The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 277: Intimidation and calculation

...clothes should bear the wind and snow for their master, just like slaves should bear the labor for their master...

——Damage transfer!

In the orange-red fire with half of her sleeves burning, the plump woman stumbled back two steps.

A drop of black blood slowly slid down the back of the ebony hand, trembling on the fingertips for a while, and finally fell down helplessly. A cluster of dark red bloomed on the carpet fragments embroidered with complicated runes. flowers.

Even though the Voodoo sect’s sphere of influence is mostly dominated by middle- and lower-class black people, and the major organizations are not known for their financial resources, the living expenses of their leaders are still luxurious enough.

This gorgeous meditation rug that can help gather spiritual power was made by a famous artist. Ordinary extraordinary people may not be able to afford it even if they work hard for ten or eight years.

But now, this precious treasure worth millions has not only been torn into pieces, but is also covered with traces of fire, freezing, and acid corrosion caused by lightning strikes. No matter how great the alchemist master is, he can never repair it again.

Looking around, most of the other household furnishings are like this.

The psychic round table inlaid with gold and treasures was turned into firewood, the simple bronze candlestick was twisted into twists, and the floor made of large black marbles was scarred and crisscrossed with ravines. The entire spacious secret room was in a mess as if a typhoon had passed through.

A layer of dirty colored light, as if the palette had been knocked over, floated on the walls of the sky and the earth, faintly cheerful and strangely reverberating with music.

Mary Raven's breathing was slightly disordered. She held up her slightly crooked blue turban and looked at the strange figures opposite. The obsidian-like eyes flickered with malice and fear.

Being transformed and outnumbered, even with the years of arrangements in her lair to rely on, she still fell into a hard fight without any suspense.

She pointed at the two groups of humanoid evil lights standing in front of the group of monsters, and squeezed out a ray of coldness from between her teeth.

"Please think about it carefully. As far as I know, federal officials now have some opinions on the force you belong to, and they have recently gained the allegiance of a blood king, which has increased their confidence a lot.

The transparent ripples reflected back from covertly, and Mary's heart sank.

A pair of white gloves waved politely. Although with the assistance of Ms. [Magician], their power was enough to suppress the target, it did not intend to force it to death.

"Do you think this can scare me? If you insist on fighting, I can at least drag half of the people, including you and her, to be buried with you!"

In this case, if your strength is damaged, will those guys who are sanctimonious on the surface but greedy and dirty give up the opportunity to extend their hands into the Voodoo Sect? "

Is the space isolated... Damn monster!

From the beginning of the war, she had been trying to summon her subordinates to help in the battle, but all the messages she sent were in vain and received no response.

"We are willing to swear a spell oath as proof. As long as we get the witches' magic circle structure diagram, we will turn around and leave immediately..."

The white gloves were spread out gently, the corners of the painted mouth were raised to both sides, and he said while the iron was hot:

"Besides... isn't it just what you like to see when your biggest competitor is unlucky? When they lose the foundation to maintain their fundamentals, whose interests are in the best interest?"

Mary pinched a string of bone beads and rattled, her fierce expression did not change at all, but the spell-casting movements on her hands slowed down.

"Dear Madam, it seems that you have regained some sense." A sharp laughter like a broken brass horn came.

The muscles in the corners of the Voodoo Mistress's eyes twitched, and her bloody red lips tightened. Her heart was full of anger and resentment at this moment.

"I wonder how you have considered our proposal."

The powerful enemy in front of her suddenly descended upon the headquarters with lightning speed. By the time she reacted, it was too late.

Although the opponents are all powerful and strange, as a veteran master who has dominated one side for decades and the famous Voodoo Mistress, if she really wants to attack him, she is confident that she will fight him to the death of both sides!

"Oh, no, no, you probably misunderstood, we didn't intend to threaten anyone."

Heavy weights fell like boulders, and the balance suddenly tilted.

...After a while, the dirty colored light faded away like a tide, shrinking into a small dot and disappearing.

Mary's angry expression quickly returned to calm, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of her mouth. When the enemy asked her just now, she almost laughed out loud. Most of the shock and anger on her face was fake.

In order to deal with her old rivals, she has studied their biggest trump card, the Mystic Lock Circle, for decades. Now, someone is willing to take the initiative to become a swordsman. That's really, really good!

It's just such a complicated circle restriction, so it's inevitable to make some mistakes when describing it, right... It's easy to get in, but a little difficult to get out, haha...

A group of dirty monsters, even if they are a little smart, how can they compare to human wisdom.

Just fight with those stinky women! It would be better if we all die together!

The Voodoo Mistress had a cold face and looked at the ceiling dimly, with worries and gloating mixed in her eyes.

A bunch of coquettish bitches! Don’t you think you’re ingratiating yourself with the federal dignitaries? Let’s see if those seemingly elegant ministers will come out to shield themselves from the wind and rain after their own strength is greatly reduced, or will they take the opportunity to bite them and add insult to injury?

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In the early morning, the bright pale golden sunlight penetrates the glass wall and slants into the hotel restaurant, reflecting the steam on the silver soup basin.

"I've wanted to tell you for a long time. It's too unhealthy to eat stew with wine all the time in the morning." Edkin picked up two pieces of light yellow and tender artichokes and criticized his companion's eating habits.

"Since someone has reimbursed the cost of food and accommodation in a high-end hotel, of course we should take the opportunity to order more good things to try."

"Shut up. If I could get rich by following this useless captain like you, I would take these every day to replenish my strength. I would be like a rich man and hire a chef to carefully design nutritious and delicious recipes."

Holgay touched his beloved half-scrapted battle ax on the side of the chair through the bag, and replied angrily.

After being choked, Edkin was not annoyed. He turned his eyes to his teammates' actions and smiled knowingly.

"Don't feel bad about that piece of scrap metal. Guess what Beverly went to do?"

A glass of spicy tequila was poured into the throat, and the beef brisket was stewed until soft and glutinous in the mouth. Savoring the rich salty aroma, Holgai touched his mouth boldly.

"What else can we do, just hang out with our handsome boss. It's time for the little girl to find a boyfriend."

"Think I asked in vain, you can see for yourself later..."

Being left speechless by her linear thinking, the bard stopped talking and imitated the unknown Simon next to him, lowered his head and launched a concentrated attack on the delicacies that were rarely seen in ordinary times.

After eating and drinking, two familiar figures appeared at the hotel door at the right time.

"Hey, Holgay, look what I brought!" Miss Druid ran in from outside the hotel like a cheerful deer, her red hair trembling, holding something in her arms.

"Boom!" She cleared a space and carefully placed a long wooden box that seemed to be quite heavy on the dining table.

After adjusting the angle to block the attention of those around her, Beverly gently opened a gap in the wooden box. A two-handed tomahawk with a wide blade and smooth shape was quietly embedded in the groove.

"This is..." Horgai's eyes were bright, and he stroked the dark and cracked surface like semi-solidified lava with his fingers, feeling the obscure and strong scorching energy underneath, and weighed his luck.

It’s so easy to ride a horse!

Miss Druid took over her words: "Advanced extraordinary weapons, I know you will like them."

The red-haired girl smiled like a flower, and nodded to Zhu Mingyao, who was leisurely coming from behind, "I picked it up in the official collection warehouse. Mr. Milhaud will use it as a guarantee and as payment for your work. You can use it in advance."

"As well as Edkin and Simon, I have also found precious equipment that is suitable for you. I will bring it over in a moment."

She smiled mysteriously: "There is also a temporary teammate coming to join us."

(End of this chapter)