Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 7: Weakness

　　Downtown, underground street, sunset bar.

　　"You should really go and see it the day before yesterday. It was a sea of ​​people...especially when the second prince appeared, I couldn't help but follow the voice of the two—hey, kid! !"

　　 A ten-year-old boy holding a bag full of potatoes squeezed past the fat and vicious Edmund with a bitter face.

　　 Edmund snorted, turned around and continued fiddling with the food on the plate: "Hey, don’t you know, the new prince’s name is Thales, exactly the same as the little black-haired villain who used to rub things before. The name...boy, what are you looking back, what does your Royal Highness have to do with you? Continue to work!"

　　"I heard that the fascinating Kessel was going to take his life to make peace with Exeter. Today, the market is full of people talking about this. Everyone is filled with indignation, saying that the lords of the stars It's all useless and can't protect the country. The royal family has sacrificed too much for the stars... I yeah, don't you know that the star royal family who has been out of lunatics? Twelve years ago, I was in front of the palace... …"

In front of 　　 Edmund, a young girl in tight trousers and a sleeveless jacket fiddled with her short brown hair boredly, lying in the delivery window between the front desk and the back kitchen with a look of lovelessness. Looks like.

　　 I saw this neat brown-haired girl, twitching her face, gritted her teeth and said:

　　 "I said, before you smash it into pieces-do you want to give me that steak?"

　　 Edmund looked up with an angry face.

　　 He looked at the female bartender in the sunset bar, Yala Surryton, and pushed the steak on his hand.

　　 Yala turned around and passed the steak to the timid little girl with scars outside the front desk.

The Edmund behind 　　 snorted: "What attitude! Uncle just wants to talk to you for a little time... enlighten and enlighten you so that you can forget the golden-haired grief..."

　　 Yala rolled her eyes fiercely, her delicate face was stretched like the face of a pen tube, she turned her head, and replied in a vicious voice:

　　 "Fatty man! You have to take this out of your mouth again-I will give your dream lover to..."

　　 "Huh eh!" Edmund, the fat cook, suddenly changed his face, raised his chubby hand, and patted twice on the delivery window:

　　 "If you don't agree, you will turn your face? I just care about the love process of the lovely niece. You know, the most important thing for two people is to have a common language. If a gangster bartender mixes with a police officer..."

　　 Yala, who couldn't bear it, punched the bar hard!

　　 "Everyone is listening!"

　　 Yala said loudly and roughly, attracting the eyes of all drinkers:

　　"My uncle, who is still single at the age of forty-one, and the cook of the sunset bar, Edmund Scolch, the woman I love most in my life is..."

　　 At that moment, Edmund took a breath like a pet cat's fur!

　　 Before Yala exploded the name, the fat cook shouted with the greatest strength in his life:

　　 "Stop--!"

　　 Yala closed her mouth and looked at him contemptuously.

　　 She disdainfully said: "Single dog, coward, unrequited love."

　　 Edmund glared at his niece sullenly, and said:

　　 "That...the potatoes are gone, I'm going to buy..."

　　 Carrying a bag full of potatoes, Cindy came in again, watching Edmund escape and leave the back kitchen with a puzzled look.

　　 Potatoes... gone? Then what I am carrying is...

　　 At this moment, a boy with a cloth strip in his right hand stumbled and ran in panic on his face!

　　 "He—they—they are here!"

　　Ryan was crying, his head was bruised, and he rushed into the bar.

　　 The poor child was hugged by a surprised Cindy.

　　 Yala's face sank, and she put down the rag in her hand.

　　Coria, who had just returned from the meal, raised her head and looked at the door, starting to tremble.

　　 With a pale face, she looked at more than a dozen fierce and powerful figures in black, unceremoniously pushing away the alcoholic in the way, and walking slowly into the bar.

　　 The noisy bar suddenly quieted down.

　　 "Go to the kitchen."

　　 Yala stretched her hand to the side of her leg and said calmly to the three beggars.

　　 But among the dozen people, two black-clothed thugs walked out with a bad look, and they blocked the bar to the door of the back kitchen.

　　 The three beggars flinched, hiding behind Yala.

　　 "What do you mean!"

　　 Yala asked angrily: "This is the'Sunset Bar'! It's not a dark street-Morris dare not run wild here!"

　　 But the group of thugs were unmoved, but walked to every corner of the bar lightly, as if standing on guard.

　　 A resolute thug who looked like a hard stubble, pulled out a one-sided axe from behind.

　　 Under the unrestrained and horrified gazes of a few drinkers, his face was cold and he raised the axe blade with one hand.

　　 cut to a wine table.

　　 "咚!"

　　 With great force, he smashed the wine table in half and flew out!

　　Many drinkers held their heads in panic, resisting the flying debris.

　　 The resolute axe turned his head coldly, and said loudly to the others in the bar:

　　 "Brotherhood, do business, get out."

　　The drinkers in the bar recognized the identities of these people and their subordinates.

　　 "Thunder Axe" Oschu, one of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood.

　　 is the group of "hard ideas" responsible for cross-border arms smuggling.

　　 There was a sound of crashing, and many people got up without hesitation and left the bar as if they were fleeing.

　　 right now!

　　 A flash of silver electric light flew towards Oschu at a very fast speed!

　　 That is a throwing knife with a strange arc.

　　The sunset bar is famous-Wolf Knife!

　　 Oschu's face changed, his axe flew up and down, knocking the flying knife in time.

　　 "ding!"

　　 But Oschu was shocked!

　　 He was shocked to find that the flying knife, with a strange power, was transmitted to his hand.

　　 made him stiff involuntarily.

　　 Auschu gritted his teeth against the tremor: What is this?

　　 A faster, slim figure, already holding another knife, from the bar counter, flying towards him at a rapid speed!

　　 Sniper Knife!

　　 went straight to the throat!

　　, still stiff, Oschu's eyes shrank.

　　 He can't avoid it.

　　 But the expected flesh and blood splattered and did not come.

　　 Yala gritted her teeth and watched in disbelief as she watched the knife that she should have cut into Oschu's throat, tightly held in an iron gloved hand.

The owner of 　　 iron gloves is a middle-aged man with scars on his face.

　　He stood on the side of Yala, and at the moment of his death, he squeezed the sniper knife of the Surrington family!

　　 "I still remember that, as a Surryton who gave up his family heirloom career, you are just a useless mortal class," the middle-aged Scarlet said indifferently: "If it weren't for the machete, you were even There is no chance to be a bartender here-the Brotherhood does not collect garbage."

　　 "But judging from the strange vibrancy on your knife-you have become a super master without knowing it," the middle-aged man let go of the blade in his hand and hummed softly: "It seems red The killings and battles in the streets take you one step further-sure enough, the Surrytons can only improve their skills in their blood."

　　 Yala took a step back angrily, gritted her teeth, and looked at the enemy in front of her.

　　 Damn it.

After 　　 Red Square Street, she has clearly made such a big improvement.

　　 She has reached the super level, and has mastered the "Killing"-but why, this guy can catch her sniper knife!

　　 The few remaining alcoholics whispered and left in a dingy manner. One of them was puzzled and wanted to reason, and was immediately taken away by a alcoholic who knew the depth.

　　 They recognized the middle-aged man with scars on his face.

　　 That is the big arms smuggling boss of the Six Brothers, second only to the "Uncrowned Fist" Qincha.

　　 "Iron Heart" Shandara Roda.

　　 is also Qued Roda's father-Yala gritted her teeth secretly in her heart.

The 　　 drinkers did not hesitate, and immediately ran out of nowhere.

　　 "Don't be surprised why I can hold your knife-fighting is never inevitable. The so-called super-class division method is just a statement."

　　Rhoda, who looked grimly because of the scars, snorted lightly, not looking at Yala.

　　Auschu looked at Yala with a blank expression, put the axe blade back on his back, and opened a seat for Roda.

　　 "Because of various factors, it is obviously a battle of the same level, but there is one-sided crushing, or battles of different levels, but they are equally matched-this is all too normal."

　　Rhoda, with a face full of scars, sat down in the chair casually, folded his hands, and looked at the female bartender with a face like an enemy.

　　"When I was young, I even saw a swordsman who was only a super-ranked swordsman, in a battle where there was a huge disparity in strength and it was almost impossible to win..."

　　 "...killed two extreme masters."

　　What?

　　 Yala's pupils shrink.

　　 Roda looked at Yala with a look of surprise, and smiled: "That was the battle for fame of the person I admire the most-facing such a siege and such an enemy, I thought I was going to die there. ……"

　　 "Until he raises the sword."

　　 "So, I never believe in any absolute division of strength anymore-even the extreme masters can be slaughtered like pigs..."

　　 Roda leaned forward, with a thoughtful and serious look on Scar’s face:

　　 "Then my trash son is killed by a few beggars, what's impossible?"

　　 Yala frowned, with a surprised expression, and looked at Rhoda.

　　He.

　　He really is here...

　　 The three children behind her shrank even more.

　　 Yala took a step unconsciously, blocked the three children, and raised the knife in her hand.

　　 "Now, are you sure you still have a knife in front of me, girl."

　　 Roda exhaled and smiled comfortably.

　　The female bartender's afterglow glanced at Oschu and the dozens of strong men around.

　　 She knows that this is an elite team in the Brotherhood that specializes in arms smuggling.

　　 She can't beat her.

　　 Yala gritted her teeth and pierced the wolf-leg knife in her right hand onto a side table.

　　 Damn it.

　　 how to do?

　　"So, this is the prototype of the "Reverse Scimitar"?"

　　The middle-aged man with Knife Scar looked at the weird arc of the wolf's leg knife, rubbed the four rings on the left hand with the iron glove of his right hand, and slowly said: "The legendary killer of the Brotherhood, because you are such a little girl. He changed his weapon and even changed his nickname in just a few years-it’s really rare."

　　 "I call it a wolf-legged knife." Yala said coldly, looking eager.

　　 "What does it matter? No matter how loud the name of the weapon is, it's useless," Roda chuckled lightly. "The key lies in the person who uses it-this knife can only cut meat in your hand, but in' In the hands of the Machete, it can break through heavy defenses and slaughter the previous Duke of Iris in the Star Kingdom."

　　 Ya frowned and looked at the middle-aged man with a scar in front of her.

　　"Talk to business," Yala said coldly: "Old guys don't like people to disturb business."

　　The terrifying existence among the six big brothers of the Brotherhood, Shandara Roda snorted: "Do you think that you can frighten me with the ‘Machete’?"

　　 Yala did not answer.

　　 But her heart was stunned.

　　 The other party came prepared.

　　 "You know, I don't usually care about my son-a kind of prostitute, I don't know if it is mine."

　　 "Besides, he's still a waste." Roda snorted softly.

　　 "So I don't care much about his life and death," Roda raised his head and moved his neck joints: "But since he followed my last name-still working in the Brotherhood."

　　 "Then I can't tolerate it. Someone challenges my authority by his life."

　　Rhoda's words were vicious.

　　"I can't tolerate it. A person who has taken on the blood debts of the Roda family has not received the punishment he deserves."

　　 Yala frowned.

　　 She looked around again.

　　 how to do?

　　 When will Edmund come back?

　　 Where's the old guy?

　　 "It took me some time to track down here." Roda said lightly.

　　"I broke more than a dozen beggars, only to realize that the most suspected murderers may be hiding in the sunset bar."

　　Rhoda's gaze went to the three children.

　　Coria burst into tears at once.

　　 Yala gritted her teeth, remembering Thales' words, stepped forward and said loudly:

　　 "They have nothing to do with your son's death! There is a missing boy, and he is the real killer of Quaid!"

　　 Roda laughed, and the scar on his face trembled: "I know—this is what this kid with severed hand said, does Thales? It’s a name for the new prince... that question Here, where did he go?"

　　 Ya took a deep breath and forced herself to forget the night on Red Square Street: "You shouldn't ask me."

　　 Roda narrowed his eyes: "Then why do you protect these three running beggars so tightly? Sunset Bar, do you really need three beggars who can't even hold their plates to operate?"

　　 "This is my business." Yala pursed her lips.

　　 Unexpectedly, Roda raised his eyebrows and nodded: "That's right."

　　Amidst Yala’s doubts, I saw Sandala Rhoda indifferently leaning back and waving to the people under his hands:

　　 "So, I guess you shouldn't mind..."

　　 "Give me all these escaping guys?"

　　 Before Yala could react, Roda's men stepped forward without hesitation.

　　Amidst the crying and kicking of the three children, the thugs coldly separated them and carried them roughly on their shoulders.

　　 "Sister Yala--" Coria was crying, and her mouth was covered by a thug.

　　 and Cindy was clasped with her arm back, groaning in pain.

　　 Lane just shivered, allowing his thugs to subdue himself.

　　 Yala glared: "You--"

　　The emotional female bartender drew the knife on the table!

　　 When his figure changed, he was on Red Square Street when he forced the bald Spin to surrender and begged for mercy.

　　Target Roda!

　　 But her sword was less than a foot, and she saw that Roda was still, and her arms were relaxed.

　　The iron glove squeezed her knife firmly again!

　　 Like a Mamba snake being held to the point, Yala's swift figure suddenly stagnated!

　　 Yala looked at Rhoda with an indifferent expression in shock. She only felt that the knife in her hand seemed to be hung with a huge boulder, and she had to hold it with all her strength to prevent it from letting go.

　　 At this moment, the face of the female bartender is extremely ugly.

　　 is impossible.

　　The rapid killing knife known for its speed, exquisiteness and dexterity was unexpectedly caught by him...

　　 "Don't force me, little girl," Roda said flatly: "They are both Super Tiers, but when it comes to fighting, I have a hundred ways to bring you down without any effort."

　　 Yala watched in disbelief, the wolf-leg knife in his hand was bent by Roda!

　　The iron glove is loosened, and the deformed wolf leg knife is released.

　　 But then an axe blade was suddenly stopped in front of Yala's throat.

　　 "This time," Oschu's eyes were wary: "You have no chance."

　　 Yala bit her lip, looked at the faintly surrounding enemies, and said angrily:

　　"This is the sunset bar!"

　　"You are challenging the authority of the old guy!"

　　 Roda stood up coldly.

　　 "Listen, little girl," there was anger and hatred in his eyes: "I respect your surname, respect the owner of this bar-this is the reason why I didn't touch your hair, I already It released the greatest friendship and goodwill, as well as respect for the'anti-machete'."

　　 Yala looked up unwillingly: "But you can't—"

　　 But Rhoda snarled and interrupted her!

　　 "Enough nonsense!"

　　 Yala was taken aback for a second.

　　 I saw the ferocious Roda approaching her and staring at her condescendingly: "You think I don't know, are you related to my son's death?"

　　"Hundreds of people saw him come to your bar, and you gave up a hand."

　　 Does he know?

　　 Under the tremendous pressure, Yala's breathing accelerated.

　　"How he was calculated--I don't care at all," Roda exhaled and grinned: "I only plan to get rid of all those involved in his death."

　　The struggles and kicks of the three children continue, but they have gradually weakened.

　　 Roda's scarred face twitched, frighteningly said: "Therefore, I have been very tolerant of you, little girl, you should go and see that Nar Rick!"

　　 "For him, Lanser said everything nicely."

　　 Yala was shocked.

　　Rick?

　　"So, for the face of an old friend," Roda straightened his clothes, showing a ferocious smile:

　　 "I just dug out one of his eyes and scrapped his hand."

　　 Roda's tone returned to calm.

　　 "Relax, I am not a murderer, nor a sadist."

　　"Just some authority to maintain."

　　 Yala lowered her head, her heart full of bitterness.

　　 how to do?

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　　 What would you do?

　　 "Go on doing business, I will compensate for the loss here."

　　Rhoda turned around indifferently, stepped across a mess of bars, and walked out the door.

　　"Say hello to Master'Anti-Machete' for me."

　　Auschu looked at the messy tables and chairs, and dropped a money bag indifferently.

　　 "You are great," Thunder Axe said with a cold face: "But I will definitely be stronger than you."

　　 The crowd was far away.

　　 Yala stared at their backs blankly.

　　 only left in the air, the cry and struggle of the three children.

　　 Yala squeezed her fist and looked at the wolf-leg knife in her hand.

　　 She struggled.

　　 The hand holding the knife began to tremble.

　　 The voices of the children gradually fade away and become smaller until they disappear.

　　 Ya pulled her head down deeply.

　　"Dangling!"

　　 The wolf leg knife fell feebly.

　　The female bartender at the sunset bar, her knees softened.

　　 She knelt down alive in the mess.

　　 "Yala Surryton."

　　The bartender shivered, muttering to himself feebly.

　　 "You suck."

　　 Ya closed her eyes tightly.

　　 She almost broke the teeth in her mouth.

　　 A few tears slipped from her cheeks.

　　 I'm sorry.

　　 I'm sorry, kid.

　　 Tears fell on the ground.

　　 I failed...

　　 failed...

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