Kingdom’s Bloodline

boom!

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

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

Ah! It's too bright!

Who's on top!

Enemy attack!

calm!

careful!

Who's going to see it?

Steady!

In a burst of chaos, Red Viper had no choice but to frighten the audience with a roar, forcing the gang members who had just experienced a fight to calm down and slowly adapt to the light in front of them.

Nobody's here, not an invasion.

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

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, letting go of the highly tense nerves after the battle.

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

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

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

Fogg glanced at him with complicated eyes.

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

If you doubt it, why don't you come and have a look yourself? Afraid of death? Gutierrez said coldly to him.

Stop making noise, go and see some more people!

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

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

what do you know?

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

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

Du Luo responded with a cold snort: So what if you don't shut up?

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

Brother Douro, about this—

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

Where are you taking her?

Everyone was stunned and turned their heads one after another:

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

Where are people?

What are you doing!

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

The gang members followed his gaze:

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

Damn it! Damn it!

Someone wants to slip!

Surround him!

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

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

You bastards! Why didn't anyone find out!

Is this guy walking silently?

The wind was too strong just now...

The window is open, the light is not good!

It's okay, he's alone!

One step away.

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

One step away, he went out.

Just one step.

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

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

Missing a fish.

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

Catherine's men.

Rolf clenched his fists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, where's Chubby?

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

Damn, damn, damn!

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

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

No, Turnbull, no...

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

Looked mortally wounded.

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

but……

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

Rolf felt a pain in his heart.

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

【Did you give him a chance? 】

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

Kill him, Red Viper ordered coldly, Be quick.

etc!

Fogg suddenly made a sound, calling to his subordinates who were about to do something.

The homeless stepped forward.

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

There are quite a few loyal subordinates of Catherine.

Pity.

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

Fogg!

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

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

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

The reason why you can still talk freely in my place now, Xiaohong!

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

It's not like you can speak well.

Nekla's expression changed.

The warehouse fell silent.

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

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

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

But the man in black was still silent and didn't speak, his eyes behind the goggles didn't know where to look.

Red Viper frowned, but Fogg didn't care about the two of them, and said directly to Rolf:

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

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

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

His words set off a murmur in the warehouse.

I just said, he's old. Garmandia said dissatisfied.

Save your life and take revenge.

These few words made Rolf's thoughts sink slightly.

revenge?

Hey! Did you hear that, buddy!

Red Viper called Rolf impatiently.

This unforgettable voice made Rolf tremble slightly.

The part below his knee seemed to be aching again.

revenge?

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

Rolf turned around slowly and looked at the Red Viper.

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

This scum, he didn't recognize me.

Rolf looked at Nekla, his heart was first angry and then empty.

After so many things, so many years...

He doesn't even remember what I look like?

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

But another voice interrupted him:

Tetto, is that your name?

Douro said in a deep voice:

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

Duro looked around and said in a muffled voice:

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

This remark caused dissatisfaction among many members of the gang.

Red Viper thought about it: Duro, do you know this guy? Is he your subordinate?

None of your business, scumbag.

Nekla made fun of herself and sneered.

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

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

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

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

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

brother?

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

Damn it!

Hearing the familiar name, Rolf looked at Glover with doubts.

Now, the zombie can understand what he means without translating:

Why are you still not leaving?

Go damn it!

Glover was furious.

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

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

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

Home?

Rolf was in a trance.

Home.

He suddenly remembered another place.

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

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

With him, only despair.

until the boy arrives.

[So, are you willing to break free from this shackle? 】

shackles?

Rolf took a breath.

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

put her down?

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

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

put her down.

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

lay down?

The next second, Rolf walked towards the wall.

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

Glover in the crowd watched this scene, although he cursed inwardly, he couldn't help holding his breath.

Rolf leaned against the wall and gently put Catherine down.

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

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

It's like grabbing at straws.

Rolf looked at his wrist and frowned slightly.

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

very good.

Fogg nodded, his words were a little sad.

Rolf stood up silently without saying a word.

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

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

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

Hey, get out of the way...

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

In the next second, he shortened his body for a moment, and hit the stomach of the first person with his elbow—Boom!

He moves with skill and poise, as if he's done it a thousand times.

Well--

The opponent shrank and bent over in pain.

No!

He didn't surrender!

Kill him!

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

call--

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

The next second, Rolf kicked him sideways.

boom!

The second thug screamed and flew a meter away with the machete, fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

The clamor in the warehouse grew louder:

Damn it!

Dare to engage in a sneak attack!

Wrap around!

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

But also extremely chaotic.

Why did he make a move?

Why ask for trouble and seek death?

Even hurt your companions?

For revenge? To repay a favor?

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

For an opportunity, an argument?

Rolf didn't know.

have no idea.

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

She even betrayed him, didn't she!

And he, hasn't he already decided to leave the past behind?

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

Not anymore!

He has no reason to save her!

There is no reason to meddle!

There is no reason!

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

But just now.

just……

When he saw Catherine lying in a pool of blood, holding her mutilated body, struggling desperately, dying...

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

The boy's words echoed in his ears:

【See how cruel it can be. 】

Rolf clenched his fists.

Just now, when they—whether Fogg, Nekla, Zimikas, or Douluo, Glover—just wanted him to put her down for different reasons.

【Do you want to? 】

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

[Struggle again. 】

【Do you want to? 】

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

put her down?

No.

He grinned slightly, releasing a smile.

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

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

Everything in this goddamn world, the things that want to force Midilla Rolfe to let go with one voice...

not her! ! !

【Struggle again! 】

Thinking of this, Rolf took a step forward with a smile, slowly raised his left hand, and showed Nekla——

a middle finger.

Including Nekla, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Middle finger?

What's the meaning?

Only Glover sighed quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fogg frowned.

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

Because he wants to.

That's all.

And this kind of simplicity is what Fogg lost many years ago, and maybe he will never have it again in this life.

The next second, Fogg closed his eyes and waved his hands expressionlessly.

superior!

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

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

He has a fairly good knee.

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

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