They all call me Great Master
Chapter 841 - 838: Battle of Suke Street II

Alvis was dressed in luxurious attire, resembling a Noble from the 'Silver Era' attending a ball. Not only did he wear a white wig, but he also applied powder. The white stockings accentuated the muscles of his calves. As he raised his hand, he gracefully picked up the teacup with a slow and lightness-filled gesture.

The whole process appeared very elegant.

The teacup contained Alvis's favorite tea.

At this moment, the young man from the Golden Lion Family stirred with a silver spoon.

This was his favorite tea set, brought from his home in Inner Bay.

Using his favorite tea and favorite tea set together, Alvis originally thought he would feel a sense of joy.

But…

For some reason, even after adding two spoons of sugar, Alvis still couldn't taste the expected sweetness.

Instead, it tasted bitter and astringent.

Moreover, he didn't know why he felt a tightness in his heart.

'What's going on?

Did my plan go wrong?

No way!

I am a person favored by destiny!'

Alvis thought uneasily in his heart but quickly shook his head forcefully in denial.

He used 'the favor of destiny' to comfort himself.

However, he forgot that destiny also comes at a price.

It's like the girls in the club, once you sit down, there's a clear price list. Of course, you can also choose to change the batch.

But eventually, you need to pay.

No money?

Then you'll have to endure a beating or pay with your body.

And 'destiny' is far more terrifying than the girls in the club.

Unaware of this truth, Alvis was destined to be toyed with by destiny—

Time passed second by second.

The dissatisfaction in Alvis's heart became increasingly intense.

Not only intense but also cold.

At this moment, it was completely like the frost and dew of autumn and winter.

Unconsciously, Alvis shivered.

The young man's Spirituality in the Golden Lion Family was warning him.

'It's okay! It's okay! It'll be fine for sure!'

Alvis kept comforting himself as he stood up involuntarily.

He looked at the death warrior beside him.

To ensure his plan went more smoothly, he didn't have many death warriors by his side, only this one.

The rest had all been sent out.

Especially to Count Bert's place to ensure nothing went wrong, he practically bet all his possessions.

Otherwise, he worried his people wouldn't get to see that Earl.

But now he regretted it.

One death warrior left him feeling insecure.

Even at this moment, having one more would be better.

"You stay here and wait for the news."

Alvis instructed the death warrior.

Then, the young man from the Golden Lion Family was about to leave this hidden Safe House temporarily and enter another Safe House to wait for news.

However, just as he opened the secret Door, the young man from the Golden Lion Family froze in place.

Because—

Gleisa Hamlet.

Standing outside the Door, the Little Lion in a hooded cloak, upon seeing his fellow family member, immediately took off his hood, revealing a brilliant smile.

"Nice expression, Alvis."

The Little Lion looked at Alvis, who was stiff in place, full of mockery.

Then, without waiting for Alvis to respond, he pushed him aside and walked into the secret room.

As for the death warrior?

He was already decapitated.

The death warrior's eyes were wide open, truly dying with a grievance, as he had no idea how he died. The remaining wisp of consciousness could only feel his Fresh Blood gushing out, rapidly staining the entire room.

The Little Lion glanced down at the death warrior, his eyes full of disdain.

However, when he looked back at Alvis, who had returned to the secret room, that disdain quickly turned into ridicule.

"I thought you would run away."

The Little Lion said.

"Run?

Can I run away?"

Alvis retorted.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

The Little Lion sat in a chair, arms crossed over his chest, looking completely composed.

And this appearance utterly infuriated Alvis.

Bang!

Alvis slammed his fist onto the table, angrily yelling—

"Is this your trap?"

"Shh!

Not so loud!

Otherwise, I won't be able to hear the trumpet of victory!"

The Little Lion raised his right index finger to his lips, signaling Alvis to quiet down, but how could Alvis possibly remain calm?

Alvis didn't even go around the table; he leaned over directly, reaching for the Little Lion's collar.

Then—

A flash of cold light.

Alvis's hand, along with his forearm, fell off.

Alvis was stunned, followed by a painful scream.

"Aaaaah!

How dare you?"

The voice was filled with incredulity, and his expression twisted in that pain and disbelief.

The Little Lion flicked his fingers and tossed the silver dinner knife he just picked up onto the table, casually saying—

"Alvis, oh Alvis.

You're not expecting me to let you off now, are you?

You are so naive!

No!

Not just naive, but stupid!"

Saying this, the Little Lion sighed regretfully.

"What a pity, after today, I'll no longer have the pleasure of toying with you. Maybe you don't know? When you appeared at Hayes's place, I was always watching you.

To put it simply, everything you did was under my surveillance.

You blame Hayes?

No, no, no.

Hayes is quite a good young man. Although in a few days, I'll send him to 'The Eternal Resting Land' to accompany you, but he is indeed good.

At least, he allowed me to obtain the entire Bert Territory."

The Little Lion walked up to Alvis and once again lowered his head slightly to look at him, full of resentment and dissatisfaction, teasing him like a dog.

"How could you be dissatisfied?

Even now you think you can win against me by bypassing Hayes?

Truly beyond salvation in stupidity!

You think that apart from playing games with you, Dieudonne, and Pistri all these years, I did nothing else?

I cultivated one spy after another, spreading them throughout South County.

As soon as the opportunity arises, I'll give the order, and they'll help me control the entire territory.

Just as—

Bert Territory!"

Having said that, the Little Lion turned and headed towards the chair.

This first heir of Inner Bay was about to sit back and tease Alvis, this fool, a little longer.

He certainly wouldn't kill him.

Besides, today would be a long day, and not having someone to amuse him would be quite boring; there's also a crucial reason: his uncle.

His Uncle, Baro Hamlet, made him uneasy.

He planned to use Alvis as a pawn to test him further.

However, in the next moment, the Little Lion's plan was shattered.

Alvis died.

His heart was gouged out, and the entire person was melting at a visible speed.

And that heart was held by a middle-aged man, dressed neatly and with a handsome face, who looked at Alvis's heart, first sniffed it, then licked it, and finally, as if retching, threw it onto the floor beside him. Immediately, those long, beautiful eyes fixed on the Little Lion.

Instantly, the Little Lion's hairs stood on end.

His voice blurted out, shocking beyond measure—

"Count Bert?"

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