Kingdom's Bloodline

In the center of the warehouse, many local "bosses" with heads and faces took their seats at the edge of a large round table one after another. They had different appearances and different outfits. Some people were full of fierce faces, some people wore glasses and they were polite, and some people were dressed in luxurious and rich clothes. Full, there are also shabby and slovenly clothes.

"Abu, I heard that you made a fortune from the grain dumper?"

"Get a fart! Those stingy people who poured grains, they hired us to do all the unscrupulous work. Last week they pretended to be the baron\'s subordinates to intimidate the peasants, and this week they pretended to be troubled farmers to smash the farms. "

"Oh, don\'t let Montero hear what you said, he\'s a bunch of brothers who pour grain..."

The "bosses" in the room were obviously familiar with each other: Tommy the good guy whispered to Tarimi next door, discussing business in a low voice, Balta the "Barber" joked with his men, laughing from time to time, and was in charge of the gambling stalls. Gamandia stared viciously at the bosses in the audience, while Franco, the "field recorder", sneered at each other with Zeka, the "newspaper seller".

"Hey, Zeka, are you still alive? I thought the water ghouls had swallowed you."

"Yeah, so, in order to celebrate that I\'m not dead yet, I\'ll take you to play on the high seas another day, selling a show?"

"How boring the high seas are, tsk tsk, how about the high seas?"

"Oops, both of you put your claws away, and the toothless dog won\'t bark less..."

As the landlord, Du Luo, who was sitting among them, also laughed and tried to join the conversation, but the bosses were indifferent to him and ignored him after saying hello, which made Du Luo embarrassed.

Each boss brought one to three assistants or entourage. They leaned against the walls of the warehouse or sat on the left shelves, but compared to the ease and indifference of the bosses, these people kept their distance from each other, with vigilant eyes, Bad expression.

"No, they\'re nervous."

Behind Duro\'s seat, Glover leaned against the wall and looked around, feeling that something was wrong.

He noticed that people in the warehouse were consciously or unconsciously watching a man in a dark red coat and grinning beside the round table.

The other bosses were sitting next to each other, but he was the only one who was near, and there was no one on the left and right.

"That\'s the first time I saw so many bosses present, and I was also nervous..." Zimikas looked excited, and instructed the younger brothers to bring tea and water back and forth, although most of them were rejected by the guests rudely and rudely. .

"But they\'re not you, they shouldn\'t be nervous." Glover tightened the bandage on his arm.

Zimikas was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "Hey, you new here, what about politeness? You just talk to seniors like this?"

In this atmosphere, behind Glover and Tsimikas, Midila Rolfe was sitting in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

Here is the Blood Bottle Gang.

Amid the noise, he said to himself silently.

He is back.

finally came back.

"Oh damn, the barber is here too, I\'ve never dealt with that guy..."

"Me too, Hei Shuzi detained my subordinate, I wanted to ask him for some news, but he actually said no, damn, you\'re kidding me..."

"It\'s obviously an emerald festival, we should be lying down and earning money, but the result... fuck, it\'s really bad luck."

"Since your business is good, when are you going to take care of the brothers?"

"I went to find Qingpi, but the gang of fat-minded people didn\'t want to care about anything. It\'s a pity that I still follow the rules. As a result, at the critical moment, it\'s not worth it, and the **** who collect money and do nothing..."

Rolfe was breathing in a trance, listening to the bosses talking about topics that he seemed to be familiar with.

He knew what it was like here.

also know what kind of stuff is in here.

Darkness, cruelty, hypocrisy, inferior, shameless, out of order, invisible—

"Wow, Rolf, you are now a member of the Blood Bottle Gang, it\'s different!"

"Hey, as soon as the boss heard that Rolfe was with the eldest sister, he immediately freaked out!"

"Deserved, who let him treat us so badly before, hum, we will go to his shop every day to find trouble!"

A familiar and illusory voice sounded in his ears, and Rolfe trembled!

what happened?

The Ghost with the Wind raised his head subconsciously, but all the local blood bottle gangs in the Emerald City were in the warehouse.

No one was calling him.

Nobody knew him.

Nobody cared about him.

no one.

Rolfe reacted, feeling a little lost and a little sad for a moment.

After all, he is no longer here.

However……

"Rolfe, I heard that there is a big battle in Hongfang Street tonight, how about it, do you want to do it?"

Hongfang Street?

At that moment, Rolfe felt his heart skip a beat.

"Ghost with the wind, your mission is very simple: harass, transfer, harass, transfer again, and completely separate them on Hongfang Street..."

The Ghost of the Wind.

Rolfe\'s hand trembled slightly while holding the prosthesis.

"Yo, Rolfe, how come you have so many people here? Why, Miss Catherine is cowardly?"

"Rolf, I heard that you were spotted by a big man in the gang? So is the backstage of our gang a rich woman or a big landowner? It\'s not really a magician, right? It\'s the kind of magic trick?"

In the chaos, Rolf couldn\'t distinguish the past from the present for a moment. The familiar noise around him was combined with the past in his impressions, and it was indistinguishable. He turned back into the smug and frivolous ghost in the blood bottle gang.

"There are two black silks that are in the limelight right now, one is called \'Steel Cone\' and the other is called \'Quiet Killer\', but they are arrogant, tsk tsk, ghost with the wind, what do you say?"

"Hahahaha, did you see the faces of Spin and Dorno? They were assigned to watch out! Watch out! Haha!"

"Really, I heard it when I was out in the air! Sister Catherine said that when you have enough qualifications, Rolfe, the southern suburbs will be assigned to you! You have to cover your brother a little!"

"Rolfe, you are so powerful at such a young age, how could you be number one in the Blood Bottle Gang?"

Snapped!

Rolfe looked up in surprise and found that it was Glover who patted him.

"Are you okay?" Zombie frowned. He looked at Zimikas in front of him, and added unnaturally, "Uh, Teto, little brother?"

Is he okay?

Rolfe nodded, let go of the illusory echo in his ears, and returned to reality.

Of course.

Of course he\'s fine.

Until the next sound broke the atmosphere in the warehouse.

"blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah," a sinister and cold voice sounded from one end of the round table, "You Emerald City, you have to delay a meeting for so long, are you waiting for sugar?"

The moment ?? heard this voice, Rolfe involuntarily tightened his breath.

No.

No.

The warehouse was quiet, and all eyes were turned to the person who was speaking - it was the man in the dark red coat, sitting alone and lazily at one end of the round table, with a malicious expression.

Several bosses exchanged glances, and one of them made a gesture, and the men behind him understood it, and pulled their sleeves forward and shouted:

"Hey, stranger, what did you say?"

The man in the dark red coat just smiled and said nothing, but the few men behind him who looked like ruthless characters stepped forward without fear and confronted these people.

"Damn it, as expected from the capital," Tsimikas, who was squeezed into the corner, rubbed his hands and whispered, "It looks like you can fight!"

Glover snorted.

Just when the dispute between the two parties was about to rise from a quarrel to a push, the "wanderer" Fogg, who had been silent at the round table, finally spoke:

"Quiet."

The venue immediately quieted down, Fogg took out his pipe in a hurry, and the entourage behind him came up to light a cigarette for him:

"Since people, um, I mean most of them are here to work, let\'s get started."

Duro waved his hand, and Tsimikas hurriedly kicked out the younger brothers who were carrying tea and water (he had hurriedly accepted in the past few days), but just as he was about to drive Rolf, Glover slapped him. Holding on to his shoulder, Tsimikas grimaced in pain and had to give up.

Fog took a cigarette and calmly looked at the guest in the red coat opposite: "Welcome our guest first, yes, you have all seen him: Mr. blah-blah-blah from the capital."

Crack, snap, snap — Fogg took the lead in applauding.

But apart from him, no one in the warehouse applauded, instead there was a sparse laugh.

The man in the red coat laughed, and the entourage behind him looked bad.

"It\'s okay, I rarely come to Emerald City, so some of you haven\'t seen me, but it doesn\'t matter," the man said, "I\'m from the capital, my name is Nekra, and of course, some people call me \'Red Pit Viper\' , huh, \'someone\'."

Nekra.

Red Viper.

There was quite a commotion in the warehouse.

By the wall, Rolfe felt himself trembling slightly.

He tried his best to control his emotions so that they wouldn\'t affect the flow of air around him.

"So, the legend is true?"

On the round table, Gutierrez, who was lean and ruthless, who was in charge of the underground black fist business, pressed the joints on his fists and said coldly:

"Boss Nekra, I heard that you escaped the pursuit of Black Sword, so he gave you this nickname? Red Viper?"

The red viper shrugged.

"Hey, that\'s so mysterious," Nekra said, "I was lucky enough to survive the night when Black Sword killed Lausanne and Turnbull bosses more than ten years ago."

As soon as these words came out, the blood bottle gang members in the warehouse began to whisper.

Nekra smiled: "As for whether he gave this nickname, well, I never had a chance to ask him."

"Trust me, you will have a chance," Boss Fogg said lightly, "Xiaohong."

There was laughter from the warehouse, and Nekra\'s smile slowly stiffened.

"Looks like he doesn\'t deal with Fergie?" whispered Glover.

"How could that be," Tsimikas bit his head, "The Blood Bottle Gang is united..."

But the bosses don\'t seem to think so.

"Forgive me for the lack of information, Mr. Fogg," the barber Balta on the round table looked as if he had just come from the barber shop. He even had a work apron in his pocket, and the skirt was dragged outside for a while. Cut, "We didn\'t hear before we came that there are colleagues from Wangdu coming to \'instruct the work\'?"

"It\'s a coincidence, I haven\'t heard of it." The good Tommy said with a smile.

"I didn\'t hear about it at least a week ago." Gamandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, added coldly.

Fergie snorted.

"Yeah, when he showed up at the door," Fergie shook his head, "I was weird too."

The bosses all turned their eyes and looked at the red viper.

"Yo, don\'t look outside," Nekra laughed, "I heard that you were temporarily in trouble, so I came to help!"

encountered difficulties.

Glover made a note in his heart.

"I heard? Who told me?"

Fog exhaled a puff of cigarette and glanced at the bosses at the round table: "Well, which little brat brought you here, Xiaohong?"

The wanderer\'s tone was normal, but the bosses at the round table all looked away.

"Rather than wasting time on me, old Fergie, let\'s get down to business," Nekra shook his head. "You didn\'t have the meeting for me, did you?"

Fogg stared at Nekra for a long time, then snorted coldly and looked at the bosses in the venue.

The bosses looked at each other.

"I found them."

Dung Egg Roger spoke first.

"The three thugs under my command who were missing were found yesterday—in the river," he gritted his teeth. "When they were found, they were all swollen."

"Field Notes" Franco frowned:

"No clues left?"

"What more clues?" Roger clenched his fists, "Those son of a **** black silk, they made it clear that they were going to fight—"

"Roger!" interrupted Fergie sternly.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

"Any more?" Fergie looked around the round table.

"My people, when we were sweeping the streets last week, we lost three more at the end of the day."

Standing in the Glory District, Tarimi, who was in charge of the market business, sighed: "Including my brother-in-law, that boy is very good at fighting, he is as strong as a horse, and if he doesn\'t, he\'ll be gone. My wife is about to put it away. My ears were deaf, and my brothers were angry."

"In my casino, two bodyguards who watched the game also died," Gamandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, said coldly, "one died in his own bathtub, dyeing the water red, and the other is now None were found. There were also a lot of gamblers who never showed up after the celebrations started."

Fog said nothing, letting the pipe in his hand burn, while Nekra folded his arms and watched it all like a show.

Behind, Glover whispered to Tsimikas: "So, you are being attacked?"

But Tsimikas was equally at a loss.

"It can\'t be more obvious, the black silks are too arrogant," Roger at the round table slammed the table and said fiercely, "And we, we are being attacked!"

"Hey, hey, don\'t jump so fast!"

"Newspaper seller" Zeka frowned and interrupted him:

"The Emerald Festival is always crowded, and some people die every year. Most of them take the opportunity to seek revenge or make trouble after drinking..."

"Or did the water ghouls do it?" Tommy, the good guy next to him, smiled.

Roger\'s eyes burned.

"And me. They broke into my kennel in the middle of the night. All three guards died and were hanged upside down with their throats cut..."

On the other end, Sangare, who lives on the livestock business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes:

"But they don\'t even let the dogs go... ahhhhh! That\'s my best dog! Hounds, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breeders! My work! What! Such a cruel person, even the dog will not let go! Those **** of black silk!"

Sangaret howled and thumped the table.

"Sangare, calm down." Fergie sighed.

"I have a promising boxer," Gutierrez, who manages the underground black boxing business at the round table, said in a muffled voice, "I was still in the match the night before, but I missed work yesterday and didn\'t come. We looked for a day... This is my two It\'s the fourth fighter to lose this week, not counting those who were shouting and selling tickets in the street and then disappeared."

The bad shoemaker, Jaga, was very lavishly dressed. He wiped the ashes on the round table with disgust, and then leaned on it:

"That boxer, wouldn\'t it be because you **** him too hard and took too much to force him to run away from home?"

Gutierrez glared at him:

"His wife and children are still at home."

Jia Jia tutted and shook his head: "Tsk, that is, you are so cruel that they would rather leave their wives and children and run away?"

"The first three fighters, we ended up finding their bodies in the river."

"Wow, you are really so ruthless, the boxers are so desperate that they run away from home and jump into the river?"

"They were cut throats to death!"

"To commit suicide by cutting the neck before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how bad should you be as the boss..."

Gutierrez couldn\'t bear it any longer and stood up in anger:

"Hey!"

But before he had a seizure, Fergie slapped the table:

"Jaga!"

"Be more respectful and empathize with yourself. What if the accident happened to your people?" Fergie said solemnly.

Jaga glanced at Fergie and retreated to his seat angrily.

Gutierrez also sat down with a groan.

"Empathy?"

Roger snorted coldly:

"Mr. Jia Jia is now a member of the big chamber of commerce. The leather business is very prosperous. He has a head and a face. He is brother to the police officer. From time to time, he repairs bridges and makes up roads. Tsk tsk, how can you still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us back then, how can you possibly \'empathize\' with us scumbags?"

"Don\'t bother," Jia Jia snorted angrily: "I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang, and I am a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I will never forget this."

Right here, Nekra\'s voice sounded faintly.

"Oh, I thought the brothers in the Emerald City had a good time," the red pit viper played with a dagger and glared at Fogg, "but it sounds like your situation is very bad. It\'s going to be a slap in the face, Fergie?"

"We are the Blood Bottle Gang, so we can\'t be so useless, right?"

Hearing this familiar voice again, Rolf in the corner only felt that the blood all over his body froze.

【Why are you still alive? 】

This sinister voice rang in his ears again, and Rolfe felt his whole body tensed and chilled.

【Why did you survive? Instead of Cox, Song, Spin or Dorno? 】

That voice continued.

【Why did you, but Catherine\'s people survived, not mine? 】

No.

Rolfe took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the present.

No, this is a memory.

is just a memory.

is just a memory.

【However, a ghost who can\'t speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured and dying, how can she serve her? 】

Those memories that haunted him for seven years and never let him go.

【So, you might as well die in battle and disappear! 】

Rolfe closed his eyes.

Although the prosthesis built for him by Mindis Hall is well-made and durable, it still took him a whole year to get used to it, and he tried his best to barely reach the level of a normal person.

For seven years, he woke up from the bed countless times, feeling that his legs were still there.

He also got up and got out of bed habitually countless times, trying to step on the ground, but fell hard.

He dreamed countless times, dreaming that his legs were cut off and burned again and again, and he could only roar in vain in that unforgettable laughter.

Once, he thought he had become numb and gradually forgotten.

until now.

Now, the piercing pain returned to his legs.

"This is the meeting in the Emerald City, Xiaohong," Fogg stared at Nekra, "you don\'t need your professional advice."

The red pit viper smiled and shook the dagger.

"But Nekra\'s boss is right, if people are gone, they are gone, and the news won\'t be blocked for long," Gamandia said solemnly, "The stories of water ghouls have begun to spread on the dock, we, we must do Order anything, whatever."

There was a chorus of agreement in the warehouse.

"Fuck them!"

Roger raised his arms and roared:

"Exactly, today is your Lord\'s parade day, the vigilantes and the Emerald Legion are too busy to win! Let\'s take our troops to Beimen Bridge, kill the gang of medicine sellers, go to the world, force the \'head wolf\' out, The knife was on his ass, forcing him to pay the price!"

The whole warehouse was in a commotion, some people echoed and some people shouted.

"Battle!"

"Vengeance!"

"Give some color to the black silks!"

"Prove our attitude!"

"eye for eye!"

(end of this chapter)