

Especially a middle-aged man who looked 80% similar to Almond, with a red face and ears, and was furious.

"Cangwu!"

The old man shouted angrily.

A residual image appeared beside the old man.

He wore a golden monocle, with white hair, green face and hooked nose.

A formal black suit wrapped his upright figure in a straight and capable manner.

And his appearance brought the temperature in the entire hall to freezing point.

All the tribesmen who were originally observing the old man with their peripheral vision lowered their heads, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"The old slave is here."

The man's voice was a little hoarse and full of gloom.

The words he spoke were like a saw, causing pain to the listeners.

Although the old man of the Eight-Armed Tribe had known each other for a long time, he was still not used to it. He endured the discomfort and said in a gentle voice: "Go and capture the group of transferers who bullied my people alive. I will skin them alive and eat them in front of everyone in the dimensional gap!"

"Didn't that kid Badan say that the other party can even suppress high-level submersibles? Tsk, suppressing a high-level submersible dares to bully our tribe like this. It's really that we have been silent for too long, so long that these transferers have forgotten that we were the former overlords of the dimensional battlefield."

"Okay, you can activate The Holy Punisher of the Huayuan level, take this opportunity to let the livestock raised in the starry sky see what absolute power is. "

"Let them understand their identity, let them understand! The stability of our Eight-Armed Clan for tens of thousands of years is not to take care of ourselves, but to sympathize with them, sympathize with them, a group of "consumables" who have not yet jumped out of the rules and still don't know what to do!"

The green-faced man named Cangwu lowered his head and nodded, and put one hand on his chest with great elegance, and said: "Don't worry, clan leader, just leave it to this old slave."

After speaking, Cangwu disappeared in the hall.

At the moment of leaving, Cangwu's eyes flashed with disappointment, but there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a voice that only he could hear: "I thought I could get a few special specimens with rare resumes, but I have to hand them over. Tsk, tsk, it's a pity."

After Cangwu left, many Eight-Armed Clan members finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the old man was not happy to see this, he didn't say anything.

After all, Cangwu's identity is too special. Although he always calls me an old slave, in fact, his dignity is more exaggerated than anyone else, and his strength and means are unquestionable. If the other party had not abided by the spirit of the contract and stayed in the Eight-Armed Clan for a thousand years, he, the clan leader, would not have much weight in his eyes.

"Barut, you really raised a good son, you mother ￥%&…………% x-on:R # ****"

After enduring again and again, the Eight-Armed Clan leader still couldn't help it, pointing at the middle-aged man named Barut, and scolding him more and more unpleasantly.

Barut was speechless at first, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he muttered in a wronged voice: "Isn't that your grandson too? Besides, it's not the fault of Badanmu. When he took the business, he didn't know that he would encounter such an unintelligent ape tribe."

The Eight-Armed Clan leader blew his beard and cursed: "Dare to talk back?!"

Barut's neck shrank and he stopped talking.

"Alas, father, don't be angry."

The other brothers hurried to comfort him.

The leader, who was also the oldest, stepped forward and said calmly, "This matter is indeed unpredictable. Now that it has happened, we just need to solve it. As long as it is handled properly, it may not be an opportunity to promote our Eight-Armed Clan. Didn't my son hear from Almond that the Wild Bite Clan was also involved in this?"

"If my son remembers correctly, the Wild Bite Clan is a subordinate force of the Seventh Star Field's 'Throne', and its leader is the northern overlord of the battlefield 'Beast King Moza'. I know this person. Although he has a tyrannical personality, he is a strong man who knows how to advance and retreat."

"He has close contacts with our Eight-Armed Clan and the cooperation is very pleasant. He is much better than the southern overlord 'Field Master Labis'."

"Such a person, it is reasonable that his subordinates cannot be hostile to us, so it is estimated that he was held hostage and intimidated to do such a thing."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall focused their attention on this older man, their eyes full of confusion.

The chieftain's expression turned cold upon hearing this, and he said indifferently: "What does this mean? Do you still want to plead for the Wild Bite Tribe?"

The elder man hurriedly denied it and said with a smile: "Father, what are you talking about? Our Eight-Armed Tribe runs through the entire territory of the north and south of the war. We are undoubtedly the hegemonic and powerful tribe here. Why do we need to win over the untouchables to plead for them? What my son means is that since it is related to the Beast King Moza, why don't we use this opportunity to communicate with him?"

"Let alone an apology, just for the sake of our cooperative relationship, he should at least express his gratitude, right?"

"Besides, the problem lies within his family, and it is not easy for him to sit idly by, don't you think?"

The chieftain was slightly startled upon hearing this, and then smiled and said: "It has to be you, okay, Kuridan, this matter will be handed over to you. If you do it well, you can keep 20% of the 'expression' given by the throne, is there any problem?"

The elder man named Kuridan smiled warmly and saluted solemnly, saying: "My son will definitely fulfill his mission."

Seeing this, the other brothers and sisters were furious.

How could they react so slowly and let the eldest brother take advantage of them?

What the father meant was to tell the eldest brother to blackmail the throne.

As for how much he could keep in the end, it all depended on the eldest brother's ability. The more he blackmailed, the more he got, and the less he blackmailed, the less he got. In short, the eldest brother's family didn't have any problems, but got the most practical benefits in this matter!

"For the rest, we can only wait for the follow-up. Let's go back."

The father ordered people to go away, and no one stayed for long. They left the hall with different moods.

Walking out of the door, Barut's expression became more gloomy. He was here to rescue his son.

But who knew that in the whole hall, none of these brothers and sisters spoke for him, and no one asked about their son's situation. They all came to watch the fun.

The only eldest brother who spoke for him was holding a blood-stained bun!

Indignant, he gritted his teeth and said, "My dear brother, you are so kind."

Kulidan was still gentle and warm when he heard it, keeping his usual smile, and replied, "We are all brothers, it should be. If the seventh brother is fine, the eldest brother will start to be busy now."

Barut said sarcastically, "Busy? Are you waiting to get the crystal?"

"What you said, I misunderstood the eldest brother, didn't I?"

Kulidan opened the friend list and called up the friend of Beast King Moza, complaining, "Does it matter whether the crystal is crystallized or not? It doesn't matter. The important thing is that I want to get back the place for my nephew and vent his anger for him!"

"Oh, by the way, this time when I come back, the guard of the senior Abyss Diver will not be used. He can't even protect his employer. He is a waste. The eldest brother will re-arrange a junior Abyss Diver for Badan. Don't worry, the crystal hired by the eldest brother will be provided by the eldest brother."

After speaking, Kulidan patted Barut's shoulder, got on a foreign chariot and drove away.

Only Barut, with a dark face, punched the gate of the private house, making four huge holes.

"Barut! You bastard, you are making a scene! Do you want to tear down the house?"

The next second, a thunderous roar came from the house.

Barut trembled all over, ran and jumped out of the hall of the private house, rode his own car, and rushed towards his home.

You bastard dad, just wait and see, when you are bedridden, I will pull out your life support device!

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