Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 170: Stupid fish

This is a dilapidated warehouse on Pier 7 in the Emerald City Canal District.

In the middle of the warehouse, many local "bosses" with heads and faces are seated at a large round table one after another. They have different appearances and different outfits. They are full of luxury and wealth, and some people's clothes are shabby and shabby.

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

"What a fart! Those misers who dumped food, hired us to do all the unscrupulous work. Last week, they pretended to be the baron's subordinates to intimidate the peasants. This week, they pretended to be riotous peasants and smashed the farm. It's..."

"Hey, don't let Montero hear you, he's the group of brothers who don't want money..."

The "bosses" here are obviously familiar with each other: the good guy Tommy whispers to the neighbor Tarimi, discussing business in a low voice, and the "barber" Balta jokes with his subordinates, laughing from time to time. Gamandia, the gambler, stared viciously at the bosses in the audience, while Franco, the "recorder", and Zeka, the "newspaper seller", taunted each other.

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

"Yeah, how about this, to celebrate that I'm not dead, I'll take you to the high seas some other day, for a show?"

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

"Oh, you two, put your paws away, and the dog with no teeth will bark less..."

As a landlord, Douluo, who was sitting among them, also laughed and tried to join the conversation, but the bosses treated him coldly and ignored him after greeting him, embarrassing Douluo.

Each boss brought one to three assistants or attendants. They either leaned against the wall of the warehouse or sat on leftover shelves, but compared to the relaxed and indifferent bosses, these people kept a distance from each other. The eyes are wary and the expression is unfriendly.

"No, they are nervous."

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

He noticed that the people in the warehouse were staring intentionally or unconsciously at a grinning man in a dark red coat at the round table.

Other bosses are sitting next to each other, but he is the only one who is not approached, and there is no one on the left and right sides.

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

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

Zimikas was stunned, and said angrily: "Hey, you are new here, how are you polite? Are you talking to seniors like this?"

In such an atmosphere, behind Glover and Zimikas, Midilla Rolf sat in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

This is the Blood Bottle Gang.

In the midst of the noise, he said to himself silently.

He is back.

He's back after all.

"Oh damn, the barber is here too, I never get along with that guy..."

"Me too, the black silk has detained my subordinates, I wanted to ask him for some information, but he actually said no, **** it, you are kidding me..."

"Obviously it's the Emerald Festival, we were supposed to lie down and earn money, but it turned out... Fuck, what a bad luck."

"Since your business is doing well there, when will you take care of the brothers?"

"I went to find Qingpi, but it turned out that those fat-headed **** didn't want to care about anything. Fortunately, I followed the rules and joined the ranks, but at the critical moment, I was useless, and those **** who took money and didn't do anything..."

Rolfe breathed in a trance, listening to the bosses, with playful smiles or ferocious expressions, talking about topics that seemed familiar to him.

He knows what it's like here.

I also know what's in it.

Darkness, cruelty, hypocrisy, baseness, shamelessness, out of order, out of sight——

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

"Hey, when the boss heard that you, Rolf, followed the eldest sister, he was so frightened that he froze!"

"It deserves it, who made him treat us so badly before, hum, let's go to his shop every day to make trouble!"

A familiar yet illusory voice sounded in his ear, and Rolf trembled!

What's going on?

The ghost with the wind raised his head subconsciously, but the people in the warehouse were all local blood bottle gang members from Emerald City.

No one is calling him.

No one knew him.

No one cares about him.

Nobody.

After Rolf realized it, he felt a little lost and sad for a moment.

After all, he's not here anymore.

However...

"Rolf, I heard that there is a big fight on Red Square Street tonight, how about it, do you want to do it?"

Red Square Street?

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

"Ghost with the wind, your task is very simple: harass, move, harass, move again, completely separate them on Red Square Street..."

Ghost with the wind.

Rolf's hand holding the artificial limb was shaking slightly.

"Hey, Rolf, how come you have so few people here? Why, sister Catherine is scared?"

"Rolf, I heard that you have been spotted by a big man in the gang? So is the backstage of our gang a rich woman or a big landlord? It can't really be a magician, can it? The kind that can do magic tricks?"

In the chaos, Rolf couldn't tell the past from the present for a moment. The familiar noises around him combined with the past in his memory, and it was inseparable, as if he was this silent and cold dumb Rolf for a while. After a while, he turned back into that frivolous, self-satisfied wind-follower of the Blood Bottle Gang.

"Now there are two black silks that are in the limelight, one is called 'Steel Cone' and the other is called 'Silence Killer', but they are arrogant, tsk tsk, ghost with the wind, what do you say?"

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

"Really, I heard it when I was letting out the wind! Sister Catherine said that when you have enough qualifications, Rolf, I will give you the area in the southern suburbs! You have to cover your brothers! "

"Rolf, you are so powerful at such a young age, when will you become the number one in the Blood Bottle Gang?"

Crack!

Rolfe looked up in surprise and found that Glover had patted him.

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

Is he okay?

Rolf 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.

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

The moment Rolf heard this voice, he unconsciously tightened his breath.

No.

No.

The warehouse fell silent, and all eyes were on the speaker—it was the man in the dark red coat, sitting alone and lazily at the end of the round table, with a malicious expression on his face.

Several bosses exchanged glances, and one of them made a gesture, and the subordinates behind him understood, pulling their sleeves and yelling:

"Hey, outlander, what are you talking about?"

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

"Holy shit, it's worthy of coming from the capital of the kingdom," Zimikas who was squeezed into the corner rubbed his hands, and whispered, "It's pretty good at just looking at it!"

Glorver snorted secretly.

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

"Quiet."

The venue immediately fell silent, Fogg unhurriedly took out his pipe, and the entourage behind him came up to light a cigarette for him:

"Now that people, well, I mean most of them are here to work, let's get started."

Duro waved his hand, and Zimikas hurriedly drove out the boys who brought tea and water (hastily accepted by him in the past few days), but just as he was about to drive Rolf away, Glover A slap on his shoulder made Zimikas grin his teeth in pain, so he had no choice but to give up.

Fogg took a puff of cigarette, looked calmly at the opposite guest wearing a red coat: "Welcome our guest first, that's right, you've all seen him: Mr. from the Royal Capital."

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

But apart from him, no one in the warehouse applauded, but there was a burst of sparse laughter.

The man in the red coat chuckled, while the followers behind him looked unkind.

"It's okay, I rarely come to the Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but that's okay," the man said, "I come from the capital, and my name is Nekla, of course, some people call me 'Red' Viper', ha, 'someone'."

Nekla.

Red Viper.

There was quite a commotion in the warehouse.

By the wall, Rolf felt himself trembling slightly.

He tried to control his emotions so that they would not interfere with the air flow around him.

"So, the legend is true?"

On the round table, Gutierrez, who was lean and cold, in charge of the underground black boxing business, pressed the knuckles on his fist and said coldly:

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

The Red Adder shrugged.

"Hey, it's so mysterious," Nekla said, "I survived the night that Black Sword killed Lausanne and Boss Turnbull more than ten years ago."

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

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

"Trust me, you will have a chance," Boss Fogg said calmly, "Little Red."

There was laughter in the warehouse, and Nekla's smile gradually froze.

"It seems that he and Fogg are not getting along?" Glover whispered.

"How could it be?" Zimikas bite the bullet, "The Blood Bottle Gang is united..."

But the bosses don't seem to think so.

"Forgive me for being ill-informed, Boss Fogg." On the round table, the barber Balta had an honest look, as if he had just come from the barber shop, and even had his work apron in his pocket and his skirt was dragging. On the outside, "We didn't hear before we came that there are colleagues from Wangdu coming to 'guidance work'?"

"Coincidentally, I haven't heard of it either." The good guy Tommy said with a smile.

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

Fogg snorted softly.

"Yeah, when he appeared at the door," Fogg shook his head, "I was also very strange."

The bosses all turned their eyes to look at the red viper.

"Hey, don't look outside," Nekla laughed, "I heard that you are in trouble temporarily, so I came to help you!"

Having encountered difficulties.

Glorver made a note in his heart.

"I heard? Who did you listen to?"

Fogg let out a mouthful of cigarettes, and glanced at the bosses on the round table: "Well, which little **** brought you here, Xiaohong?"

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

"Instead of wasting time on me, Old Fogg, you'd better get down to business," Nekla shook his head and said, "You didn't hold the meeting because of me, did you?"

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

The bosses looked at each other.

"I found them."

Roger the Dung Egg spoke first.

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

"Journey" Franco frowned:

"No clue left?"

"What more clues do you need?" Roger clenched his fists, "Those black silk sons of a bitch, they clearly want to start a war—"

"Roger!" Fogg interrupted sharply.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glorver frowned.

"Is there any more?" Fogg looked around the round table.

"My people, when we were sweeping the streets last week, three of them were gone when we finished work."

Tarimi, who is entrenched in the Glory District and is in charge of the market business, sighed: "Including my brother-in-law, that kid is very good at fighting, he is as strong as a horse, if he says no, he will be gone. My wife I almost deafened my ears from crying, and the brothers are also very angry."

"In my casino, two spectator bodyguards also died," Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, said coldly, "One died in his own bathtub, staining the water red, and the other None have been found until now. There are still many gamblers who have never shown up since the celebration started.”

Fogg didn't say a word, and let the pipe in his hand burn, while Nekla folded his arms and watched all this as if watching a show.

In the rear, Glover asked Zimikas in a low voice: "So, you are being attacked?"

But Zimikas was also at a loss.

"It couldn't be more obvious, the black silks are too arrogant," Roger on the round table thumped the table, and said ruthlessly, "And we, we are being attacked!"

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

The "newspaper seller" Zeka interrupted him with a frown:

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

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

Roger's eyes lit up when he heard that.

"And me, my kennel was broken into by them in the middle of the night, all three guards died, their throats were cut and they were hung upside down..."

On the other side, Sangarei, who lives on the poultry business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes:

"But they don't even spare dogs...Ahhhhhh! That's my best dog! Hunting dogs, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breed dogs! My heart Ah! What kind of people are so cruel that they don’t even let dogs go! Those black silk bastards!”

Sangarei howled angrily and thumped the table.

"Sangarei, calm down." Fogg sighed.

"I have a very promising boxer," Gutierrez, who was in charge of the underground boxing business at the round table, said in a muffled voice. It's the fourth fighter I've lost in two weeks, not counting the ones who were hawking tickets on the street and then disappeared."

Bad shoemaker Jia Jia dressed very richly. He wiped the ashes on the round table in disgust before leaning on it:

"That boxer, it's not because you **** him too hard and withheld 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: "Tsk, that is, you are so cruel that they would rather leave their wives and children and run away?"

"The first three fighters, we finally found 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 to death!"

"You want to cut your neck and commit suicide before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how badly you must be the boss..."

Gutierrez couldn't bear it anymore and stood up angrily:

"Hey!"

But before he had an attack, Fogg slapped the table:

"Jaga!"

"Be respectful and empathize with me. What if the accident happened to one of your people?" Fogg said in a deep voice.

Jia Jia took a look at Fogg and retreated to his seat angrily.

Gutierrez also groaned and sat down.

"Empathy?"

Roger snorted coldly:

"Master Jiajia is now in the top position. He is a member of the Great Chamber of Commerce. The leather business is booming. He has a head and a face. He is a brother and brother with the police officer. He repairs bridges and roads from time to time. I heard that he went to Kongming a few days ago. Tsk tsk, how can you still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us, how can you 'empathize' with our group of low-spirited villains?"

"Don't worry about it," Jia Jia snorted angrily, "I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang, and I'm a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I'll never forget that."

Right here, Nekla's voice sounded faintly.

"Oh, I thought the brothers in the Emerald City were having a good time." Red Viper played with a dagger, looking directly at Fogg, "But it sounds like your situation is very bad. , was beaten by the fraternity, Fogg?"

"We are the blood bottle gang, we can't be so useless, right?"

Hearing this familiar voice again, Rolf in the corner felt his blood froze.

【Why are you still alive? 】

The sinister voice rang in his ears again, and Rolf felt his whole body tense and cold.

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

The voice continues.

【Why are you and Catherine's people survived, but not mine? 】

No.

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

No, it's a memory.

Just a memory.

Just, memories.

【However, how can a Wind Follower who can't speak, has no legs, and is dying of serious injuries serve her? 】

Those memories that have been entangled with him for seven years and never let him go.

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

Rolf closed his eyes.

Although the prosthetic limbs made for him by Mindis Hall were 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.

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

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

He even dreamed countless times, dreaming that his legs were cut off and burned again and again, but he could only roar in vain amidst the sinister laughter that will never be forgotten.

Once upon a time, he thought that he had slowly become numb and gradually forgotten.

Until now.

Now, the heart-piercing pain returned to his leg.

"This is a meeting in Emerald City, Xiaohong," Fogg stared at Nekla, "I don't need your professional advice."

Red Viper smiled and shook the dagger.

"But Boss Nekla is right. When people are gone, they are gone. The news cannot be blocked for long," Garmandia said in a deep voice. We have to do something, whatever."

There was a chorus of agreement from the warehouse ~IndoMTL.com~ Fuck 'em! "

Roger raised his arms and roared:

"It just so happens that today is your lord's parade day, and the police officers and the Jade Legion are too busy to win! Let's take the men and horses to the North Gate Bridge, **** those drug sellers to death, go all over the world, and force the 'wolf' Come out, put a knife on his asshole, and force him to pay the price!"

People in the entire warehouse commotion, some echoed, some shouted.

"Let's go!"

"Revenge!"

"Give some color to the black silk!"

"Prove our attitude!"

"Blood debt paid in blood!"

(End of this chapter)