However, Lawrence could also see that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was obviously immersed in some deeper thoughts.

"I can't be of much help, and my eloquence is not good."

Duke Charles smiled, as if seeing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince make a fool of himself made him very happy:

"And I don't think what Isaac said is wrong. The elite should enjoy privileges. I can't think of any reason to refute him."

Lawrence glanced at Duke Charles and walked straight towards Gool, saying as he walked:

"You are not allowed to refute him, Charlie, this is a military academy."

Duke Charlie was stunned:

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The aloof Gur also stared at Lawrence who was walking towards him with confusion, and sneered and mocked:

"Hey, your friend is still thinking about whether to be my servant, and you have already thought about it? Well, I just need a brush..."

boom!

Before he finished speaking, there was even a mocking smile hanging on the corner of Gur's mouth, and Lawrence's fist was already hitting the bridge of Gur's nose.

After a crisp loud noise, Gul's heartbreaking cry came next:

"Ahhhhhh, what the hell are you doing?!"

The onlookers were stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes. A poor man in rags actually punched the son of an earl on the bridge of the nose?!

Berthier on the side covered his mouth in horror. He could no longer imagine how Count Isaac would react after learning what happened to his eldest son.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even Duke Charles's eyes widened. This seemed to be a different person from the Bonaparte who was famous for his strategic layout in his impression.

Blood spurted out from Gul's nostrils, and soon a small pool of blood dripped on the floor.

Gul covered his nose with a ferocious expression. The heavy punch just now definitely broke the bridge of his nose. The huge pain made Gul's words become intermittent:

"Are you, what the hell, are you looking for death!"

"Oh, don't you realize my kindness, sir?"

Lawrence wiped his fists and sighed:

"In the hands of those stern generals, scum like you who corrupt military discipline and disrupt the troops must be shot and executed. For the sake of your classmates, I will kindly help you correct this bad habit."

Gurr stared at Lawrence in astonishment, not knowing where this pariah got his courage.

But Lawrence didn't give him any more time to think. In the next second, Lawrence stepped forward again and hit Gur's lower abdomen with a knee strike with all his strength.

Gur, who was already in a daze, had no time to parry and was kicked three yards away without any chance of fighting back. He was lying on the ground with a pale face and vomiting bile.

Lawrence moved his muscles easily and freely. Although he was not good at personal violence, he had served as a patrol leader on the streets of Ajaccio for two years with real swords and guns. It was no problem to deal with such a dandy.

"Charlie, Ludwig, let's educate this gentleman together to prevent him from making big mistakes in the future."

Lawrence greeted the two people behind him, and then stepped forward and gave Gur's ass a hard kick:

"Do you feel my kindness, Mr. Gur?"

Crown Prince Louis hesitated for a while, then plucked up the courage to step forward and kicked Gur's crotch hard.

"Uh..." Duke Charlie shook his head speechlessly:

"Forget it, I don't want to get my hands dirty because of this kind of person."

Gur, who was struggling with his head on the ground, did not forget to shout in a roaring voice:

"You have the guts! I remember you! Wait and see, unless you beat me to death here today, I will make you realize what life is worse than death! And your family, your brothers and sisters,

I want all the members of your family to die one by one!"

Hearing the word family, Duke Charlie suddenly frowned, walked up to Gur with a gloomy face, and kicked him in the chest with all his strength:

"I've changed my mind, but someone like you still wants to threaten my family? Are you worthy? Ah?! Talk to me!"

Under the violent punches and kicks of the three people, the whole corridor echoed with the sound of continuous crying and howling, like a pig being slaughtered.

More and more freshmen, most of them civilian students, gathered here. When they learned that the three ragged civilians in front of them actually held an earl's son under their feet and beat them, almost no one

Dare to believe what you hear for the first time.

It was not until a while later that Gul on the ground gradually became silent, and his mouth that had been talking nonsense finally stopped, and he would only let out unconscious wails from time to time.

"That's almost it. He should have learned a lesson."

Lawrence saw this and stopped the other two people in time. He didn't want to really beat this playboy to death on the spot.

"You...wait for me!" Gur used his last strength to glare at the three of them, then his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Crown Prince Louis looked worriedly at Gul, who was covered in bruises, then turned to look at the shocked civilian students around him, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Have we gone too far? Now everyone knows us."

It doesn’t need to be said by Prince Louis, but Lawrence and Duke Charles also know that by the next day, the news that three civilian freshmen beat an earl’s son to serious injuries will reach the ears of all the students in the same period, even the senior students.

You can also hear something.

Duke Charles scratched his head indifferently. He regarded everything in the military academy as a game and didn't care at all.

Lawrence looked around with satisfaction at the mixed expressions of shock, horror, admiration and worry on the faces of the surrounding students, and laughed softly:

"Don't worry, reputation is a good thing most of the time."

This kind of effect is exactly what Lawrence wants to achieve. He wants to make a name for himself in the Paris Military Academy in the shortest possible time, and then quickly form a group of officers centered on himself.

After all, Lawrence didn't want to really spend several years at the Paris Military Academy with Prince Louis.
Chapter completed!