552: C552 Disjunction

C552 Disjunction

Qin Feng snapped his fingers. Immediately, the black guards drew their knives and stabbed towards the sailors.

After a short three minutes, the surroundings were already littered with corpses. Military Secretary was dumbfounded on the spot, not knowing what had happened.

The Finance Officer was also like this, he did not give any orders at all. The dark guards had received strict training, not to mention that they would not have attacked Military Secretary's sailors without his instructions.

For a moment, both the military officials were stunned.

After the sailors were completely taken care of, the group of black guards all took up their positions behind Qin Feng and took off their uniforms, which were all marked with the word "Fire".

Flame Mercenaries!

The most famous mercenary in the Abigail Communal Country was named Wei Lie.

"Boss, please pay."

At this time, a burly man with a golden beard pushed aside the military affairs and finance. He walked towards Qin Feng and extended his hand.

He had taken the risk of defying the military's orders and was prepared to transfer them afterwards.

The dignified Devil God Qin Feng, promised them enough reward.

"What's the rush? But can you not be so promising, don't look at money like that. You're a large duchy, don't you want to get a fake position and always bring your brothers around, aren't you tired?"

Qin Feng's words were tantamount to a debt evasion, because the reward he talked about was five billion.

Where would he get so much money now? As for the 12 billion he won, even if he took it out, he wouldn't be able to pay for it.

With the current situation, who would he ask for money from?

Finance Grandmaster?

Most importantly, that was not the point.

The most important thing now was to get Xue'er on the throne before he could deal with the matters in the south. Moreover, the treasury was only worth five billion.

"You want to go back on your word? Brothers, chop him up for me!"

Wei Lie shouted angrily.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's neck was stabbed by dozens of knives, making him feel helpless.

He was also at a loss as to how they could be in debt. The creditors were a group of mercenaries who killed without batting an eye.

"About that, there are more than 20 gold bars upstairs. Treat it as a down payment. Don't dance with laozi's sabers and guns!"

Qin Feng flicked his finger and the large blade broke into pieces. The group of mercenaries were all knocked back a few steps and their arms became numb.

When Wei Lie heard this, his face lit up with joy. He punched Qin Feng and scolded him with a smile: "Hehe, f * ck you. You are a generation's Devil God after all. Why did you have to do this? Just say it three days from now!"

With that, he led his men upstairs.

"You two, are you sure you want to die? Very loyal, huh? Then I'll kill you. It's a foregone conclusion that Su Lingxue will ascend to the throne. I'm afraid countless people will have to force their heads into two military positions, no?"

With that, Qin Feng grabbed the two guns on the ground and pointed them at the two of them.

"Wait, I... Support Princess Xue'er in ascending the throne! "

The moment the Finance Master made a compromise, he immediately turned around and walked out.

Qin Feng nodded. As expected of a financial official, this realization was profound.

He then looked at the old military affairs, standing still on the spot and staring at Qin Feng like a retarded child.

"Military lord?"

Qin Feng raised his hand and pointed the black gun at Military Secretary, scaring him so much that he hurriedly raised his hand.

"If you have something to say, let's talk about it. I'll compromise as well!"

Bang!

With a gunshot, the bullet whistled past Military Secretary's ear, causing a spray of blood.

His face suddenly turned pale, his legs trembled, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he tremblingly said, "You have no credibility. I said compromise, that's compromise. You want to kill me?!"

Qin Feng grinned, threw the gun onto the ground, and cursed, "Why did the fire go off just like that?"

While speaking, he went to pick up another gun, but Military Secretary was so scared that he turned around and ran out.

Finally, it was solved. Qin Feng took a deep breath.

Inside the palace of King Abigail, Abigail's eyes were closed as if he was asleep.

A young man wearing a perfectly straight military uniform had long golden hair that fell to his shoulders, making him look extremely noble.

The eldest son of King Abigail, Nilpett, had the title of prince.

"Father, do you really want to give the throne to an outsider who has been separated for so many years? For siblings, she doesn't have the qualifications to enter the royal family. If you insist on doing so, it will cause a dispute among the royal family."

As a prince, he had the army of knights. Although they could not be compared to the regular army, in the duchy, they were still a group of elites.

His opposition to the king was repulsive, but he still maintained his poise and did not argue with his father.

But right now, the entire kingdom was opposed to this matter. Only his father was still insisting on it. There was no other way, the people and the kingdom's ministers were all opposed. He really couldn't figure it out.

What was Father holding on to?

Was he afraid that these brothers and sisters would kill each other, or was he worried that the throne would fall into their hands?

"She is your sister, not an outsider. I said that since she was a child, she has never grown up in the palace, so she is suitable to ascend to the throne. You all will be able to help her, and she will not be treated badly. Understand? My good son Peter?"

Abigail opened his eyes and scanned the entrance of the hall. His expression was stiff.

"Father, this is impossible! I possess the purest of bloodlines, so why is it that I'm not my equal? I can't accept this!"

He shook his head and shouted, trying to make himself good.

He had suffered too much and endured too much hardship that even the commoners could not bear. But in the end, he had to assist others in ascending the throne.

Why?

"Then, what do you want?"

Abigail looked up, and his voice was filled with a hint of coldness.

Everyone was against it, even their most obedient eldest son was now like this.

"If I want the throne, no one can get their hands on it!"

Neelpith's eyes were bloodshot as he resolutely replied.1

"That's impossible!"

Abigail actually stood up from the throne and slapped the armrest as he yelled angrily.

The relationship between father and son had broken out at this moment.

"Impossible, Father, you are too arbitrary. Long ago, the duchy was already falling apart, and if it were not for my mediating, a crisis would have already occurred. But now, why do the nobles oppose this? Because the one they are pushing is me!"

After saying that, Neel Pitt sneered and clapped his hands.

Immediately, the doors to the great hall were pushed open, and a dozen officials filed in. When they entered, there was still a large group of patrolling soldiers guarding the entrance.

All the noble officials kneeled down on the ground.

"May the king grant his eldest son the throne!"

Everyone was cheering in unison. Their cheers were full of vigor, and it looked as if they were about to force the palace into submission.

Abigail's body trembled. These were his most trusted subjects, but now, they wanted to overthrow his authority.

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