He Taiping's prediction was correct. Just one day later, the last piece arranged by Mot and Moon quietly landed on the chessboard. Just like all the clichéd plot, Earl Carl, a prodigal son of his subordinates, came to have a meal happily. After seeing the pretty and beautiful dark elf maid, he habitually stretched out his hand and received a loud slap in the face as he wished...

After learning the news, He Taiping, who had already been waiting in the restaurant, walked out with Lian Jia Shishi and interrupted the confrontation between the two sides with a light cough. At the door of the restaurant, a young nobleman with a arrogant face was staring at several dark elves fiercely. Although his face was quite upright, Mr. Carl's face looked too pale, and obviously his body was hollowed out by the wine and sex. With his playboy temperament, he could play the villain of a hero saving the American Chinese without any disguise.

"So, are you the boss?" Carl, who was expelled from the restaurant by the dark elves after seeing He Taiping walking slowly, was obviously extremely angry. Surrounded by several deployments, he looked at He Taiping with such contemptuous eyes and sneered, "This is your contract summon? These dark elves are not obedient at all!"

"I'm sorry, the contract I signed for them does not include being taken advantage of others!" He Taiping bowed with great grace, but his tone was filled with irony. "Of course, if you think you can help me discipline them, please do it. But I'll forgive me for saying one more thing, the dark elf who just took advantage of you is at the level of a mid-level swordsman!"

Carl's momentum suddenly stopped and he looked at the extremely charming dark elf in disbelief. He suddenly realized that if he had not shrunk his hand in time just now, he might not have been slapped in the face. Thinking of this, the dandy's face began to turn blue, and He Taiping was still standing quietly, without any intention of stopping, but just looked at the other party with interest.

But at this moment, the crowd surrounded was suddenly separated, and two warriors and a magician walked out quickly. Carl, who was originally a little savage on the outside, suddenly looked as if he had chicken blood after seeing these people. He crossed his weak waist and shouted proudly: "Very good, since you can't discipline these dark elves, then let me discipline you!"

He Taiping was as calm as if he heard the other party invited him to have tea, but his attention had turned to the three reinforcements. If Christine's investigation was not wrong, then the strength of these two warriors had reached the high level, and although the magician's strength was in the middle level, he would be better than his companions when it came to destructive power. Therefore, if a war started, the magician would naturally be the target of attack.

"Two warriors will be handed over to Lianjia and Christine. As for the mage... When I came to this world, it seems that I have never beaten the mage before. Why don't I come here today?" Thinking of this, He Taiping couldn't help but turn his eyes to the mage, who seemed to feel that ominous approach, and suddenly shivered.

In fact, if Carl knew what He Taiping was thinking at this time, he would definitely die of blood spurt on the spot. However, after seeing the other party's quiet expression, he mistakenly thought it was a kind of hesitation and weakness, so he shouted even more arrogantly: "I won't say nonsense, in short, you guys will hear it clearly! Or, be obediently let the dark elf come over... Bastard, what is this!"

His angry shout stopped abruptly because the white robe that He Taiping pulled off from his body was just covered in the air. When Carl was rushing out of it, he was stunned by the scene in front of him... The man who had removed the white robe was covered with a dark robe, and the scepter in his hand emitted dazzling light. Under the reflection of the sun, his appearance was so handsome that he had a bit of evil spirit, which made the onlookers exclaim like a flower-like praise.

"Damn it, bastard, do you dare to show off in front of me?" After a moment of shame, Carl suddenly shouted angrily and waved his arms heavily. The two warriors looked at each other and suddenly rushed towards He Taiping at the same time. The sharp sword on his waist flashed out, bursting out a blue fighting spirit that only high-level warriors could possess. The magician who was slightly behind had already chanted a spell quickly. On his staff, the shining electric ball was rapidly taking shape.

"Is this the so-called battle?" Before He Taiping waved, Lian Jia yawned bored and quickly met from the left. His silver hair flew up, and his beautiful appearance formed a sharp contrast with his rude image, which immediately stunned the warrior. In this moment, Lian Jia's iron fist had already swung heavily, and a powerful force suddenly came. The warrior, who had no time to react, subconsciously blocked the sword...

With a clang, the sharp sword made of steel suddenly broke into two pieces at this moment, and the iron fist was slightly behind and rushed in at a faster speed! Two seconds later, the unfortunate warrior with blood sprayed from his mouth and nose had already flew up, sliding out a wonderful curve in the air, hitting the stone sculpture in the distance. It seemed that he had to stay with the statue for a while.

At the same time, another warrior was about to approach He Taiping, but somehow he tripped under his feet and lost his balance. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly. While his body was pounced on the ground, he pushed his arms hard and leaped backwards. His juggling movements suddenly attracted a few cheers. But before he could stand firm, the long whip of flames suddenly shot out of the void, tangling like a water snake, forcing him to have no power to fight back, and he could only retreat, and was in extreme embarrassment.

Seeing that the two companions were defeated so quickly, the mage could only speed up the chanting without any preparation, hoping to complete the electric light technique before the other party attacked. Fortunately, He Taiping, as a summoner, did not attack from the front, but stood there and raised his staff and summoned several giant arm monsters from the black hole. This made the worried mage breathe a sigh of relief and felt that he had seen the dawn of victory.

But before he could finish his sigh, He Taiping had quickly chanted a shared spell and had two giant arms in an instant. In the mage's horrified sight, the summoner teleported suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by a refreshing uppercut. With the clear sound of fractures, the distorted mage had flew up and hit the hard stone slab. Then, He Taiping caught up with him, without any mercy, and then the second and third feet: "Magic! Great! Electric lightning! Come again!"

The screams were accompanied by blood splattering, and the onlookers turned their heads unbearably, and also observed a silence for the poor mage. A few minutes later, He Taiping finally enjoyed enough the pleasure of abuse of a mage. He clapped his palms with unsatisfactory feelings, and then gently snapped his fingers. Lian Jia, who was idle, immediately pinched his fist and creaked out a sound, and with the bully seeing the smile of the folk girl, he slowly walked towards Carl, who was trembling all over.

"You, you, you... don't come over!" Carl could hardly stand, and relying on the support of the servant behind him to barely squeeze out a few words "you". He Taiping stroked his chin and watched Lian Jia approach the count with a grin on his face. Suddenly, he thought of an extremely classic sentence - "You scream, it's useless to scream through your throat!"

"But enough, it's enough here!" Just as Lian Jia punched hard, Christine's long whip gently took her arm.

Earl Carl trembled like a quail, and before he fell, He Taiping quickly stepped forward a few steps, gently supported him, and smiled: "So, are you willing to have a cup of coffee with me now?"
Chapter completed!