Hiss, Allen gritted his teeth and took a breath of air conditioning, feeling like a groove stuck in his throat, but he couldn't spit it out.

After a while, Allen said speechlessly, "Is he wrong? He has done this and he is still embarrassed to put the responsibility on others."

Renard could understand Allen's helplessness, but unfortunately, some people's thoughts were so weird.

"In terms of logic and reason, his ideas are indeed somewhat problematic."

"But there is no way, he just recognized Uncle Roy and wanted to achieve his ideal revenge on his goals."

Allen frowned slightly, "Isn't anyone stopping him?"

Alan, who gradually accepted this fact, expressed his confusion.

After all, this world has order and rules, and it is not something that can make people as they please.

The opponent's strength can ensure that the opponent gets very well, but it is not enough to make the opponent ignore order.

It is not normal for the other party to have such a dangerous idea without a suitable reason.

After all, no one would want to see a reckless and ignoring the rules.

"No, it's not that he is very strong, or that someone supports him, or that he is a knife to fight the ring."

"Just just because the other party has a very good grasp of the size."

"Although he hated Uncle Roy very much, he was extremely dissatisfied."

"But most of the time, it is limited to words or conflicts within the rules, and there is no intention to break the rules on its own initiative."

Hearing this, Allen nodded clearly.

To put it bluntly, the other party is an old silver coin like a poisonous snake.

The other party is very timid and knows the gap between the enemy and us, and then wisely chooses to lurk rather than reckless hard steel.

He was very patient and waited for the right opportunity to send that fatal blow.

In this case, neither Roy, nor Master Ryan behind him, nor Emperor Caesar who stood on his side, had a suitable excuse to take action.

After all, no matter how much the other party says it is a silver-level strong man.

Although he can't compare to Roy, he is still a master of his life.

It is difficult for them to take the initiative if they are just willing but without actually taking action.

If you do this, it will have an impact on the existing rules and will cause panic.

Because many people are unwilling to return to the supreme level of life and death.

What they could accept was that imperial power was the largest aristocratic group, but it was impossible for imperial power to surpass the nobles.

Emperor Caesar and Roy must have understood this point back then, so they could only defend against thieves for a thousand days without taking the lead.

"By the way, it is said, it is just said..."

Renard seemed to have thought of something again and said in a suffocating manner.

Allen's heart moved and heard the other party's hesitation.

He calmed down and spoke in a deep voice, "Renard, don't hide it, just say what you want to say."

"As for the truth or falsehood of the matter, I will judge it myself."

Hearing Allen's encouragement, Renard also made up his mind and said unfinished words, "It is said that ten years ago, the other party was involved in the disappearance of your parents."

Sao!

Suddenly, a fierce wind rose without wind, lingering around Alan, blew his hem into a whirring sound.

It's like a battle flag standing at the highest point of the battlefield!

It seemed that he had noticed something strange about Allen. Johnson and Tropp, who were looking at each other silently, turned their eyes to each other.

The next moment, as if he had seen Johnson's malicious look at Allen, Tropp quietly moved and stood in front of Allen, as if he wanted to help him block the malicious vision.

"Is he a child who has not been weaned yet? Tropp, you need to take care of it all the time."

Johnson sneered, with a clear mockery in his tone.

"The grudges of the previous generation are not an excuse for you to bully young people."

Tropp's expression was still calm, like a firm rock, with a daunting calmness.

"Hey, boy, you're lucky. Tropp is protecting you today."

"Otherwise, I will let you experience the pain I have endured and make you repay the mistakes my father made to me."

Johnson's expression was a little provocative and shouted loudly.

He raised his arms, pointing at Allen with great disdain.

"But how long can Tropp protect you?"

"He can't always follow you, wait. I'm very patient, we have enough time and opportunity to get along."

Speaking of this, Johnson grinned and a somewhat cruel and tyrannical smile appeared.

His eyes were cold, full of solemn and harsh murderous intent.

"Believe me, that day won't be too far."

Seeing Johnson speak loudly in front of him, even Tropp's face that remained calm from beginning to end, he couldn't help but change his color slightly and became ugly.

His eyes were turbulent for the first time, not as old as in the past.

Moreover, the waves are extremely turbulent and magnificent, not the ripples blowing by the breeze, but the huge waves that are turning the rivers and the seas.

The aura on his body is still obscure, even more hidden.

But the power hidden under it began to surging, like a volcano erupting, accumulating terrifying power.

Renard could sense that the surrounding environment had changed.

After capturing Tropp's entire existence, Renard also had some guesses about the opponent's power attributes and professional characteristics.

The other party is obviously not a spellcaster.

Among the war vocationals, the profession that can almost be said to be a qi fusion with the environment can basically be fixed among the wanderers.

It’s not that other professions cannot do this, but that those who can achieve this level at the Silver Level are the only professions related to the Wanderer series in addition to those with extraordinary talent.

It is obvious that although Tropp had not taken action, the movement characteristics he showed and the roaring shadow-like nature of the opponent's body allowed Renard to quickly confirm his identity.

After figuring out his identity, Renard also figured out a fact.

That is, at the beginning, how did the other party get close to dozens of meters in front of them?

You should know that although Allen was not in a state of full combat readiness at that time, not everyone could get so close quietly.

And if the other party is a wanderer who specializes in this way, then all this will make sense.

However, Reinard can only analyze this.

If you want to determine which specific profession the other party belongs to the Wanderer Silver Proxy, you can only wait until the other party takes action before you can see it.

It is not impossible to see the smallest and know the strong man who can see through the leopard.

But unfortunately, Reynard is not yet at that level.

boom!

Johnson also gave his own response to Tropp's actions.

The brutal and tyrannical aura of terror bloomed from Johnson, like a substance, causing the whistling cold wind around to pause for a moment.

The surging momentum spread everywhere, making this already cold night even colder.

This coldness does not come from physiologically, but psychologically.

It is like a cruel and wild beast that has walked out of the lost years, crossed time and space, and came to the present, bringing disasters, panic, death, and cruelty to the world.

That kind of wild and violent aura can almost make everyone's scalp numb and instinctively feel fear.

Even Field, who was pretending to be sleeping, was in the back half of the mission hall hundreds of meters away from the door, and at this time he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

Even the two sleeping beside him could not help frowning and look frightened even in their sleep.

It seems that I dreamed of something terrifying.

But unfortunately, the four people at the door were the very few unaffected existences.

Tropp is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Of course, there is no need to say much.

Alan and Renard had face-to-face with the powerful gold-level men not long ago. Although the process was not very good, they also faced the existence of the gold-level men.

After experiencing strong winds and waves, it is difficult to be afraid of such small storms in the pond.

So, Alan and Renard's faces were calm and there was nothing wrong with Johnson's sudden terrifying aura.

"Tropp, are you going to go to war with me?"

Johnson bit his cheek and spoke in a low voice like a mix, like a roar, revealing a bloody meaning.

"Johnson, put away your thoughts you shouldn't have, otherwise, I don't mind letting you know what fear is."
To be continued...