CHAPTER 474 YOU ARE MY GRANDSON

Watched the shooting of bazookas, Stefan asked, "Did you kill the bastard Maximilian?"

"Sir, it failed to kill Maximilian. Maximilian moves so fast. He is almost like Superman, going straight

over the trees and hiding behind them." said one of his men, flustered.

Faster than a rabbit? Maximilian was moving much faster than a rabbit, so to speak, he was faster than

a cheetah.

Stefan's brows became tight knitted, and shouted angrily, "What are you doing here? Keep shooting!

Go up! You are so stupid! Go up and kill him!"

His subordinates hesitated, even when they were facing the angry Stefan, they dared not to move

forward to fight with Maximilian.

They saw exactly what happened to the men in the Secret Service Team.

The Secret Service Team was basically pinned down by Maximilian with two guns, and they couldn't

even fight back.

All of them were killers, and they knew how elite the Secret Service teams were. If Stefan really let

them charge ahead, they were gonna to die faster than the Secret Service teams.

"Master, it's not that our men don't work hard, but this guy is really out of our league. Even the elite in

the special force is no match for him. It's useless for us to fight with him."

"Yes, master, I think we are no match of Maximilian. Why don't we just leave him alone, and let the best

men deal with him. Even if we are cannon fodders, we can't die in vain as cannon fodders!"

Stefan looked at his group who were going to retreat, and wanted them to die immediately.

Just as Stefan was preparing to explode with anger, a series of rhythmic shots rang out, followed by

bursts of screams.

"Protect the master and get him out. Maximilian is coming!"

"We'll take the rear. You protect the master and help him out!"

The men in the front were looking for a place to hide, trying to stop the assault of Maximilian.

Stefan's face was livid. When he wanted to command his men to besiege the battlefield, a group of his

men had retreated with him to the distance.

"You are revolting! Put me down, or I will use the family rules to deal with you!" Stefan shouted with

rage.

"Master, you can punish us as you want, but you must leave now; or you will die here, and then you will

not be able to punish us!"

"Yes, master, you'd better stop struggling and come with us. We are no match of Maximilian. He is the

best of the best."

The group of men did not follow Stefan’s orders, as they dragged Stefan away insanely, not daring to

stay anything. They dared not to stop their footsteps; for fear that Maximilian would catch up them.

Maximilian was like a Shura in hell for them at that moment, ready to take their lives with the flick of a

finger.

Maximilian seemed to be wandering in the mountains. After clearing the left rear of Stefan's men, he

slowly moved towards the direction of Stefan's escape.

It didn't matter to Maximilian if Stefan lived or died, but it mattered to the man who can mobilize the

forces.

Maximilian was searching for Ghost II. The man who can mobilize Dragon Sect guards was someone

who had a position in the Dragon Sect. Maximilian wanted to know who commanded to kill him in the

Dragon Sect.

Dragon Queen? Or Harley? Or one of the eight Dragon Lords.

In the command car, Lear's eyelids jumped wildly. Outside, the gunfire had stopped, but there was no

good news from the frontline, which made him feel bad.

"Ghost II, it is your fucking plan. You tell me you can beat Maximilian, but you're gonna get us killed!"

"Lear, when do you become so timid? With so many men here, we can still beat Maximilian together."

Ghost II said, squinting.

"Oh, do you believe everything you say?"

"I don't want to argue with you, it's just a Maximilian. You'll see how I beat him with Easton and his

men."

Ghost II was not in the mood to quarrel with Lear. He picked up the receiver, and began to contact

Easton and others, ordering them to surround Maximilian.

Easton, although some reluctant, thought Ghost II had promised him great benefits, then agreed to

Ghost II's orders.

Easton led several men getting close to Maximilian, and blocked the trail of Maximilian.

"Put down your gun, man." Easton put his hands on his waist and said.

Maximilian smiled and threw his gun on the ground. "I'm going to see if you can kill me."

"Wow! You brain must be kicked by the donkey. You actually threw your gun. It is my first time to see

such a fool."

"It's called being a smart-ass," Maximilian said.

"You probably know you can't beat us. That's why you are so obedient, and it'll save us a lot of trouble." Material © .

"I won't kill you, but you'll get away with it. Get down on your knees and let me kick your ass." Easton

said sarcastically and thought Maximilian's surrender was hilarious.

Maximilian said calmly, "If you want to beat me, you have to do it with your real ability. If you are not

capable enough, maybe I'll beat you."

"How dare you? You dare to talk to me when you're about to die. We should give the bastard a good

beating." Easton said, waving his hand.

Several masters responded on Easton's call, waving their blades toward Maximilian.

Nine-section whip, Nunchaku, dagger, hunting knife and other weapon emerged, either whistling

toward Maximilian, fast or snow.

Maximilian sneered and stretched his right hand to catch the first nine whips, and then with an effort of

his arm pulled the master with the nine whips up.

"Ah! Let me go!" The master with the nine-section whip exclaimed in panic, as he was vigorously

brandished to the sky by Maximilian. He now looked around at a loss, and did not know what to do.

"You told me to let you go, so go!" Maximilian smiled as he swung his whip around a bit, used his nine-

section whip as a weapon against the attacker.

Those masters at the siege dared not continue fighting with him, and had to retreat. And the siege was

dissolved immediately.

Maximilian let him go, and the manwith the nine-section whip flew out, and then Maximilian lunged at

Easton.

Easton could only rush into a fight, waving a pair of hands like cattail fans to clap Maximilian, "No

rampant! See grandpa cleanyou up!"

"Well, you'd better be my grandson. It's more in line with your abilities." Maximilian said, and his action

was faster than usual.

His right fist hit Easton hard in the palm, which forced Easton back a few steps.