"Who are you? Get out of here if you know each other, don't seek death!"
Pockler roared at the dozen or so men in black.
But who knew that the dozen or so men in black were not in a hurry, but instead smiled: "2nd Master Madrae, we have been waiting for you here for a long time…"
"Wait for me? What are you waiting for?"
Pockler was puzzled.
"Wait for you, of course I'm going to kill you!"
A man in black laughed.
"This brother, our Madrae family has no grievances or enmity with you. What are you killing me for?"
"If you have any difficulties, tell me at any time, and I will send someone to send you a lot of money!"
Seeing the other party's unhurried appearance, Pockler knew in his heart that he had encountered a hard stubble.
"I said, we don't want money, we want your life!"
After the man in black finished speaking, he shot directly at Pockler.
The other men in black also moved towards the servants of the Madrae family.
For a time, Pockler, who had just passed the battle, was attacked again.
Soon, all the servants of the Madrae family were killed and injured, and only Pockler was left to support.
In the end, Pockler was kicked away and fell heavily to the ground.
An extremely sharp knife fell on Pockler's neck.
Pockler is also a man. Facing death, he did not beg for mercy, but looked at the man in black coldly: "Who are you?"
"Even if you want to kill me, you have to let me die clearly and know who is in the hands of death."
"My Madrae family has no enmity with the Katro martial arts world."
Pockler is still wondering who was going to kill him.
Could it be that the Valley of the Wicked is catching up?
Pockler calculated in his heart, but quickly rejected the idea.
The Valley of the Wicked has also suffered a great blow, and may not be able to free up manpower to pursue them.
If you are from the Valley of the Wicked, you don't have to wear it so carefully, and there is a hood on your head.
"Since you want to know, let me tell you!"
At this time, a young man walked out from the side with a folding fan in his hand.
"Young Master Gosto?"
Pockler was stunned when he saw the young man walking out.
Because the person here is none other than Gramina.
"Young Master Gosto, what the h3ll is going on?"
Pockler asked in surprise.
After all, he came here to find Abel, and followed the Valley of the Wicked, all because of Gramina.
Now that Gramina suddenly appeared here, Pockler frowned.
"It's okay, what I want to tell you is that it's me who wants to kill you?"
Gramina smiled lightly.
Pockler looked at Gramina incredulously: "Why, why do you want to kill me?"
"We don't seem to have any grudges!"
Pockler couldn't understand why Gramina wanted to kill him.
"There is no reason, because your nephew Gatring was not killed by Abel, but me."
"I just want to use the hands of your Madrae family to kill that Abel!"
"I didn't expect your Madrae family to be so useless, it's just trash!"
"Since it is waste, there is no need to live!"
Gramina grinned wickedly.
And Pockler's eyes widened, and his face became red with anger.
He didn't expect that he would be tricked by Graminagai.
The entire Madrae family, and even the entire Buska martial arts world, paid so much.
In the end it was a trap.
"You…you are too despicable, shameless…"
Pockler stared at Gramina and gritted his teeth.
"Whether I am despicable or shameless, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that you are going to die soon!"
Gramina smiled slightly, and then ordered: "Do it…"
A cold light flashed, and Pockler's neck spurted blood instantly.
Until there was no life, Pockler's eyes were still wide open, and he couldn't rest his eyes…
Looking at Pockler who was dead, Gramina raised his mouth: "Let's go, go to the Valley of the Wicked…"
To be continued....
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