Kingdom’s Bloodline

69 net 69, the fastest update of Kingdom Bloodline! This is a dilapidated warehouse on Pier No. 1 in the Emerald City Canal District.

Cangyang, many famous local bosses sat down at a large round table one after another. They have different appearances and different outfits. Some have fierce faces, some are elegant with glasses, and some are dressed luxuriously. Rich and full, there are also shabby clothes. . .

Abu, I heard that you made money from the dumper?

Fuck you! Those misers who dumped food hired us to do unscrupulous jobs. Last week they pretended to be barons to scare the farmers, and this week they pretended to be troublemakers and smashed up farms. They are so despicable...

Hey, don't let Montero hear what you said, he is the group of brothers who pay for the money...

The bosses here are obviously familiar with each other. The good guy Tommy whispered to Tarimi, who was sitting next to him, discussing business in a low voice. Garmandia stared viciously at the bosses of the audience, while Journalist Franco and Newspaper Seller Zeka ridiculed each other.

Hey, Zeka, you're still alive? I thought the water ghoul had swallowed you.

That's right, how about this, to celebrate that I'm not dead, I'll take you to the high seas some other day, to sell plays?

How boring the high seas are, tsk tsk, how about the high seas?

Oh, put your paws away, both of you, and the toothless dog will stop barking...

As a landlord, Du Luo, who was sitting next to them, also laughed and tried to join the conversation, but the bosses treated him coldly and ignored him after greeting him, embarrassing Du Luo.

Each boss brought a famous assistant or entourage. They leaned against the wall of the warehouse, or sat on the shelf left behind. bad.

No, they're nervous.

Behind Duro's seat, Glover leaned against the wall and looked around, feeling something was wrong.

As the most powerful leader, Fogg sat silently in the best position without saying a word. And the people in the warehouse were all watching intentionally or unintentionally a guest at the round table who shouldn't be here—a grinning man in a dark red coat.

The other bosses were all sitting next to each other, only the man in the red coat was not approaching, and there was no one on the left and right sides.

That is,

It was the first time I saw so many bosses present, and I was so nervous... Zimikas looked excited, and directed the younger brothers back and forth to bring tea and water, although most of them were rudely rejected by the guests.

But they're not you, they shouldn't be nervous. Glover tightened the bandage on his arm.

Zimikas was taken aback for a moment, and said angrily, Hey, you're new here, what's your manners? Is that how you talk to seniors?

In such an atmosphere, behind Glover and Zimikas, Midilla Rolfe sat in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

This is the Blood Bottle Gang.

In the midst of the noise, he said to himself silently.

He is back.

Finally came back.

Oh shit, the barber is here too, I never get along with that guy...

Me too, black silk blocked me, I wanted to ask him for some information, but he actually said no, damn it, he's playing tricks on me...

Obviously it's the Emerald Festival, we were supposed to be lying down and earning money, but it turned out... Fuck, what a bad luck.

Since your business is doing well there, when will you take care of your brothers?

I went to Qing Pi, but those fat-headed bastards didn't want to do anything. Fortunately, I followed the rules, but at the critical moment, they were useless, bastards who took money and didn't do anything...

Rolf breathed in a trance, listening to the bosses, either with playful smiles or ferocious expressions, talking about topics that seemed familiar to him.

He knows what it's like here.

I also know what kind of goods are in here.

Dark, cruel, hypocritical, base, shameless, out of order, out of sight——

【Wow, Rolf, you are now a member of the Blood Bottle Gang, it's different! 】

【Hey, when the boss heard that you, Rolf, followed the eldest sister, he was so frightened that he froze! 】

[It deserves it, who made him treat us so badly before, hmph, from now on we will go to his shop every day to make trouble! 】

A familiar yet illusory voice sounded in his ear, and Rolf trembled!

what happened?

The Ghost with the Wind raised his head subconsciously, but the people in the warehouse were all local blood bottle gang members from Emerald City.

No one is calling him.

No one knew him.

No one cares about him.

no one.

Rolf reacted, feeling a little lost and sad for a moment.

After all, he is no longer here.

However……

[Rolf, I heard that there is a big battle on Red Square Street tonight, how about it, do you want to do it? 】

Red Square Street?

At that moment, Rolf felt his heart skip a beat.

[Ghost with the wind, your task is very simple: harass, transfer, harass again, and transfer again, completely separate them on Hongfang Street...]

The ghost with the wind.

Rolf was shaking slightly as he held his prosthetic limb.

【Yo, Rolf, why are there so few of you here? Why, Miss Catherine is scared? 】

[Rolf, I heard

^0^You were taken by a big shot in the gang? So is the backstage of our gang a rich woman or a big landlord? It can't really be a magician, can it? The kind that can do tricks? 】

It was so chaotic that Rolf couldn't tell the past from the present for a moment. The familiar noises around him were combined with the impression of the past, and they were inseparable. Back to the smug and frivolous ghost of the wind in the blood bottle gang.

[Now there are two black silks that are in the limelight, one is called 'Steel Cone' and the other is called 'Quiet Killer', but they are arrogant, tsk tsk, ghost with the wind, what do you say? 】

【Hahahaha, have you seen the faces of Spencer and Dorno? They were assigned to watch! Watch out! Ha ha! 】

【Really, I heard it when I was letting the wind out! Sister Catherine said, when you have enough qualifications, Rolf, I will assign you the area in the southern suburbs! You have to cover your brother a little bit! 】

【Rolf, you are so powerful at such a young age, when will you become the number one in the Blood Bottle Gang? 】

Snapped!

Returning to reality, Rolf looked up in surprise and found that Glover had patted him.

Are you okay? The zombie frowned, looked at Zimikas in front of him, and added unnaturally, Uh, Teto, brother?

How is he?

Rolf nodded, let go of the illusory echo in his ears, and returned to reality.

certainly.

Of course he's fine.

Until the next voice broke the atmosphere in the warehouse.

lah-lah-lah, lah-lah-lah, a sinister and cold voice sounded from one end of the round table, You Emerald City, you have to delay the meeting for so long, are you waiting for the candy?

The moment he heard this voice, Rolf unconsciously clenched his breath.

No.

No.

The barn fell silent, and all eyes turned to the speaker—it was the man in the dark red coat, sitting alone and lazily at the end of the round table, with a malicious expression on his face.

Several bosses exchanged glances, and one of them made a gesture, and the subordinates behind him understood, pulled their sleeves and came forward and shouted:

Hey, outsider, what are you talking about?

As a guest, the man in the dark red coat just smiled and said nothing, but the ruthless subordinates behind him stepped forward without fear and confronted these people: Boss, he can say whatever he wants!

Damn it, you are indeed from the capital, Zimikas, who was squeezed into a corner, rubbed his hands and whispered, You are so arrogant, you can fight at first sight!

Glover snorted.

alright.

Just when the dispute between the two parties was about to escalate from a quarrel to a shoving, The Wanderer Fogg, who had been silent at the round table, finally said: I still have tank fish to feed at home, let's start earlier.

Speaking of this, Fogg's voice paused, he raised his head, and looked at the two groups of people in conflict with strange eyes:

Oh, again, any of you want to help me feed the fish?

This sentence seemed to have some magical power, and the venue immediately fell silent, and the two groups of people who were on the verge of swords backed away unconvinced.

The guest in the dark red coat frowned and snorted secretly.

Fogg unhurriedly took out his pipe, and the entourage behind him came up to light a cigarette for him:

Now that the fish, oh, I mean most of the people are here to work, let's get started.

Duro waved, and Zimikas hurriedly drove out the boys who brought tea and water (hastily accepted by him in the past few days), but just as he was about to drive Rolf away, Glover slapped him. Holding his shoulder, Zimikas grinned his teeth in pain, so he had to give up.

Fogg took a puff of cigarette and looked calmly at the guest in the red coat opposite: Welcome our guest first, yes, you have all seen him: Mr. lah-lah-lah from the capital, he must be here Giving us candy?

There was a burst of sparse laughter in the warehouse.

The guest in the red coat squinted his eyes, and the entourage behind him looked unfriendly.

Nice joke, Fogg. I rarely come to the Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but that's okay, the guest smiled, and his face gradually became serious. Actually, I'm from the Royal Capital. My name is Nekla, of course, some people also call me 'Red Viper', ha, 'someone'.

Nekla.

Red Viper.

The barn fell silent, and then there were rustling whispers.

Look! I knew I was right! Zimikas was triumphant.

I know him. Glover whispered to the mute beside him.

Rolf nodded in a daze, he could feel himself trembling slightly.

The Wind Walker tries to control his emotions so that they don't affect the air flow around him.

It turns out to be the famous boss Nekla, welcome.

On the round table, Gutierrez, who was lean and cold, who was in charge of the underground black boxing business, pressed the knuckles on his fist and said coldly: I have a small question: I heard that the nickname of the Red Viper is Black Sword. Picked it up for you personally?

Fogg's eyes moved.

Amidst the commotion, Red Viper shrugged.

Hey, it's so mysterious, Nekla said with a smile, I survived the night that Black Sword killed Lausanne and Boss Turnbull more than ten years ago.

As soon as this remark came out, the commotion in the warehouse became even worse.

Look! The boss who can't even be killed by a black sword! Zimikas excitedly

^0^ Road to Glover.

Of course, as for whether the nickname was given by Black Sword, Nekla continued, shrugging indifferently, Well, I never asked him.

Trust me, you will, Fogg boss said suddenly, Xiao Hong.

There was laughter again in the warehouse, mostly from the local gang members, and Nekla's smile gradually froze.

It seems that he and Fogg are not getting along? Glover whispered.

How could it be? Zimikas bite the bullet, The Blood Bottle Gang is united...

But the bosses don't seem to think so.

Forgive me for being ill-informed, Boss Fogg, on the round table, the barber Balta had an honest look, as if he had just come from the barber shop, and even had his work apron stuffed in his pocket, with the skirt hanging outside. Intercept, Didn't we hear that before we came, there are colleagues from Wangdu coming to 'guidance work'?

Coincidentally, I haven't heard of it either. The good guy Tommy said with a smile.

I didn't hear about it at least a week ago. Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, added coldly.

Fogg snorted softly.

Yes, when dear Nekla appeared at the door, the wanderer shook his head, I was also surprised: what are you doing?

The bosses all turned their eyes to look at the red viper.

Hey, don't look outside, Nekla laughed loudly, I heard that you have encountered difficulties for the time being, no, the blood bottle gang is mutually beneficial, so I came here to help!

After listening to Red Viper's words, the bosses at the round table frowned and exchanged glances.

Temporarily encountered difficulties.

Glover made a note in his heart.

But he didn't notice Rolf beside him.

At that moment, hearing that familiar sinister voice again, the ghost with the wind in the corner felt that the blood in his body was about to freeze.

【Why are you still alive? 】

This sinister voice sounded in his ears again, and Rolf felt his whole body tense and cold.

【Why did you survive? Instead of Kex, Song, Spin or Dorno? 】

The voice continued.

【Why are you and Catherine's people survived, but not mine? 】

No.

Rolf took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the present.

No, it's a memory.

just memories.

Just, memories.

[However, how can a Wind Follower who can't speak, has no legs, and is dying of serious injuries serve her? 】

Those memories that have been entangled with him throughout the years and never let him go.

[So, you might as well die in battle and disappear! 】

Rolf closed his eyes.

Although the prosthetic limbs made for him by Mindis Hall were well-made and durable, it still took him a whole year to get used to them, and he tried his best to barely reach the level of a normal person.

Over the years, he woke up from bed countless times, feeling that his legs were still there.

He also habitually got up and got out of bed countless times, trying to step on the ground, but fell hard.

He even dreamed countless times, dreaming that his legs were cut off and burned again and again, but he could only roar in vain with that sinister laughter that will never be forgotten.

Once, he thought that he had slowly become numb and gradually forgotten.

until now.

Now, the heart-piercing pain returned to his leg.

Heard? You heard?

Fogg let out a puff of smoke, and glanced at the bosses on the round table: Well, then, who did you listen to, Xiaohong?

The wanderer's tone was normal, but the bosses at the round table all looked away.

Instead of caring about this, old Fogg, it's better to focus on business, Nekla smiled as before, For example, what difficulties did you encounter?

Does this have anything to do with you? Fogg asked casually.

This has something to do with the Blood Bottle Gang. Nekla's eyes lit up.

My fish. Fogg said suddenly.

Nekla was taken aback: What?

The bosses at the table were also puzzled.

Fogg sighed: I've been out for too long, the fish in my house, what can they do?

Including Nekla, the bosses looked at each other, not knowing why.

Glover frowned at the wall.

Well, Boss Fogg, Franco, the Recorder at the table, tentatively asked, Boss Nekla came from a long way, and it’s the Emerald Festival, why don’t we be so serious, why don’t we go to another place and talk while eating -

I found them.

But at this moment, the other boss on the table, the dung egg Roger with a hideous expression, spoke first and interrupted Franco:

The one I lost was found yesterday—it's all in the river, all bloated and rotten.

The expressions of the bosses present changed slightly, Fogg was silent, and Nekla was thoughtful.

Roger looked at the bosses and gritted his teeth: Fuck him paralyzed.

Oh, there are casualties, Nekla murmured, looking at Fogg on the opposite side, This is not a trivial matter, is it?

But Fogg took a drag on his cigarette and said nothing.

Remarks Franco glanced at Nekla, as if scolding him for not speaking, but Franco didn't say anything after all, just frowned

^0^Header:

Who did it? Didn't leave any clues?

Any more clues? Roger clenched his fists. North Gate Bridge! Those black silk sons of a bitch, they're clearly going to war—

Roger! Franco interrupted sharply.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

Well, I understand, the black silk is messing with us, in the Emerald City, Nekla snorted softly as a guest, and looked around the round table, Fogg, you are the boss, why don't you say something?

Fogg raised his head, but sighed.

You know, those in my tank are piranhas, Fogg fanned the sparks on the pipe, muttering inexplicable words, They are very picky eaters, they only eat meat, so they are not easy to raise.

The bosses frowned again.

Ahem, that, everyone, my people went out to sweep the streets last week, and they disappeared when they finished work. They have been missing until now.

There was a strange silence, entrenched in the Glory District, Tarimi, who was in charge of the market business, coughed and said:

Including my brother-in-law, that kid is very good at beating, he is as strong as a horse, and he will be gone if he says nothing. My wife almost made me deaf from crying, and my brothers are also very angry.

Like you, in my casino, two bodyguards who watched the game died, Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, said coldly, One died in the sink, staining the water red, and the other is still alive today. None were found. There are still many gamblers who never showed up after the celebration started.”

Roger cursed sympathetically, and the others became even more frowning.

Fogg said nothing, and let the pipe in his house burn.

In the rear, Glover asked the bewildered Zimikas in a low voice, So, you are being attacked?

It doesn't sound good. On the other side of the round table, Nekla folded his arms and came to the same conclusion as Glover: We, in the Emerald City, in the Queen's City, and in the Vial Gang have been dominant since ancient times. In the territory, was attacked?

It couldn't be more obvious! Roger on the round table thumped the table and said ruthlessly, The black silks are too arrogant, they must pay the price!

Don't jump so fast yet, Roger.

Newspaper seller Zeka interrupted him with a frown:

The Emerald Celebration has always had a mixed flow of people, and some people die every year, most of them are seeking revenge or making trouble after drinking...

Hey, the water ghoul didn't do it, did it? Tommy, the good guy next to him, smiled.

Roger's eyes were burning when he heard it: You son of a bitch...

So, Franco interrupted hastily, looking quite accustomed to the role of chairing the meeting, is there anyone else?

I!

On the other side, Sangare, who lives by the poultry business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes: They broke into my kennel in the middle of the night, all the guards died, their throats were cut and they were hung upside down...

But compared to this, they don't even spare dogs...Ahhhhh! That's my best dog! Hunting dogs, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breed dogs! My Hard work! What kind of person is so cruel that he won't let a dog go! Those black silk sons of bitches!

Sangarei howled and thumped the table.

Fogg, who was smoking a cigarette, frowned, Nekla sneered faintly, and the helpers in the warehouse whispered.

The Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang are going to war, now? Glover patted Rolf and asked in a low voice, but the latter didn't answer him.

Sangarei, we understand, calm down. At the round table, Field Recorder Franco sighed.

And me, I have a promising punch, Gutierrez, who manages the underground black boxing business, said in a muffled voice on the round table, I was still in the match the night before, but I missed work yesterday and didn't show up. We searched for it all day... It's the fourth punch I've lost in two weeks, not counting the ones who were hawking tickets on the street and then disappeared.

The atmosphere on the round table became more and more dignified.

but……

Bad shoemaker Jia Jia was dressed very richly. He wiped the ashes on the round table with disgust, and then leaned on it:

I don't mean anything else, but based on your previous record...that punch, you couldn't have fucked him too hard and withheld too much, forcing him to run away from home, right?

Gutierrez glared at him:

His wife and children are still at home.

Jia Jia tutted and shook his head: Tsk, that is, you are so cruel that they would rather run away without their wives and children?

The last punch, we ended up finding their bodies in the river as well.

Wow, you are really so ruthless, the boxers are so desperate that they run away from home and jump into the river?

They had their throats cut!

Slit your neck and commit suicide before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how badly you must be the boss...

Gutierrez couldn't bear it anymore and stood up angrily:

Hey!

But before he could attack, the red viper on the other side suddenly made a sound.

Oh, I thought that the brothers in the Emerald City were living a good life, after all, they are backed by the city of wealth. But it sounds like you are in a bad situation. Not only are you beaten for nothing, but you can't unite?

Red Viper played with a dagger, and stared at Fogg directly:

You know, we are the Blood Bottle Gang!

Gutierrez and Jaga looked at each other, the former snorted angrily, and finally sat back in his original position under Franco's mediation.

Unity?

Roger on the other side snorted coldly and said sarcastically:

^0^Master Jia Jia is now in the top spot. He is no longer the stinking leather craftsman before, but a member of the Great Chamber of Commerce. The leather business is booming! He has a head and a face, he calls the police officer a brother, and he repairs bridges from time to time Make up the road, I heard that I went to the Kongming Palace for a banquet a few days ago? Tsk tsk, how can you remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us, and how can you talk about unity with us low-spirited villains? ?”

Don't worry about it, Jia Jia snorted angrily, I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang, and I am a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I will never forget this, and Boss Fogg knows this very well.

It's only at this time that you think of the boss, Gutierrez sneered, What do you usually eat?

The quarrel at the round table seemed to continue, but Nekla spoke again.

Don't worry!

Red Viper clicked his tongue and looked directly at Fogg: We all know the difficulties you have encountered, and this is why you are here, right, old Fogg?

After the words fell, the people on the round table all looked at Fogg.

But the latter is still smoking a cigarette.

Nekla, Fogg exhaled a few seconds later, Do you know how to raise a tank of piranhas?

Nekla and the others frowned.

You have to carefully prepare the feed, meat feed, put it little by little, and there must be a little blood, Fogg shook his head, But there is too much blood, it doesn't work, they are insatiable...

Stop talking about your fish, Fogg, Nekla interrupted him, and stop playing dead, you're the boss, you have to do something.

There was a moment of silence in the warehouse.

This is a meeting in Emerald City, Xiaohong, Fogg looked at Nekla, You don't know how to raise fish, so don't express your opinion.

Red Viper smiled and shook the dagger.

But Boss Nekla is right, we are suffering losses, and what's worse is that the news can't be blocked for a long time, which is too bad for morale, Garmandia couldn't help it first, and he said, The pier Stories about water ghouls are starting to spread all over the world, and we, we have to do something, whatever.

There was a sound of agreement in the warehouse.

Fuck 'em!

Roger raised his arms and roared:

I've figured it out. Today is your lord's parade day. The police officers and the Jade Legion are too busy to win. Let's find a good time, gather people and go to the North Gate Bridge, find those drug sellers, go to the world, and take the 'head wolf' ' Razanki forced it out, put a knife up his asshole and made him pay! Spit out everything that ate us!

Go to war!

revenge!

Give some color to the black silks!

Gutierrez, Tarimi, Sangare... the people in half of the warehouse were commotions, some echoed and some shouted.

Prove our attitude!

eye for eye!

Long live the Blood Bottle Gang!

Well, that's interesting. Nekla nodded with a smile.

On the other side of the round table, Franco the field recorder, Jaga the bad shoemaker, Tommy the good guy, Zeka the newspaper seller, and others did not follow suit. On the contrary, they looked embarrassed and frowned.

snort.

In the midst of the fervent crusade, Fogg the Vagabond snorted coldly, lowered his head and smoked:

A bowl of stupid fish.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^