Chapter 734 Can''t Get Away


    "I don''t know who the employer is. I''m just working on orders to catch Mitchele and take him away."


    "Just catch and take away? Or kill him."


    "Kill, take him to the abandoned pier. After killing him,sink him into the river." The rough man told


    Maximilian everything he knew.


    Maximilian lightlyughed and raised his fist. After the strong wind passed, his fist hit the rough man''s


    back waist, smashing the rough man''s lumbar spine to pieces.


    Picking up the short sword, Maximilian continued to move up the stairwell. Without encountering any


    obstacles this time, Maximilian went to the floor where Mitchele''s house was.


    Just as Maximilian stepped out of the stairwell, a ck shadow came with a strong wind. The shadow


    was a long stick and dark ck, and it seemed to be made of stainless steel.


    Maximilian squatted down and slid out from under the long stick in one sliding step, and at the same


    time, the short sword in his hand stabbed out.


    The cold sword light pierced the lower abdomen of the man holding the stick, and the man holding the


    stick was shocked. He did not expect Maximilian couldunch a counterattack, so he quickly stepped


    back.


    One step, two steps, three steps...


    After three steps, the man with the stick stopped, not because he wanted to stop but had to stop,


    because the short sword in Maximilian''s hand hade to his throat. The man with the stick


    swallowed hard, "Buddy, we should have a good discussion. We are all Blood Brothers, and we are all


    family, right?"


    When the man with the stick spoke, his eyes looked down hard, staring at the short sword that was


    against his neck. The short sword was so familiar, and at a nce, he knew that it was the weapon of


    his teammate. At this moment, the stick man cursed his teammates was stupid in his heart.


    "I am not a Blood Brother, so we are not a family." Maximilian''s voice was icy cold.


    Maximilian looked at the door of Mitchele''s house. The door was closed, and the other two aplices


    of the man with sticks were still working inside.


    Seeing Maximilian''s eyes were not on him, the man with the stick felt that this might be an opportunity.


    Gritting his teeth fiercely, the man with the stick leaned back and stabbed it to Maximilian''s heart,


    sending out a life-threatening blow.


    Maximilian shook his head slightly, shaking the dagger in his hand twice. Then the dagger shone cold


    and brought up a bouquet of blood


    The man holding the stick let out a miserable howl, and his hands, which had been cut off from the


    tendons, were no longer able to hold the long stick.


    Dang! The long stick fell to the ground with a crisp metal sound.


    Maximilian teasingly said, "Why are you so badly behaved? Be honest and you won''t see blood. Your


    There was no longer a long stick on the man''s hand, only the dripping blood. His expression was


    painful, his eyes resented, his body quickly retreated, and he stopped until his back was pressed


    against the wall, "Who are you!"


    "It doesn''t matter who I am. The important thing is that you have to cooperate. Otherwise, you should


    be very aware of the consequences."


    As Maximilian was about to kick open the door of Mitchele''s house, the room''s door suddenly opened.


    A dry and thin middle-aged man walked out with a dagger at Mitchele''s throat, and a skinny elder


    followed behind him.


    The skinny elder had a mustache and wicked eyes. He was turning a string of Buddhist beads in his


    hand, looking at Maximilian with a wary gaze, "How do you want to talk?"


    "Mitchele''s life is mine." Maximilian said indifferently.


    Mitchele looked at Maximilian, and tears immediately flowed down his eyes, "Grandpa Lee, save me, I


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    Mitchele hadn''t said a few words and was stuffed cloth into his mouth by the dry and thin middle-aged


    man. He made an awkward sound, and he could only look at Maximilian with pleading eyes.


    The skinny elder shook his head slightly, "Young man, I can''t give you what you want. Since I take


    other people''s money, I have to do things for them. Mitchele can''t see tomorrow''s sun."


    Maximilian stepped forward and showed the short sword in his hand, "Then it seems that you still have


    to speak with your fists. Don''t me me for not giving you a chanceter."


    "Give me a chance? Young man seems to be very arrogant, I think you will be the one who will regret it


    The old-fashioned pipe pot was made of pure copper, which looked yellow and bright.


    The smoke pot was pointed straight out, and the thumb-sized cigarette pot headed towards


    Maximilian''s Danzhong Acupoint. As soon as he took the shot, the skinny elder showed good skill, and


    his ability to use a cigarette pot to attack a vital point was quite powerful.


    Maximilian''s eyes narrowed slightly, and he had guessed the origin of the skinny elder. This skinny


    elder was not an unknown person but had some reputation in the arena.


    "So you are an expert of the Thief Sect." Maximilian said while the short sword in his hand had blocked


    the pipe pot. The steel dagger collided with the pure copper smoking pot, and there was no sound.


    Both of them used soft strength topete internally between the sword and the smoke pot.


    The skinny elder''s face had turned red, his eyes bulged out, and the blue blood vessels on his


    forehead were high and raised. He clenched teeth and spat out one word fiercely, "Yes!"


    Maximilian''s face remained as usual, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "The Thief Sect can only


    steal but not kill. What you''re doing now is a vition of the sect''s rules."


    "Bah!I never do things that vite the rules of the sect. There is morality for stealing, and someone


    else will do the murder."


    Khalid Jones said a few words, his face became even more flushed, and the pipe pot in his hand was


    pressed in front of him by the dagger, "Good boy, you have good skills."


    Khalid was already a little scared. Maximilian''s skills were far above Khalid''s, which made Khalid feel


    insecure.


    Thieves were all careful and cautious, and as the veteran of thieves, Khalid was even more cautious.


    At this moment, he found that his strength was much worse than Maximilian''s, so he suddenly had no


    idea of fighting in his heart.


    It didn''t matter how much money he made if he has no life to spend. He should have a life to spend the


    money. Khalid gathered his whole body''s internal energy and burst out violently, wanting to knock back


    Maximilian and then hurry to escape.


    Maximilian faintly smiled and increased the internal energy in his hand, as if he had expected Khalid to


    want to escape so that Khalid''s n failed.


    "Oh, Khalid, are you preparing to escape? But you won''t be able to escape." The short sword in


    Maximilian''s hand had already pushed Khalid against the wall, and he pointed the sword''s tip at


    Khalid''s throat from afar.


    The beads of sweat on Khalid''s forehead kept rolling down, and the sweat had already drenched his


    shirt.


    The thin middle-aged man, who was holding Mitchele, pulled Mitchele forward fiercely. The dagger''s tip


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    in his hand slightly pierced into Mitchele''s neck, and a drop of blood emerged from the wound and


    rolled onto the dagger, forming a blood mark. There was a fierce light in the thin middle-aged man’s


    eyes, "Kid, let him go, or I''ll kill Mitchele."