Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 187: The Lost River Shrimp

At this moment, Glover and Tsimikas squatted together, and they carefully hid behind two wooden boxes so as not to get involved in the fight and become one of the corpses on the ground.

What the **** is he doing, that **** mute?

Glover stared angrily at Rolf, who was standing in the center of the field, surrounded by thugs, but still confronting the red pit viper and the wanderer in high spirits.

Yes, those few tricks are very showy, kill a few miscellaneous soldiers, pose a few poses, but...

Can't the dumb guy see that this warehouse is full of elite thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang, with three layers inside and three layers outside. Even if they knock down ten more people, it won't help.

What's more, the toughest threat...

Glover moved his gaze and looked fearfully at the black-clothed killer who could not be taken down by the Poor Star Lake Guards.

Damn.

Glover slams the box hard.

When will the man in black take action?

When is the battle at its height? Is it when the dumb is consumed dry by other people? Or when both sides fight to the death, when the dust settles?

Thinking of this, Zombie's heart is extremely tangled: At that time, Karen Glover, if he can't make a shot himself, will he go up or not?

Up, expose yourself.

If you don't go up, the mute will...

Although this dumb guy deserves to die, he shouldn't die like this!

Damn!

He thought that was bad enough, but things turned out worse than he imagined.

"His eyes, Xiaohong, I know."

Ferg looked at Rolfe's expression and became more serious:

"Next, I'm afraid he will fight with us."

Fogg was expressionless and raised his long knife gently.

Nekra, who was suffering from a headache, was startled.

Across from them, Rolfe sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, wiped the blood on his sleeve first, and then wrapped the chain on the hilt tightly around his arm, as if default.

This action made the surrounding thugs stunned in unison

"Just right!"

As soon as the red pit viper gritted its teeth, it simply let go of its gains and losses, re-invigorating its fierceness:

"Then let go and fight to the end, whoever lives and who dies, leave it to the sunset!"

He roared, the hormone secretion in the body accelerated, and the muscles on his body became more and more tense.

Faced with these two great rivals, Rolfe grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: It was exactly what he wanted.

The momentum between the three suddenly changed.

What? Fight for your life? it's here? At this moment?

Glover looked in disbelief at Rolf, who was showing off in the middle of the warehouse, and read in horror from the other's expression: This may be true.

Rolf...ready to die here.

Wait!

Glover shook his head subconsciously:

Is this mute brain sick? Where can't you think?

The Emerald City has a wharf and a seaside. It's not a good idea to commit suicide. Do you have to run here to die?

The nostalgia complex, you have to die in the gang you were born in, right?

And the betrayed female boss, is she his unborn child or what? Is she that important? Is it worth the life of this idiot?

No, depending on the age, it's probably his grandmother, his unborn child!

Grass fuck!

The more angry Glover thought about it, the more angry he became, and the curse blossomed in his chest.

And, what's the point of them fighting to the death here?

Glover watched the blood bottle gang members gradually regain order and discipline, and found with a headache that they were standing in formation again, and the only two exits were re-encircled.

Would that female boss win respect because of her heroic death in a dumb and heroic battle, and then be let go by the enemy and let her life go?

Please, this is an ugly reality gang fight, not a noble ideal knight duel!

Besides, did the latter really exist?

Stupid, selfish, ignorant of comrades' dumb!

Fuck him!

Just as Glover kept scolding himself, and Rolfe's life-and-death confrontation was unavoidable, when it was about to break out, a voice sounded faintly in the crowd:

"To be honest, I'm very pleased that the Blood Bottle Gang has such a master."

Glover was startled, and instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.

The battle was interrupted, Rolf, Nekra, and Fogg's momentum was slightly vented, and they all turned their heads: the black-clothed killer who hadn't moved for a long time took a step, passed the crowd, and walked towards the three in the field.

Tap, tap, tap...

His steps seem to have the power to capture the soul, and every step he takes will tighten everyone's heartbeat.

Less breathing, heart palpitations and chills, and many people have tense expressions and accelerated breathing.

"But I remember, we actually met each other, right?"

The man in black looked at Rolfe and smiled softly:

"Just outside the wool merchant's mansion."

At that moment, Rolf and Glover frowned.

Oops.

They are recognized.

One of Glover's greatest fears has finally happened.

"You came with them to catch me... The wind was very strong that day, and it was strange, and your legs and feet were not so neat - a power user."

Tap, tap, tap...

The man in black stepped forward slowly, putting enormous pressure on every step he took, and his appearance, which was wrapped in pitch black from head to toe, was inexplicably unsettling.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other, the former relieved and smiled again.

Rolfe is under pressure.

He turned his head stiffly, warily looking at the man in black who was getting closer, the chain sword in his hand tightened.

As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously grasped a machete on the ground.

What should he do now?

Go up and hack people with the dumb?

However, if you want to deal with the black-clothed killer, then you should do it first and foremost? Or find an opportunity to sneak attack from behind? Or simply pull the mute and run?

You can't let him fight to the death to stop the killer and create a chance for the mute and his old friend to escape?

However, with the swordsmanship of the man in black, combined with that strange ability, even the traps that Lord Mallos commanded the Star Lake Guards to set up could not help him.

The two of them, one is still injured, and the other has just played a game, which is not enough for others to stick their teeth!

Damn, they managed to sneak in and learn so much information, but all their efforts were lost!

Just for the sake of a... dumb old friend?

Grass!

Zimikas was very alert to the danger around him, he noticed Glover's movements at the first time, and couldn't help but panic:

"Fat Dun Er, what do you want? Don't!"

What do you want to do?

Why?

I want to kill someone now!

Glover looked at Rolf and snorted hard.

"I can sense your killing intent, maybe hatred, even death intent, young man," the man in black's eyes hid behind the pitch-black goggles, making people panic out of thin air, "I am also happy to It's up to you to test the quality of your subordinates."

Rolfe's face changed, and when he was about to shoot, he was surprised to find:

Unconsciously, I was shaking so much that I couldn't even lift my arms.

This, so fast?

Oops!

Glover, who was paying close attention to the situation, was shocked. He looked at the mute's expression and immediately reacted:

That power!

"But unfortunately, my schedule is very full, and I don't have time to play games with you and your master," the man in black tutted his head and walked slowly to Rolfe, "Today, that's it for now. ?"

The next second, Rolfe's expression changed and his figure shook!

But he's not the only one:

The two thugs who stood closest to the man in black, one had a dazed look and started muttering to himself, while the other simply thumped and fell to the ground.

Plop! Boom! Snapped!

From the side of the man in black, more and more people fell or fell softly in the warehouse. Some people were groaning, some people rubbed their foreheads, and some people fell asleep.

"Ah..."

"No..."

"I want a good meal..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Nekla and Fogg both stepped back half a step, the red viper looked painful, and Fogg looked dazed.

It's not good, it's not good, it's not good!

Seeing everyone's strange behavior, Glover felt bad in his heart, and was about to rush out, desperate to attack the man in black, but immediately felt a heavy weight on his leg.

"Yes Mom," Zimikas hugged his feet and collapsed, his eyes blank, "I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, good mom, right mom, no problem mom... …”

Glover was about to kick him away, but Zimikas' expression turned bitter:

"Don't worry, I won't follow my father's example to join a gang, and I won't be hacked to death like him... I didn't do a small gangster, I didn't bully the poor, I made clean money, conscience money, I And save money to hire the best tuberculosis doctor...the best..."

Glover's breath caught, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and just gently pushed Tsimikas away.

This bastard.

This warehouse is...all **** bastards.

But when he pushed Zimikas away, Glover suddenly found that: on the ground in front of Zimikas, a pool of blood was blown away by the wind, revealing slanted writing:

[Preparation, plan]

Glover is taken aback.

Plan?

What plan?

The next second, little Teto appeared in front of him and ran towards him...

No, don't!

Glover shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolfe bending down in pain in front of the man in black.

As if kneeling.

Damn!

Glover struggled to resist the power, anxious:

He made it clearer!

It can't be this mute who wants to be heroic and create an opportunity for me to escape... eh?

A chance to create, escape?

Glover is rocked!

At that moment, he suddenly understood.

He understands, he tmd understands what Rolf is going to do!

In front of the man in black, Rolfe was breathing in a trance.

The figure in front of him was a man in black, Catherine, the boy who changed his fate, and a group of ferocious, hungry wild dogs.

He couldn't tell the difference.

"At one time, when I was just a grasshopper, people wouldn't sit down and listen to me."

The voice of the man in black sounded, as if it came from the sky.

Rolfe shook his head hard, trying to press his forehead, but found that he reached out and touched the ground.

Why did he... kneel?

"So I practiced my sword and swung it hard," the masked man in black continued. "Finally, they finally sat down and listened to me."

He patted his sword hilt and his tone became lonely:

"But it took me a long time to figure it out: they weren't listening to me, but the sword."

Rolfe could only see the other person's mouth opening and closing, but he had no idea what he said.

He was even a little confused: Why did the other party open and close his mouth?

Is it for dinner?

The air pressure was out of control and released from the alloy cylinder of the prosthesis, but he didn't realize it.

until a piece of glass **** fell on his knees, just piercing the gap between metal and flesh.

The peculiar touch and pain made him sane!

Yes!

He is still in the warehouse, struggling with a cruel fate...

Rolfe wakes up, subconsciously reaching into his pocket.

That Glover, that big burly guy, that guy who everyone says is not sociable, but he really doesn't want to be with a big guy who doesn't want to be sociable and whose psychology is twisted, the guy who was forced by the terrifying blade to be a partner with him. The zombie...

Does he understand?

Can he do it?

Can he... succeed?

Behind the box, a dizzy Glover gasped heavily, trying to reach into his pockets.

That's right.

Why didn't he think of it?

On the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, they are surrounded by so many gangs, many of them are super-level players, as long as they are entangled by one of them for a moment...

And Rolfe is also carrying a badly wounded phantom blade, a burden they can't escape anyway.

Just the two of them won't do.

No way.

After all, they're not Kingdom Fury.

So, the only way to break through so many people is to...

Glover opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the panorama of the warehouse:

From front to back, from left to right, some of the blood bottle gang members groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some murmured to themselves, some held their heads in pain, and many more simply passed out.

Nekra slowly flopped against the wall, her eyes closed and her face painful.

Frog had an ugly expression and was weak enough to hold onto the handrail so he wouldn't fall over.

Duro sits there, eyes fascinated and tears streaming down his face.

Although the reactions were mixed, at this moment, the gangs in the entire warehouse were centered on the men in black, and they fell from the inside out, and most of them lost their ability to move.

But at least...

Glover barely looks the other way in a daze:

The road to the exit has been cleared, and the crowd of people is no longer blocked.

Glover staggered to his knees, finally took out a piece of injection needle with great difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.

Their plan.

Shen Sha's plan.

It's yours, dumb.

Did you think about it from the beginning?

Just...

Isn't he too adventurous?

Glover used all his strength to open his eyes: in the field of vision, the man in black bent down and looked at Rolf in a trance.

"Now, I'm giving them the dreams they want in the hope that they will actually start listening to me."

The man in black shook his head slightly.

"But I found out that when they start dreaming..."

He looked at Kathleen in the corner, and then at the crowd of people in the warehouse, sighing.

"I can't hear what I'm saying anymore."

Since the encounter with the Men in Black, and the return of the Royal Guard—or rather, the Star Lake Guard in disgrace, the Watchman and Captain, Lord Tormund Mallos has begun to gather intelligence and formulate countermeasures.

One of them is how to resist the kind of mental power that can cause people to fall into illusions inexplicably.

Fantasy.

Dizzy, Glover bit the tip of his tongue, trying not to look at his brothers and sisters who were running happily in front of him - how happy they were at that time.

The next second, he took a deep breath and plunged the injection into his thigh!

Among the six wings of the Royal Guard, the punishment wing has a special role, especially for punishment and torture.

They have a lot of means and tools, even handed down from the ancient imperial era, with a long history, rich experience, and improved from generation to generation, efficient and effective, it is said that even the secret department of the kingdom often comes to second people or equipment... …

For example...

Glover plugs the needle back and pulls out an ordinary one that can be found in every home—a clothespin.

The muddleheaded zombie shivered, following the advice of Tormentor "Gardener" Patterson amid Little Teto's phantom laughter, and clipping it in only a thin layer to the underarm skin below the shoulder socket.

I just don't know when the medicinal power of the punishment wing will start to take effect...

But Glover doesn't know.

He closed his eyes comfortably because he was in a trance and started thinking about something else.

Like an apple.

Apple.

Yes, Apple.

【Fat piercer, don't cry. ]

He clutched the apple in his pocket, wiped the blood from it, and timidly crossed the street, heading home—or, as Tinker said earlier, the lair.

The taste of the apple has changed a bit, and there are still more than a dozen holes on it, all left by the clown with a throwing knife.

At that time, while counting the throwing knives in his hand, Kes laughed wildly and said, as long as he holds the apple, stands against the wall, stands firm, can't shake, can't shout, can't cry, can't cry, etc. After Kes practiced a bag of flying knives, this delicious apple was his.

And he did.

He holds the apple and stands firm and lifts even more.

He didn't shake.

No shouting.

No call.

Even when the Joker's last knife strays from the apple and pierces his palm.

I didn't cry.

【Fat piercer, don't cry. ]

This apple...

It's his.

No, it's theirs.

When he returns to his lair, then Sister Lilian, Stupid Tinker, Stupid Foen, Lexicon, Smelly Slug, and that nasty little Teto who clings to him every day and catches a cold every day, everyone will stop As you can see, he has fresh apples here!

Sister Lillian will praise Fern as she did last time!

Hey, next time I go back, they'll all be envious of me!

Hey, if you want to eat, then say "please, fat dude"?

Have you finished eating? Then why don't you shout "Thank you, fat dude"?

This time, no one dares to laugh at me for being useless. I'm fat and don't do anything to eat!

Pang Dun Er sniffed and trotted, feeling proud and happy in his heart, and unknowingly touched...

Wounds on hands.

The next moment, in the warehouse full of murmurs and moans, Glover woke up with a shudder!

Fuck it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it, **** it!

He screamed, exhaling all the air in his lungs!

But he has no more time to think.

The innumerably magnified sharp pain from his armpit made his back cramp, and Glover clutched the clip under his arm in pain and rolled on the ground.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I don't know when, little Teto disappeared from his eyes.

It was replaced by endless tearing pain.

As if someone was holding scissors, starting from his armpit, cut his skin bit by bit, inch by inch!

The edge of the knife keeps making a clicking sound!

They forcefully pulled Glover back from inextricable memory.

Well, Glover knows this: the potion works.

That's right, this is what Lord Mallos collected information and questioned the parties present. After negotiating with the flag wing, he accepted the punishment wing's suggestions and materials, and entrusted the logistics wing to restructure and resist spiritual power. Fastest "solution":

Amplify perception, focus attention, especially a torture potion that enhances pain perception.

Alias ​​- "Lost Homeless River Shrimp".

As for why the name...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Glover screamed in his head as he struggled and wriggled on the ground like a prawn out of water.

Grass!

Good tm - it hurts!

Who the **** deserves to kill a thousand knives, tell Mallos that pain can overcome hallucinations!

Let Lao Tzu know that he will be torn apart with bare hands!

Tear alive!

Start with every hair!

In the pain of countless magnifications, Glover shivered as he gripped the clamp under his arm, letting it loosen a little.

The pain goes away.

It was only then that he realized that in just a few seconds, he was already covered in cold sweat.

Damn "Gardener" Patterson, **** Punishment Wing.

Damn, thanks to the gardener, he also said that this was reduced at his discretion after debugging. If he gave enough "homeless river prawns"...

Punishment Wing, I tm remember you!

But Glover didn't dare to think about it, and didn't have time to think about it.

"When I was young and passionate, I spoke with justice, and the world was reluctant to listen."

In the field, the man in black looked at Rolf, who was completely unconscious.

"When I swing my sword and raise my voice, the world will not hear it."

He stretched out his hand slowly, covering Rolfe's scarred neck:

"When I wake up and do what I like, people in the world don't care about it."

The man in black sighed deeply:

"Abnormal, do you understand this kind of loneliness?"

However, in the next second, the man in black turned around quickly, and the long sword was unsheathed!

Ding! clang!

With the sharp sound of metal, the man in black swung one block at a time, blocking the sudden attack of a knife.

Blade and blade meet, wrestling with each other.

"You can still move now," the man in black breathed naturally and with ease, "it's not easy."

In front of him, Glover was panting heavily, all his strength was concentrated on the handle of the knife, but he was unable to break through the blockade of the man in black.

Damn!

"Your hand is unstable, is it because of an injury on your body, and you haven't been able to get it right?"

Glover gritted his teeth, his features twisted.

It's not injury that doesn't make a profit!

But damn...

Lost Homeless Shrimp!

The force of the end spreads, numbing Glover's pain.

also flooded his mind.

At that moment, the zombie's eyes gradually became dazed, but the movement was not slow at all, and the blade turned with the trend!

The man in black seemed to sense something, and with a flip of his hand, he picked up Glover, the deadly cut that came along the blade!

"Wait, you, I know you too," the man in black saw Glover's face clearly and said with a sneer, "The wool merchant is a tough guy who has carried eight rounds?"

"What about your other comrade? The one who hides his strength at first, but actually has excellent swordsmanship and is familiar with the ten styles of the Legion?"

Fuck!

The power of the end surges up, and the zombies ignore it and slash with their knives!

Clang! clang!

The sound of metal clashing back and forth.

The man in black unhurriedly and calmly drew his sword, saw moves one after another, and blocked Glover's attacks in succession.

Every time he swings his sword, every move, and even every tiny movement of shoulders and wrists is just right, not a single move is superfluous, not a single style wasted, not a single gesture or a single force of strength is ineffective.

In comparison, no matter feint, oppression, ultimate move, defense... Glover's every shot seems to be a little bit worse, and the results are ineffective, leaving him speechless and suffocating.

While wielding the sword, the man in black even had the energy to speak: "Yes, you have a solid foundation, but usually you should not use a sword, but a sword, and it's the Emperor Wind—oh, it's the 'Wind Knight' Glover Family swordsmanship?"

Glover Snack was taken aback.

"It's strange, the moves are from the wind knight's vein, but there is no smart and elegant, but fierce and fierce. It's a halfway practice, and it's not pure enough?"

Glover was stunned for a moment, then responded furiously:

"Practice your paralysis!"

The finishing force within him exploded, and the offensive resumed!

Clang! clang! clang!

But Glover swung three knives in a row, all of which were easily stopped by his opponent, and he was more and more frightened when he returned without success:

Strength, speed, agility, dexterity... this guy doesn't surpass me in any of them.

But why...

Why is he always able to hold, block and even dismantle my moves?

I thought it would be fine to just endure the ability, but now it seems that this killer's swordsmanship is more subtle and stronger than he imagined.

And it's too strong.

"It turns out that the problem comes from your power of ending," the man in black sneered, "heavy, closed, restrained, boundless—not the glory of the stars, not the flawless iron wall, not the death of the sword, but Each has some of their peculiarities, so it's-"

Glover doesn't want to listen to him talking condescendingly like a teacher directing students, his eyes are blank!

"It's for Teto!"

He roared, only attacking but not defending, and threw his life at the man in black!

Too impulsive, this is desperate?

The man in black sneered, and the arc formed by the long sword was natural and ingenious. With just one move, it subtly defused Glover's head.

He is agile, taking a few steps back just in time to avoid the rest of Glover's swooping onslaught.

This offensive seems fierce and fierce, but it leaves no room for itself.

As soon as the momentum wears off, it's time for this brainless big man to be beaten...

Huh?

No!

At this moment, the man in black raised his head alertly!

Directly above him, a huge wooden sign hanging from the roof of a warehouse is teetering on the last rope.

This is-

The pupils of the man in black narrowed.

Shout!

The next second, a chain sword whirled past, cutting the rope.

No.

The man in black caught a surprised glimpse out of the corner of the eye: Rolfe woke up at some point.

The ghost of the wind was panting and stuffed the syringe in his hand back into his pocket, while the original chain sword in his other hand had disappeared.

It's him.

The man in black instantly understood: it was this guy who cut the ropes of the signboard one by one when he was moving around in the warehouse, leaving only the last one, ready to cut it at a critical moment...

As for the other guy...

The man in black's peripheral vision turned again - Glover kept castrated, struggling to roll away from him.

His desperate attack, just to force me into this position?

These steps, including the ability user with excellent leg skills, pretended to be desperate with the red pit viper, but in fact forced me to use the ability, maybe it's also...

Pre-planned?

Just as the stunned black-clothed man figured it out, the huge wooden signboard crashed down, driven by the strange wind, and fell straight to the top of the black-clothed man's head!

"Bang!"

With a deafening bang, the entire warehouse was dusty.

Rolfe waved to Glover, then covered his mouth and nose, turned to hug Kathleen, and jumped up.

On the other side, Glover didn't stop either. Holding his head and face, he bumped the two who had just woken up and were still in doubt, blocking the way to help the crowd, and rushing to the back door of the warehouse with a kick!

Bang!

The back door was kicked open, and the sun and air rushed in.

Bright, fresh and warm.

Freedom.

Most of the people inside and outside the warehouse are either affected by supernatural powers and have not woken up, or have just woken up and are confused.

"Quick!"

At Glover's anxious urging, Rolfe hugged Kathleen and jumped out of the dark and dangerous warehouse on the refilled prosthetic limb!

Success.

Goro, a punch, a whistle, rushing out of the outdoor, catching roller, and rushing.

But there's only one thing he wants to do now. ,

That is the roar of the sky:

Fuck, they escaped!

Fuck the "Lost Homeless River Shrimp"!

Glover and Rolfe looked at each other, speeding up, rushing up to the planned retreat, and disappearing on the pier.

Whoa!

In the warehouse, a huge signboard shatters in half, in two.

The man in black clings to the sword and stands up slowly, just in time to see the backs of the two disappearing into a corner.

He doesn't say anything, just turns and disappears into the shadows.

In the entire warehouse, from Nekra to Fogg, everyone just woke up like a dream at this time. They stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, still not knowing what happened.

————

————

"Then, that man in black, he didn't, didn't catch up. It's really, really strange, a miracle."

Glover hid under a bridge pier, hit the ground with his machete, gasping for breath.

On the other side, Rolfe, who was almost out of strength, put down Kathleen with difficulty and fell to the ground.

After rushing out of the warehouse, they turned around on the way, and they ran for an unknown amount of time until they ran out of energy, and then they took a break.

Rolfe struggled to raise his right hand, gesturing:

【Thank you, sorry—】

but he is still not more than standing, just recovering some physical Coro Buddha throws away the chopping knife, a punch on his face!

Boom!

Rolf falls to the ground, staring at the stars.

"Fuck!"

Glover roared and patted his blood-stained chest:

"I don't know how many times I got hit in the big play just now!"

He pointed angrily at the **** machete:

"Killed five or six people, slaughtered in blood, and almost didn't survive - just for you and your old lover! You're a jerk!"

Rolfe got up, shaking, and gesturing with difficulty.

【Yes, no—】

But Glover didn't even look at it, and punched him in the face again!

"Let me run away first, right? Hahaha, thank you so much, you're more self-righteous than the big guy, talking to himself!"

Zombie cursed in anger:

"I run first? Then in front of everyone else, I'm the sinner, traitor, coward who left my company behind, right! I really want to break your leg-hand! I'll run away first , I run away, where can I run away from such a big warehouse! I run away, I run away from Nima——”

Rolfe gasped and activated his ability, the wind blew leaves and fell in front of Glover to form the words:

【Sorry. ]

Glover froze for a moment.

"I'm sorry you Mahler Gobi!"

He gritted his teeth:

"You crippled crippled!"

Rolfe has been holding back his temper. Hearing this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes angrily and gesture quickly:

【I tm apologize! Sorry! three times! three times! three times! You idiot who can't even find a way to escape! If not, fight again! ]

Just then, a weak voice rang out.

"You, ahem, who are you?"

Glover and Rolfe were taken aback.

Phantomblade Kathleen struggled to raise her head, clutching her broken arm with pain on her face.

Glover snorted coldly and whispered close to Rolf:

"When you go back, I'll settle the account with you!"

Rolfe stepped on the prosthetic without showing weakness, responding with a metallic sound.

"Where are you, uh, going back?" Kathleen closed her eyes, pained.

"It's none of your business, old lady," Glover wiped the dry blood on his face without any good voice, "you just lie on the side and pretend to be dead."

Catherine smiled helplessly.

Seeing that Glover couldn't speak well, she turned to Rolf:

"I need, need a doctor, or I can't live... you, and so do you."

Rolfe looked at her silently, with complicated eyes.

"Since you've saved me—hush—if I die of serious injuries, wouldn't it be in vain," Kathleen closed her eyes again, "right."

Big sister's head...

Rolfe spoke subconsciously, but could only make a simple guttural sound: "Ah."

"Very good. You, what's your name?"

Rolf clenched his fists and shook his head.

Phantom Blade raised his head and tried his best to speak:

"Why don't you talk?"

Rolfe swallowed, only to feel a tightness in his chest.

The atmosphere under the piers fell silent.

"Don't bother him!"

Glover couldn't help humming:

"Can't you see? He doesn't want to talk to you!"

For a split second, Rolfe was grateful to Glover.

Catherine turned pale and leaned back.

"You too will die."

"Okay, we'll find a doctor for you, shut up now." Glover clapped his hands impatiently, calculating the path from here to Kongming Palace.

"No, you don't understand."

Phantom Blade spoke with difficulty, and his voice was intermittent: "I have only seen the butler of Kongming Palace, but when I turned around... Kevin Dill, I am afraid that I am determined to clear me-hush-wash, The shuffling of blood bottles helped."

Shuffle the Blood Bottle Gang.

Glover frowned when he heard the words, and exchanged glances with Rolfe subconsciously, but when they realized it was each other, the two snorted disdainfully and turned their heads.

"That means, your enemy is Kongming Palace?"

"It is one, one whole, the Emerald City, all enemies," Kathleen breathed heavily, and Rolfe scooped a little water for her and carefully fed her, "If you show up, you will die."

Glover frowned.

That is to say, they can't go back to the empty Ming Palace.

It's no longer safe there.

At least I can't go back like this, otherwise it will only cause trouble to His Highness.

Damn.

Thinking of this, Glover had to sigh.

"In the Emerald City, is there any other place for you to stay? It's better to have a doctor, otherwise we can hold on, and you won't live long."

"Originally, yes. But since Kevin Deere abandoned me," Kathleen closed her eyes and shook her head, gritted her teeth and moaned, "then I can't go - ah ah ah."

"Where else can you go?"

"Roger and Tarimi did not participate in the mutiny just now. Their territory is safe, for the time being."

"Yes, except for one thing: they're all dead!" Glover shook his head dismissively.

"Yes."

Catherine rested for a while and reopened her eyes, revealing the hideous look in her eyes:

"In this case, there is only one place in the entire Emerald City."

"Where?"

"You won't like it."

Hearing this, Glover and Rolfe looked at each other, hummed in unison again, and turned their heads in disdain.

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In an hour.

"Huh? Who are you? Why are you holding a knife- eh, let go of me, no, no, no ah ah ah ah ah!"

Boom!

Glover impatiently knocked out the deformed man with a tumor and yelling in front of his eyes, kicked open the half-closed iron door, and walked down the stone steps with a knife in hand.

Behind him, Rolfe managed to hug Catherine, who had passed out again, and walked into the narrow passage.

Damn, who would live in this hell? Forget it, whoever it is...

Glover gasped and gritted his teeth, reminding the people in the passage:

"I just killed five, no, six people to find this hellish place!"

At this moment, he is covered in wounds, blood and sweat, sticky and unpleasant, and his shoes are full of sewage sewage that he has just stepped on.

Especially when he knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered.

"Just to find someone, someone! To be honest, my patience is almost exhausted!"

Glover was too tired to talk, and negotiating with people is not his forte, but don't forget...

The two people behind him~IndoMTL.com~ one is seriously injured and one is pure dumb.

Fuck!

Thinking of this, Glover cursed in his heart.

He's really unlucky today!

"Stop! This abandoned sewer was given to us by the boss of the Blood Bottle Gang, Roger!"

A pudgy, robe-wearing man who appeared to be the leader came up to him, nervously looking at the machete in his hand, which was clearly a gang: "Whoever you are, it's for Roger 'Dung' on..."

"Roger is dead!"

Glover said impatiently:

"Two hours ago, I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife, and the breakfast came out!"

The short, stout man was shocked when he heard the words, and the people around him whispered in horror.

Sure enough, if you don't speak like that, no one will understand.

Glover snorted coldly and raised the machete:

"So, now you'd better get to know each other—"

But in just the next second, Glover's knife stopped.

Glover's eyes widened, and the rest of his words were choked in his mouth, unable to speak.

Huh?

At this moment, he found that the tip of his knife was pointing at a shabbyly dressed boy with a confused expression.

Huh?

And the other party stared at him in the same stunned manner, lips twitching.

One second later.

"Temple—" Glover said in surprise.

"Brother—" The boy said subconsciously.

Hearing each other's words and remembering something, the two of them both turned pale and stopped at the same time!

"Wya!"

At that moment, Thales Jinxing and Karen Glover, facing each other, spoke in unison, decisive:

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