Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 167: Repayment

A guide boat sailed through the canal pier, and a man sitting on the bow, who didn't know if it was a boatman or a porter, raised his wine bottle and raised his throat, shouting in a strange southern tune, not knowing whether it was a folk song or a ditty gadgets:

"When I was a child, I was a child bully in the village, but when I grew up, everything was negotiable! The old man owed the lord's tax on the field, and the old lady worked as a weaver to pay the old man, but the old man didn't believe in his fate and wanted to come to the city to ask for a good wife!"

His voice echoed on the canal, attracting many people on both sides of the boat and on both sides of the dock to respond:

"Good mother-in-law ho..."

Behind the man, five or six people—the laborers and porters who were also dressed in coarse clothes and in the autumn season—gathered at the other end of the boat, each holding a bottle of wine, and shouting and booing in ecstasy.

The arrival of the Emerald Celebration has brought a lot of cleanliness to the bustling docks and warehouses in the Canal District.

On weekdays, the boat watchers, the overseers, the bookkeepers, the people who expedited the goods, the people who managed the meals, all the guys who were qualified to shout at people, or in other words, the civilized and decent citizens of the Emerald City, were thrown away early After everything, I went to the carnival dressed like a dog. In the canal area now, except for a small number of merchant ships that are busy with their schedules, they are still counting their accounts and loading and unloading. Gather together, gamble and drink, hang out in groups, and do whatever it takes to find happiness, narcosis, vanity, madness—or anything else that gives even the slightest sense 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.

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

"Besides the Emerald City, the Canal Pond, I carry strength on my shoulders, the sun rises and the moon sets, the wages are low, there is no food, no clothes, and no wife, the beginning of the year is the same, and the black-hearted boss Nima will not live long! "

There was a sparse response from the surroundings, and a long voice was drawn:

"Life is short..."

In such an environment, Glover and Rolfe were clinging to the side of the road, walking in a low profile, passing one dock after another and a freight warehouse.

The zombie wears the usual pier porter's coat, and is still wearing a lot of bandages because the injury has not healed, and he tries his best to hunched over his back in an attempt to blend in with the locals.

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

"This rhythm and volume should be the horn they call when they work," Glover whispered. "It seems that they like to sing in their spare time."

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

Rolfe doesn't speak, just looks around warily.

"After carrying the sea goods, I will build the city wall, my waist is thick and my shoulders are wide, I beg my mother-in-law, and I beg my mother-in-law to put it at her home, and I will **** it until it's dark and bright!"

A laborer with a big waist and outdated clothes, walking on the road with a smeared street prostitute in his arms, roared back towards the other side of the canal:

"Fucking a son of a **** is good for shit, and the Ming Dynasty is still **** hard to carry it!"

The prostitute beside him slapped him hard, urging him to walk quickly and do things quickly, because he has a lot of business today.

There were voices of reconciliation again, but this time, the people who reconciled had differences, some with evil smiles, and some roared bitterly:

"It's bright!"

"I'm hard at work..."

A group of drunken men walked past Glover and Rolfe, shoulder to shoulder, without looking at them.

Rolfe withdrew his vigilant eyes and secretly made several gestures to Glover:

【You, dress up, no. ]

Glover frowned fiercely at the dazzling string of sign language.

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

"Yes, there is a small leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in a nearby warehouse. I heard that he will entertain other gang members." Zombie pretended to communicate with each other smoothly, "Morgan asked several talents to ask It came out, you know, 'good voice' to ask."

Rolf gritted his teeth and tried to slow down:

【No! You, height, dress, draw, notice! ]

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

He froze, running the logic of human communication with all his might, speculating what Rolfe had said in response:

"You're right, the Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years and has been involved in half of the transportation and warehousing business on the wharf. From porters, mechanics, coachmen to warehouse guards, there are many ears, eyes and deep roots."

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

【You, understand, I, speak, no? ]

"Yes, so we can't be too careful on their turf."

【You, yes, you idiot. ]

"Thank you, and you too, good luck."

【Stupid! idiot! idiot! ]

"I know, so we have a plan."

【Fuck, you, mom. ]

"Yes, there is an accident, you find your way, my queen."

【Fuck—forget it. ]

"We'll be fine."

【…】

Rolfe gave up completely, he stopped making any gestures, just stared blankly at the road ahead.

You don't have to play "Draw and I guess" anymore, Glover breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be fine if DD was here. Although the boy can't sleep without the puppet bear at night, at least he is proficient in sign language. , can communicate with the mute without hindrance.

They walked through a disorganized stack, two men wrestling red-faced, surrounded by people struggling to fight, and others shouting.

There are more and more idle people around, and more and more horns echoing back and forth on the pier are getting louder and louder:

"It's better to have a little girl, marry an old rich and become a phoenix, the old rich still thinks about dowry, I will dig his guts with a knife! My mother and father give birth to us, and she will suffer me when the sun sets. Grow up!"

"You grow up..."

"After smashing the old rich and smashing the boss, first ask the duke and then ask the king: I don't have a share of the good days, can you give me some compensation for the son of a bitch! Take off the vest and become a slaughterer, if there is land and money, I will still have more Mother-in-law!"

"A lot of wives..."

The two passed a guard booth, and two warehouse guards sat on two chairs, frowning at these idlers.

"These **** porters, just drink, gamble, pay, and prostitutes," one of the young guards snorted, "and dare to shout these desperate tunes, so that the boss can hear them and see if they can't whip them..."

"Let them go, these bitterness haha, they can vent at this time of the year," another older guard lit his cigarette leisurely and opened a bag of dried fruits, "otherwise they will be suffocated, the boss and the old rich. Well, we must be fine, those of us who look at the warehouse, hehe, but really 'life is not long'."

"We're here for the Blood Bottle Gang, they dare!"

"Ha, where do you think the legend of the water ghouls taking their lives on the docks came from?"

The young guard was startled and his voice became lower:

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

"I've been working here for almost twenty years, this city, but it can eat people," the old guard chewed the dried fruit comfortably, "There are some things, some rules, not to mention the blood bottle gang. Now, even if the guard hall, and even the big man in the Kongming Palace comes, he can only walk away silently, still no way."

Eat people.

The young guard swallowed and whispered:

"I heard a few days ago that the old duke of Kongming Palace was not killed by assassins, but was eaten by water ghouls?"

The old guard was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly:

"I didn't find out before, why are you talking so much? When you are free? Go to the warehouse when you are free!"

Glover and Rolfe looked at each other and continued on to the next road.

The number on the pier is still clearly heard:

"Kill all the nobles and kill the profiteers, the officials must pay their debts: I will remember every bad thing in my heart, and every good thing will be repaid a hundred times! It's a big deal to take a trip to the prison river, and I will also taste justice on the ferry!"

"Justice hey..."

The canal disappeared behind him, and locked warehouses and stacks appeared in front of him. Many men with fierce faces were sitting on the side of the road or leaning against the corner. When they saw two people approaching, they slowly stood up. , looks ill-intentioned.

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

Glover and Rolfe froze, exchanged glances, and stepped forward.

Found.

"Stop."

Without waiting for them to advance, the man with the red hood dangled the thin pole in his hand and stopped them lazily.

"I've been staring at you for a long time, isn't it from the dock?" Red Hood narrowed his eyes, "Where did you come from? What are you doing?"

Glover frowned and turned to look at Rolf.

The Ghost of the Wind raised his eyebrows.

Okay.

Glover took a deep breath.

Although negotiating is not his forte, but...

Who else can I count on?

The zombie turned back unnaturally and coughed:

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

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

"Yo, out-of-towners," he motioned the boys around him to make way for him, tapping the thin rod in his palm, "knowing that this is the blood bottle gang, you dare to come 'find someone' , too long?"

Can he speak directly, and can't he keep his voice down?

And - Glover is a little fidgety - why does he keep hitting that thin pole?

Rolfe gave him a push, and Glover came to his senses.

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

Red Turban and his minions were taken aback.

"What? Who?"

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

Fuck.

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

"Oh, um," Glover looked at Rolfe, finally remembering the plan in advance, "they said, Boss Tsimikas is recruiting here, and we want to join."

As soon as these words came out, the man in the red hood changed his face.

He involuntarily straightens his back and lifts his chin.

"Boss Zimikas? Oh yo, that's the stalwart of Boss Fogg - Boss of Douro! The warehouse of the seventh pier in the Canal District is a tyrant!"

The man in the red hood shows an unfathomable expression and his tone is ethereal:

"He is very picky, not everyone can be attracted by him, and he will join the team smoothly, you know?"

The surrounding boys nodded in unison.

Glover frowned: Damn, can't he really ask questions with his fists?

"However, I see that you are not small, okay, let's give you a chance." The man in the red hood changed his eyes and looked very embarrassed, "The recent situation is special, we have relatively strict rules, we must first Deposit bond..."

Glover's eyes changed:

"Why is the situation special?"

"It's none of your business. I'm the boss of the film. If you want to join the team, you can hand it over by yourself..."

"You're not."

The man in red turban, who was waving a thin pole, was stunned when he heard the words:

"What?"

Glover clenched his chin: "You're not the boss of this piece."

"Why?"

"You're wearing a red hood."

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

"Hey, do you know what this turban is? I can tell you, in this Emerald City, as long as you see a turban of our color, no matter who it is, you have to give it..."

On the other side, Rolfe chuckled.

The man in the red hood feels insulted.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Why, look down on our Blood Bottle Gang?"

He raised his volume and looked fierce, and the younger brothers around him cooperated and showed ruthless expressions.

Rolfe waved his hand, but still couldn't stop laughing, so he had to pull off a shawl to wrap his face.

"Speak! Are you dumb?" said the red hooded stern.

Glover coughs.

"Well, people who have been in the Blood Bottle Gang for a long time usually don't wear red headscarves very often, unless they are out for gang fights," Zombie stated, "It's only for newbies - you are new come?"

The man in the red hood was stunned.

Equally stunned were his younger brothers.

Glover thought of another possibility and blurted out:

"Oh, or impersonation?"

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

The next second, the man wearing the red hood became angry and waved the thin pole:

"I'm **** your mother-in-law--"

But halfway through the thin pole, the Red Turban looked at Glover's size with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Zimikas!"

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

"Boss!" Tsimikas, the man in the red hood, was so angry that he immediately regained his anger and straightened his back with his younger brothers.

A capable man came out of the warehouse. At first glance, he seemed to be dressed like an ordinary warehouse worker, but Glover and Rolfe changed their expressions.

The voiced man walked up to Glover and Rolfe, sharp-eyed, muscular, with a particularly thick left arm.

"Good guy," the stout man glanced at Glover and was amazed at his stature, "It doesn't appear to be a cannon fodder sent by others to make trouble."

Zimikas hid beside the boss with a flying expression:

"Hey, this is Big Brother Fogg's subordinate general - Boss Duro! You guys are miserable, but the boss of labor actually..."

But before he finished speaking, Douro moved his arm lightly, his elbow seemed to be light, but he knocked Tsimikas into a speech, covering his chest and backing away in discomfort.

"It looks like you know what you're doing," Duro narrowed his eyes and looked at Glover and Rolfe, "I'm just kidding, shouldn't it be the vigilante who heard the wind and came to investigate undercover? "

Glover and Rolf frowned, they didn't need to talk, they could feel it: this boss is different from his subordinates, and his strength is not average.

"In the Emerald City, vigilantes don't need to be undercover."

Glover said in a muffled voice:

“They can walk in with a swagger, just like you can walk into the guard hall.”

Duro rolled his eyes.

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

Black silk.

Timikas and his little brothers all get nervous.

"No. I used to be a gang member," Glover was silent for a while. "I've been away for a long time. Now come back and find work."

Duro raised his eyebrows:

"Interesting, help? Which boss?"

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

Duro was taken aback for a moment: "The capital? Circus nest, Cox? Sweeping the streets? Are you sweeping the floors?"

"Oh, you mean Joker? Joker?"

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

Glover frowned.

Zimikas took off the red hood and leaned over to Duro:

"The boss is like this, street sweeping is just an argument..."

Duro apparently didn't know much about the blood bottle gang's anecdote, and he frowned as he listened.

Zimikas's expression suddenly froze in the middle of his speech.

"No, I heard people say that the clown has been dead for ten years, and his circus nest has been scattered for a long time. Where did you jump out of?"

Duro's expression moved.

"Seven years."

Glover was silent for a while, then spoke with difficulty:

"X died seven years ago, in the capital, Hongfang Street, a one-night war."

"The body I collected for him."

Rolfe couldn't help but glance at Glover and found the latter's expression extremely complicated.

Duro understands and is silent for a while.

"Good man, what's your name?"

Name?

This question stopped Glover, he hesitated for a long time with his mouth open:

"Fat, chubby."

Duro was startled, while Tsimikas laughed.

Even Rolf had a look of contempt.

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

Glover gritted his teeth, but his mind went blank.

"My name is..."

Rolfe stabs him secretly, seeing that the situation is not going well.

"My name is - Wyah!"

Glover was shocked and reacted:

"Yeah, everyone calls me 'Pumpty' Wyah."

At that moment, Rolfe just wanted to suffocate himself in the kerchief.

"Wya?"

Duro frowned, remembering something:

"You're fat, but it's reasonable to say that you are fat, but Wyatt... oh, there are quite a few people with this name now."

He turns to Rolfe:

"What about you? The one with scars?"

Zimikas didn't dare to say anything to Glover, but as soon as the target shifted, he immediately became arrogant:

"You! The scarred one! The boss asked you something! Are you dumb!"

Rolf frowned at him.

Until Glover speaks unnaturally:

"He is indeed dumb."

Oh... oh?

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

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

Glover is instinctively authentic:

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

What's the name of this special?

Rolfe's face darkened.

"Very good, Wyya - I'll call you Fat Duer, Fat Duer, Teto," Duro pondered for a while, "You said you were from the gang and had followed that clown in the capital, why? Proof? Do you have an introducer?"

As soon as these words came out, Glover's expression darkened.

Just when Rolfe thought he was speechless and they had to run away, Glover exhaled.

"The people brought out by the clowns, and my contemporaries were Dalton: a hot-headed lunatic who robbed at the gate of the guard hall, went to prison, and disappeared."

Glover's expression darkened:

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

Zimikas recalls something quickly.

Duro did not speak.

"And Dorno, who was frightened by the clown's flying knives since he was a child. He was timid and insidious, and only dared to sneak attack from behind. He also died on Hongfang Street."

"And Speen, that guy is strong and lucky. He offended the clown once, but he didn't die, so he went to the other boss to collect the bill. Later, um, he should have died too."

Glover clenched his fists after saying this.

Rolfe looks at him, eyes twinkling.

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

"That is to say, these people are dead now without any evidence, and no one knows about your nonsense?"

Glover was silent for a while:

"And Tinker, who became a thug, and Lillian, who was the most promising, was taken away by Mammy Laiya, and is now doing club business, which is very prosperous."

"Ah, I know Lillian!" Zimikas was excited for a while, "Last time I went to the capital to help out, passing by the clubhouse, that pair of big tits..."

Duro waved lightly, Zimikas bent over 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.

Rolfe swallowed, and involuntarily reached out to the two short blades on his lower back.

Glover glances at Douro.

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

He takes a step forward and pulls back his sleeves:

"The traces left by the clown's flying knives are not seen by ordinary people."

Duro and Rolfe took a closer look, and sure enough, there were countless scratches on the side of Glover, the fat man.

Zimikas leaned forward and said with a crooked mouth:

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

Glover turned his head sharply, full of murderous intent, causing Tsimikas to shrink back in fright.

“When you lift the target, in order to avoid injury, you will try your best to turn your arm sideways, so the scars are concentrated on the outer side of the forearm,” Glover said in a low voice, “and the marks in the piercing knife rubbed, followed by It's not the same when you draw it with a knife."

Duro looks at Glover differently.

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

Zimikas looked at his boss and then at Glover, feeling rather aggrieved: "Cut, you say yes..."

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

"Nobody likes the clowns because people think they are being clowns..."

Glover paused for a while, and there was an unseen light in his eyes:

"Torturing as crazy as he is."

"So, fat duner, where have you been all these years?"

"I went to Xihuang to become a soldier."

Zimikas' eyes lit up:

"You mean Xihuang? Ha, haha! You can't argue with this! I can tell you that our boss, Douro, retired from Xihuang!"

Glover and Rolfe are taken aback.

Surprisingly, Duro frowned.

Zimikas looks like "you're screwed":

"The boss is a general who leads troops on the battlefield! He has experienced hundreds of battles and fought **** battles with orcs and barren people! He also fought side by side with the famous Legendary Wing, drinking at the same table, calling him brothers and sisters, and wishing to dig all his heart out. to-"

The third time, he was forced to stop by Duro's elbow.

"You said you've been to the desert," Duro's tone tightened, showing calm and vigilance, "Which army did you serve in?"

Rolfe glared at Glover.

"I'm fighting for the Chroma family, Thunder Crow, Second Commando." Zombie replied calmly.

"Oh, Thunder Crow?"

Duro rolled his eyes:

"I heard there's a big guy over there who's very capable of hitting, named Wanda, who killed 'Meat Hammer' Zisa Death Iron before?"

Glover 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 who could fight named Cohen. He was a young master."

Duro raised his eyebrows:

"Oh, yes. I remember that the Thunder Crow is the ace of the army, and is the son of the Cromar family. You have made a lot of money in these years, haven't you?"

"On the contrary," Glover shook his head in denial, "The 'Head Crow' is the real son of the Chlomar family. We are only raised by the stepmother, and most of the seized items will be divided among them. Those mad **** dogs in the standing army are grabbing food."

"Well said!"

Unexpectedly, Douro suddenly raised the volume, startling everyone:

"Mad bitch!"

"Boss, boss?" Tsimikas asked cautiously.

Duro took a deep breath:

"Then why do you want to come back to the gang?"

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

Glover raised his head, cautiously:

"But doing business on the street requires someone to cover."

Duro narrowed his eyes:

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

"The royal capital is very good, there are many opportunities, and it 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 of money? Why?"

Lack of money?

Glover was speechless again, but he had an idea.

"This is my brother, Teto, when I went to the Western Wilderness," Zombie grabbed Rolfe, who was stunned, and forced himself to look sad, "His legs were broken, and his throat was broken. I was also... dumb, I need money, a lot of money!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at their "brothers" with strange expressions.

Except for Rolf.

The Ghost with the Wind looked at Glover with disgust: Who is this foolish acting?

Let's get ready to run!

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

Around the zombie, his face changed.

"Good man!"

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

"What is dignity? Make money for your family! Don't be ashamed!"

Glover and Rolfe hugged each other and looked at him blankly.

"Very good, Wyya - let's call you Fat Dun, Fat Dun, you are also from the army, and you have been in the gang, so I won't lie to you," Duro wiped his tears, "My name is Cusack Duro, I'm from Xihuang and I'm new to the Blood Bottle Gang..."

Zimikas on the side added quickly:

"As soon as I arrived, I was personally greeted by Mr. Fogg and made an exceptional promotion—"

Duro interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I just came to the Emerald City and settled at the pier a month ago, but you see, the other bosses in the gang want to see me laughing, and I, um, need people."

Glover glanced at Tsimikas, who held his head high.

Duro paused for a while, then said embarrassingly:

"Better people."

Glover paused:

"If...we had two people."

Duro glanced at Rolfe, showing the relief of "I didn't see the wrong person": "Your brother is not in good health?"

"He can fight," Glover said, "but his legs are bad."

"Still dumb," Tsimikas reminded sourly.

Rolf grunts uncomfortably.

Duro pondered for a moment.

"In this way, if you want to join the gang, come and stand up later," he said. "If you are not scared to pee, let's talk about joining the gang?"

Glover and Rolfe looked at each other.

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

Zimikas was startled and quickly defended:

"I'm the tour guide for the first day of Douro's first day in the Emerald City. The boss is generous and loyal..."

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

"Great!" Tsimikas exclaimed.

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

Glover was silent for a moment.

"Why, if it's 'Wanderer' Fogg, why do you drive here as a newcomer?"

Duro's eyes lit up.

"Good question, because Fergie isn't just going to have a meeting," Duro gritted his teeth. "He's going to invite a few other bosses in the gang, the bosses on par with him -- to negotiate."

Negotiate.

Rolf frowned.

"Negotiation? What happened?"

"Hehe, let's talk to the black silks... um, let's put it this way, Fat Dun'er: Recently, there has been a big incident in Emerald City, or in other words, a big incident is about to happen."

A major event.

Glover and Rolfe looked at each other.

Duro smiled:

"So no one under Mr. Fogg dares to do this—except me."

Glover was silent for a while:

"Okay, what about our pay?"

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

"Hey, you're a fat bastard, the boss of Douro is willing to like you, but your rare blessing-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Douro's slap again.

"Remuneration, very good, I like how direct you are," Duro laughed, "In this way, after standing on the stage today, I will go to a few places to go shopping, and no matter how much I charge, I will give it to you. Halfway through."

"Half?"

"Just today, trial period."

Glover and Rolfe exchanged glances:

"Deal."

A few hours later, a Glover and Rolf were standing in an empty warehouse, among the younger brothers of a blood bottle gang like Tsimikas, waiting for the first visitor.

"Well, that's Boss Fogg, and some of his most trusted men."

Timikas, who took off the red hood, straightened his back, and was sandwiched by Glover and Rolfe, to be precise, Fat Dumpty Wyah and Little Teto, watching a group of strong and fierce blood bottle gangs The crowd walked through the alley and came to the warehouse.

"Fog the Wanderer?"

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

"The Wanderer" Fogg is not tall, but with a smile on his face, surrounded by a group of men, he opened his arms and greeted Duro:

"Duro brother!"

"Frog, good friend!" Duro laughed and hugged him as well.

"Oh, I really didn't see the wrong person, you can see how well this place has been run in such a short period of time..."

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

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

"That's 'The Barber' Balta, yes, he's really a barber, and a well-known intelligence dealer in the gang; Tommy the Good Guy of Kofun Street, the reason for his 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; 'The Record' Franco, in the Goddess District, any theater owner wants to open a new play, and he can't do it without his approval..."

"And 'the newspaper seller' Zeka, who monopolized the printing business in three districts; and the 'bad shoemaker' Jaga, who started out repairing shoes in the Qiaoshou district, and I've heard he's a bit of a **** , now in which Roger Chamber of Commerce; 'Dunge' Roger, wow, this nickname is amazing, the dung pickers and the sewer cleaners only listen to him, whoever offends Roger will wait for the smell in the house Let's go to hell..."

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

Zimikas nodded:

"Hey, that's right~IndoMTL.com~ This is our Blood Bottle Gang, there are many ways to get money, especially in Emerald City, it's not just fighting, not like Beimen Bridge. A group of dark black silk..."

At this moment, Tsimikas's eyes widened, his breathing was short, and he shook Glover's arm:

"Look! Fatty! Damn it, boss, real boss!"

Glover followed his gaze: In the direction of the pier, there came a group of ruthless characters who were not local people at first sight. They all looked like wild animals.

But then the zombies felt something was wrong - the wind around them got stronger and faster.

The wind whistled back and forth, making people close their eyes.

And on the other side of Tsimikas, Rolfe stared at the new group of blood bottle gang members, his eyes cold and ominous like sharp knives.

What's wrong?

Glover frowned deeply, he stretched out his hand to block the gust of wind, looked at the ferocious group of visitors, and asked Zimikas, who was almost rushing out excitedly:

"Who is that?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Zimikas pointed to the leader in the distance and shouted in the wind:

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

"In the legend, the powerful warrior who fought with the Black Street Brotherhood in the capital for many years, resisted the black sword without falling, and supported the dignity of the Blood Bottle Gang - 'Red Viper' Nekra!"

At that moment, Glover shook 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 tune of the distant boatmen's back and forth is sent to the ear:

"The ferrymen of the prison river also punted the boats, and they were half companions to collect money and transport them. On the road of life and death, recognize fellow villagers, and we are also good at killing and retrieving souls! Fellow villagers are not alone from now on. /

“—return your life!”