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    ---- Chapter 2952 Stetson gave a kill order on the spot. A scar-faced woman with a cold, vicious look rushed out from the side, and the curved de in her hand moved like the Grim Reaper''s scythe. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Stetson''s men fell one after another, dead beyond any doubt. Only then did real panic creep into Stetson''s chest. These people were far too strong. There was no way they were ordinary bandits or highway robbers. He started to wonder if they were from the Church. Then again, the way they were dressed did not match at all.


    Just as Stetson wavered, debating whether he should cut his losses and run, a calm voice suddenly sounded right beside his ear. "Give up resisting, drop all your supplies, and I will spare your life. I will only say this once. You have three seconds to decide." Stetson jolted in shock, and even the fat at the back of his neck started trembling. "Who''s there?" ---- He was just a merchant by trade with patheticbat skills. There was no way he could fight his way out. His secretary, however, had the strength of a count-level fighter.


    Her long legs in stockings kicked open the car door as she prepared to get out and fight. Yet, the moment she stepped out, someone grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. Then came her desperate pleas for mercy and agonized screams. Stetson saw the man and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Who are you? What do you want? I''m telling you, I''ma vassal of the Ludendorff family. If you dare touch me, the Ludendorff family will destroy you." The young man with handsome features carried arge sword on his back. He wore light armor and looked like a seasoned Ounds warrior.


    With a casual flick of his hand, he sent Stetson''s secretary flying like a rag doll, her fate unknown "Three seconds are up. Since you chose death, goodbye." That was all he said. The next moment, Stetson felt a loud buzz explode in his head. Then, everything went pitch ck. ---- Knox dragged the unconscious Stetson out of the car and sneered. "This fat pig is heavier than he looks. A piece of trash like this actually got to rule Warwick City? How ridiculous. But I have got to say, this stretched limo is pretty damn nice.


    In the Ounds, anyone driving something like this is either filthy rich ora real big shot. Andrew, how about you give me this car?" Andrew replied tly, "Knox, don''t forget our goal is to take Warwick City and use it as a base to expand our influence. The car''s nice, but it''s not much use to us right now. This isn''t the time for luxury, understand?" Knox looked disappointed but smiled. "Alright, I''l listen to you. After all, everyone voted you as the new leader." With Stetson knocked out cold, the remaining soldiers lost their will to fight and surrenderedpletely.


    Juno wiped the blood from her de and walked over to Andrew. "Should we kill them all?" Andrew shook his head. "Killing them serves no purpose. These soldiers are more valuable to us alive." Once Petra gathered all the remaining soldiers together, Andrew walked over and saw that there were still over 100 men. Their skills were all mediocre, but this was not surprising since Warwick City was just a small town, even weaker than the City of ---- Hope that Andrew had passed through on his first visit to the Ounds, let aloneparable to ces like Storm City. "Your mayor is dead.


    Now, I''m giving you two choices. One, pledge loyalty to me, your new mayor, and you get to live. Two, I will send you to meet your maker!" Andrew''s words rang out sharply, his gaze sharp as daggers. He had once been one of the world''s most outstanding soldiers and a leader. Hence, handling these small-time yers was child''s y for him. With abination of threats and incentives, the remaining soldiers quickly pledged their loyalty.