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

Chapter 681 Wind Ghost (Part 1)

"Boom!"

Amid the howling wind, several ventilation windows on the second floor of the warehouse were knocked open with a bang!

Glaring sunlight suddenly poured into the dark warehouse, dazzled everyone for a while, many people subconsciously raised their hands to cover, and raised their weapons vigilantly at the same time.

"Ah! It's too bright!"

"Who's on top!"

"Enemy Attack!"

"Calm down!"

"Be careful!"

"Who's going to see it?"

"Hold on!"

In a burst of chaos, Red Viper had to roar to frighten the audience, forcing the gang members who had just experienced a fight to calm down and slowly adapt to the light in front of them.

"No one is here, not an invasion."

Gutierrez kicked off the wall and climbed up to the second floor. He picked up the broken window and paid attention to the movement on the roof: "Maybe it's windy?"

Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of the highly tense nerves after the battle.

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

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

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

Fogg glanced at him with complicated eyes.

"The wind is so strong that it blows so many windows open? Are you sure there is no one else up there?" Garmandia raised her head and looked at the ventilation windows on both sides above her head, her doubts were hard to dispel.

"If you doubt it, why don't you come and see for yourself? Are you afraid of death?" Gutierrez said coldly.

"Stop making noise, go and see some more people!"

Nekla said impatiently, he had to raise the volume to drown out the wind: "Block the main roads, search the front, back, left, and right warehouses, no one is allowed to leave, no matter if they are guards, supervisors, or workers! Find the culprit!"

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

"Know what?"

Duluo rubbed the blood on his hands, and satirized with dissatisfaction: "Know that you stabbed your own people in my place? Or do you know that you violated the city's laws and committed murder in Emerald City?"

"Duro, old man, I know your bad temper," Nekla said with a cold expression, "but you'd better shut up about things you don't understand."

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

Nekla's expression turned cold, and Fogg quickly interrupted them:

"Brother Douro, about this—"

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

"Where are you taking her?"

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads:

At some point, Catherine, who was lying in a pool of blood, had disappeared.

"What about people?"

"What are you doing!"

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

Help everyone follow his gaze:

In the shadow of the setting sun, the fainted Catherine was being embraced by a strange figure, and the latter was walking along the wall, under the cover of the backlight, slowly and quietly towards the warehouse. Back door forward.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Someone wants to slip!"

"Surround him!"

The rest of the gang reacted instantly and quickly blocked the exit.

Holding the strange figure of Catherine for a while, he had to stop there.

"You bastards! Why didn't anyone find out!"

"Is this guy walking silently?"

"The wind just now was too strong..."

"The window is open, the light is bad!"

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

One step closer.

The figure that appeared suddenly——Rolf glanced at the blocked exit ahead, then at Catherine, who was seriously injured and passed out in her arms, and sighed softly.

Just one step away, I went out.

Just one step.

He lowered his head, looked at the dying Catherine in his arms, and was slightly lost in thought.

The hands of Nekla and Fogg shouted to each other, rushed forward stepping on the blood, and surrounded him to death.

"I missed a fish."

Fogg frowned and looked at Rolf: "I haven't seen you, are you one of Catherine's men?"

The people under Catherine.

Rolf clenched his fists.

He lowered his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar woman in front of him: the years had left her with many wrinkles and white hair, and she was far from the high-spirited look of the past. The serious injury at this moment made her look weak and powerless, no longer the domineering and sharpness she used to be.

"The fight was so fierce just now, you can still survive, could it be that you have been playing dead?"

Red Viper stared at his back, gradually revealing his murderous intent:

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

On the other side, Douro stared blankly at Rolf with a surprised expression.

This is... the younger brother of the new fat Wyah?

Wait, where is Chubby?

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

Damn, damn, damn!

I knew it! No self-consciousness, no discipline, no listening to people's persuasion--I knew this dumb man was unreliable!

But the focus of everyone's attention - Rolf still stood where he was, ignoring the murderous helpers in front of him, and just looked at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes.

"No, Turnbull, no..."

The pale Phantom Blade closed its eyes tightly, murmured unconsciously, tightly clutching the wound on its severed arm, and its abdomen was even more bloody.

Looks badly wounded.

Rolf was in a trance for a while, as if seeing his former self, lying in the ruins and pool of blood on Red Square Street, waiting for death in despair.

But...

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

Rolf felt a pain in his heart.

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

【Did you give him a chance? 】

Rolf turned his head abruptly, not daring to look at her again.

"Kill him," Red Viper ordered coldly, "Be quick."

"Wait!"

Fogg suddenly made a sound, calling to his subordinates who were about to make a move.

The wanderer steps forward.

"He dares to rescue her at this time, so he is a hero," Fogg looked at Rolf's back, "let her go, I won't kill you."

There are quite a few loyal subordinates of Catherine.

It's a pity.

But Rolf stood where he was, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Fogg!"

Red Viper was very dissatisfied with this: "This is not the time to show your demeanor!"

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

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

"The reason why you can still speak carelessly in my territory, Xiaohong!"

Fogg suddenly turned his head, with a fierce expression and threatening words:

"It's not like you can speak well."

Nekla's expression changed.

The warehouse fell silent.

For a moment, Red Viper's eyes showed a fierce look, and his subordinates were ready for another battle.

But in the end, Nekla took a deep breath and looked at the silent man in black:

"Now, you are the boss, what do you say?"

But the man in black was still silent, not saying a word, and he didn't know where to look behind the goggles.

Red Viper frowned, but Fogg ignored the two of them and said directly to Rolf:

"Child, you are still young and bloody, that's good! So, you are even less worthy of your life for such a dirty thing."

Fogg looked at the phantom blade's miserable state, and sighed:

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

His words set off a murmur in the warehouse.

"I just said, he is old." Garmandia said dissatisfied.

Save your life and take revenge.

These words made Rolf's thoughts sink slightly.

Revenge?

"Hey! Did you hear that, man!"

Red Viper called Rolf impatiently.

This unforgettable voice made Rolf tremble slightly.

The part below his knee seemed to be aching again.

Revenge?

He subconsciously exerted force on Catherine's hand, and the phantom blade groaned in pain.

Rolf turned around slowly and looked at the Red Viper.

"If you let her go, you will be able to live, and maybe you will be appreciated." Nekla glanced at Fogg and sneered disdainfully: "This is what our big-hearted Boss Fogg said."

This scum, he didn't recognize me.

Looking at Nekla, Rolf was angry at first, and then empty.

After so many things, so many years...

He doesn't even remember what I look like?

"Is it a waste of time to just kill him? We didn't—" Sangarei protested.

But another voice interrupted him:

"Tetto, is that your name?"

Duro said in a deep voice:

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

Duro looked around and said in a muffled voice:

"For a bunch of scum who kill each other, it's not worth it."

This remark caused dissatisfaction among many gang members.

Red Viper thought for a moment: "Duluo, do you know this guy? Is he your subordinate?"

"None of your business, scum."

Neckla sneered at himself for making fun of himself.

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

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

At that time, Boss Douluo and us as younger brothers will not be able to fall behind, okay!

Zimikas thought of something, and quickly shook the shocked Glover beside him:

"Fatty, that's your brother, hurry up and say something!"

Bro?

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Glover's expression changed.

Damn it!

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

Now, zombies can understand his meaning without translation:

Why are you still not leaving?

Fuck you!

Glorver was furious.

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

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

"Hey, Teto, brother? Well, I know, Boss Catherine is kind to you, but... Forget it, let's go home, remember? Home?"

Home?

Rolf was in a trance for a while.

Home.

He suddenly remembered another place.

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

At that time, he was tightly bound in the shackles and became the blood food for their blood supply. He could not live or die.

With him, only despair.

Until the boy arrives.

【So, are you willing to break free from this shackles? 】

Shackles?

Rolf's breath trembled.

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

Put her down?

Rolf lowered his head again, looking at the eldest sister in his arms, Phantom Blade, Catherine, and...the person who might have betrayed him.

At this moment, he became the focus of the field, the man in black, Nekla, Fogg, Duro, Glover, Zimikas—all eyes were on him.

Put her down.

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

Put it down?

The next second, Rolf walked towards the wall.

The gang members around were nervous for a while, but Fogg made a gesture to tell them to be calm.

Glorver in the crowd watched this scene, and even though he cursed inwardly, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

I saw Rolf leaning against the wall, and gently put Catherine down.

This made some people breathe a sigh of relief, but it also made some people slightly disappointed.

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

It's like grabbing at straws.

Looking at his wrist, Rolf frowned slightly.

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

"Very good."

Fogg nodded, his words were a bit sad.

Rolf stood up silently without saying a word.

"That's right, I thought you were kind, but you're still afraid of death." Nekla sneered.

"You guys, go finish it," Red Viper looked in Rolf's direction, lowered his voice, "Remember, 'finish'..."

His two thugs understood, they tightened the machetes in their hands, and walked towards Rolf with a bad expression.

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

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

The next second, he shortened his body in an instant, and smashed his elbow on the stomach of the first person—boom!

He moved with skill and composure, as if he had done it a thousand times.

"Uh——"

The opponent shrank and bent over in pain.

"No!"

"He didn't surrender!"

"Kill him!"

There was a roar in the warehouse, and another thug shouted, drew his machete and rushed up.

Hoo——

A small, swift breeze blows across the thug's face, forcing the thug to close his eyes.

The next second, Rolf kicked him sideways.

Bang!

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

The yelling in the warehouse is getting louder:

"Damn it!"

"Dare to engage in a sneak attack!"

"Wrap around!"

No one knew that when Rolf made a move, his heart was extremely peaceful.

But it is also extremely confusing.

Why did he make a move?

Why are you asking for trouble and death?

Even hurt your companions?

For revenge? To repay a favor?

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

For a chance, for a statement?

Rolf doesn't know.

Don't know.

That woman, be it Phantom Blade or Catherine, is obviously just an ordinary gang leader, isn't she?

She even betrayed him, didn't she!

As for him, hasn't he already decided to leave the past behind?

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

Not anymore!

He has no reason to save her!

There is no reason to meddle!

There is no reason!

Rolf told himself like this, telling himself over and over again, pain, resentment, intolerance, and unwillingness.

But just now.

Just now...

From the corner of his eye, he saw Catherine lying in a pool of blood, holding her mutilated body, struggling desperately, dying...

【Get rid of this shackle, and then, with this broken body, continue to struggle and survive in this world. 】

The boy's words echoed in my ears:

【See how cruel it can be. 】

Rolf clenched his fists.

Just now, just now, just now—whether Fogg, Nekla, Zimikas, or Douluo, Glover—just when they have different reasons, but they want him to "put her down" when.

【Would you like it? 】

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

[Struggle again. 】

【Would you like it? 】

Rolf's breathing quickened, he raised his head, and looked at the roaring members of the Blood Bottle Gang.

Put her down?

No.

He grinned slightly, releasing a smile.

These people, these dicks, these rotten people, these...

What they want him to let go of, what they want to force him to let go of...

Everything in this damned world, with one voice, wants to force Midilla Rolfe to let go...

Not her! ! !

[Struggle again! 】

Thinking of this, Rolf smiled and stepped forward, slowly raised his left hand, and showed it to Nekla—

A middle finger.

Including Nekla, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Middle finger?

What do you mean?

Only Glover sighed quietly.

"Fuck it, I knew it was a scam." Nick stretched out his hand to appease the clamoring gang members, and shot a special glance at Fogg, "People who are determined to die can't be stopped even if they want to—— Fogg, do you still want to show off your demeanor now?"

Fogg didn't answer, he just looked at Rolf standing in front of Catherine with a complicated expression.

Duro took a deep breath, he watched Rolf standing in the corner, outnumbered, facing so many people alone, his eyes grew more admiring.

In the crowd, Glover clenched his fists and pushed away Zimikas who was trembling and wanted to say something to him.

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

"Fogg, what do you say? Still trying to buy people's hearts?" Nekla said maliciously.

Fogg frowned ~IndoMTL.com~ He took a deep look at the smiling Rolf, and suddenly understood: The reason why the other party did this is very simple.

Because he wanted to.

That's all.

And this kind of simplicity is what Fogg 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 hands expressionlessly.

"Up!"

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

Facing the imminent battle, Rolf's first move was to bend down and put his hands on his knees.

He has a fairly good knee.

He is closest to the flesh and blood of his legs.