They all call me Great Master-Chapter 378 - 375: Evil Instrument!

"What kind of organization is the ’Death Poetry Society’?"

To most people, the members of this organization are sick.

The kind with mental illness!

After all, normal people stay away from death, whereas the ’Death Poetry Society’ worships it.

Therefore, the ’Death Poetry Society’ has irreconcilable differences with normal people.

Thus, what normal people pursue is truly insignificant to the ’Death Poetry Society’.

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For example, the mineral resources of South Town!

Others, powers that be, may covet them eagerly.

But the ’Death Poetry Society’?

They couldn’t care less.

But now that the ’Death Poetry Society’ has gotten involved, it must be for a greater death.

Almost instantly, the lady’s mind made connections with previous information Lisop had mentioned about the ’three incompletes’—

1. The ’Death Poetry Society’ spy hidden by her side.

2. The pirate alliance they had formed.

3. The skilled team they possessed from the Duke of the Inner Bay.

’South Los!

South Town was just a diversion!

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The real target of those bastards from the ’Death Poetry Society’ is South Los!’

With this in mind, Marinda took out a messenger stone and began relaying messages.

You see, most of her industry was in South Los.

If anything were to happen, she would suffer unimaginable losses.

And more importantly, she had to be wary of not just everything those bastards from the ’Death Poetry Society’ might do, but also those who would loot a burning house.

Even more so, the latter might be even more terrifying.

Because...

You never know who might get involved.

For example, the Mother Tigress of South Los.

Though the Countess had shown quite good character, behind her there was still the South Los Family—who knew what could happen?

Therefore, she had to be cautious.

While Marinda was sending her messages, Arthur was rather nonchalant.

Earlier on, he had Wuni send a message to Malz and others.

Not to look after his property.

But to hide well.

The only things Arthur could really call his industry in South Los were ’Miss Qiu’s Security Company’ and ’Mr. Wu’s Exchange,’ but these two industries had just been established.

Simply put, they were mere shells.

If they were lost, it wouldn’t matter.

After all, if the land is gone but the people remain, both can be restored.

For this reason, Arthur had great faith in the South Los House’s ability to protect South Los.

Furthermore, he firmly believed that even if the warehouse bearing the signs of ’Miss Qiu’s Security Company’ and ’Mr. Wu’s Exchange’ were blown to the skies, the Countess, in an effort to appease the public, would surely compensate him appropriately.

So, Arthur didn’t care at all.

Even when Marinda’s gaze fell upon him, Arthur quite openly mouthed the words—

’Trust in our Lord Count!’

Immediately, this prompted Marinda to flip him off once more.

Arthur responded with a smile.

But the very next moment, Arthur’s smile faded, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

...

Rat Street, second floor of the Relief Grocery Store.

Haywood sat in the corner watching Malz, who was sitting on a stool, while the old sheriff held his cat and squinted as if asleep.

But Haywood knew the old sheriff was merely feigning sleep because the long board case had not left his back.

If there were any disturbance, he would be up in an instant.

Of course, there was another person—

Bob finished polishing the darts, daggers, shortswords, and longswords and sheathed them in his sleeves, boots, and on both sides of his waist respectively.

Then, the old soldier began to adjust his hand crossbow and firearms.

The arrows would need a poison coating.

The firearms, he would need three.

Watching his preparations, Haywood touched the matchlock gun, acid, and oil he carried, feeling himself to be like a defenseless farmer.

Seeking some comfort, Haywood looked over at Scott, who kept his head down as he trimmed adhesive tape.

The young editor had no weapons.

Haywood was certain of that.

This gave Haywood a bit of relief.

At least he wasn’t the only farmer.

But the next moment, the former greedy landlord couldn’t sit still.

Because Wiggins, who had come up from downstairs, was carrying a box of explosives and placed half of it in front of Scott.

The young editor then picked up the freshly cut tape and started wrapping these explosives.

Alright!

I’m just a farmer!

Watching Scott’s adept actions, Haywood began to despair.

But almost immediately, Haywood found a new source of confidence.

Kuke!

In front of this new police chief of Dort District, there were only two Firearms presented.

Even more?

It was just a dagger!

It looked somewhat antique, but that was all there was to it.

’This should be someone on my level!’

’Luckily, I’m not the only useless one under the boss’s command!’

Haywood thought with relief.

He planned to cozy up to this new police chief of Dort District in the future.

After all, they were similar...

But before the landlord with a black heart could finish his thoughts, the ancient-looking dagger suddenly trembled, emitting a unique ringing sound that only weapons make.

Hum!

The sound was deep, filled with bloodlust.

It wasn’t an illusion!

But a true sense of bloodlust.

Because someone had already had their throat slit by that man Bob.

Haywood hadn’t noticed when someone had entered the second floor of the ’Relief Grocery Store’, just as he hadn’t noticed Bob’s swift attack.

"Nice dagger."

Bob glanced at the dagger in Kuke’s hand with a hint of surprise.

Although he had noticed the intruder, the dagger in Kuke’s hand had sensed it even earlier.

’A sentient weapon picked up on purpose?’

The former Daredevil Team captain thought, turning his head to look at his old friend.

"I’ll leave this to you."

After saying that, the Daredevil Team captain leapt out of the window.

Clearly, compared to passive defense, Bob preferred taking the initiative to attack.

Watching his old friend’s actions, Malz’s face was tinged with helplessness, just like when he learned that the other had arrived in South Los early but had been lurking in the shadows all along.

However, compared to the latter, at this moment, Malz felt more accustomed to it.

Moreover, fighting side by side with Bob again reminded Malz of the old battlefield—

Step, step-step!

Amid the cries of battle, the old sheriff seemed to return to the battlefield in his memories, the sound of uniform steps in his ears, and one hundred and nineteen comrades at his side.

In front of them were...

The enemy!

Enemies hidden on the side of the ’Relief Grocery Store’.

Standing in the second-floor room, Malz clearly saw them.

’Fire!’

The captain’s voice echoed in his ears.

Instinctively, Malz pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet shot out.

Piercing through the wall.

Striking the enemy right between the eyes.

The enemy, who was in the midst of casting a secret technique, fell backwards to the ground.

Another fine scratch appeared on the butt of the heavy Matchlock Gun.

At this moment, one hundred and one.

Then, Malz turned his head and blew lightly.

The matchlock lit up again, the trigger was pulled again—

Bang!

Another scratch was added.

One hundred and two.

Malz turned his head to blow on the matchlock once more, preparing to pull the trigger a third time when a breeze appeared behind him, heading straight for his neck.

"Watch out!"

The people in the room shouted, with Wiggins and Kuke rushing towards the intruding attacker.

Seeing the two men charging at him, the attacker let out a cold laugh.

Too slow!

Too slow!

Just watch him die!

The attacker thrust the dagger straight down—

Thump!

A longsword swept across the attacker’s neck.

The attacker, looking at the broad-bladed, antiquated sword, was filled with disbelief.

Because—

At the hilt of the sword, an eye was slowly opening.