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The ninjas immediately tapped into their true energy, ready to attack.

"Hold on..."

Regulus walked over and stood side by side with Bertram. The Mystique Pill in his body was spinning in a frenzy. The power of a peak Mystique Loyalty Realm Expert was in full display.

Their display of power was comparable to a peak Divine Ninja Realm Expert, which cast fear in everyone present.

Regulus knew the reason for Bertram's delay, and he asked calmly, "We're officials of Drakonia. How dare you be so reckless? Haven't you considered that the experts of Drakonia would take action?" "So what if you're the experts of Drakonia?"

"We, the Nihons, are the most impatient!"

Remy Geiger said arrogantly, "If you hadn't attacked Armel just now, he wouldn't have died at all!"

Regulus asked again, "Which Nihon force are you from?"

Remy was as rude as ever. "You might piss your pants if I tell you. We're members of the Hattori Club. There are more than 30 of us in the peak Divine Ninja Realm in the club!"

Hattori Club was one of the six major Nihon ninja clans.

They had a very high social status and background, and even the emperor had to be respectful when he met the members of the Hattori Club.

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Bertram looked at Remy like a fool and mocked him angrily. The hotel had been cleared, and he could not wait to get started. Regulus smiled slightly. "You can attack now. We're from the Celestial Dragon Squadron!"

Remy yelled, "Kill them!"

All the ninjas rushed forward.

Remy grabbed Kazimir Giraud, turned into an afterimage, and left.

Kazimir was an important entrepreneur of the Nihon Empire. His father was a cabinet minister.

The Hattori Club was invited by his father to protect him.

In return, the club members vowed to the president of the Hattori Club that if something were to happen to Kazimir, they would all commit suicide. "Bloody hell..."

"Spell-Breaking Fist!" Bertram charged forth like a wild beast.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

A pair of iron fists broke through the air and hit Remy's back. The sound exploded in all directions. The air seemed distorted. Furniture within ten meters turned to dust,

Regulus was shocked by Bertram's punch. He never expected this side of Bertram.

On the surface, Bertram seemed carefree and straightforward. Regulus had sparred with him so many times but never saw him use the Spell-Breaking Fist.

"Shadow Escape!" Remy turned around abruptly to face Bertram and quickly formed an array with his hands.

Bertram's fist hit Remy, but Remy turned into a black mist and disappeared.

The Blossom Hotel shook violently, and multiple levels collapsed. It was a good thing everyone had gone far away.

Bertram jumped down from the hotel, but Regulus shouted from behind, "Asshole, I can't defeat them alone..."

These ninjas were highly skilled. It was tough for him to fight against 20 people alone.

Bertram ignored Regulus. He was present during the war and witnessed the cruelty of the Nihons.

Now was the age of peace. He did not project his hatred to all Nihons, but he would never let these Nihons show off their arrogance and dominance in Drakonia. Remy appeared on the street. He pushed Kazimir away and shouted, "Mr. Giraud, run quickly..."

Bertram was already running toward him when he finished.

Footprints sounded on the cement road.

In the blink of an eye, Bertram and Remy got into a tussle.

Remy held the sword in both hands and flew into the air. His figure transformed into eight figures of swords, slashing toward Bertram.

"How dare you try to trick me with

such meager skill?" Bertram sneered and leaped up. He crossed his hands over his chest, then swung down sharply. He shouted, O "Heavenly Revival!"

A terrifying energy exploded from Bertram's body.

Those eight figures all flew backward, and seven of them disappeared. The real Remy appeared, spitting blood from his mouth. He looked at Bertram with

fear in his eyes.

"Heavenly Fist!" Bertram zoomed toward Remy as if he were teleporting. His fist slammed against Remy's abdomen hard.

Remy exploded into a bloody splatter.

Kazimir was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. He called the governor of Brume while running.

The phone call connected.