Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 593 Talk

"Come back home."

Hearing Thales' words, and looking at his figure again, Oschu burst into a sneer without hesitation.

"Not many people are qualified to make a home here, boy."

Behind him, **** with black silk, the fraternity thugs who stood densely sneered likewise, their eyes were fierce, staring maliciously at the three people trapped at the intersection of the laneway.

You don't know this.

Thales smiled, not hurried.

As if he hadn't seen Oschu, he looked straight behind him:

"Where is your leader?"

"I want to talk to him."

Thunder Axe's smile closed.

"Dian... Huaiya?" Glover showed worry.

What is this prince going to do?

"Ah? Oh, yes, Huai, Huai Ya?" Cohen was confused before reacting, first he was puzzled and then excited: "What, what do you want to do?"

Just like the time in the North, are you going to save the world?

Thales looked back and grinned:

"Visiting friends."

"Don't use fireworks for help, just protect behind me."

Cohen and Glover were taken aback at the same time.

"I'm leading here."

Auschu looked at Thales' eyes worse and worse.

"Just talk to me," he shook the axe in his hand:

"Or follow it."

Thales sighed, and when he was about to answer, hurried footsteps sounded in the lane.

"It's them!"

Several figures squeezed out the thugs' team and came to the leader of Oschu's side-Thales recognized that he was the "sleepless" of the Brotherhood who had previously met on Red Square Street and chased them all the way to Lai. Redmore at the Ya Club.

"I remember them," Redmore panted and pointed at the three.

"Especially the big man with a stiff face!"

Glover exhaled angrily.

"Do we know him?" Cohen turned his head questioningly and asked Thales and Glover:

"Also, do I look stiff?"

Glover's face worsened.

"Are you sure it is them?"

Oschu was a little unhappy with Redmore who suddenly intervened in the team and interrupted him:

"There are so many of us who are going to fight with the red headscarves, so don't delay the opportunity for a few small fish."

But in the ranks of the Brotherhood, Leyoke on the other side said quietly:

"Redmore is the'sleepless', he can't read it wrong."

Oschu glanced at Leyoke with dissatisfaction.

"Yes, it's them!" Redmore panted, straightened up, gritted his teeth:

"When they were on Red Square Street, they sneakily hid outside of'One Night Aventure' to watch, then escaped into the blood bottle gang's realm, and now they are here again... they definitely have a problem!"

"Fuck," Cohen blinked, and he lowered his voice, slightly surprised:

"How does he know we are from Red Square Street?"

Glover sneered and replied gruffly:

"Because you look like a prostitute."

Cohn was ignorant first, then unhappy.

Thales rolled his eyes and observed almost everyone in the court.

"We are still very busy, so you three."

Auschu waved his axe and said loudly:

"Is he surrendered and confessed obediently, or wait for us—"

"I said that!"

Thales suddenly spoke in a long voice, so that everyone here could hear clearly:

"Your level is not enough, Morris, let him talk to me!"

The interrupted Oschu looked cold.

He glanced around first, and the whispering brotherhood thugs became quiet again.

"Every year, there are always nobles and young masters who are used to drinking and drinking. They are pretentious and want to learn the stage play, disguise and make private visits to this magical place."

Auschu stared coldly at Thales, who looked the youngest but was clearly the leader of the three:

"Just to see how miserable we are, and then feel how well we are."

His words made many thugs look jealous.

Thunder Axe's tone changed, turning into a grin:

"Until they saw: how well we lived, how miserable they ended up."

Between the swordsmanship, Glover felt the attacking hostility of the surrounding people more and more obvious, and couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"enough."

Ed Leonsa, the "cone" of the Brotherhood team, drew a mace and spoke coldly:

"If you have anything, hit the ground and talk again!"

Opposite him, Cohen drew the weight-bearer sword from the scabbard and stood ready.

"Everyone!"

Thales had to cough heavily.

"Are we really going to do this?"

He exhaled and glanced at the dense surrounding enemies.

Okay.

Almost a little bit, he could catch up with the murderous sword of disaster, the majestic Lombard formation, or the surging orcs of the dark tide.

"To be honest, I'm past age."

Thales was helpless and authentic.

Auschu frowned, but he couldn't help looking at the team that was moving, calculating the time of double-teaming.

I saw the young man spread his hands and ignored the ferocious eyes of countless people in front of him.

"I said, I really had to show my identity or show my strength, and then used the accent amidst the exclamation to pretend to be high-pitched, scaring the enemy into a dumbfounded and **** off, and let passers-by blindly fill my head and worship as an invincible strong man. , The age to gain self-esteem, pleasure and presence from it."

Cohen and Glover looked at each other.

"So, please, I don't want to do that," Thales noticed that more and more thugs were moving quietly, gathering behind them:

"I am not interested in this approach."

Glover and Cohen turned around, expanded the defense zone, and watched for movement around them.

"Oh? So which noble young master are you, after revealing your identity..."

Auschu's complexion changed, showing a vicious look:

"Can we ask for more ransom?"

But the boy smiled slightly, regardless.

"In fact, I doubt if my father will pay me a ransom-based on previous experience, he probably would rather have me torn."

At this moment, another cold voice sounded:

"how do you know?"

Oschu, who was interrupted again, saw the speaker clearly and said with dissatisfaction:

"Leyoke..."

But Thales chuckled softly and looked at the familiar face he had seen countless times in the streets when he was a child.

His old "friend".

Quiet killer, Leyoke.

At that time, the man always lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, took a leisurely pace, swayed his shoulders, and slowly walked into the fraternity territory, just like an ordinary local bastard.

But even Quaid, who had become arrogant and domineering, didn't dare to say anything when he saw him.

And all the beggars know-don't look into his eyes.

Thales dissipated his memories and chuckled:

"Because I know my father."

But Quiet Killer shook his head:

"Do not."

"What I am asking is: How can you be sure that the person leading us is Morris?"

Thales narrowed his eyes.

Seeing his authority being questioned again, Oschu angrily warned:

"Leyoke!"

But the Silent Killer didn't even look at Oschu, but stared at Thales quietly.

Thales looked at the vicissitudes of each other's familiar face, and suddenly remembered when he was young, listening to him and Belicia's lingering experience in the corner.

"This guy."

Thales pointed towards Oschu:

"He started his fortune in the'Thirteen Generals' era, and is the sword in Roda's hand."

Auschu's expression changed.

"Cone is the beater of Jencha, and Leyok, your business is mediated by Morris," Thales nodded one by one, like a few treasures, and even a little lazy:

"As for the sleepless person over there, that is Lanser's."

Leyoke, Ed Leonsa and Redmore, the three frowned.

Glover was puzzled: even if he was a beggar from the blood bottle gang, he didn't know the internal news of these brotherhoods, how did the prince...

Cohen looked calm:

Anyway, the stars know everything!

"The Brotherhood has such a big action and battle, but you don't belong to each other. You are divided into four big bosses. That means that the leader is another person."

"As for the closest person, I can only think of Fat Morris."

Thales looked around and said loudly:

"Why isn't he coming out yet?"

But Thales' voice spread in the alley, but no one answered, which could only arouse the doubts of everyone in the Brotherhood.

Thales frowned and began to mutter.

Did you guess wrong?

Ed Leonsa in the crowd snorted coldly: "This kid has a sharp mouth, just don't know--"

Before he finished his words, his figure suddenly moved and suddenly attacked!

Go straight to Thales!

Suddenly, the expressions of both Oschu and Thales changed slightly.

However, a figure flashed behind the young man, facing Adriansa, and the air was surging between the sparks and fire!

clang! clang! laugh!

The narrow lanes, the sound of weapons striking the eardrums, the listeners frowned!

At the end of the triad, Ed Leonsa gritted his teeth and withdrew.

He looked at a wound on his right arm, furious.

Opposite him, Glover, who was blocking Thales, coldly retracted his sword and threw off the blood on the blade.

A small commotion broke out in the fraternity team, and Oschu suddenly changed his color.

That's a steel cone known for being able to play under the piano player.

Today's idea... is indeed a bit hard.

"Fuck," Cohen gave a small surprised look, and couldn't help but look at Glover with admiration:

"Although this guy can't beat me, he is still very awkward with his sword..."

Glover exhaled from his nose in response to disdain.

"I have seen this sword move and step..."

Ed Leonsa tore off the black silk cloth on his arm and tied the wound tightly. He stared at Glover firmly, with a look of dread:

"Have you served in the standing army?"

"It's very close," Glover snorted coldly, and then swung the long sword to stop the other two brotherhood thugs:

"Guess again?"

Ed Leonsa frowned.

Auschu couldn't stand it anymore and shouted angrily:

"Fuck it-side by side, take them down!"

The voice fell, and on the other side, the two thugs nearest to them roared and rushed up!

The surrounding figures are surging, obviously eager to try.

Thales sighed.

The result is still going to this point?

Sure enough, there was no need for him to speak, another sturdy figure passed the young man and greeted him.

laugh! Huh!

With two scary muffled noises, the two thugs in front fell to the ground, blood drenched, and painful cry.

"Drag back to disinfect and bandage, there may be rescue..."

Cohen used his "bearer" to pull the wind to hold a sword, looked at the enemies in front of him, and snorted disdainfully:

"Who else?"

The thugs in his direction all stagnated, staring at Cohen's still bleeding blade, no one rushed forward.

On the other side, Glover also showed his sword and blood without changing his face. After knocking down one person, he pushed him back into the enemy's team, causing confusion for the opponent.

The neat moves and powerful shots of the two have an extraordinary effect. The brothers' thugs looked at each other and stopped moving for a while.

Cohen let out a sigh of relief: Fortunately, the brave and ruthless streets are not the same as the battlefields forbidden by Ling Xing. As long as you bring down the most ruthless and most fatal one, it forms a deterrent...

Only Thales rubbed his face with a headache.

Damn it.

Auschu watched as his subordinates dragged the fallen thugs away, watching them look forward and backward, and he was annoyed:

The opponent's strength is tricky, let's leave it alone...

But the brotherhood fighters in the royal capital, haven't it been a long time since they fought hard?

Obviously, as long as someone is cruel, they will stop their attack desperately...

hateful!

Why did the blood bottle help with these two hard ideas?

Then...

Auschu looked at Cohen and Glover, motioned to the others, and slammed in the direction of Thales.

The formation of the Brotherhood immediately began to move.

Cohen has been on duty on the streets of the royal capital for many years, and he is sensitive to their plans. He stretches his arms to protect Thales behind him:

"Don't even think about it."

Glover took a step back tacitly, and the two firmly protected Thales.

But Thales sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I'm serious!"

Regardless of the faces of the two people beside him, Thales opened their arms and pointed at Oschu and Leyoke with a sad expression:

"You go and tell Morris: I can help with the problem he encountered."

"I said, here I am leading."

Auschu stretched out his finger, extremely dissatisfied:

"And I don't..."

That's it.

Thales didn't bother to listen to his ruthless words intended to distract and take the opportunity to attack.

Seeing this, it is estimated that if they say that they are a prince, they will not stop and sit down and talk.

You have to get some genuine products.

"Auschu, Thunder Axe, right?"

Thales spoke up:

"Since you work for Roda, I think you must know the blacksmiths on South Street, such as Karachi?"

Auschu's arms froze in the air.

"You must also feel very bad. After he and other shops with you were inexplicably raided, your underground arms business, especially the processing links such as the tempering of second-hand goods, suddenly became obstacles and difficult? "

Thales sneered:

"And it's more than this thing that makes you feel bad."

Thales saw with satisfaction that as soon as this remark came out, it was not only Oschu, but many brotherhood thugs including Ed Leonsa, Lyork, and Redmore changed their faces.

Glover was puzzled again: Do you know all this?

"He does know something, it doesn't seem to be a small fish," Ed Leonsa, the northerner on the other side, said coldly:

"Regardless of casualties, take him down."

The hands behind him immediately moved forward, but Thales turned his head in time.

"Adriosa!"

The teenager spoke loudly:

"You are the top general of Cencha. You have been running business with him in the northern border and Yadi. To be precise, you are fighting for territory with the blood bottle gang."

Ed Leonsa snorted coldly.

"And these years, especially when the alarm at Broken Dragon Fortress was lifted, and after the northern frontiers were restored to peace, you went smoothly and drove the blood bottle gang to the bottom of the water."

"But you were sent back by Cenza."

Thales shook his head:

"Because he knows, knows the reason for your victory over the years, and knows the key to the development of the Black Street Brotherhood."

"Especially these days, when your development is blocked."

The voice fell, but the figure in front of me flickered!

clang!

Ed Leonsa's mace was twisted with Glover's sword, unable to advance or retreat.

"Fuck."

The Northlander, nicknamed Steel Cone, gritted his teeth and looked grim:

"I **** hate nobles!"

"It's a coincidence," Glover wrestled with the opponent, yet he did not forget to respond in a dull voice:

"me too."

But on the other side, Cohen suddenly trembled, and subconsciously turned his head back and raised his sword to block a blade that appeared from nowhere!

clang!

Leyok's figure is erratic, and will retreat when touched, like a ghost in the sun.

Suddenly the situation suddenly changed, shouting and killing!

Brotherhood thugs besieged.

Glover and Cohen yelled angrily, the two of them one after another, protecting Thales in the middle, rose up and tried their best to resist the attack of the sword!

Thales knew it was not good, but he had faced this situation countless times, and he believed in the abilities of Glover and Cohen, so he forgot the panic in his heart and did not panic:

"Leyoke!"

"Do you worry about pestering us here?"

Leyok among the crowd moved his eyes.

"Belicia just escaped danger, won't you go and see?"

Leyoke's expression changed, he put down the sharp blade and stopped the thugs behind him.

Thales smiled slightly:

"Or, the news she brought back made your head nervous?"

Leyoke's face changed again!

But this time, he showed a ruthless look and ordered his subordinates:

"Go on, leave him a tongue, as long as he can speak."

Thales's smile stagnated.

grass.

On the other side, Glover and Ed Leonsa separated again, his long sword hooked, and at the same time he brought out two blood, put down the two thugs who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity, and blocked other enemies who wanted to swarm up. .

But Cohen roared and swung his sword, restraining the width with strength, and knocking down the enemies who couldn't help but fall back into the team.

"Aren't you coming out yet, Morris?"

In the sound of killing, Thales called out the crime of the prison river, let his voice penetrate the crowd.

But the situation remains unchanged.

"Take care of yourself," Auschu sneered in front of him: "Little young master with broken mouth!"

Thales felt cold.

"I want to say, that Huaiya," Cohen panted.

"Really no need to ask for help with fireworks?"

Although Cohen and Glover performed well, but Thales couldn't help becoming anxious looking at the enemies that surged forward and backward.

"What about Lanser? The Sleepless Eye of the Brotherhood?"

The prince added a name and shouted:

"I think, the news that Belicia spit out, he is the deepest, right?"

"He doesn't want to'go home and see'?"

As soon as his voice fell, a distinctive and steady voice spread in the air, like a sound in his ears:

"stop!"

Thales took a breath and stared at the surging crowd.

at last.

A sturdy figure appeared in the crowd, he spoke in a deep voice, but like a mighty force, the crowd calmed down:

"Everyone, step back."

The thugs were puzzled in the chaos, and then from back to front, slowly lowered their weapons, stopped and retreated.

The cry of killing gradually ceased.

Glover put away the sword, leaving two poor worms wailing on the ground.

Cohen knocked over the last hitman who had blushed with an elbow, panting and raising his head.

The crowds in the alley separated slowly, and a short, stout man walked along calmly.

Thales saw the opponent's face clearly, and his heart fell to the ground.

Six years.

See him again.

"Boss Morris!"

When Oschu saw the incoming person, his expression was grave:

"We will soon win..."

But Morris just raised the corners of his mouth and showed a grinning smile:

"Don't you see it, axe?"

One of the six giants of the Brotherhood, Morris, who occupies the lower city of the capital, patted Auschw on the shoulder.

He turned his head coldly and looked straight at Thales.

"He is not the scumbags you kidnapped."

"It's not the young masters who think they are the protagonists of the novel, but once they lose their identity or the power of the magic weapon, they will be trembling with nothing."

Thales also looked back at Morris, his eyes cold.

In his days of beggars, it was this benevolent fat man who controlled the Black Street-the origin of the Black Street Brotherhood-and even the gang business in the entire Xiacheng District. Every time he appeared, whether Leyoke, Belicia, Li K, Locke, Quaid, Beth, most of the Brotherhood members Thales had met had to bow their heads.

And he will occasionally appear in the sunset bar, making Yala look cautious every time, and the boss looks bad.

Oh, yes, Morris also raised a fierce angry wolfhound that almost killed Thales.

But this is nothing compared to Morris's another crime: He once lived and died of a beggar who escaped in full view.

Since then, the Brotherhood’s own people and their opponents have been in awe of Morris: no matter who they are, when they are able to deal with this child and look at each other with a smiling fat man without any mercy, they will Feeling cold behind my back.

The beggars evaded and flinched under Quaid's warning, for fear of being touched.

But at this moment, Thales suddenly found that he was already standing here, looking directly at the other person.

"This is a nobleman," Morris continued forward, through the crowd, and the brothers' thugs all bowed their heads and retreated. "The real kind."

"Not the kind of trash dudes that red turbans like to cling to."

Morris finally came to Thales.

Cohen and Glover stopped in front of Thales loyally and warned the ordinary-looking fat man.

And Morris looked at the two bodyguards in front of him, showing a shrewd smile unique to a businessman.

At that moment, Thales was suddenly frightened!

"enough!"

The teenager spoke abruptly, looking a little gaffe:

"Close enough!"

Thales reminded his two subordinates aloud: "Be careful, this guy's ability--"

But before Thales finished speaking, Morris raised his eyebrows and squinted:

"Yeah, enough."

In the next second, Cohen and Glover's complexion changed drastically, and they all shook together!

With two dull noises, the two weapons pressed against the ground at the same time.

Thales was taken aback.

I saw Glover trembling and pulling open his collar, gasping in pain:

"I... breathe..."

And Morris just looked at him with a smile, as if watching a kid next door play a game.

Damn it!

Thales was furious: Morris's ability-too ​​far away!

On the other side, Cohen also blushed, supporting the ground desperately:

"I remember... Brotherhood... Fatty boss... Ability... Air..."

Damn it, if you give him a chance, you don’t need too much, as long as there is one second, one second for the sword, you don’t need to be so embarrassed in front of the Prince Palace...

[But you don’t have that second. 】

In the end of the tower, Master Jedi’s words rang in his ears:

[If you don't grab it, there will be no. 】

If you don't grab it, there will be no.

Cohen thumped the ground angrily and painfully, but it only made breathing more difficult.

"Ah, I recognize it, you are the famous'idiot vigilante' in the green leather den of West City," Morris carefully looked at Cohen with his hood down, and said:

"It's really not easy for your father to live till now."

Cohen trembled all over:

"Fuck—"

Glover's face was savage, and he was staring at his hand with difficulty breathing.

Damn, if it wasn't for the whiplash, I could...

Morris straightened up, and this time, he looked at Thales, smiling undiminished but his eyes turned cold.

"Go ahead, kid," the fat man tweeted:

"who are you?"

"Or more directly-who is your boss or your father?"

Thales took a deep breath and realized that he was not in the target of Morris's ability.

but……

He raised his head and looked at Morris who was smiling.

And Oschu with a grinning smile behind him, Ed Leonsa who was unhappy, and Leyoke with a cold expression.

He underestimated Morris-the opponent is not a brotherhood butler who rarely takes shots in the impression. On the contrary, if used properly, his ability can even bring down two super masters.

but……

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Six years ago, I didn't even have a chance to face him, did he?

At that time, a dog of the opponent could kill himself.

but now……

Thales opened his eyes, his eyes calm and clear:

"The trick is fun."

Morris gave a hum and looked at the boy enthusiastically:

"Courageous."

But Thales' next sentence made Morris smile:

"So, that's how Black Sword was trained?"

Thales curled up his lips:

"Because of your air power, he has simulated similar predicaments countless times, and constantly improves his anti-stress training, so that he can take it easy and escape every time he faces Ashida?"

Black sword.

Ashida.

Morris frowned.

But a few seconds later, he laughed.

"Over the years, more than one person has brought out the black sword in front of me."

When there were two shouts, Glover and Cohen could no longer grasp the hilt of their swords, and supported their arms on the ground.

As the air is thinner, their hypoxia symptoms become more obvious.

Thales was anxious, but he forced himself to calm down and looked straight at each other.

It's just that Morris scratched his chin, looking nostalgic:

"They always have the tone of an old fritters, pretending to be familiar with people, as if they are at a very high level and doing a lot of business-this is as interesting as'know the kingdom's wrath, I used to talk and laugh with him.'"

The wrath of the kingdom.

Thales thought about the man who rushed into the enemy line with his back on his back, and frowned.

In this world, I'm afraid no one can talk and laugh with that guy.

Thinking like this, he suddenly laughed out of the encirclement.

"I know," Thales also showed a nostalgic expression:

"You don't want to eat this set: You and Hei Jian have known each other very early, and they are very familiar."

"Maybe since more than twenty years ago, when you were still mercenaries in the desert together?"

Morris' eyes narrowed.

Thales chuckles:

"Right, the Big Nine?"

At that moment, the brothers looked at each other in doubt.

Morris did not speak.

He just pursed his mouth and looked at Thales in silence.

The boy looked back at him quietly.

But the next moment, Morris chuckled.

"Pretending to say some secret fur, it makes people feel that you are well-informed and unfathomable."

"I've seen this suit of forcing tricks."

Thales's expression remained unchanged, watching Morris hiss and shook his head:

"Very naive."

Morris waved his hand nonchalantly:

"Tie him and take it home."

But at this moment, the Brotherhood was another commotion!

The commotion did not come from the rear.

Thales lowered his head, also slightly surprised.

I don't know when, Cohen raised his head and stared at Morris.

The brilliance of the stars agitated frantically, gushing from the heart at any cost, flashing bright spots on the skin.

They provide him with a steady stream of extra energy and support the police officer to forcibly inhale much more oxygen than usual.

Make him tremble, but unstoppable...

Stood up.

Cohen clenched his teeth and turned the sword in his hand, his vision gradually turned red and blurred.

It's time to get back.

On the other side, Glover also slowly got up: his power of ending spread all over his body, melting the stored matter and energy, reducing the discomfort of the body, numbing his pain and sorrow, making him look cold.

The zombie's eyes froze and focused on Morris.

As usual, his pain disappeared without a trace.

His feelings gradually became numb.

His body...

Become a cruel, unscrupulous weapon again.

It's time to kill.

Oschu and Leyok looked at the two people in front of them in amazement-they both knew how much burden and harm Morris' abilities would cause to the fragile human body.

This...Is it impossible?

Seeing these two people break free from the shackles of their abilities, Morris was equally surprised.

"I underestimate you," Morris murmured, "This is the ability and quality that can be exercised in a **** fight."

"They are all seedlings of the extreme realm."

Or Black Sword is right.

Ability can be unexpected.

But there is no way to control the end.

Seeing the two tough guys standing up again, Morris touched his forehead helplessly, and gave a helpless wry smile:

"Tsk tusk, why is the master always on the enemy's side."

Thales nodded, feeling the same.

But this time, he smiled happily.

"We... can we talk now?"

Morris' smile stopped for a few seconds.

Auschu and Leyok behind him held their weapons.

The expressions of Cohen and Glover became more terrifying.

Finally, the fat man sighed and spread his hands.

Glover and Cohn suddenly felt that the surrounding air became better smelling again, and they both took a breath and returned to normal.

"Don't worry, I also hate naive tricks," the prince said aloud after the change in the situation made the prince relieved.

"We are all grown-ups."

Morris looked at Thales's tender face and frowned.

Thales reacted and coughed:

"You know, in the age of empire, a man had grown up at the age of fourteen, was able to go to war, marry a wife and have children."

The teenager took a step forward.

"So I don't want to take the identity, nor do I want to scare people with sensational news," Thales looked at him seriously:

"I'll say it again, I'm here to help you, Morris."

Morris rubbed his hands, looked around, and the commotion of the brotherhood thugs calmed down again.

He sneered:

"How to help?"

Returning to the most familiar battlefield, Thales took a deep breath:

"Although the Black Street Brotherhood has a big business, there is no need to gather the staff of four big bosses at the same time to do an ordinary street robbery-even if the other side is followed by two muscular men."

Cohen shook his head, and Glover shook his arm, recovering from his previous state.

Thales thought of what he had seen and heard these days, and said quietly:

"There is only one reason to make you so nervous."

Morris fixedly stared at the boy:

"You're talking nonsense."

Thales ignored his words and sneered:

"But what if it wasn't for them?"

Morris rubbed his hands.

"If you kidnap Belician people from your turf, if you disrupt your business these days, hinder your development, cause you everything to go wrong, the culprit that hits the wall everywhere is not the old opponent you think... "

Thales screamed:

"Not the Blood Bottle Gang?"

Morris didn't reply, but the people behind him such as Oschu, Leyoke, Edriansa and others reacted differently.

"Of course, you already know it-from Belicia's mouth."

Thales said coldly:

"You just don't know what to do."

"Because the enemy is too strong to resist."

Morris pressed his lips tightly and stared at the boy under the hood.

Thales pushed Glover and Cohen away, stepped forward in their worried eyes, came to a foot away from Morris, and looked at each other in parallel.

It turned out that he was as tall as Morris.

And the wicked fat man who scared countless people before him, his eyes...

So afraid?

Thales was at a loss for a while, but he immediately replied to Qingming, decisively:

"And I, I am you, and the only hope of the predicament in front of the Brotherhood."

"Now, can we talk about it?"

Thales finished speaking and waited silently.

The air quieted down.

Morris said nothing, his eyes darkened.

Everyone squeezed their fists or weapons unconsciously.

Lyok's cold eyes met Cohn, while Glover and Ed Leonsa looked at each other and exchanged a provocative look.

Finally, in the uncomfortable silence, Morris burst out laughing!

"Hahahahaha!"

Perhaps because of the air power, his laughter shook the alley and made it uncomfortable.

Lyok pressed his ears uncomfortably and gritted his teeth:

"Boss—"

But Morris suddenly looked back!

"withdraw!"

With a cheerful expression, the fat man waved around happily:

"Go home, go home! Why should I go!"

Everyone in the Brotherhood was stunned.

Thales let out a breath and smiled.

In the next second, Leyoke, who had followed Morris for many years, turned around and gave the order without hesitation. Amidst the rustling footsteps, the people behind him who belonged to Morris dispersed.

Redmore and his sleepless face were expressionless, but they also quietly sank into the shadows, disappearing into the messy and secret alleyways.

Ed Leonsa hesitated for a moment, but also nodded, turning around with his men.

Glover and Cohen finally let out a sigh of relief.

The huge battles in this alleyway disappeared.

Only the last part is left.

"Boss Morris..."

Oschu looked at Thales unwillingly:

"Shall we go to Hongfang Street today?"

Morris didn't look at him, but looked at the prince with interest, and repeated:

"withdraw."

Auschu took a deep breath:

"Boss Morris, since we have already started our team, we shouldn't leave empty-handed. At least go to Hongfang Street and give a warning to the red bandanas..."

Morris heard this, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Oh, that's what I said, that's fine," he waved his hand dullly.

"You go, it's up to you."

Auschu took a moment to look at the thin team behind him.

"But, we are looking for the blood bottle help. There are so many people, Roda boss..."

"Oh! Roda! My old friend!"

Morris dug his ears slowly like an old man behind ears:

"Is he here too?"

Auschu pursed his lips:

"No, boss, but—"

Morris's face collapsed.

"Then what are you talking nonsense?"

The fat man turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with coldness:

"Could it be that your last name is Roda?"

Auschu's face suddenly turned pale.

However, he judged the situation, no longer entangled, just turned around decisively, and led his followers to leave.

The Brotherhood forces that had been heavily besieged, suddenly only three remained:

Morris, Leyoke, and another man who opened the way.

"So..."

In the empty alleyway, Morris rubbed his hands and looked at Thales with a smile: "This handsome and handsome..."

"why?"

Thales interrupted him suddenly:

"Why did you just say that this is a'real nobleman'?"

Morris paused, his eyes rolled.

"Because I have seen it."

Thales narrowed his eyes.

The fat man of the Brotherhood laughed:

"A true nobleman has nothing to do with appearance, or even blood, but a mark burned in the soul and bones."

Morris smiled slightly, his small eyes gleamed:

"Even if you are deep in the mud, even if you are from a mean birth, even if you have nothing."

"They are also destined to be nobles."

Thales thoughtfully.

Morris rubbed his hands on his clothes, stepped forward, and stretched out his palm politely:

"Um, let me introduce you, I'm Morris, I don't have a surname."

He laughed and said:

"A street gangster."

Thales looked at each other's attitude, suddenly mixed feelings.

In six years, too much can indeed be changed.

The boy stopped thinking about it, and smiled, holding Morris' bloated fingers:

"I'm Wya Casso."

Morris smiled still, until Thales' next sentence:

"I am the prince attendant of the Star Kingdom, representing the noble and noble, generous and wise Duke of Xinghu, the second prince..."

Thales looked down:

"His Royal Highness Thales Canxing."

Morris's palm stuck.

Glover and Cohen looked at each other.

Facing Thales' indifferent but self-conscious gaze, Morris seemed a little puzzled.

He blinked, and took a step back, listening to another subordinate whispering.

A few seconds later, the fat man turned his head and changed his face instantly:

"Oh, the prince's attendant, right?"

Morris shook Thales's hands again, shaking vigorously, with a pleasant expression on his face.

"It's a great honor!"

"It's also my honour," Thales let him shake his palm and sighed: "You may not imagine..."

Morris listened.

The boy looked at the naive Morris before him, and said sincerely:

"But a long time ago, I really didn't expect that I would have such a day, standing here like this and talking to you."

Thales shook the fat man's palm back firmly:

"Boss Morris."

Morris's smile was about to reach the back of his ears, and he shook his head with a chuckle: "Oh, you're being polite..."

Glover and Cohen looked at each other's pros and cons, and at the same time showed contemptuous eyes.

"Only a little bit..."

Morris laughed flatteringly, and Thales curled his mouth slightly.

"As the son of Earl Gilbert Caso, the prince's attendant of a distinguished background, His Excellency Wiya Caso, this year is twenty-four years old," Morris was excited, but his words made Thales stunned. Discoloration:

"And he doesn't look like you."

At that moment, Thales' expression froze on his face.

"At least you are not as handsome and suai as you!"

Morris happily slapped the back of the boy's hand, bowed awkwardly, and his eyes shot brightly:

"Noble and noble, generous and wise..."

"Prince Thales?"

La la la!

(End of this chapter)