Chapter 662: Faceless Man?

Braavos, a luxurious manor.

As the person who negotiated the cooperation, Dean was currently returning home supported by a maid.

Watching the matter entrusted by the Sealord resolved, a smile also appeared on his face.

But before Dean could be happy for long, sounds of slaughter came from afar.

Hearing the movement, Dean immediately frowned and said, "Are the guards in the city all idiots? How could they cause turmoil? What if the guests are disturbed?"

But before Dean's words were finished, someone rushed in and roared, "It's bad, Lord, the Iron Bank, the Iron Bank has been attacked!"

"What? The Iron Bank?"

Suddenly hearing this sentence, Dean's drunkenness was scared away.

Because he could die, but the Iron Bank absolutely could not have an accident; otherwise, the managers of the Iron Bank would tear him to shreds!

In the distance where flames were raging, Dean roared hysterically, "Go find the Faceless Men, fast! No matter how much money, stop that group of bastards from opening the gate of the Iron Bank!"

In front of the massive Iron Bank, Zhang Cheng, wearing a face-covering helmet, was currently holding a longsword in his hand, his eyes filled with madness as he said, "Open the Iron Bank!"

"Swish!"

Charging forward quickly, the Krieg soldiers immediately pulled it open barbarically.

And just after the Iron Bank gate was opened, soldiers were seen rushing out one after another, as if trying to stop all of this.

If it were ordinary people, seeing that there were guards inside the Iron Bank, they would definitely be scared and flee in all directions, but this time, the enemies they faced were not ordinary fierce bandits!

The Krieg Death Korps, combined with Zhang Cheng, were absolutely the nightmare of all banks!

If there was anyone crazier than him, it would definitely be the Lu guy next door with his hands in his pockets!

Because with his power comparable to a god, it was enough to smash open the Iron Bank's vault door with one punch!

"Beep, beep beep beep!"

The urgent whistle blew, and the Krieg soldiers put down their longswords one after another, taking out the entrenching tools from their waists.

After actively blowing the whistle, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but spit out a breath of turbid air and said, "I hope Braavos will like to hear such sounds in the future!"

"Swish!"

Like a silent, surging storm, the Krieg soldiers immediately charged forward.

Facing enemies who were better trained than the Unsullied and were speechless, the Braavosi soldiers were dumbfounded.

But the Krieg soldiers holding entrenching tools wouldn't give them a chance to regret, because when the whistle blew, it represented the time to offer loyalty to the Emperor!

Watching over a thousand soldiers being barbarically shattered, the general in the distance was dumbfounded.

Because he had never seen such a terrifying scene!

And looking at Zhang Cheng, he immediately roared, "Shoot arrows, shoot arrows, stop this group of lunatics!"

"Swish!"

Like a rain of arrows falling, the Krieg soldiers didn't have any defense, carrying them and moving forward.

"Swish swish swish!"

Pierced by several arrows, the Krieg soldiers immediately staggered, but in the next second, they still held their entrenching tools high, hacking the Braavosi soldiers to the ground.

Staring at this scene in astonishment, the general's eyes were full of panic as he said, "Lunatics, these guys are all lunatics! Where did they pop out from! Damn..."

However, before his words were finished, a long arrow pierced his brow, pinning him to the wooden board behind.

Making the motion of drawing a bow, Zhang Cheng slowly drew the longsword from the ground and roared, "Kill! For the Emperor!"

Accompanied by Zhang Cheng's roar, the already fanatical Krieg soldiers became even crazier.

Rushing all the way into the Iron Bank, all those who blocked the way were torn to shreds.

Arriving before the Iron Bank gate, Zhang Cheng looked at the gate that was like an iron wall and couldn't help but sneer.

Because did those idiots at the Iron Bank think that building such a gate could ensure the gold dragons were foolproof?

Didn't they know that when the gate is thicker than the wall, the wall is the gate? Installing explosives, Zhang Cheng pulled the fuse and retreated, finally taking out a fire starter.

"Whoosh!"

With the flickering sparks spreading, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "I wonder if the Iron Bank bought insurance, but this time's 'Fire Dragon Burning the Warehouse' will be considered me helping for free!"

"Boom!"

Under the earth-shattering vibration, the entire Braavos was shaken.

Accompanied by a huge hole blasted into the wall, the soldiers who rushed from outside were all dumbfounded.

Because the Iron Bank had actually collapsed—how was this possible?

"Damn, I used too much gunpowder!"

Looking at the stones constantly falling from above, Zhang Cheng's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Because he had absolutely no idea about the power of gunpowder nowadays; he only knew one sulfur, two nitrates, three charcoal, plus a bit of sugar—the Tsar Bomba!

But the problem was, the destructive power of this Tsar Bomba seemed a bit terrifyingly strong!

If Zhang Cheng hadn't hidden in the corner, he would have been blown to the sky just now!

However, as the vibration gradually subsided, when Zhang Cheng walked out, he was completely stunned, because before his eyes were mountains of golden brilliance!

Looking at the unknown amount of wealth in gold dragons, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but reveal an excited expression and said, "I said it, being a Count is not as good as being a fierce bandit! This time I really made a fortune, hahahaha!"

Desperately stuffing the gold dragons into his storage space, Zhang Cheng couldn't care about anything at this moment, just blindly scooping up money, until the storage space couldn't hold the mountain of gold, he then symbolically picked up a gold dragon to hold in his palm and sprinted, because the wind was tight, it was time to run!

Just at the moment Zhang Cheng rushed out, the entire street was already packed with people.

Looking at these fallen Braavosi soldiers, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

After all, facing Krieg, you are neither a Chaos canned soldier nor an alien creature—how dare you rush in front of them? Are you not looking for death?

!

And even if it were a Chaos God, if you let Khorne come personally, he wouldn't necessarily dare to show his health bar!

Krieg Death Korps: Let me catch a chance, and you're going to suffer!

Khorne:.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Roaring loudly, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but roar at the Krieg soldiers.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the Krieg who were currently slaughtering revealed looks of disbelief.

Because they had just seen the chance to return to glory, how could it disappear!

"What are you looking at me for? Run!"

Roaring at Krieg, Zhang Cheng also turned and rushed into the alley beside him.

Facing Zhang Cheng's instructions, Krieg, even though they were very unwilling to give up "death," still followed the order!

Sprinting excitedly, Zhang Cheng didn't know how many gold dragons he had packed, but estimated that it was at least no less than eight million!

You have to know, Robert was King for fifteen years, squandering without restraint, and only owed three million!

This time, Zhang Cheng earned enough to pay for three of Robert's foolish kingly reigns!

Robert: If you can't make a metaphor, don't make one!

"Wuhu! Take off!"

Jumping onto the wall happily, Zhang Cheng intended to climb over the manor before him, but in the next second, he immediately drew the longsword from his waist.

"Clang!"

The arrow was deflected; Zhang Cheng landed with a flip and couldn't help but stare into the darkness, saying, "Do you think you're very polite?"

"Someone didn't want to do this either, but what you did was too excessive!"

Wearing a black robe, the man slowly appeared under the moonlight.

But just at the moment he pulled back his hood, a dagger appeared in his palm and said, "The Many-Faced God sent me to take your life!"

"Assassin?"

Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Cheng turned the longsword in his hand and walked forward slowly, saying, "Interesting, so it's a believer of the Many-Faced God? But do you think you can kill me?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 663 =====