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General Yorkfu's mansion—

Second floor, fitness room.

A gust of wind passed through the ancient Gothic windows, the thick candles shaking their shadows, and the glazed chandeliers above their heads also shaking, making the originally suffocating atmosphere smoother.

General Yorke slashed down with a sword, like the flowing wind, rolling up a gust of wind, turning into a wheel of light to attack Song Zhichao's face.

So fierce, so fast, so merciless.

Song Zhichao moved his footsteps, his body slightly slanted, holding a slender fencing sword in his hand and pointed it at the Yorkoff giant sword.

The soft fencing bounced up instantly, while preventing the giant sword from slashing, it also helped Song Zhichao change his steps and quickly retreat.

Dingdang!

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Song Zhichao kept changing his pace and dancing with light postures, just like the protagonist in the French movie "The Three Musketeers". He was not afraid of Yorkf's fierce Viking.

Yorkf held the sword in both hands, opened and closed, and at first he had the upper hand and was imposing momentum, but over time, the disadvantage of his lack of strength emerged. Every time he slashed a sword, he only needed to breathe a breath, but now he would have to breathe two or three times.

Dingdang!

Song Zhichao hit the bottom of Yorkoff's giant sword with one sword, and the soft sword body bent a curve. Yorkoff was waiting for this opportunity. This time he did not continue to wave the giant sword to attack, but instead gave a free hand and punched Song Zhichao in the chest.

Song Zhichao seemed to be prepared for a long time. When Yorkfu hit, he swapped his left and right feet, moved his body sideways, and instantly avoided Yorkfu's strange punch. Seeing that his fist fell, Yorkfu laughed, holding the giant sword hand took advantage of the momentum to slid up and stroked Song Zhichao's chest - this was his killer move.

Ginger is still spicy!

With a bang.

The giant sword slashed on Song Zhichao's chest - to be precise, on a shield on Song Zhichao's chest.

It turned out that while Yorkf was using his skills, Song Zhichao had already picked up a cowhide shield hanging on the armor next to him and blocked his chest with the flow - indeed, he saved his life.

Yorkf didn't expect that Song Zhichao would be so alert, and he actually took off his shield and resisted his killing attack. He was a little stunned for a moment.

At this time, Song Zhichao suddenly laughed, with a shield in his left hand and a fencing hand in his right hand. The fencing hit the shield a few times, raised his lips and said to General York with a provocative face: "You are old, you should surrender!"

"Is that so? Don't you Chinese know that? What does it mean to be stronger and stronger!" After saying that, General York held the sword in both hands again and slashed at Song Zhichao hard.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

This time, Song Zhichao held the shield and did not dodge at all, and directly fought against Yorke's giant sword.

The giant sword hit the shield and made a thud.

Once, twice, three or four times!

Song Zhichao didn't know how many times he blocked it, but he felt his arms holding the shield were sore and his mouth was about to break.

The old guy Yorkf was like a tiger with tooth loss, rushing around and constantly wielding his giant sword and slashing hard.

"It's over!" Song Zhichao was a little impatient.

When Yorkf swung his sword again, Song Zhichao threw out his shield.

With a bang, the giant sword smashed the thrown shield away. At the same time, Song Zhichao's body was like a shocked roar, and the fencing directly stabbed Yorke's throat.

Yorke was blocked by a flying shield. When he saw clearly, the sharp sword tip was already close.

What should I do if I can't avoid it?

With a bang, Yorke cleverly threw away the giant sword in his hand. At the same time, Song Zhichao's fencing stopped three inches from his throat, and did not move at all.

A bead of sweat as big as a bean rolled down from General Yorke's forehead. He looked at the tip of the sword that was still about three inches tall in his throat. He couldn't help swallowing, shrugging his shoulders, and said to Song Zhichao: "Dear Song, oh no, my dear son-in-law, you don't really want to stab me to death, do you?"

"Of course not, we were just having a fight, aren't we?" Song Zhichao said this, stretched out his feet, kicked the giant sword that fell to the ground away, and then slowly retracted the slender fencing.

Seeing this, Yorke breathed, instantly lost his previous arrogant aura and said to Song Zhichao: "You won."

...

General Yorke is a man who does not easily admit defeat.

He has been through the battlefield for a long time and has experienced bullets and has always believed that he was born with iron and blood and was not afraid of death.

This time, he started fighting with Alach, but because his strength was not as good as before, he was at a disadvantage everywhere and his self-esteem was severely hit.

According to Yorkf, Alah was not even enough to carry his shoes for him in the past, but now he almost forced him to a dead end.

Although facing Alah's consecutive defeats, General Yorke did not think that he had lost. He even thought he had a chance to turn around - yes, he was a general on the battlefield, how could he lose to a clown who played power?

Therefore, when General Yorke learned that his daughter Eva had contacted Song Zhichao privately and asked Song Zhichao to come back to Russia to take charge of the overall situation, General Yorke was furious.

He felt that his daughter looked down on him and thought that he was old - something he could solve, why should she ask Song Zhichao, an outsider, to come and help?

What's more, General Yorke has been plotting against Song Zhichao. After waiting to get rid of the damn Alach, he brought the three oil fields to the name of his grandson Alexander.

General Yorke was unwilling to let Song Zhichao know about the existence of Alexander Little - he believed that Alexander Little was a trump card to check and balance Song Zhichao and must not be shown in advance.

But now-

Everything is over.

...

The bald butler handed over a white towel.

Song Zhichao and General Yorke wiped their sweat.

"I said you won, just in terms of strength - yes, if I was ten or twenty years younger, you would definitely not be my opponent!" General Yorke wiped his face and threw the white towel to the bald butler.

The bald butler seemed to be accustomed to General Yorke's "carelessness" and actually reached out and took it quickly.

"But little Alexander still can't go back with you. He is my grandson and my heir. I hope you can understand."

To such an unreasonable old guy, Song Zhichao's answer was: "He is your grandson, but he is even more of my blood!"

General Yorke smiled, "For his sake, I will consider giving you one of the three oil fields--!"

"But--" Yorke raised his finger and pointed at Song Zhichao's nose: "That's all! I hope you don't bother him again in the future."

Yorkf felt that he was already very kind. An oil field was not light, but it was a mountain of gold and silver worth hundreds of billions.

Song Zhichao smiled and handed the white towel to the bald housekeeper, saying to General York: "Can you make the decision? Maybe you didn't understand from the beginning that those oil fields did not belong to you at all! This was the case before, but it is still the case now."

"You-" Yorke pointed at Song Zhichao, his lips trembling with anger.

Song Zhichao pushed his finger back, "I don't want you, you, you, I'll beat that Alach first, otherwise everything will be empty talk!"

Yorkf: "…"
Chapter completed!