After the group of new troops withdrew, the camp suddenly became much more empty.
In addition to the team of thousands of people he had before, it was Scar's skeleton army, plus the poisonous spider mercenaries brought by Catherine, barely, Shen Fei had a direct army of nearly 3,000 people.
This army is naturally firmly in his hands, ready to be dispatched directly.
Shen Fei did not intervene in the specific landing and attack matters, but delegated all the power to Chu Tian and Jiang Yunxiang.
He is not good at marching and fighting, and has no interest at all.
There are more important things waiting for me.
That is king against king, killing Zhao Tiankui!
After the simple arrangements were made, Shen Fei led Nia to evacuate quietly.
He had to reach Tiantang Mountain first and make preparations for fighting Zhao Tiankui.
On the top of the distant eastern mountain, there is a majestic castle standing here.
Although Heavenly Mountain is only a small dot on the map, its real area is quite large, otherwise it would not be able to support tens of thousands of Dragon Slayer members.
After many years of anti-war, the mercenary group has already established mature operating rules, and the division of labor between various departments is clear, and it has become a small society.
In the center of the castle, there is a giant round table.
Eight branch chiefs with different skin colors, but who can tell their extraordinary strength just by looking at their appearance, are sitting around the table at this time, looking at the middle man who is the first seat with awe.
The middle-aged man has long hair fluttering. Because of his profound skills and proper maintenance, there is no trace of years on his face. He looks at most thirty years old.
At this time, he was dressed in white, with a refined look on his face, looking like a weak scholar.
If they met for the first time, no one would have thought that this uncle of literature and art is actually Zhao Tiankui with a bad reputation!
How many years have passed, and Zhao Tiankui has always occupied the title of strongest at the peak of the Tianbang.
It's not that there are no challengers, but all the strong people who came to fight have a miserable end.
Dying on the spot is already the best result, but they are often severely injured first, and then undergo various inhuman tortures. After satisfying Zhao Tiankui's perverted desire for abuse, they will be hastily disposed of.
Over time, no one dared to question him anymore, he is the well-deserved pinnacle of the list!
On weekdays, the Cebu of Paradise Mountain is coordinated by the eight ministers present. Only when there is a major event, they will meet and hold a meeting like today.
"Head, there is a luxury cruise ship that dares to approach rashly. It is now under our control. How do you think about it?"
asked the tall and thin man with eyes.
"In my opinion, why bother the leader with such a trivial matter, the old rules, force clean money, keep beautiful women, and kill all the rest?"
The bald and strong man over two meters tall said carelessly.
"Shut up, your brain is as simple as a muscle! How much money can be found on the boat? Ryan, have you found out the identities of the tourists?"
The man with glasses nodded.
"It is basically certain that the above are rich or upper-class people from various countries. Their families are either rich or expensive, and there are even a few princesses from small countries."
"Hahaha, it's the fattest meat ever given."
The cold man grinned wildly.
"Let's blackmail them one by one, and only release them after paying the full ransom. After a round of search, we still have to count the money and have hand cramps?"
Eyes and brows were tightly wrinkled, and he shook his head slightly.
"A little trouble."
"What's the matter, who dares to make trouble with us?"
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