Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 167: Death

A guide boat sailed past the canal pier. A man sitting on the bow, who didn't know whether he was a boatman or a porter, raised his wine bottle and yelled in a strange southern tune, whether it was a folk song or a minor tune. Toys:

"When I was young, the village was bully, but when I grow up, I don't discuss anything! My father owes the lord tax in the fields, and my mother pays the master for being a weaver. I just don't believe in fate, and I want to come to the city to find a good wife!"

His voice echoed on the canal, attracting responses from boats on both sides and people on both sides of the pier:

"Good motherfu..."

Behind the man, five or six people were also wearing coarse clothes. In the autumn season, laborers and porters in single clothes gathered on the other side of the boat, also holding a bottle of wine, yelling and booing obliviously.

The arrival of the Emerald Festival has made the busy docks and warehouses in the canal area much cleaner.

On weekdays, ship watchers, supervisors, bookkeepers, expediters, food managers, all the guys who are qualified to yell at people, or the civilized and decent citizens of Emerald City, have long since lost their lives. Leave everything behind, dress like a dog and go to the carnival. Now in the canal area, except for a few merchant ships who are in a hurry to check accounts, load and unload cargo, there are only low-level laborers who have no work and no spare money to do nothing. Gathering together, gambling and drinking, hanging out in groups, trying every means to find happiness, intoxication, vanity, madness or other things that can give even a little bit of meaning to their so-called leisure time.

For the time being, it can be regarded as an alternative carnival that fits the atmosphere of the Queen's day.

On the other side of the pier, another group of porters gathered around the fire to play cards. One of them threw down a pack of bad cards and responded to his colleagues on the boat. His local accent was hard to change, but his voice was loud:

"On the edge of the Emerald City, you can carry it on your shoulders. The sun rises and the moon sets. The wages are low, there is no food, no clothes, and no wife. The year is the same. The black-hearted boss Nima has a short life! "

Scattered responses sounded from all around, dragging out a long voice:

"Life is not long..."

Under such an environment, Glover and Rolf clung to the side of the road, moving forward in a low-key manner, passing one berthing dock and freight warehouse one after another.

The zombie is wearing a coat commonly seen by porters on the docks, and is wearing a lot of bandages because of his unhealed injuries. He tried his best to bend his back in order to blend in with the locals.

Ghost with the Wind took off his mask, revealing the remaining tattoos on his face that he had slowly picked out over the past few years, as well as the scary scars from his neck to his chin. But he looked around indifferently.

"The rhythm and volume should be the chant they sing when they are working," Glover whispered, "It seems that they also like to sing in their spare time."

It's just the lyrics, there may be changes.

Rolf didn't speak, just looked around vigilantly.

"After carrying the seafood, I will build the city wall. My waist is thick and my shoulders are wide. I beg your wife. Please let me put it at your house. Fuck it until it gets dark!"

A man with a big arm and a round waist but with old clothes is walking on the road with a painted street prostitute in his arms, screaming back towards the other side of the canal:

"It's useless to **** a bastard, Ming Dynasty will still work hard!"

The prostitute next to him slapped him hard, urging him to walk quickly and hurry up. He still has a lot of business today.

There were echoing voices around again, but this time, the responding people had a disagreement, some with evil smiles, and some roaring out bitterness:

"It's bright!"

"Work hard..."

A group of drunken men passed Glover and Rolf shoulder to shoulder, without even looking at them.

Rolf withdrew his vigilant eyes, and secretly made a few gestures to Glover:

【You, dress up, no way. 】

Looking at the dazzling string of sign language, Glover frowned fiercely.

Why did Mallos let me talk to this dumb...

"Yes, there is a small leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in a nearby warehouse, and I heard that he is going to host other gang gatherings," the zombie pretended to communicate smoothly with the other party, "Morgan asked several It came out, you know, asked in a 'good voice'."

Gritting his teeth, Rolf tried to slow down his gestures:

[No! You, height, dress, cause, attention! 】

In the eyes of Glover, he only felt that the other party shook the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

With a stiff face, he fully utilized the logic of human communication, guessing what Rolf said in order to respond:

"You are right, the Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years, and has participated in half of the transportation and storage business on the dock. From porters, laborers, coachmen to warehouse guards, they have many ears and eyes and are deeply rooted."

Rolf took a deep breath, tried to recall the prince's etiquette teachings, and gestured:

[You, understand, I, talk, no? 】

"Yes, so in their territory, we can never be too careful."

[You, yes, idiot. 】

"Thanks, you too, good luck."

[Stupid! idiot! idiot! 】

"I know, so we have a plan."

[Fuck, you, Mom. 】

"Yes, there was an accident, you find the way, and I will be in the rear."

[Forget it. 】

"We'll be fine."

[...]

Rolf gave up completely, he no longer made any gestures, just looked at the road ahead with no expression on his face.

There is no need to play "you draw, I guess", Glover is relieved anyway, thinking that it would be great if D.D was here. Although that boy can't sleep without a puppet bear at night, at least he knows sign language , Can communicate with the dumb without hindrance.

They walked through a disorganized warehouse, two men wrestled with each other with red faces, and some people around them tried to fight, and some people yelled loudly.

There are more and more idlers around, and there are more and more chants echoing back and forth on the pier:

"Why don't you give birth to a little bitch, marry an old rich man and become a phoenix, and the old rich man still hates the dowry, I'm so angry that I'll dig him out! My grandparents give birth to us, and she will suffer me in the setting sun Grow!"

"Grow up..."

"After chopping up the old rich and chopping up the boss, first ask the duke and then the king: why don't I share in the good times, can the son of a **** pay me back! Take off the vest and become a killer, I have more land and money Mother-in-law!"

"Many women..."

The two passed by a sentry box, and two warehouse guards sat on two chairs, frowning at these idlers who had nothing to do.

"These **** porters, just drink, gamble, and go whoring," one of the young guards snorted, "you dare to yell these reckless tunes, let the boss hear them, and whip them..."

"Let them go, these bitterness, this is the time to vent all year round," another elderly guard leisurely lit a cigarette, and opened a bag of dried fruit, "Otherwise they will be suffocated, boss and old rich We must be fine, those of us who look at the warehouse, hehe, we really don't live long."

"We are covered by the blood bottle gang here, they dare!"

"Ha, where do you think the legend of the water ghoul dying at the pier came from?"

The young guard was taken aback, and his voice became quieter:

"Water ghoul? But isn't that made up to scare children?"

"I've been working here for almost twenty years. This city can eat people," the old guard chewed the dried fruit contentedly. Even the security hall, and even the important figures in the Kongming Palace, can only walk away silently, and there is nothing to do."

Cannibalism.

The young guard swallowed his throat and whispered:

"I heard a few days ago that the old Duke of Kongming Palace was not killed by an assassin, but was eaten by a water ghoul?"

The older guard froze for a moment, then changed his face instantly:

"I didn't notice it before, why do you talk so much? Are you free? Go to the warehouse when you have nothing to do!"

Glorver and Rolf looked at each other, then continued to turn into the next road.

The chant on the pier still came clearly:

"Kill all the nobles, kill the profiteers, and the officials must pay their debts: I will remember all the bad things in my heart, and I will pay back all the good things a hundred times! At worst, I will take a trip on the prison river, and I will taste the justice on the ferry!"

"Just try it..."

The canal disappeared behind, and locked warehouses and warehouses appeared in front of my eyes. Many men with fierce faces were sitting on the side of the road or leaning against the corner. When they saw two people coming, they stood up slowly. , looking malicious.

One of them was the first one, playing with a thin rod in his hand, and wearing a bright red turban on his head.

Glorver and Rolf looked serious, they exchanged glances, and moved forward step by step.

Found it.

"Stop."

Before they moved forward, the man in the red turban waved the thin pole in his hand and lazily called them to stop.

"I've been staring at you for a long time, isn't it on the pier?" The red turban narrowed his eyes, "Where did you come from? What are you doing?"

Glorver frowned and turned to look at Rolf.

The ghost following the wind raised his eyebrows.

OK.

Glorver took a deep breath.

Although negotiating is not his forte, but...

Who else can you count on?

The zombie turned around unnaturally and coughed:

"I heard that this is the place of the Blood Bottle Gang, let's find someone."

As soon as Glover opened his mouth, the red turban's eyes lit up.

"Hey, outsider," he motioned to the boys around to make way for him, while tapping the thin rod in his palm, "knowing that this place is covered by the Blood Bottle Gang, how dare you come to 'find someone' , Do you think your life is too long?"

Can he speak directly, and can he not draw a long tone?

And Glover is a little annoyed, why does he always knock on that thin pole?

Rolf pushed him, Glover came back to his senses.

"That," the zombie said unnaturally, subconsciously, "do you know Moss or Diop?"

Red Turban and his subordinates were all taken aback.

"What? Who?"

Rolf's heart twitched, and he let out a long sigh.

Fuck.

The next second, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in front of the warehouse, making Glover tremble.

"Oh, um," Glover looked at Rolf, and finally remembered the plan in advance, "They said that Boss Zimikas is recruiting here, and we want to join."

As soon as he said this, the expression of the man in the red turban changed.

He straightened up unconsciously and raised his chin.

"Boss Zimikas? Oh, that's Boss Fogg's fierce general, Boss Douro's subordinate! The warehouse master at the seventh pier in the canal area!"

The man in the red turban showed an inscrutable expression, and his tone was ethereal:

"He's very picky, not everyone can be attracted to him and join the group smoothly, do you know that?"

The younger brothers around nodded in unison.

Glorver frowned: Damn, can he really not use his fists to ask questions?

"However, it seems that you are not small, that's all right, I will give you a chance," the red turban man's eyes changed, and he looked very embarrassed, "Recently, the situation is special, and our rules are relatively strict. Pay the security deposit..."

Golover's eyes changed:

"Why is this special?"

"It's none of your business. I'm the boss in charge of this area. If you want to join the gang, you can hand it in alone..."

"You are not."

The man in the red turban who was waving a thin pole and talking endlessly was taken aback when he heard this:

"What?"

Glorver pouted his chin: "You are not the boss of this area."

"Why?"

"You are wearing a red hood."

The expression of the man in the red turban changed, and he snorted coldly:

"Hey, do you know what this turban is? Let me tell you, in Emerald City, anyone who sees a turban of our color will give it to anyone..."

On the other side, Rolf chuckled.

The man in the red turban feels insulted.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Why, look down on our blood bottle gang?"

He raised his voice and looked ferocious, and the younger brothers around him showed vicious expressions in cooperation.

Rolf waved his hand, but still couldn't stop laughing, and had to tear off a scarf to cover his face.

"Speak up! Are you dumb?" the red scarf snapped.

Glorver coughed.

"Well, people who have been in the blood bottle gang for a long time usually don't wear red headscarves, unless they go out to fight," the zombie stated, "only newbies do this, you are new here ?”

The man in the red turban was stunned.

Also stunned were his little brothers.

Golover thought of another possibility and blurted out:

"Oh, or impersonation?"

There was a moment of silence in front of the warehouse door.

In the next second, the man wearing a red turban became angry and waved a thin stick:

"I grass your mother's little bastard"

But halfway through swinging the thin pole, the red scarf looked at Glover's size, showing hesitation.

"Zimikas!"

At this time, a thick but gentle voice came, attracting everyone's attention.

"Boss!" The man in the red turban of Zimikas immediately recovered his anger, and straightened his back with his little brothers.

A capable man walked out of the warehouse. At first glance, he was dressed like an ordinary warehouse worker, but Glover and Rolf both changed their expressions.

The man who made the sound walked up to Glover and Rolf. He had sharp eyes, well-developed muscles, and his left arm was especially thick.

"What a guy," the burly man looked at Glover and was amazed by his figure, "It seems that he is not the cannon fodder sent by others to make trouble."

Zimikas hid beside the boss with a flying look:

"Hey, this is Boss Douro, Boss Fogg's subordinate! You guys are miserable, but the labor boss himself..."

But before he finished speaking, Du Luo moved his arm lightly, and his elbow seemed to be light, but it knocked Zimikas to a halt, and he backed away uncomfortablely covering his chest.

"It looks like you guys know how to do it," Duro narrowed his eyes, and looked at Glover and Rolf, "I'll be careless, maybe it's the police officer who heard the news and came undercover to investigate, right? "

Glorver and Rolf frowned. They didn't need to talk, they could feel that this boss was different from his subordinates, and his strength was extraordinary.

"In Emerald City, police officers don't need to go undercover."

Glorver said in a muffled voice:

"They can walk in with swagger, just like you can walk into the guard hall."

Duro rolled his eyes.

"That makes sense, this is the Emerald City after all," he rubbed his hands, "Then you are the people from the black silk side?"

Black silk.

Zimikas and his little brothers all became nervous.

"No. I used to be a member of the gang," Glover was silent for a while, "I've been away for a long time, and now I'm back, looking for work."

Duro raises his eyebrows:

"Interesting, gang member? Which boss are you following?"

"I used to be in the capital, a circus den, and followed Kes to sweep the streets."

Duluo was stunned: "The capital? Circus den, Kex? Street sweeper? Are you sweeping the floor?"

"Oh, you mean the clown? Clowns?"

Zimikas' expression changed, and he waved his arms a few times excitedly: "It is said that the boss of the king's capital who can conjure flying knives out of thin air and take people's lives invisible, is one of the eight extremely powerful supernatural fighters?"

Glorver frowned.

Zimikas took off the red turban and approached Douro:

"Boss is like this, street sweeping is just a way of saying..."

Duro was obviously not very clear about these stories about the Blood Bottle Gang, and he frowned while listening.

Zimikas' expression froze in the middle of speaking.

"No, I've heard people say that the clown has been dead for ten years, and his circus den has been scattered for a long time. Where did you come from?"

Duro's expression changed.

"Seven years."

Glorver was silent for a while, and spoke with difficulty:

"Kiss died seven years ago, in Wangdu, Red Square Street, in a night of war."

"I collected the corpse for him."

Rolf couldn't help but glanced at Glover, and found that the latter's expression was extremely complicated.

Dou Luo understood and was silent for a while.

"Good guy, what's your name?"

Name?

This question stopped Glover, he opened his mouth to speak, hesitating for a long time:

"Fat, fat."

Duro was taken aback, but Zimikas laughed out loud.

Even Rolf looked contemptuous.

"Boss is asking for your name, the kind that can be written on paper!"

Golover gritted his teeth, only to feel his mind go blank.

"My name is..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rolf secretly stabbed him.

"My name is Wyah!"

Glorver was shocked and realized:

"Yes, everyone calls me 'Fatty' Wyah."

At that moment, Rolf just wanted to suffocate himself in the face towel.

"Wyah?"

Duro frowned, remembering something:

"With your body shape, it's okay to be fat, but Huai Ya... Hey, there are quite a lot of people with this name now."

He turned to Rolf:

"What about you? With scars?"

Zimikas didn't dare to say anything to Glover, but when he saw the target shifting, he immediately became proud:

"You! With scars! The boss is asking you something! Are you dumb!"

Rolf frowned at him.

Until Glover spoke unnaturally:

"He is indeed dumb."

Oh... oh?

Several people were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"He is my brother, his name is..."

Golover instinctively said:

"Totto, his name is Teto, I call him little Teto."

What the **** is this name?

Rolf's complexion turned darker.

"Very well, Wyatt, I'd better call you Fatty, Fatty, Teto," Douro pondered for a while, "You say you are from the gang, and you have followed that clown in the capital, how do you prove it? ? Do you have an introducer?"

As soon as this remark came out, Glover's expression darkened.

Just when Rolf thought he had nothing to say and they could only run away, Glover let out a breath.

"The person brought out by the clown was Dalton at the same time as me: a hot-headed lunatic who robbed at the gate of the police station, went to prison, and then disappeared."

Glorfoll's expression is gloomy:

"'Three Hands' Foen was a thief, but unfortunately he didn't have a fourth hand. After being caught, he was beaten to death."

Zimikas quickly recalled something.

Duro did not speak.

"And Dorno, who was scared by the clown's throwing knife since he was a child, was cowardly and insidious, only dared to sneak attack from behind, and died on Red Square Street as well."

"And Spencer, that guy has great strength and good luck. Once he offended the clown, but he didn't die, so he went to the other boss to collect the bill. Later, um, he should have died too."

After saying this, Glover clenched his fists.

Rolf looked at him, his eyes flickering.

Duro looked at the zombie's fist, but still questioned:

"That is to say, these people are now dead without evidence, and you are talking nonsense, and no one knows?"

Glorver was silent for a while:

"There is also Tinker, who became a thug, and Lilian, who is the most promising, was taken away by Sister Laiya, and is now doing business in the clubhouse, which is very prosperous."

"Ah, I know Lilian!" Zimikas burst into excitement, "The last time I went to the capital to help out, I passed by the clubhouse, and those big tits..."

Duro waved lightly, and Zimikas bent down again, clutching his stomach.

"I believe what you said is true," Duro looked at Glover, "but these people you said, they are either dead or far away in the capital, and there is no way to prove it."

Proof.

Rolf swallowed his throat, and he unconsciously extended his hands to the two short knives on his back waist.

Golover glanced at Douro.

"When the clown practiced throwing knives, he likes to let a living person hold a target. He said that it feels like this."

He stepped forward and opened his sleeves:

"Ordinary people don't have the marks left by clowns practicing flying knives."

Duro and Rolf took a closer look, and sure enough, there were countless scratches on the side of Glover's fat palm.

Zimikas leaned forward, cocked his mouth and said:

"How do I know you didn't draw it with a knife..."

Glorver turned his head suddenly, full of murderous aura, which made Zimikas shrink back in fright.

"When you raise the target, in order to avoid injury, you will try your best to turn your arm sideways, so the scars are all concentrated on the outer side of the forearm," Glover said in a low voice, "while the flying knife passed by, the marks of the piercing, followed by It's different when you draw it with a knife."

Duro looked at Glover differently.

Rolf stared fixedly at Glover, not knowing what to think.

Zimikas looked at his boss, then at Glover, a little aggrieved: "Tch, you are right..."

Duro sighed: "After the clown died, why didn't you go to the other boss's subordinates?"

"No one likes the clown's men because people think they are being clown..."

Glorfolk paused for a moment, and an invisible light flashed in his eyes:

"Torturing as crazy as him."

"So, Fatty, where have you been all these years?"

"I went to Xihuang to serve as a soldier."

Zimikas's eyes lit up:

"You said Xihuang? Ha, haha! You can't quibble! Let me tell you, the boss of our Douluo retired from Xihuang!"

Golover and Rolf were surprised.

Surprisingly, Du Luo frowned.

Zimikas looked like "you are finished":

"Boss, he is the general who leads the troops on the battlefield! He has experienced hundreds of battles and fought **** battles with orcs and bone men! He also fought side by side with the famous Legendary Wing, drank at the same table, called him brother, and wished to take out his heart to"

For the third time, he was forced to stop talking by Du Luo's elbow.

"You said you have been to the desert," Douro's tone tightened, showing calmness and vigilance, "Which army did you serve in?"

Rolf glared at Glover.

"I fight for the Croma family, Thundercrow, the second commando." The zombie replied calmly.

"Oh, Thundercrow?"

Duro rolled his eyes:

"I heard that there is a big guy who can fight over there, named Wanda. He killed the 'Meat Grinder' Sisa Dead Iron before?"

Glorver shook his head:

"I don't know, I don't even know a few words. I only know that a long time ago, there was a big guy in the army named Cohen who was a young master."

Duro raised his eyebrows:

"Oh, that's right. I remember that Thundercrow is the ace troop, and he is the son of the Chromar family. You have made a lot of money in these years, right?"

"On the contrary," Glover shook his head and denied, "'Crow' is the real son of the Cromar family. We are only raised by the stepmother, and most of the seized things will be shared with them. The rest, we have to share with them." Those crazy dogs of the standing army are snatching food."

"Well said!"

Unexpectedly, Duro suddenly raised the volume, startling everyone:

"Mad son of a bitch!"

"Old, boss?" Zimikas asked cautiously.

Duro took a deep breath:

"Then why do you want to come back to help?"

"The standing army won, we withdrew, and the Chromar family didn't support us, so we could only do a small business."

Glorver raised his head, cautiously:

"But to do business on the street, you need someone to cover you."

Duro narrowed his eyes:

"Since you were in the capital before, why didn't you go back to the capital?"

"The king's capital is very good, there are many opportunities, and he will become famous quickly," Glover replied, only feeling cold sweat, "But here, the Emerald City is full of oil and water."

"And you're short on money? Why?"

Lack of money?

Glorver was speechless again, but he had an idea.

"This is my brother, Teto, when I went to Westland," the zombie hugged the astonished Rolf, forcing himself to look sad, "his legs were broken, his throat I was also ... dumb anyway, I need money, a lot of money!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone looked at the "two brothers" with weird expressions.

Except Rolf.

Ghost with the Wind looked at Glover with a look of disgust: Who is he to deceive with this terrible acting?

Let's hurry up and get ready to run!

At this moment, Duro raised his thick left arm and slapped Glover on the shoulder.

The complexion of the zombies changed.

"Good guy!"

I saw that Du Luo was quite shocked, and wiped his crystal eyes:

"Dignity is nothing, make money for the family! Don't be ashamed!"

Glorver and Rolf embraced each other, staring at him blankly.

"Very well, Huai Ya should call you Fatty, Fatty, you are also from the army, and you have been in the gang, so I won't come with you," Duro wiped away his tears, "I His name is Cusack Douro, he is from the Western Wilderness, and he is new to the Blood Bottle Gang..."

Zimikas on one side hastily added:

"As soon as I arrived, I was personally greeted by Mr. Fogg, and I was promoted exceptionally"

Duo Luo interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I just came to Emerald City, and I just settled down at the pier a month ago, but as you can see, the other bosses in the gang want to see my jokes, and I, um, need help."

Golover glanced at Zimikas, who held his head high.

Du Luo paused, and said in a friendly voice:

"Better hands."

Glorfolk paused:

"If... there are two of us."

Duro glanced at Rolf, showing the relief of "I'm not mistaken": "Your brother is not in good health?"

"He can fight," Glover said, "but his legs and feet are not good."

"Still a mute." Zimikas reminded sourly.

Rolf snorted unhappily.

Duro pondered for a while.

"So, if you want to join the gang, come and stand up later to help make a splash," he said, "If you are not scared to pee, let's talk about joining the gang?"

Glorver and Rolf looked at each other.

"Don't worry, I won't treat my brother badly," Douro patted his chest, "Even if it's Zimikas."

Zimikas was taken aback, and quickly defended:

"I was the tour guide for Boss Douro when he came to Emerald City on the first day. Boss is generous and loyal..."

"What are you standing on? Fight or see blood?" Glover interrupted him.

"Big scene!" Zimikas said angrily.

"There's no room," Douro shook his head, "Boss Fogg is coming to my place for a meeting, why, are you scared?"

Glorver was silent for a while.

"Why, if it's 'Wanderer' Fogg, why do you want to open it with a newcomer like you?"

Duo Luo's eyes lit up.

"Good question, because Fogg is not only going to have a meeting," Du Luo gritted his teeth, "he wants to invite several other bosses in the gang to negotiate with bosses who are comparable to him."

Negotiate.

Rolf frowned.

"Negotiation? What happened?"

"Hey, we and the black silk guys... Well, let's put it this way, Fatty: Recently, something big has happened in Emerald City, or in other words, something big will happen soon."

Big deal.

Glorver and Rolf looked at each other.

Duro smiled:

"That's why Boss Fogg's subordinates, no one dares to do this except me."

Glorver was silent for a while:

"Okay, what about our compensation?"

The face of Zimikas next to him changed when he heard the words:

"Hey, you fat ass, Boss Douluo is willing to take a fancy to you, but you are a rare blessing"

He didn't finish speaking, but was interrupted by Du Luo's slap again.

"Remuneration, very good, I just like you being so direct," Douluo laughed, "So, after I finish standing today, I will go shopping in a few places, and no matter how much I charge, I will give it to you Half done."

"Half done?"

"Just today, trial period."

Glorver and Rolf exchanged glances:

"Close."

A few hours later, Glover and Rolf stood in an empty warehouse, mixed with Zimikas and other younger brothers of the Blood Bottle Gang, waiting for the first guest to arrive.

"Here, that's Boss Fogg and his most trusted subordinates."

Zimikas, who took off the red turban, straightened his back, and was sandwiched by Glover and Rolf, to be precise, Chubby Wyer and Little Teto, looking at a group of strong and fierce blood bottle gangs The crowd walked through the alley and came to the warehouse.

"Fogg the Wanderer?"

"Don't call him that! Boss doesn't like that nickname!"

"Wanderer" Fogg is not tall, but he is full of smiles. Surrounded by his subordinates, he opened his arms and greeted Douro:

"Brother Douro!"

"Fogg, good friend!" Douro laughed loudly, and also embraced Fogg.

"Oh, I'm sure I saw the right person. You can see that in such a short period of time, this place has been managed in a decent way..."

"No, I was desperate back then, thanks to you for taking me in..."

Zimikas looked at Fogg excitedly, and couldn't help showing off his knowledge:

"That's 'The Barber' Balta, yes, he is really a barber, and he is also a well-known information dealer in the gang; the 'good man' Tommy of Ancient Tomb Street, the reason why he has this nickname, let's put it this way, If you want to buy building materials in the city, you can't get around him, so no one dares to say that he is not good; 'Jianji' Franco, in the Goddess District, which theater owner wants to open a new play for public performances, it will not work without his approval..."

"There is also the 'newspaper seller' Zeka, who has monopolized the printing business in the three districts; and the 'bad shoemaker' Jaga, who started his career repairing shoes in the Skillful Hands District, and I heard that he is like a dog , Now you have entered the Lao Shizi Chamber of Commerce; 'Dung Egg' Roger, wow, this nickname is amazing, people who pick manure and clean up the sewer only listen to him, whoever offends Roger will wait for the smell in the house Smoke the sky..."

"These people, they sound like good citizens." Glover frowned.

Zimikas nodded:

"Oh, that's right, this is our Blood Bottle Gang, there are many ways to get money, especially in Emerald City, it's not just fighting and killing, unlike the shady gang at Beimenqiao Black silk..."

At this moment, Zimikas stared, breathing quickly, he shook Glover's arm:

"Look! Chubby boy! Fuck you, boss, real boss!"

Glorver followed his gaze: In the direction of the pier, a group of ruthless characters who could not be seen as locals came, all of them looked ruthless, like wild animals.

But the zombie immediately felt that something was wrong and the surrounding wind became stronger and faster.

The sound of the wind whistling back and forth made people close their eyes.

On the other side of Zimikas, Rolf stared at the group of new blood bottle gang members, his eyes cold and ominous like sharp knives.

What's wrong?

Golofo frowned deeply, he stretched out his hand to block the strange wind, looked at the group of vicious visitors, and asked Zimikas who was about to rush out excitedly:

"Who is that?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Zimikas pointed to the leader in the distance ~IndoMTL.com~ and shouted in the wind:

"That's the mainstay of the Blood Bottle Gang now, a legend!"

"In the legend, Nekla, the mighty warrior 'Red Viper' who fought fiercely with the Black Street Brotherhood in the capital for many years, resisted the black sword and did not fall, and supported the dignity of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

At that moment, Glover trembled subconsciously.

He vaguely felt an indescribable coldness emanating from Rolf beside him.

The sound of the wind is getting louder and louder, and at the same time, the tunes of the boatmen calling back and forth in the distance are sent to the ears:

"The ferrymen on the Prison River also punted, and the money collectors were half of the same team. On the road of life and death, we recognize fellow villagers, and we are good at killing lives and asking for souls! Fellow villagers will never be alone. Resurrected as a ghoul, ask for your life!"

"Let's pay back!"

(End of this chapter)