<h4>Chapter 2200: Chapter 2200: Experts of the Gills Alliance</h4>


    "Hmm."


    The burly man extended his hand and hooked his finger, and someone immediately handed him a cigar from behind.


    After taking the cigar, another person nearby lit it for him.


    The Sinir family members stood frozen in ce, their bodies trembling involuntarily.


    Tim Sinir was a very significant figure in the Sinir family, having already stepped into the threshold of the Great Grandmaster realm.


    Coming here today, aside from avenging Prince Sinir, was also to demonstrate the Sinir family’s prestige in front of the world’s martial artists.


    After all, this was Boulevard territory.


    The Caldwell Family had been in seclusion, making hardly any moves recently.


    The other families naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to grab territory and enhance their prestige.


    Even if they are eventually conquered, as long as their strength is great, they will have bargaining chips.


    No matter who bes the ruler of the world, they always need help to manage it.


    The Sinir family wanted to y that role.


    The current Sinir family was frantically boosting its reputation, preparing to be the king of Boulevard after Trent Marsh unites the world.


    But now...


    The Sinir family’s Great Grandmaster was actually killed with a single punch!


    The martial artists watching around were also terrified.


    Some of them had only heard of the Gills Alliance’s prowess, but none had truly seen a master from the Gills Alliance.


    Many among them harbored a bit of wishful thinking, eager to try.


    Some were even waiting to see the Sinir family and the Gills Alliance both suffer losses and make jokes of themselves.


    What they saw instead was the Sinir family’s Great Grandmaster being killed with one punch!


    "Hoo..." The one who struck blew out smoke, holding the cigar, stepped over the corpse, and walked up to Prince Sinir.


    The Sinir family members who came with him, not one dared to step forward to stop him, and more had quietly withdrawn to the door.


    "Master... I... I know I was wrong! Please spare me just this once..." Prince Sinir directly knelt on the ground, his hands sped, his eyes filled with pleading.


    Tears continuously flowed down his cheeks.


    "Begging me? Is this how you beg for mercy?" The burly man pointed his cigar at the Sinir family crowd in front of him, sneering coldly: "I’d say you’re here to cause trouble, aren’t you?"


    Saying that, he ruthlessly pressed the cigar into Prince Sinir’s eye!


    "Ah..."


    Prince Sinir let out a miserable scream!


    "So noisy." The burly man impatiently swung a fist, directly shattering Prince Sinir’s jaw.


    Blood sttered continuously, and the Sinir family members were all petrified with fear.


    They had considered countless possibilities when they came, but this oue was something no one had anticipated.


    "Stop staring, disperse." The burly man waved his hand, tossing the cigar to the ground. "Ah, such a good cigar wasted."


    He shook his head,pletely unconcerned with the ghostly looks from onlookers and those trembling in fear.


    A bloodstained cigar was no longer a cigar.


    But a weapon.


    "Oh, brother, what are you doing causing such amotion! You’ve scared my guests." Elwood Thorneycroft watched from upstairs and only came down with a cheerful smile when the situation was about settled, waving a handkerchief towards the bodyguards: "Hope everyone has fun, everything is half-price today, on me!"


    "Oh, thank you so much, madam! Brothers, stop gaping and quickly go enjoy yourselves!"


    Someone shouted, and cheers erupted from the crowd as they quickly returned to their rooms.


    "You know, if they knew the girls beside them were actually mummified corpses..." The burly man sat on the staircase, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, cing it in his mouth. "What do you think would happen? Would they be scared out of their wits for life?"


    "Why don’t you go tell them and see?" Elwood Thorneycroft’s face was always adorned with a smile.


    It was hard to tell if she was truly happy or not.


    "Forget it, I don’t have that kind of interest." The burly man tossed the cigarette away, crushed it underfoot, and slowly made his way upstairs.


    "Hurry... run!" The Sinir family members rushed up, dragging Prince Sinir, quickly disappearing.


    From not far away.


    Julius Reed was wearing high-tech sses invented by Shadow Kims, staring intently at the Gills Alliance.


    "It’s strange, when did Pruitt Wilde get involved with Elwood Thorneycroft! Damn, he actually became a master stationed at the Gills Alliance."


    Seeing Pruitt Wilde appear left him a bit surprised.


    Could the so-called Hidden Gate have some connection with Pruitt Wilde?


    "Let me see!" Shadow Kims quickly took the sses and put them on upon hearing this familiar name.


    "My, it’s a small world after all!"


    Shadow Kims said with a chuckle: "Who knew Pruitt Wilde, with his straightforward look, would be into this?"


    Only Terry Moore couldn’tugh.


    Because he got beaten up and his mouth was still swollen.


    "Now that the Hidden Gate knows of Ilia Danvers’ existence, it won’t be long before they send experts over. What do you think we should do now?" Julius Reed looked at the few behind him.


    "Watch the show." Hawthorne said with his hands in his pockets: "If there’s one thing I like, it’s a good show."


    "Me too, watching is easy, acting is tiring." Shadow Kims shrugged.


    "I..." Terry Moore had just started to speak when he was interrupted.


    "You have no rights here, no need to speak."


    "Hiss..." Terry Moore took a deep breath and bit hard into a watermelon.


    "Since we’re watching, should we head back? If I’m not mistaken, Ilia Danvers should have left?" Julius Reed nced around, it seemed Ilia Danvers had already left.


    It looked like he had found out what he wanted to know.


    You can run from a monk, but you can’t run from the temple.


    The Temple of Return to Heaven is here, and no one can take it away.


    So, Ilia Danvers didn’t need to worry about anything else, he could prepare thoroughly beforeing to the temple again.


    "Let’s go in for a drink." Shadow Kims wobbled up, entering the Gills Alliance.


    As soon as they entered, someone inside the tavern took out a phone and secretly made a call.


    "Those four troublemakers from earlier are back again."


    The person stared fixedly at Julius Reed and his group, continuously sending messages outside.


    Meanwhile!


    The Sinir family!


    Snap!


    Branigan Sinir smashed a cup on the ground!


    In the hall before him was a corpse and a half-dead Prince Sinir.


    The cigar was still stuck in Prince Sinir’s eye!


    "Insufferable! Insufferable! Just because they have a master, they dare treat my Sinir family like this!"


    Bang!


    Branigan Sinir mmed down his fist, shattering the table!


    "Go. With themand of the Boulevard Alliance Hierarch, gather the fifty-four divisions of Boulevard, tell them to bring people and surround the Gills Alliance! Remember, no one is to leave!"


    His eyes were bloodshot, filled with extreme anger!


    Tim Sinir was a very prestigious Great Grandmaster in the Sinir family, yet he was killed in Boulevard territory!


    Plus his son, Prince Sinir, was beaten into critical condition!


    If word got out, what prestige would the Sinir family have left in Boulevard?


    "I don’t care who you are, daring to act so contemptuously, you’ll pay the price!" Branigan Sinir’s breathing grew ever more rapid.


    At the same time.


    Caldwell Family.


    Merrill Caldwell suddenly opened her eyes.


    "I sense he’s here..."


    This Caldwell Family Head, draped in fur, stepped down quietly and gently pushed the door open.


    The snow instantly blew in.


    "Miss, please be careful..." The maids rushed in, closing the door properly.


    "No, I want to go out." Merrill Caldwell closed her eyes, clearly sensing Julius Reed’s arrival.