Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 364 To Convince the Public

At noon, in the abandoned factory on the outskirts

The abandoned factory was already surrounded by guards, with countless pairs of eyes staring at the factory's movements. Aston was sitting on a chair seriously, and a dozen people with different looks were sitting not far away.

Some were incomparably indifferent, some were lazy, and some were talkative and hyperactivity. All these looked strange.

"Aston, how about that Senior Fighter you mentioned? We are all famous killers and have done various kinds of tasks. You cannot send a waste to command us, or we might do it ourselves." The killer, who had been shaking his body and looked like an ADHD child, said.

"Kingsley, you'd better pay attention to your identity. Don't forget who gave you the job." Aston's bodyguard said with a cold face.

"Hey, you're just a flunky of Aston. No matter what, I'm still earning money by my own hands, and it's more dignified than you being a dog." Kingsley said with disdain.

The bodyguard was angry, wanted to reach out and draw his gun, but Aston stopped the bodyguard.

"I know what you think. This is arranged by the master, I have no choice. When Senior Fighter arrives, you can have a match with him. If you can win Senior Fighter, then you have the final say."

The eyes of a dozen killers were shining brightly. As killers, they were living dangerous life every day. But they preferred to act alone because they were worried about others and afraid of stupid teammates. These killers knew each other somehow, so they could cooperate when performing tasks together. But for the so-called Senior Fighter who came here fresh, they had the feeling of handing their lives to others, so they refused.

"Whoever wins will be in charge of the operation?" Maximilian's voice came from the entrance of the factory.

Aston looked at Maximilian and smiled, "Of course."

More than a dozen killers looked at the suddenly appeared Maximilian. Looking at Maximilian's unfamiliar face, they became alert.

"Aston, he looks unfamiliar, what is his origin? Is he that bullshit Senior Fighter?" Kingsley asked and tilted his head.

"This is Maximilian, he is a native in H City. He is also very capable. I wanted to invite him to join the Gold Medal Killer Alliance, but he refused." Aston narrowed his eyes and said.

"Ai yoo, he is looking down on our Gold Medal Killer Alliance, isn't he? He still fucking didn't want to join us." Kingsley said acerbically.

The rest of the killers did not say anything, but their expressions revealed their minds, and they all thought Maximilian was looking down upon them.

Maximilian ignored the killers, and took a big step to Aston and said, "Where is the chair I sat in last time."

"Bring Mr. Maximilian a chair." Aston said casually.

The bodyguard brought out the chair Maximilian sat on last time and put it behind Maximilian.

Maximilian sat down. The group of killers looked at Maximilian with anger, because they felt Maximilian was completely ignoring them.

"Where do you come from? You dare to be so arrogant! Don't you fucking know how powerful we are?"

"Damn it! How dare you ignore us? You really think we are useless? Aston, you don't mind if we kill him for fun now, right?"

Several hot-tempered killers shouted and wanted to kill Maximilian to vent their anger.

Aston smiled and looked at Maximilian, "Mr. Maximilian is really quite capable of causing trouble, can't you say hello to them properly?"

"They are just nobody. Why do I need to say hello to them?" Maximilian said indifferently.

"Fucking you!" Kingsley roared and took out a scalpel from his shirt. And with a flick of his wrist, the scalpel turned into a bit of cold light and aimed at Maximilian.

Kingsley was considered to be one of the top three killers in this group. Compared to others who like to use hot weapons, Kingsley preferred to use cold weapons, especially concealed weapons.

No one knew if he was influenced by the Legend of Dagger Lee, Kingsley practiced the skill of flying a scalpel. And he almost succeeded every time. So this time Kingsley felt he would succeed as well. The moment the scalpel was shot, Kingsley felt he would be able to shoot Maximilian this time and teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

The speed of the scalpel was so fast that it reached Maximilian in the blink of an eye.

Maximilian looked calmly and stretched out his hand. He stretched out two fingers gently towards the cold light, and steadily caught the scalpel between the two fingers.

Seeing the scalpel caught by Maximilian, Kingsley looked at Maximilian as if he had seen a ghost, "You! How could it be possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. It is impolite not to reciprocate. Take it!" Maximilian's wrist flicked, and the scalpel was shot out like electricity, which was countless times faster than the speed Kingsley did just now. Kingsley's pupils shrunk. His heart instantly filled with a sense of fear, and he was sure he would get hurt this time.

Before Kingsley could react, the scalpel had already arrived. Only to see the cold light flew across Kingsley's scalp, and it shaved down Kingsley's hair a little.

Hiss! All killers took a breath. Everyone knew this was Maximilian's mercy, otherwise, the scalpel would pierce in the middle of Kingsley's eyebrow.

Kingsley's heart was cold, and he turned his head nervously and looked at the wall not far behind him. The scalpel had submerged into the wall, only leaving a small black hole on the surface.

Aston narrowed his eyes. He had felt that Maximilian was quite strong, but he didn't expect Maximilian to be so strong. According to the situation just now, Maximilian was at least an order of magnitude higher than Kingsley.

Perhaps only Jude, who was the toughest man among these killers, could fight against Maximilian. Aston thought while looking at Jude.

Jude was sitting on a chair in the corner, clutching a cigarette and smoking. The rising smoke obscured his expression, so Aston couldn't tell what Jude was thinking right now.

Maximilian leaned back in the chair lazily, "Who else is not convinced? If you are not convinced, you can come out and compete with me."

The killers were silent. Since Maximilian already defeated Kingsley, the rest of the killers felt that it was impossible to win him, and perhaps only Jude could win Maximilian.

But Jude was smoking and didn't make any statement.

Kingsley looked at Jude and said with some confusion, "Jude, you just let the outsider bully us?"

"Not matter outsiders or insiders, we are all Aston's men, and we are partners. This action is very dangerous. I think it is better to work together and not to fight with each other. I don't care about anything except command." Jude said in a somewhat indistinct voice.

Maximilian grinned, "Command right? I also care."