Kingdom’s Bloodline

This is the canal area of ​​the Emerald City, a dilapidated warehouse on Pier Seven.

In the middle of the warehouse, many local bosses with heads and faces are seated at a large round table one after another. They have different appearances and different outfits. There are also people with shabby clothes and shabby clothes.

Abu, I heard that you made a fortune from the dumper?

What a waste of money! Those misers who dumped food hired us to do unscrupulous jobs. Last week they pretended to be the baron's subordinates to intimidate the peasants, and this week they pretended to be riotous peasants and smashed up the farm. Their actions are 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 his neighbor Tarimi, discussing business quietly, the barber Balta joked with his subordinates, and laughed from time to time. 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, you two, put your paws away, and the dog without teeth will bark less...

As a landlord, Du Luo, who was sitting among 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 one to three assistants or attendants. They either leaned against the warehouse wall or sat on leftover shelves, but compared to the relaxed and indifferent attitude of the bosses, these people distanced themselves from each other, with wary eyes, Poor expression.

No, they're nervous.

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

He noticed that the people in the warehouse were all staring at a grinning man in a dark red coat at the round table intentionally or unconsciously.

The other bosses were sitting next to each other, but he was the only one who was not approaching, and there was no one on the left and right sides.

That was the first time I saw so many bosses present, and I was so nervous... Zimikas looked excited,

Directing 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. Heisizi took my subordinates. I wanted to ask him for some information, but he actually said no. Damn, 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!

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, move, harass again, move again, completely separate them on Red Square Street...

The ghost with the wind.

Rolf's hand holding the prosthetic was shaking slightly.

Hey, Rolf, why do you have so few people here? Why, sister Kathleen is scared?

Rolf, I heard that you have been spotted by a big man 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 magic tricks?

In the chaos, Rolf couldn't tell the past from the present for a moment. The familiar noises around him combined with the past in his memory, making it inseparable, as if he was this silent and cold dumb Rolf for a while, and for a while He turned back into the smug and frivolous wind-follower of 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 'Silence 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! Haha!

Really, I heard it when I was letting out the wind! Sister Catherine said that when you have enough qualifications, Rolf, I will give you the area in the southern suburbs! You have to protect your brother!

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

Snapped!

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.

--,--, 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 warehouse fell silent, and all eyes were on 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 it, and stepped forward with their sleeves pulled:

Hey, stranger, what are you talking about?

The man in the dark red coat just smiled and said nothing, but the men behind him, who looked ruthless at first glance, stepped forward without fear and confronted these people.

Damn it, you're indeed from the capital, Zimikas, who was squeezed into a corner, rubbed his hands, and whispered, It's pretty good at first glance!

Glover snorted.

Just when the dispute between the two parties was about to escalate from a quarrel to a shoving, Wanderer Fogg, who had been silent at the round table, finally spoke:

Quiet.

The venue immediately fell silent, Fogg took out his pipe unhurriedly, and the followers behind him came up to light cigarettes for him:

Now that people, um, I mean most of them are here to work, let's get started.

Duro waved his hand, and Zimikas hurriedly drove out the boys who brought tea and water (he hastily accepted these 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. from the Royal Capital.

Clap, clap, clap—Fogg took the lead in applauding.

But apart from him, no one in the warehouse applauded, but there was a burst of sparse laughter.

The man in the red coat chuckled, while the followers behind him looked unkind.

It's okay, I rarely come to the Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but that's okay, the man said, I'm from the capital, and my name is Nekla, of course, some people call me 'Red Viper' , ha, 'someone'.

Nekla.

Red Viper.

There was quite a commotion in the warehouse.

Beside the wall, Rolf felt himself trembling slightly.

He tried to control his emotions so that they would not affect the air flow around him.

So the legend is true?

On the round table, Gutierrez, who was lean and cold, in charge of the underground black boxing business, pressed the knuckles on his fist and said coldly:

Boss Nekla, he gave you this nickname when he heard that you escaped the Black Sword? Red Viper?

Red Viper shrugged.

Hey, it's so mysterious, Nekla said, 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 members of the Blood Bottle Gang in the warehouse began to whisper.

Nekla smiled: As for whether he gave this nickname, well, I never had a chance to ask him.

Trust me, you will have a chance, Boss Fogg said calmly, Xiaohong.

There was laughter in the warehouse, 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.

Yeah, when he appeared at the door of the house, Fogg shook his head, I was also very strange.

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

Hey, don't look outside, Nekla laughed loudly, I heard that you are in trouble temporarily, so I came to help you!

Difficulty encountered.

Glover made a note in his heart.

I heard? Who did you listen to?

Fogg let out a mouthful of cigarettes, and glanced at the bosses on the round table: Well, which little bastard brought you here, Xiaohong?

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

Instead of wasting time on me, old Ferg, you'd better get down to business, Nekla said, shaking his head. You didn't have this meeting because of me, did you?

Fogg stared at Nekla for a long time, then snorted coldly, and looked at the bosses in the venue.

The bosses looked at each other.

I found them.

Dung-egg Roger spoke first.

The three missing thugs under my command were found yesterday—in the river, he gritted his teeth. When they were found, they were all swollen.

Record Franco frowned:

No clue left?

Any more clues? Roger clenched his fists. Those black silk sons of a bitch, they made it clear they were going to war—

Roger! Fogg interrupted sharply.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

Is there any more? Fogg looked around the round table.

My people, when I was sweeping the street last week, three more were gone when I finished work.

Tarimi, who is entrenched in the Glory District and who is in charge of the market business, sighed: Including my brother-in-law, that kid is very good at fighting, he is as strong as a horse, and he will be gone if he says nothing. My ears are deaf from crying, and my brothers are very angry.

In my casino, two bodyguards who watched the game also died, Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, said coldly, One died in his own bathtub, 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.”

Fogg didn't say a word, and let the pipe in his hand burn, while Nekla folded his arms and watched all this as if watching a show.

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

But Zimikas was also at a loss.

It couldn't be more obvious, the black silks are too arrogant, Roger on the round table thumped the table, and said ruthlessly, And we, we are being attacked!

Hey hey, don't jump so fast!

Newspaper seller Zeka interrupted him with a frown:

The Emerald Celebration has a mixed flow of people, and some people die every year, most of them take the opportunity to seek revenge or make trouble after drinking...

Or did the water ghoul do it? Tommy, the good guy next to him, laughed.

Roger's eyes lit up when he heard that.

And me, my kennel was broken into by them in the middle of the night, all three guards were dead, their throats were cut and they were hung upside down...

On the other side, Sangarei, who lives by the poultry business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes:

But 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 blood! What? People like this are so cruel, they don’t even let dogs go! Those black silk sons of bitches!”

Sangarei howled and thumped the table.

Sangarei, calm down. Fogg sighed.

I have a promising boxer, Gutierrez, who is in charge of the underground black boxing business, said in a muffled voice at the round table, I was in the match the night before, but he missed work yesterday and didn't show up. The fourth fighter lost this week, not counting the ones who were hawking tickets on the street and then disappeared.

The bad shoemaker Jia Jia was dressed very richly. He wiped the ashes from the round table in disgust before leaning on it:

That boxer, you 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 first three boxers, we ended up finding their bodies in the river.

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

They died with 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 had an attack, Fogg slapped the table with a slap:

Jaga!

Be respectful and feel empathy, what if the accident happened to one of your people? Fogg said in a deep voice.

Jaga glanced at Fogg, and retreated to his seat resentfully.

Gutierrez also groaned and sat down.

Empathy?

Roger snorted coldly:

Master Jiajia is now in the top position. He is a member of the Great Chamber of Commerce. The leather business is booming. He has a head and a face. He calls the police officers brothers and sisters. He repairs bridges and roads from time to time. I heard that he went to the Kongming Palace for a banquet a few days ago. Tsk tsk, how can you still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us back then, how can you 'empathize' with our group of low-spirited villains?

Don't worry about it, Jia Jia snorted angrily, I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang, and I'm a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I'll never forget that.

Right here, Nekla's voice sounded faintly.

Oh, I thought the brothers in Emerald City were having a good time. Red Viper played with a dagger, and stared at Fogg with burning eyes, But it sounds like you are in a bad situation. Going out of your way, Fogg?

We are the Blood Bottle Gang, we can't be so useless, right?

Hearing this familiar voice again, Rolf in the corner felt his blood froze.

【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 for seven 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.

During the seven years, he woke up from the 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 amidst the 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.

This is a meeting in Emerald City, Xiaohong, Fogg glared at Nekla, I don't need your professional advice.

Red Viper smiled and shook the dagger.

But Boss Nekla is right. When people are gone, they are gone. The news can't be blocked for long, Garmandia said in a deep voice, Stories about water ghouls are spreading on the pier. We, we have to do it. Order something, whatever.

There was a chorus of agreement from the warehouse.

Fuck 'em!

Roger raised his arms and roared:

It just so happens that today is your lord's parade day, and the police officers and the Jade Legion are too busy to win! Let's take the men and horses to the North Gate Bridge, fuck those drug sellers to death, go to the world, force the 'wolf' out, Put a knife on his ass, forcing him to pay the price!

The people in the whole warehouse commotion, some echoed, some shouted.

Go to war!

revenge!

Give some color to the black silks!

Prove our attitude!

eye for eye!