Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 170: Stupid fish

69net69, the fastest update of the kingdom bloodline! This is a dilapidated warehouse on Pier No. 1 in the Canal District of Emerald City.

Cangyang, many local "bosses" with heads and faces are sitting at the edge of a large round table one after another. They have different appearances and different outfits. Some people have fierce faces, and some people wear glasses. Some people are dressed in luxurious and rich clothes, and some people are dressed in shabby and shabby clothes. . .

"Abu, I heard that you made a profit from the food you poured?"

"Get a fart! Those stingy scumbags who hire us to do all their unscrupulous work. Last week they pretended to be barons to intimidate farmers, and this week they pretended to be troubled farmers to smash the farms. now..."

"Don't let Montero hear what you said, he's a bunch of brothers who pour food..."

The 'bosses' here are obviously familiar with each other, Tommy the good guy whispering to Tarimi next door, discussing business in a low voice, Balta the Barber joking with his subordinates, laughing from time to time, whatever. The gambling stall's 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, you're still alive? I thought the water ghouls had swallowed you."

"That's right, 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 paws away, and the toothless dog won't bark less..."

As the landlord, Du Luo, who was sitting between them, also laughed and tried to join the conversation, but the bosses treated him coldly and ignored him after greeting him, making Du Luo embarrassed.

Each boss brought a famous assistant or entourage. They either leaned against the wall of the warehouse or sat on the left shelf, but compared to the ease and indifference of the bosses, these people kept their distance from each other, their eyes Alert, bad expression.

"No, they're nervous."

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

As the most powerful leader, Fogg sits silently in the best position, not saying a word. The people in the warehouse were watching, intentionally or unintentionally, a guest at the round table who was not supposed to be here—a man in a dark red coat who was grinning.

The other bosses are sitting next to each other, except for this man in a red coat, no one is near, and there is no one on the left and right.

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

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

Zimikas was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "Hey, you're new here, what's your courtesy? You just talk to seniors like this?"

In this atmosphere, behind Glover and Tsimikas, Midira Rolfe sat in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

This is the Blood Bottle Gang.

Amid the noise, he said to himself silently.

He's back.

It came back after all.

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

"Me too, Hei Shuzi buckled me. I wanted to ask him for some news, but he actually said no. Damn, you're playing with 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 doing well there, when will you take care of your brothers?"

"I went looking for Qingpi, but the gang of fat-headed people didn't want to care about anything. It was a loss that I was still following the rules, but at the critical moment, I didn't use the fart, and the **** who didn't do anything with money..."

Rolfe was breathing in a trance as he listened to the bosses talking about topics that he seemed familiar with.

He knows what it's like here.

Also know what's going on here.

Dark, cruel, hypocritical, inferior, shameless, outside the order, invisible——

【Wow, Rolf, you are now a member of the Blood Bottle Gang, and it is different! ]

【Hey, when the boss heard that Rolfe was following the eldest sister, he immediately freaked out! ]

[Deserved, who made 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 shuddered!

What's the matter?

The Ghost of the Wind raised his head subconsciously, but the people in the warehouse were the local blood bottle gang members of the Emerald City.

No one is calling him.

No one knows him.

No one cares about him.

No one.

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

After all, he's not here anymore.

However...

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

Red Square Street?

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

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

The ghost of the wind.

Rolfe shivered slightly as he pinched his prosthesis.

【Yo, Rolf, how come you have so many people here? What's the matter, Miss Catherine's head is cowardly? ]

【Rolf, I heard that

^0^ Have you been spotted by a big man in the gang? So the backstage of our help is a rich woman or a big landlord? Not really a magician, right? Kind of a trick? ]

There was chaos. For a moment, Rolf couldn't distinguish the past from the present. The familiar noise around him was combined with the impression of the past, and it was indistinguishable. After a while, he turned back to the smug and frivolous ghost of the blood bottle gang.

[There are two black silks in the limelight now, one is called 'Steel Cone' and the other is called 'Quiet Kill', but they are arrogant, tsk tsk, ghost with the wind, what do you say? ]

【Hahahaha, have you seen the faces of Spin and Dorno? They were assigned to watch out! Watch out! Ha ha! ]

【Really, I heard it when I let out the wind! Sister Catherine said, when Rolfe has enough qualifications, she will assign the southern suburbs to you! You have to cover your brother a little bit! ]

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

Clap!

Returning to reality, Rolfe looked up in surprise and found that it was Glover who patted him.

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

Is he okay?

Rolfe nodded, letting go of the phantom echoes in his ears and returning to reality.

Of course.

Of course he's fine.

Until the next sound breaks the atmosphere in the barn.

"lah-lah-lah, lah-lah-lah," a sinister and grim 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 candy? "

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

No.

No.

The warehouse was quiet, and all eyes were on 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, one of them made a gesture, and the subordinates behind him understood it, and pulled their sleeves forward and shouted:

"Hey, stranger, what did you say?"

As a guest, the man in the dark red coat just smiled and said nothing, but the few behind him who looked like ruthless characters stepped forward without fear and confronted these people: "Boss, he can say whatever he wants!"

"Damn it, as expected from the capital," Tsimikas, who was squeezed into the corner, rubbed it and whispered, "You're so arrogant, you can fight at a glance!"

Glover snorted.

"Okay."

Just when the dispute between the two parties was about to escalate from a quarrel to a push, the "wanderer" Fogg, who had been silent at the round table, finally spoke: "I still have tank fish to feed at home, start early. Well."

Speaking of this, Fergie paused, he raised his head and looked at the two groups of people in conflict, his eyes were strange:

"Oh, or anyway, who of you want to help me feed the fish?"

This sentence seems to have some magic power. The venue immediately quieted down, and the two groups of people who were arguing with each other backed away in dissatisfaction.

The guest in the dark red coat frowned and snorted.

Frog took out his pipe in a hurry, and the entourage behind him came up to light it for him:

"Now that the fish, oh, I mean most of the people are here to work, let's get started."

Duro waved, and Tsimikas hurriedly kicked out the little brothers who were bringing tea and water (he had hastily accepted these days), but just as he was about to drive Rolf, Glover With a slap on his shoulder, Tsimikas grimaced in pain and had to give up.

Fog took a cigarette and looked calmly at the guest in the red coat opposite: "Welcome our guest first, yes, you have all seen him: Mr. lah-lah-lah from the capital, It must be here to give us candy?"

There was a sparse laughter in the warehouse.

The guest in the red coat squinted, and the entourage behind him looked unhappy.

"Nice joke, Fogg. I rarely come to the Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but it doesn't matter," the guest laughed, his face gradually grimacing, "Actually, I came from the capital Come on, my name is Nekra, and of course, I'm also called 'Red Viper', huh, 'someone'."

Nekra.

The red pit viper.

The warehouse fell silent, followed by rustling whispers.

"Look! I knew I was right!" Tsimikas exclaimed.

"I know him." Glover whispered to the mute beside him.

Rolfe nodded absently, he could feel himself shaking slightly.

The Ghost of the Wind strives to control its emotions so that they do not affect the flow of air around them.

"It turned out to be the famous boss of Nekra. Welcome."

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, "I have a small question: I heard that the nickname of the red pit viper is Did Heijian take it for you himself?"

Frog's eyes moved.

Amid the commotion, the red pit viper shrugged.

"Oh, how mysterious," Nekra laughed, "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 commotion in the warehouse was even more intense.

"Look! The black sword can't kill the big guy!" Tsimikas is excited

^0^ Road to Glover.

"Of course, as for whether the nickname was given by Black Sword," Nekra continued, shrugging indifferently, "Well, I never asked him."

"Trust me, you will," Boss Fogg said suddenly, "Little Red."

There was another burst of laughter in the warehouse, mostly from the local gang, while Nekra's smile slowly stiffened.

"It looks like he doesn't deal with Fergie?" whispered Glover.

"How could it be," Zimikas said, "The Blood Bottles are united as one..."

But the bosses don't seem to think so.

"Sorry for my lack of information, Mr. Fogg," the barber Balta on the round table looked as if he had just come from the barber shop, and even had a work apron in his pocket, with a dragging skirt. A section outside, "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." Tommy, the good man, said with a smile.

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

Frog snorted softly.

"Yeah, when dear Nekra appeared at the door of the house," the "wanderer" shook his head, "I'm also very surprised: what are you doing?"

The bosses all turned their eyes to the red pit viper.

"Yo, don't look outside," Nekra laughed, "I heard that you have encountered difficulties temporarily, no, the Blood Bottles help each other, so I'm here to help!"

After listening to the red pit viper, the bosses around the round table frowned and exchanged glances.

Temporarily encountered difficulties.

Glover made a note in his heart.

But he didn't notice Rolf beside him.

At that moment, when I heard the familiar savage voice again, the ghost with the wind in the corner only felt that the blood all over his body was freezing.

【Why are you still alive? ]

The sinister voice rang in his ears again, and Rolfe felt a chill all over his body.

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

The voice continues.

【Why is it 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.

Just a memory.

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 have been entangled in the 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 Mindith Hall is well-made and durable, it still took him a whole year to get used to it and try his best to barely reach the level of a normal person.

He's woken up from bed countless times over the years feeling his legs are still there.

He also got up and got out of bed countless times habitually, 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 gloomy laughter.

At one time, he thought he had become numb and gradually forgotten.

Until now.

Now, the excruciating pain returned to his legs.

"I heard? Did you hear?"

Frog exhaled a cigarette and glanced at the bosses at the round table: "Well, then, who did you listen to, Xiaohong?"

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

"Instead of caring about this, old Fogg, let's focus on the business," Nekra smiled. "Like, what difficulties did you encounter?"

"Does this have anything to do with you?" Fergie asked casually.

"This has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang." Nekra's eyes gleamed.

"My fish," said Fergie suddenly.

Nekra startled: "What?"

The bosses at the table were also puzzled.

I saw Fergie sighed: "I've been out for too long, what about the fish in my house?"

Including Nekra, the bosses looked at each other, not knowing why.

Glover frowned against the wall.

"That, Boss Fogg," Franco, the "Scenario" at the table, asked tentatively, "Boss Nekra has come from a long way, and it's the Emerald Celebration, otherwise we shouldn't be so serious, why don't we go somewhere else? Eat and talk—”

"I found them."

But at this moment, the other boss on the table, Roger "Dung" with a ferocious expression took the lead and interrupted Franco:

"The one I was missing was found yesterday - it was all in the river, and everyone was swollen and rotten."

The expressions of the bosses present changed slightly, Fogg was silent, and Nekra was thoughtful.

Roger looked at the bosses and gritted his teeth: "Fuck him paralyzed."

"Oh, there are casualties," Nekra clicked, looking at Fogg across from him, "It's no small matter, is it?"

But Fergie took a puff and said nothing.

"Record" Franco glanced at Nekra, as if to blame him for not speaking, but after all, Franco didn't say anything, just frowned

^0^ header:

"Who did it? No clues left?"

"What more clues are there?" Roger clenched his fists, "North Gate Bridge! Those son of a **** black silks, they made it clear that they were going to fight—"

"Roger!" Franco interrupted sharply.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

"Well, I understand, the black silk is messing with us, in the Emerald City," as a guest, Nekra snorted, looking around the round table, "Frog, you are the boss, don't you say something?"

Frog looked up, but sighed.

"You know, those in my tank are piranhas," Fogg muttered inexplicably, fanning the sparks on his pipe, "they're picky eaters. They only eat meat, and they're not easy to raise."

The bosses frowned again.

"Cough cough, that, everyone, my people went out to sweep the streets last week, and when they finished work, they disappeared again, and they are missing until now."

There was an eerie silence, entrenched in the Glory District, Tarimi, who was in charge of the market business, coughed and said:

"It includes my brother-in-law, who is very good at fighting and is as strong as a horse. If he doesn't, he'll be gone. My wife is almost deaf from crying, and my brothers are also very angry. "

"Like you, in my casino, two bodyguards who watched the game died," said Gamandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, coldly. "One died in the sink, turning the water red, and the other died. None have been found so far. There are also many gamblers who have never been seen since the celebration began."

Roger scolded sympathetically, while the others frowned.

Frog said nothing, letting his pipe burn.

In the back, Glover whispered to the bewildered Tsimikas: "So, you're being attacked?"

"It doesn't sound good," Nekra folded his arms at the other end of the round table, and came to the same conclusion as Glover: "We, in the Emerald City, in the Queen's City, in the Blood Bottle Gang have been with us since ancient times. In the dominant territory, was attacked?"

"It couldn't be more obvious!" Roger on the round table slammed the table and said fiercely, "The black silks are too arrogant, they must pay the price!"

"Don't jump so fast, Roger."

"Newspaper seller" Zeka frowned and interrupted:

"The Emerald Festival has always been crowded, and every year some people die, most of them seeking revenge or making trouble after drinking..."

"Hey, wouldn't it be the water ghouls?" Tommy, the good guy next to him, smiled.

Roger's eyes burned: "You son of a bitch..."

"So," Franco interrupted hastily, looking like he was used to the role of presiding, "anyone else?"

"Me!"

On the other end, Sangare, who lives in the livestock business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes: "They broke into my kennel in the middle of the night, and all the guards died, and they were hanged upside down with their throats cut... "

"But compared to that, they don't even let dogs go... ahhhhhhhh! That's my best dog! Hounds, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breeders My hard work! What kind of person is so cruel, even a dog! Those black sons of a bitch!"

Sangaret howls and thumps the table.

Fog frowned, smoking a cigarette, Nekra sneered faintly, and the gang members in the warehouse whispered.

"The Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang are going to go to war, now?" Glover patted Rolf and whispered a question, but the latter didn't answer him.

"Sangare, we got it, calm down." Franco, the clerk at the round table, sighed.

"And me, I have a promising punch," Gutierrez, who manages the underground black boxing business at the round table, said in a sullen voice, "I was still competing the night before, but I missed work yesterday and didn't come, so we looked for it. One day...it's the fourth punch I've lost in two weeks, not counting the people who go out on the street and sell tickets and disappear."

The atmosphere at the round table became more solemn.

"But..."

"Bad Shoemaker" Jia Jia was dressed very lavishly, he wiped the dust on the round table with disgust, and then leaned on it:

"I don't mean anything else, but with your criminal record... that punch, wouldn't it be that you **** him too hard and deducted too much, forcing 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: "Tut, that is, you are so cruel that they would rather leave their wives and children and run away?"

"First punch, we also finally found their bodies in the river."

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

"They were cut throats!"

"You have to cut your neck to commit suicide before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how bad it must be for you to be the boss..."

Gutierrez couldn't bear it anymore and stood up in anger:

"Hey!"

But before he could attack, the red pit viper on the other side made a sudden noise.

"Oh, I thought the brothers in the Emerald City had a good life, after all, the city of wealth is backed by the city. But it sounds like your situation is very bad, not only are you beaten for nothing, but your own people are not Legal unity?"

The red pit viper was playing with a dagger and glaring at Fogg:

"You know, we are the Blood Bottle Gang!"

Gutierrez and Jaga looked at each other, the former grunted angrily, and finally sat back to his seat at the mediation of Franco.

"Unity?"

Roger on the other side snorted sarcastically:

^0^ "Mr. Jia Jia can now be in the limelight. He is no longer the stinking leather worker before, but a member of the big chamber of commerce. The leather business is very prosperous! I also built bridges to make up roads. I heard that I went to the Kongming Palace for a banquet a few days ago? Tsk tsk, how can I still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us back then, how can I tell us about this group of nasty bad guys. 'Unity'?"

"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, and Boss Fogg knows this very well."

"It's only now that you think of the boss," Gutierrez sneered, "what do you usually do to eat?"

The quarrel at the round table seemed to continue, but Nekra spoke again.

"Don't worry!"

The red pit viper tutted, looking directly at Fergie: "We all know the difficulties you've encountered, and that's why you're here, right, old Fergie?"

The voice fell, and all the people at the round table looked at Fogg.

But the latter is still smoking a cigarette.

"Nekra," after a few seconds, Fogg exhaled a cigarette, "Do you know how to keep a tank of piranhas?"

Nekra and the others frowned.

"You have to be careful to prepare the feed, the meat feed, and put it little by little, without a little blood," Fogg shook his head, "but there is too much blood, no, they are insatiable..."

"Stop talking about your fish, Fergie," interrupted Nekra, "and stop playing dead, you're the boss, you have to do something."

In the warehouse, it was quiet for a moment.

"This is a meeting in the Emerald City, Xiaohong," Fogg looked at Nekra. "If you don't understand fish farming, don't express your opinion."

The red pit viper swings the dagger with a smile.

"But Boss Nekra is right, we're suffering losses, and what's worse is that the news won't be blocked for long, it's demoralizing," Gamandia was the first to hold back, he said. , "The stories of the water ghouls are starting to spread on the docks, we, we must do something, no matter what."

There is a chorus of agreement in the warehouse.

"Fuck them!"

Roger raised his arms and roared:

"I figured it out, today is your Lord's parade day, the vigilantes and the Jade Corps are too busy to win. Let's find a good time, gather our people to go to Beimen Bridge, find the gang of medicine sellers, go to the world, put 'Head Wolf' Lazance forced him out, put a knife in his asshole, forced him to pay the price! Spit out everything that ate us!"

"Battle!"

"Vengeance!"

"Show the black silks some color!"

Gutierrez, Tarimi, Sangare... The people in half the warehouse were in a commotion~IndoMTL.com~ Some people echoed, some shouted.

"Prove our attitude!"

"Blood for blood!"

"Long live the Blood Bottle Gang!"

"Well, that's a bit interesting." Nekra nodded with a smile.

On the other half of the round table, the field reporter Franco, the bad shoemaker Jaga, the good Tommy, the newspaper seller Zeka and others did not shout. On the contrary, they were embarrassed and frowning.

"Humph."

In the midst of the heated crusade, the wanderer Fogg snorted coldly and lowered his head to smoke:

"A tank of stupid fish."

My dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^