Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 185: Wind Ghost (Part 1)

"Bang!"

With the wind howling, several ventilation windows on the second floor of the warehouse slammed open!

The dazzling sunlight suddenly poured into the dim warehouse, dazzling everyone for a while, and many people raised their hands to cover it subconsciously, while raising their weapons vigilantly.

"Ah! It's so bright!"

"Who's on it!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Calm down!"

"Be careful!"

"Who is going to see?"

"Hold on!"

In the chaos, the red pit viper had to stun the audience with its roar, forcing the gang members who had just experienced a fight to calm down and slowly adapt to the light in front of them.

"Nobody's here, not an intrusion."

Gutierrez climbed up to the second floor with one kick. He picked up the broken window and inserted it. At the same time, he vigilantly paid attention to the movement on the roof: "Maybe the wind is a bit stronger?"

Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the high tension after the war.

"Damn, what kind of monster wind is this tm?" Sangarei wiped the blood from his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew into the warehouse again, causing everyone to stretch out their hands to cover the dust.

"Who knows, maybe it's retribution, for what we did." Duro looked at a broken window and snorted coldly.

Frog gave him a mixed look.

"The wind is so strong that so many windows are opened? Are you sure there is no one else above?" Gamandia looked up at the ventilation windows on both sides of her head, and her doubts disappeared.

"If you doubt it, why don't you come up and see for yourself? Afraid of death?" Gutierrez gave him a cold face.

"Stop arguing, go see a few more people!"

Nekra said impatiently, and he had to raise the volume to cover the wind: "Block the main road, search the warehouses on the front, back, left and right, no one is allowed to leave whether it is a guard, a supervisor, or a workman! Until Find out who's doing the trick!"

"Remember to keep a low profile!" Sangare reminded, "Don't let the whole dock know about this..."

“Know what?”

Duro rubbed the blood on his hands and satirized dissatisfiedly: "Do you know that you stabbed your own people in my field? Or do you know that you violated the city's laws and committed murder in the Emerald City?"

"Duro, old man, I know your bad temper," Nekra said coldly, "but you'd better shut up about things you don't understand."

Duro snorted in response: "What if you don't shut up?"

Nekra's expression turned cold, and Fogg hurriedly interrupted them:

"Brother Douro, about this—"

At this moment, the masked man in black who had been standing silently in the shadow suddenly said:

"Where are you taking her?"

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads:

At some point, Kathleen, lying in a pool of blood, disappeared.

"Where are the people?"

"What the hell!"

In the uproar in the warehouse, the man in black slowly turned around.

Help everyone follow his gaze:

In the shadow of the setting sun, Kathleen, who had passed out, was being held by an unfamiliar figure, and the latter was walking along the wall, under the cover of the backlight, slowly and quietly, walking towards the warehouse in a low-key manner. Go through the back door.

"Damn! Damn!"

"Someone wants to sneak!"

"Surround him!"

The remaining gang members reacted instantly and quickly blocked the exit.

Holding Catherine's unfamiliar figure for a while and had to stop there.

"You bastards! How come no one found out!"

"Is this guy walking silently?"

"It was too windy just now..."

"The window is open, the light is not good!"

"It's okay, he's alone!"

One step closer.

The figure that appeared suddenly——Rolfe glanced at the blocked exit in front of him, then looked at Catherine, who was seriously injured and passed out in her arms, and sighed softly.

One step away, I went out.

Just one step.

He lowered his head and looked at Kathleen, who was dying in his arms, a little lost.

Nekla and Fogg's men shouted at each other, stepped on the blood and rushed up, surrounding him to death.

"I missed a fish."

Frog frowned and looked at Rolfe: "I haven't seen you, are you from Catherine?"

People under Catherine.

Rolf clenched his fists.

He lowered his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar woman in front of him: the years had made her wrinkled and white hair, far less than the high-spirited appearance of the year, and the serious injury at the moment made her look weak and weak, no longer domineering and sharp.

"The fight was so intense just now that you can still survive. Could it be that you have been playing dead?"

The red pit viper stared at his back, killing intent gradually revealed:

"Just to take advantage of the chaos to save the knife bitch?"

On the other side, Duro stared blankly at Rolfe with a surprised expression.

This is... the younger brother of the new Fat Dun Wyya?

Wait, what about Fatty?

In the crowd, Zimikas recognized Rolfe and was about to exclaim subconsciously, but Glover, who was gnashing his teeth next to him, covered his mouth and dragged him backward.

Damn, damn, damn!

I knew it! No self-awareness, no discipline, no listening to people's advice - I know this dumb can't be trusted!

But the focus of everyone's attention - Rolfe still stood there, ignoring the murderous gang in front of him, just looking at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes.

"No, Turnbull, no..."

The pale-faced Phantom Blade closed his eyes and murmured unconsciously, tightly covering the wound on his broken arm, and his abdomen was even more bloody.

Appears to be seriously wounded and dying.

Rolfe was in a trance for a while, as if he saw his former self, lying in the ruins and pools of blood on Hongfang Street, desperately waiting for death.

But...

【Tell me, knife bitch, that playful Rolf, did you give him a chance? ]

Rolfe's heart aches.

[When you take the so-called "most trusted, most promising general" as an abandoned son, as a sacrifice, as a bait... send him to an overnight war to die in vain... so that you can rise one inch by one step. When stepping up to the top...]

【Did you give him a chance? ]

Rolfe turned his head sharply, afraid to look at her again.

"Kill him," ordered the red pit viper coldly, "be neat."

"Wait!"

Frog made a sudden noise, calling out his subordinates who were about to do it.

The homeless stepped forward.

"You still dare to rescue her at this time, so he's a hero." Fergie looked at Rolfe's back. "Put her down, I won't kill you."

There are quite a few loyal followers of Kathleen.

It's a pity.

But Rolfe stood there, ignoring it.

"Frog!"

The red pit viper is quite dissatisfied with this: "This is not the time to promote grace!"

"We are not murderers," Fogg rebuffed him. "The goal has been achieved, the overall situation is set, and there is no need to shed more blood."

Nekra chuckled: "That's right, it seems like it wasn't you who stabbed her in the back just now—"

"The reason why you can still talk in my place, Xiaohong!"

Frog turned his head suddenly, his expression fierce and threatening:

"You're not a good speaker."

Nekra's expression changed.

Silence in the warehouse.

For a moment, the red pit viper gleamed fiercely, and his subordinates were ready for another fire fight.

But in the end, Nekra took a deep breath and looked at the man in black who said nothing:

"Now, you're the boss, what do you say?"

But the man in black remained silent and did not speak, and the eyes behind the goggles did not know where to look.

The red pit viper frowned, but Fergie ignored the two of them and said to Rolfe directly:

"Son, you're still young and bloody, which is good! So, you don't deserve to die for such a dirty thing."

Frog looked at the tragic state of the Magic Blade and sighed:

"Even if you leave your life, you can take revenge on me later."

His words caused a murmur in the warehouse.

"I'll just say, he's old." Gamandia said dissatisfied.

Leave your life for revenge.

These words made Rolfe's mind sink slightly.

Revenge?

"Hey! Did you hear that, man!"

The red pit viper calls out to Rolfe impatiently.

This unforgettable voice made Rolfe tremble slightly.

He seems to be aching again below his knees.

Revenge?

He held Katherine's hand subconsciously, and the phantom blade groaned in pain.

Rolfe turned slowly and looked at the red pit viper.

"Let her go and you can live and maybe be appreciated," Nekra glanced at Ferg and sneered, "That's what our big-hearted Boss Ferg said."

This scumbag, he didn't recognize me.

Rolfe looked at Nekra, angry at first, then empty.

After so many things, so many years...

He doesn't even remember what I look like?

"Wasting time and killing him directly? We didn't—" Sangare protested on the side.

But another voice interrupted him:

"Teto, is that your name?"

Duro said in a deep voice:

"I don't know what your relationship is with Boss Kathleen, but... let her go and come back."

Duro looked around and muttered:

"It's not worth it for a bunch of scum who kill each other."

These words made many gang members express dissatisfaction.

The red pit viper thought: "Duro, do you know this guy? Is he your subordinate?"

"None of your business, scumbag."

Nekla sneered at herself.

"Put her down, dumb! Don't go crazy!"

In the crowd, Zimikas suddenly exerted his strength and broke away from Glover's palm in an instant: "They are really ruthless characters, not a **** like me, they will really kill you!"

When the time comes, the boss of Douro, and us, the younger brothers, will not be left behind!

Zimikas remembered something, and hurriedly shook the shocked Glover beside him:

"Fat Dun, that's your brother, just say something!"

Brother?

Sensing the gazes of those around him, Glover's expression changed.

Damn!

Hearing the familiar name, Rolfe looked at Glover with puzzled eyes.

This time, the zombie can understand what he means without translation:

Why haven't you left yet?

Let's go!

Glover was on fire.

This **** dumb, crippled, mentally handicapped, idiot - when they broke into Fuxing Palace and were captured, why didn't the royal guards beat this bad guy to death?

But there is no other way, Glover can only suppress his anger and respond to Zimikas' request against the bad eyes around him:

"Cough, Teto, brother? Uh, I know, Catherine Boss is kind to you, but... forget it, let's go home, remember? Home?"

Home?

Rolfe is in a trance.

Home.

He suddenly remembered another place.

That is the manor of the Kevin Deere family, the basement of the vampires.

At that time, he was tightly bound in the shackles and became their blood supply, unable to survive or die.

His company is despair.

Until the boy arrives.

【So, are you willing to break free from this shackle? ]

Shackles?

Rolfe's breath shudders.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fergie's tone slowly became serious: "Put her down, young man."

Let her go?

Rolfe lowered his head again, looking at the eldest sister's head in his arms, the phantom blade, Kathleen, and... those who might have betrayed him.

At this moment, he became the focal point of the field. The Men in Black, Nekra, Fogg, Duro, Glover, Tsimikas—all eyes were on him.

Put her down.

As long as you let go of her, you can live.

Put down?

The next second, Rolfe walked towards the wall.

The surrounding gang members were nervous, but Fogg gestured to keep them calm.

The Glover in the crowd watched this scene, and despite cursing inwardly, he couldn't help holding his breath.

Rolf leaned against the wall and gently lowered Kathleen.

While some were relieved, some were slightly disappointed.

But just as Rolfe was about to get up, the unconscious Catherine reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly!

It's like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Rolfe frowned slightly as he looked at his wrist.

He lightly grabbed the hand of the eldest sister's head, and slowly but firmly, tore it away.

"Very good."

Frog nodded, his words a little sad.

Rolfe stood up silently without saying a word.

"That's right, I thought you had a lot of seeds, but you're still afraid of death." Nekra sneered.

"You guys, go to the finish," the red pit viper looked in Rolf's direction and lowered his voice, "remember, 'finish'..."

His two thugs knew it, and they clenched the machetes in their hands and walked towards Rolfe with a bad look.

"Hey, get out of the way..."

Looking at the approaching person, Rolfe's expression changed.

The next second, he slumped in an instant, and smashed his elbow into the belly of the person who was in front of him—Boom!

He moves with skill and looks as if he's done it a thousand times before.

"Uh-"

The opponent shrank down in pain.

"No!"

"He didn't surrender!"

"Kill him!"

There was a roar in the warehouse, and another thug shouted and charged with a machete.

Call—

A small, rushing breeze swept across the thug's face, causing the thug to close his eyes.

The next second, he was greeted by Rolf's side kick.

Bang!

The second thug screamed and flew a meter away with a machete, falling to the ground.

The clamor in the warehouse is louder:

"Damn!"

"Dare to make a sneak attack!"

"Wrap around!"

No one knew that Rolf was at peace when he did it.

But it's also very confusing.

Why did he take action?

Why are you asking for trouble?

Even inflicting comrades?

For revenge? For gratitude?

In order to break the past? For years of resentment?

For an opportunity, a statement?

Rolfe doesn't know.

I don't know.

That woman, whether it's the Magic Blade or Kathleen, is obviously just an ordinary gang leader, isn't she?

She even betrayed him, didn't she!

And he, hasn't he decided to leave it behind?

Hasn't he already gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, has opened his eyes, has transformed himself, found a new life, and is no longer the street gangster who can be excited by a few words in the past?

Not anymore!

He has no reason to save her!

No reason to intervene!

There is no reason!

Rolfe told himself this, over and over again, painful, resentful, unbearable, and unwilling.

But just now.

Just now...

When he saw Catherine lying in a pool of blood, holding a mutilated body, struggling desperately, dying...

[Get rid of this shackles, and then, with this broken body, struggle in this world and live on. ]

The boy's words echoed in my ears:

[Look how cruel it can be. ]

Rolf clenched his fists.

Just now, just when they - whether Fogg, Nekra, Tsimikas, or Duro, Glover - just when they had different reasons, but uniformly wanted him to "put her down" when.

【Would you like to? ]

At that moment, he, Midila Rolfe, who had lost his legs, lost his past, lost himself, and who had been lost for too long... suddenly understood.

【Struggle again. ]

【Would you like to? ]

Rolfe's breathing accelerated, he raised his head, and looked at the roaring blood bottle gang in front of him.

Let her go?

No.

He grinned slightly and let out a smile.

These people, these dicks, these bad people, these...

What they want him to put down, what they want to force him to put down...

Everything about this **** world, all in one voice, forcing Midra Rolfe to put down...

Not her! ! !

【Struggle again! ]

Thinking of this, Rolfe took a step forward with a smile, slowly raised his left hand, and showed it to Nekra—

A **** ~IndoMTL.com~ including Nekra, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Middle finger?

What does it mean?

Only Glover sighed.

"Fuck it, I knew there was a fraud," Nek stretched his hand to appease the clamoring gang members, and glanced at Fogg, "A person who wants to die can't be stopped if he wants to— Fergie, do you still want to show your grace now?"

Frog didn't answer, he just looked at Rolfe who was standing in front of Catherine with a complicated expression.

Duro took a deep breath. He looked at Rolfe standing in the corner, alone in front of so many people, with more admiration in his eyes.

In the crowd, Glover clenched his fists and pushed away Tsimikas, who was shivering and trying to say something to him.

The terrifying black-clothed killer still stands in the shadows, not saying a word.

"Fog, what do you say? You want to buy people's hearts?" Nekra said maliciously.

Frog frowned.

He took a deep look at Rolf, who was smiling, and suddenly understood: The reason for this is very simple.

Because he wanted to.

That's all.

And this kind of simplicity is something he lost many years ago, and maybe he will never have it again in this life.

The next second, Fogg closed his eyes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

"Up!"

The three sword-wielding gang members in the front row looked at each other. They looked at their hapless companions, raised their weapons vigilantly, and slowly surrounded them.

Faced with an impending fight, Rolfe's first move was to bend down and touch his knees with his hands.

His knee is still intact.

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