Hail the King

Chapter 845: Ah! It Is You Guys! (Part One)

The black-haired strongman took a big bite out of the pear and wiped his mouth clean before saying, “Are you trying to say, ‘even if you shout louder and lose your voice, no one will come and save you?’ Too bad that this scene is a bit strange since you are saying this to a senior. It is a bit cringey to be honest.”

“You pig!” The white-haired strongman shouted, “His Majesty already said that you don’t use the word ‘cringey’ that way!”

The black-haired strongman didn’t mind as he giggled and refuted, “His Majesty said that we need to apply what we learn. I think this is a good use. After all, these dumb*sses don’t understand it.”

The white-haired strongman replied, “Eh, it seems like this word ‘dumb*ss’ is being used correctly.”

The Anji cavalier froze for a second and seemed to have understood the mockery in these two men’s words, and he was enraged.

“You two dirty Zenitian dogs! You are bold! You are about to die, and you don’t even know it! Since you ran into us, you two can die with this old dog! Tomorrow morning, your corpses will all be the excretion of the mice in the ditches. Let’s go! Kill these two trouble makers first!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Several shadows flashed, and the warriors who came with this cavalier sneered and charged forward.

They were all elite soldiers of Anji who obtained warrior energy, and it was easy for them to kill ordinary people like killing chickens with god-tier combat weapons.

However, it seemed like the god-tier combat weapons weren’t working today.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

A series of face-slapping noises sounded.

The soldiers who charged up while sneering all screamed and flew back. Bright red handprints appeared on their faces that were now all swollen like rotten peaches, and their teeth fell onto the ground. While streaks of blood slid down their lips, their expressions showed that they were stunned as if their parents died.

Also, that cavalier of Anji looked terrible as if he just ate a rotten mouse.

Now, he finally could tell that these two strongmen who looked like pigs while eating were indeed powerful masters. That black-haired strongman only waved his hand as if he were trying to get rid of a fly, but that knocked away more than ten Three-Star Warriors. Also, their faces were all hit at the same place. It meant that this black-haired strongman was insanely accurate and mighty.

“In this large St. Petersburg, finding a person is no different to finding a needle in the ocean. As guests, it is impossible for you to find Uncle Sam on your own in such a short time. Tell me, which noble force in Zenit is helping you?”

The white-haired strongman wiped his hands clean on his clothes casually and got rid of all the pear juice. Then, he stood up and asked in all seriousness.

The cavalier of Anji had cold sweat all over his forehead.

He didn’t think much of this white-haired strongman, but he now felt like there was a mountain on his back after this man glanced at him casually. This pressure made it hard for him to breathe, and he now realized that these two men had strengths that were beyond his comprehension. Like an ant that was facing a dragon, they weren’t in the same weight class.

“You… who are you?” This cavalier of Anji slowly backed away.

“F*ck! Don’t you understand human language? I’m asking you a question.”

The white-haired strongman was enraged, and he waved his hand, capturing and bring this Six-Star cavalier of Anji over even though there was a distance between them before moving him over. During this process, this cavalier of Anji looked like a dog with its leash on, and he wasn’t able to get away.

Then, a large hand grabbed his neck before the other hand slapped his face repeatedly.

Chapter 845: Ah! It Is You Guys! (Part Two)

“Can you tell me now? Which noble force of Zenit is helping you?” After this white-haired strongman vented his anger, he asked again as he tossed this cavalier of Anji onto the ground like a dead chicken.

“Yu… re… buld… I’n e Anci envi… hu dar yu hut…. Li…” This cavalier of Zenit lost six of his teeth, and his lips were as thick as sausages. Even though he couldn’t even talk properly now, he was still acting arrogant.

“What did he say?” The white-haired strongman frowned and asked his peer.

“He said that you are bold. He is an envoy of Anji, and how dare you hit him…” The black-haired strongman finally got full on the fruits, and he laughed as he stood up and suggested, “I say that we should kill this guy. Then, we can do the investigation ourselves.”

This suggestion almost scared this cavalier of Anji to death.

He finally understood that even though these two strongmen were insanely powerful, they acted according to their likings and weren’t restricted by any rules; they were like two fearless idiots. Although he was an envoy of the Anji Empire, he was no different to a chicken in these two men’s eyes even though he might deter some of the officials of Zenit with his identity.

While shivering, he told these two men everything honestly through his gapping teeth.

“Damn! These b*tches! They won’t talk unless I slap them.” The white-haired strongman raised his hand and slapped this Six-Star Warrior a few more times, dispersing the latter’s warrior energy and making him faint in fear.

“The Beag Family? That noble force who has been supporting the Fourth Prince and conspiring against His Majesty?” After hearing this cavalier of Anji’s words, the black-haired strongman rubbed his chin and murmured, “They are even colluding with foreign forces to kill the citizens of this empire? Eh, should we go to this inconsiderate and despicable family and visit them?”

“Let’s not do that. His Majesty is coming back, so let’s wait for his return before we do anything.” Even though the white-haired strongman wanted to do that, he held his impulse in check.

At this moment, Old Sam who had been stunned by the side finally came back to his senses, and he asked while stuttering, “You two… you two are?”

The black-haired strongman laughed and said, “Uncle, don’t be afraid. We are warriors under the command of Mr. Martial Saint. Eh, we are just chilling under…”

“Puff!” The white-haired strongman almost spat out a mouthful of spit. He raised his hand and slapped the black-haired strongman on the head while shouting, “You damn fool! That is not how you used this word ‘chill’.”

Old Sam was elated and asked, “You… are really warriors who are serving Mr. Martial Saint? Oh! I know! You must be Chambordians, right? I heard the comrades of my son say that the Chambord Warriors are all invincible and brave!”

“You are right; we are from Chambord.” The black-haired strongman scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and said, “I’m Drogba, and he is Pierce. We are from the Chambord Kingdom. However, we are not invincible warriors. In Chambord, many people are more powerful than us. For example, Mr. Lampard…”

“Oh! You guys! [Black-Haired Vicious Fist] and [White-Haired Fast Sword]! I know you guys! You are two of the 12 Guardians of the Golden Saint Mountains of Chambord. Hahaha! The traveling poets in the Capital had told many stories about you. Many young people admire you, and I got to meet you…”

Old Sam was excited.

He didn’t expect that this incident was a blessing in disguise, and he got to meet two of the famous masters under the command of the King of Chambord. Seeing these two legendary warriors beating the warriors of Anji, this senior was thrilled, and all his frustration was gone. In his mind, the Zenit Empire should behave like this and toughen up, acting like these Chambordians by daring to beat all the enemies who challenge the empire.

Half an hour later, Old Sam returned to his home in a poor neighborhood. While looking at the ten gold coins that those two strongmen stuffed in his hands, he still couldn’t believe what had happened. He knew that he would never forget this day. Although he didn’t get to see Martial Saint Alexander, he saw the presence of the famous [Black-Haired Vicious Fist] and [White-Haired Fast Sword]; that was enough for him to lose sleep.

“The Chambordians are just as powerful and friendly as the tales. I heard that Emperor Yassin is severely ill. If Martial Saint Alexander could one day become the emperor, who would dare to bully our Zenit Empire?” this senior suddenly thought about this under the illumination of the dim oil lamp.

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-Business District in St. Petersburg-

Pierce and Drogba both appeared in front of a small courtyard. Inside the courtyard, there was a little pavilion that was several stories tall, and the green trees and grass were vibrant, creating beautiful scenery.

“Is this the place?”

“It should be.”