Kingdom’s Bloodline

A guide boat sailed past the canal pier, a man sitting on the bow, who didn't know whether he was a boatman or a porter, raised his wine bottle and yelled something in a strange southern tune, whether it was a folk song or a minor tune :

When I was young, the village was domineering, but when I grow up, I don't discuss anything! My father owes the lord tax in the fields, and my mother works as a weaver to pay back to the master. I just don't believe in fate, and I want to come to the city to find a good wife!

His voice echoed on the canal, attracting responses from boats on both sides and people on both sides of the pier:

Good lady, ho...

Behind the man, five or six people were also wearing coarse clothes. In the autumn season, the laborers and porters in single clothes gathered on the other side of the boat, also holding a bottle of wine, yelling and booing with ecstasy.

The arrival of the Emerald Celebration has made the pier and warehouses in the Canal District much cleaner.

On weekdays, ship watchers, labor supervisors, bookkeepers, expediters, food managers, all the guys who are qualified to yell at people, or the civilized and decent citizens of Emerald City, all left everything early. Dressed like a dog to participate in the carnival, in the current canal area, except for a small number of merchant ships who are on a hurry to check their accounts, loading and unloading, there are only low-level laborers who have no work and no spare money to gather together. Children, gambling and drinking, hanging out in groups, trying every means to find happiness, intoxication, vanity, madness or other things that can make their so-called leisure time have even a little bit of meaning.

For the time being, it can be regarded as an alternative carnival that fits the atmosphere in the queen's day.

On the other side of the pier, another group of porters gathered around the fire to play cards. One of them threw down a bad pack of cards and responded to his colleagues on the boat. His local accent was hard to change, but his voice was loud:

On the edge of the Emerald City, you can carry it on your shoulders. The sun rises and the moon sets. The wages are low. There is no food, no clothes, and no wife. The year is the same. The black-hearted boss, Nima, will not live long!

There were scattered responses from all around, dragging out a long voice:

Life is not long...

In such an environment, Glover and Rolf clung to the side of the road and moved forward in a low-key manner, passing one berthing dock and freight warehouse one after another.

The zombie was wearing a jacket commonly seen by porters on the docks, and was wearing a lot of bandages because of his unhealed injuries. He tried his best to hunched his back in order to blend in with the locals.

The Wind Follower took off his mask, revealing the remaining tattoos on his face that he had slowly picked out over the past few years, as well as the scary scars from his neck to his chin. He stumbled and limped,

Alert but indifferently glanced around.

This rhythm and volume should be the chant they sing when they are working, Glover said in a low voice. It seems that they also like to sing in their spare time.

It's just the lyrics, there may be changes.

Rolf didn't speak, just looked around vigilantly.

After carrying the seafood, I will build the city wall. My waist is thick and my shoulders are broad. I beg your wife. Please let me put it at home. Fuck it until it's dark and it's dawn!

A big-bodied but old-fashioned laborer walked on the road with his arms around a smeared street prostitute, and shouted back towards the other side of the canal:

It's useless to fuck a bastard, Ming Dynasty will work hard!

The prostitute next to him slapped him hard, urging him to walk quickly and hurry up, because he still has a lot of business today.

There were voices of echoing around again, but this time, the responding people had a disagreement, some with evil smiles, and some roaring bitterly:

It's bright!

Hold it hard...

A group of drunken men passed Glover and Rolf shoulder to shoulder, without even looking at them.

Rolf withdrew his vigilant eyes, and secretly made a few gestures to Glover:

[You, dress up, no way. 】

Glover looked at the dazzling string of sign language and frowned fiercely.

Why did Mallos let me and this dumb...

Yes, there is a small leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in a nearby warehouse, and I heard that they are hosting other gang gatherings. The zombie pretended to communicate smoothly with the other party, Morgan asked several times before he asked, You know, 'good voice' asked.

Rolf gritted his teeth and tried to slow down his gestures:

【No! You, height, dress, cause, attention! 】

In Glover's eyes, he only felt that the other party shook the palm of his hand and the back of his hand.

With a stiff face, he tried his best to use the logic of human communication, guessing what Rolf said in response:

You're right. The Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years. They have participated in half of the transportation and storage business on the dock. From porters, laborers, coachmen to warehouse guards, they have many ears and eyes, and are deeply rooted.

Rolf took a deep breath, tried to recall the prince's etiquette teachings, and gestured:

[You, understand, I, talk, no? 】

Yes, so in their territory, we can never be too careful.

【You are a sucker. 】

Thanks, and you too, good luck.

[Stupid! idiot! idiot! 】

I know, so we have a plan.

【fuck your mother. 】

Yes, there was an accident, you find the way, and I will be the queen.

[Forget it. 】

We'll be fine.

【…】

Rolf gave up completely, he no longer made any gestures, just looked at the road ahead with no expression on his face.

Glover heaved a sigh of relief and wished that D.D would be here. Although that young man cannot sleep without a puppet bear at night, at least he is proficient in sign language and can communicate with A dumb person does not impede communication.

They walked through a disorganized warehouse, two men struggling with red faces, some trying to fight, and some loudly heckling.

There are more and more idlers around, and there are more and more chants echoing back and forth on the pier, getting louder and louder:

Why don't you give birth to a little girl, marry the old rich and become a phoenix, and the old rich still hates the dowry, so I am so angry that I dig him out! My grandparents gave birth to us, and the setting sun made me grow up hard!

Grow forever...

After chopping up the old rich and chopping up the boss, first ask the duke and then the king: why don't I share in the good times, can the son of a bitch pay me back! Take off the vest and become a murderer. If I have land and money, I still have more women!

What a bitch...

The two passed by a sentry box, and two warehouse guards sat on two chairs, frowning at these idlers who had nothing to do.

These damned porters, just drink, gamble, pay and go whoring, one of the young guards poohed, you dare to yell these reckless tunes, let the boss hear them, see if they can whip them...

Let them go, these hardships, haha, this is the time to vent all year round, another elderly guard leisurely lit a cigarette, and opened a bag of dried fruit, Otherwise they will be suffocated, the boss and the old rich will surely It’s okay, those of us who look at the warehouse, hehe, it really doesn’t last long.”

Our place is covered by the Blood Bottle Gang, they dare!

Ha, where do you think the legend of the water ghoul claiming his life at the pier came from?

The young guard was taken aback, and his voice became quieter:

Water ghoul? But isn't that made up to scare children?

I've been working here for nearly twenty years. This city can eat people, the old guard happily chewed on dried fruit. The security hall, and even the dignitaries in the Kongming Palace, can only walk away silently, and there is nothing to do.

eat human.

The young guard swallowed his throat and whispered:

I heard a few days ago that the old Duke of Kongming Palace was not killed by an assassin, but was eaten by a water ghoul?

The older guard froze for a moment, then changed his face instantly:

I didn't realize it before, why are you talking so much? Are you free? Just go to patrol the warehouse when you have nothing to do!

Glover and Rolf glanced at each other, then continued to turn into the next road.

The chant on the pier still came clearly:

Kill all the nobles! Kill the profiteers. Those who are officials must pay their debts: I will remember every bad thing in my heart, and every good thing will be paid back a hundred times! At worst, I will take a trip to the prison river, and I will also taste the justice on the ferry!

Let's be fair...

The canal disappeared behind, and locked warehouses and warehouses appeared before the eyes. Many men with fierce faces were sitting on the side of the road or leaning against the corner. With good intentions.

Among them was the first one, playing with a thin rod in his hand, and wearing a bright red turban on his head.

Glover and Rolf looked terrified, they exchanged glances, and moved forward step by step.

found it.

stop.

Before they could move forward, the man in the red turban waved the thin pole in his hand and lazily stopped them.

I've been staring at you for a long time, isn't it from the pier? The red turban narrowed his eyes, Where did you come from? What are you doing?

Glover frowned and turned to look at Rolf.

The Ghost with the Wind raised his eyebrows.

All right.

Glover took a deep breath.

Although negotiating is not his forte, but...

Who else can you count on?

The zombie turned around unnaturally and coughed:

I heard that this is the place of the Blood Bottle Gang, let's find someone.

As soon as Glover opened his mouth, the red turban's eyes lit up.

Hey, outsider, he motioned to the little brothers around to make way for him, while tapping the thin rod in his palm, knowing that this place is covered by the blood bottle gang, and dare to come to 'find someone', it's life-threatening long?

Can he speak directly, and can he not draw a long tone?

And Glover is a little annoyed, why does he always knock on that thin pole?

Rolf pushed him, and Glover came back to his senses.

That, the zombie said unnaturally, subconsciously, do you know Moss or Diop?

Red Turban and his subordinates were all taken aback.

What? Who?

Rolf's heart twitched, and he let out a long sigh in his heart.

Hold.

The next second, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in front of the warehouse, making Glover tremble.

Oh, um, Glover looked at Rolf, and finally remembered the plan in advance, They said that Boss Zimikas is recruiting people here, and we want to join the gang.

As soon as this remark came out, the expression of the man in the red turban changed.

He straightened up unconsciously and raised his chin.

Boss Zimikas? Oh, that's Boss Fogg's fierce general, Boss Douro's subordinate! The warehouse master of the seventh pier in the canal area!

The man in the red turban showed an inscrutable expression, and his tone was ethereal:

He's very picky. Not everyone can be attracted by him and join the group smoothly, do you know that?

The younger brothers around nodded in unison.

Glover frowned: Damn, can't he use his fists to ask questions?

However, seeing that you are not small, okay, I will give you a chance, the man in the red turban changed his eyes, looking very embarrassed, Recently, the situation is special, and we have strict rules. We have to pay the deposit first. ...

Glover's eyes changed:

Why is the situation special?

It's none of your business. I'm the boss in charge of this area. If you want to join the gang, you can hand it in alone...

you are not.

The man in the red turban who was waving a thin pole and talking endlessly was taken aback when he heard this:

What?

Glover pouted his chin: You are not the boss of this area.

Why?

You're wearing a red hood.

The expression of the man in the red turban changed, and he snorted coldly:

Hey, do you know what this turban is? Let me tell you, in this Emerald City, anyone who sees a turban of our color will have to give it to anyone...

On the other side, Rolf chuckled.

The man in the red turban feels insulted.

What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Why, look down on our blood bottle gang?

He raised his voice and looked fierce, and the younger brothers around him showed fierce expressions in coordination.

Rolf waved his hand, but still couldn't stop laughing, and had to tear off a scarf to cover his face.

Speak! Are you dumb? the red turban snapped.

Glover coughed.

Well, people who have been in the Blood Bottle Gang for a long time usually don't wear red headscarves, unless they go out to fight in groups, the zombie stated, only newcomers do this, are you new here?

The man in the red turban froze.

Also stunned were his little brothers.

Glover thought of another possibility and blurted out:

Oh, or impersonation?

There was a moment of silence in front of the warehouse door.

In the next second, the man wearing a red turban became furious and waved a thin stick:

I grass your mother's little bastard

But halfway through swinging the thin pole, the red scarf looked at Glover's size, showing hesitation.

Zimikas!

At this time, a thick but gentle voice came, attracting everyone's attention.

Boss! The man in the red turban of Zimikas immediately recovered his anger, and straightened his back with his little brothers.

A capable man came out of the warehouse. At first glance, he was dressed like an ordinary warehouse worker, but Glover and Rolf both changed their expressions.

The man who made the sound walked up to Glover and Rolf. He had sharp eyes, well-developed muscles, and his left arm was especially thick.

What a guy. The burly man looked at Glover and was amazed by his figure. It seems that he is not cannon fodder sent by others to make trouble.

Zimikas hid beside the boss with a high expression:

Hey, this is Boss Douluo, Boss Fogg's subordinate! You guys are miserable, but the labor boss himself...

But before he finished speaking, Du Luo moved his arm lightly, and his elbow seemed to be light, but it knocked Zimikas to a halt, and he backed away with his chest uncomfortable.

It seems that you know how to do it. Duro narrowed his eyes and looked at Glover and Rolf. I'll be careless. Could it be the police officer who heard the news and came undercover to investigate?

Glover and Rolf frowned. They didn't need to talk, they could feel that this boss was different from his subordinates, and his strength was extraordinary.

In the Emerald City, police officers don't need to go undercover.

Glover said in a muffled voice:

They can walk in like you can walk into a guard room.

Douro rolled his eyes.

It makes sense, this is the Emerald City after all, he rubbed his hands, Then you are the people from the black silk side?

black silk.

Zimikas and his little brothers all became nervous.

No. I used to be a member of the gang, Glover was silent for a while, I've been away for a long time, and now I'm back, looking for work.

Douro raised his eyebrows:

Interesting, gang member? Which boss are you following?

I used to be in Wangdu, a circus den, and followed Kes to sweep the streets.

Du Luo was stunned: The capital? Circus den, Kex? Street sweeper? Are you sweeping the floor?

Oh, you mean the clown? Clownx?

Zimikas's expression changed, and he waved his arms a few times excitedly: The legendary boss who can conjure throwing knives out of thin air and take people's lives invisible, is one of the eight extremely powerful supernatural fighters?

Glover frowned.

Zimikas took off the red turban and moved to Douro's side:

Boss is like this, street sweeping is just a way of saying...

Du Luo was obviously not very clear about these stories about the Blood Bottle Gang, he frowned while listening.

Zimikas was halfway through speaking, and suddenly his expression froze.

No, I've heard people say that the clown has been dead for ten years, and his circus den has been scattered for a long time. Where did you come from?

Douro's expression changed.

Seven years.

Glover was silent for a while, and spoke with difficulty:

Kiss died seven years ago, in the capital, Red Square Street, in a night of war.

I collected the corpse for him.

Rolf couldn't help but glanced at Glover, and found that the latter's expression was extremely complicated.

Douluo understood and was silent for a while.

Good man, what's your name?

name?

This question stopped Glover, and he opened his mouth to speak, hesitating for a long time:

Fat, fat.

Douro was taken aback, while Zimikas laughed out loud.

Even Rolf looked contemptuous.

Boss is asking for your name, the kind that can be written on paper!

Glover gritted his teeth, feeling his mind go blank.

My name is……

Seeing that the situation was not good, Rolf secretly stabbed him.

My name is Wyah!

Glover was shocked and reacted:

Yes, everybody calls me 'Fatty' Wyah.

At that moment, Rolf just wanted to suffocate himself in the face towel.

Wyah?

Douluo frowned, remembering something:

With your body shape, it's okay to be fat, but Huai Ya... Hey, there are quite a lot of people with this name now.

He turned to Rolf:

What about you? The one with the scar?

Zimikas didn't dare to say anything to Glover, but when he saw the target shifting, he immediately became proud:

You! With scars! The boss is asking you something! Are you dumb!

Rolf frowned at him.

Until Glover spoke unnaturally:

He is indeed dumb.

Oh... oh?

Several people were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

He is my brother, his name is, his name is...

Glover instinctively said:

Totto, his name is Teto, I call him little Teto.

What the hell is this name?

Rolf's face turned darker.

Very well, Wyatt, I'll call you Fatty, Fatty, Teto, Douro pondered for a while, You say you are members of the gang, and you have followed that clown in the capital, how can you prove it? There is an introduction no one?

As soon as this remark came out, Glover's expression darkened.

Just when Rolf thought he had nothing to say and they could only run away, Glover let out a breath.

The person brought out by the clown was Dalton at the same time as me: a hot-headed lunatic who robbed at the gate of the police station, went to prison, and then disappeared.

Glover's expression was gloomy:

'Three Hands' Foen was a thief, but unfortunately he didn't have a fourth hand. After being caught, he was beaten to death.

Zimikas quickly recalled something.

Du Luo did not speak.

And Dorno, who was frightened by the clown's throwing knives since he was a child, was timid and insidious, only dared to attack from behind, and died on Hongfang Street as well.

And Spencer, that guy has great strength and good luck. Once he offended the clown, but he didn't die, so he went to another boss to collect the bill. Later, um, he should have died too.

Glover clenched his fists after saying this.

Rolf looked at him, eyes twinkling.

Duro looked at the zombie's fist, but still questioned:

That is to say, these people are now dead without evidence, and you are talking nonsense, and no one knows?

Glover was silent for a while:

There is also Tinker, who became a thug, and Lilian, who is the most promising, was taken away by Madam Laiya, and is now doing business in the clubhouse, which is very prosperous.

Ah, I know Lilian! Zimikas was agitated, The last time I went to the capital to help out, I passed by the clubhouse, and that pair of big tits...

Duro waved lightly, and Zimikas bent down again, covering his stomach.

I believe what you said is true, Duro looked at Glover, but the people you said, they are either dead or far away in the capital, and there is no way to prove it.

prove.

Rolf swallowed his throat, and he unconsciously reached out to the two short knives on his back waist.

Glover glanced at Douro.

When the clown practiced throwing knives, he liked to let a living person hold a target. He said that it would give him a feeling.

He stepped forward and opened his sleeves:

Ordinary people don't have the marks left by clowns flying knives.

Duro and Rolf took a closer look, and sure enough, there were countless scratches on the side of Glover's fat palm.

Zimikas leaned forward, tilted his mouth and said:

How do I know you didn't draw it yourself with a knife...

Glover turned his head suddenly, full of murderous aura, which made Zimikas shrink back in fright.

When you raise the target, in order to avoid injury, you will try your best to turn your arm sideways, so the scars are all concentrated on the outer side of the forearm, Glover said in a low voice, while the flying knife brushed by, the marks of the piercing are the same as those of the knife. It came out different.

Duro looked at Glover differently.

Rolf stared fixedly at Glover, not knowing what to think.

Zimikas looked at his boss, then at Glover, a little aggrieved: Tch, you say yes...

Du Luo sighed: After the clown died, why didn't you join the other bosses?

No one likes the clown's minions because people feel they are being clown...

Glover paused for a moment, and an invisible light flashed in his eyes:

Torturing as crazy as he is.

So, Fatty, where have you been all these years?

I went to Xihuang to serve as a soldier.

Zimikas eyes brightened:

You said Xihuang? Ha, haha! You can't quibble! Let me tell you, our Douluo boss retired from Xihuang!

Glover and Rolf were surprised.

Surprisingly, Douro frowned.

Zimikas had a look of you are finished:

Boss, he is the general who leads the troops on the battlefield! He has experienced hundreds of battles and fought bloody battles with orcs and bone men! He also fought side by side with the famous Legendary Wing, drank at the same table, called him brother, and wished to give his heart away.

For the third time, he was forced to stop talking by Du Luo's elbow.

You said you've been to the desert, Douro's tone tightened, showing calmness and vigilance, Which unit did you serve in?

Rolf glared at Glover.

I fight for the Chromar family, Thundercrow, the second commando. The zombie replied calmly.

Oh, Thundercrow?

Douro rolled his eyes:

I heard that there is a big guy who is very good at fighting. His name is Wanda. He killed the 'Meat Grinder' Xisa Dead Iron before?

Glover shook his head:

I don't know. I don't even know a few words. I only know that a long time ago, there was a big guy in the army named Cohen, a young master.

Douro raised his eyebrows:

Oh, that's right. I remember that Thundercrow is the ace troop, and he is the son of the Cromar family. You have made a lot of money in these years, right?

On the contrary, Glover shook his head and denied, 'The Crow' is the real son of the Cromar family. We are only raised by the stepmother, and most of the captured things will be shared with them. The rest will be shared with the standing army. Mad dog of a son of a bitch snatches food.

well said!

Unexpectedly, Duro suddenly raised the volume, startling everyone:

Mad son of a bitch!

Old, boss? Zimikas asked cautiously.

Douro took a deep breath:

Then why do you want to come back to help?

The standing army won, we withdrew, and the Chromar family didn't support us, so we could only come to do some small business.

Glover raised his head, cautiously:

But to do business on the street, you need someone to cover you.

Douro narrowed his eyes:

Since you were in the capital before, why didn't you go back to the capital?

The king's capital is very good, with many opportunities and quick fame, Glover replied, only feeling cold sweat, but here, the Emerald City is full of oil and water.

And you're short of money? Why?

Lack of money?

Glover was speechless again, but he had an idea.

This is my brother, Teto, when I went to Westland, the zombie hugged the astonished Rolf, forcing himself to look sad, his legs were broken, and his throat was... ...I'm dumb anyway, and I need money, a lot of money!

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at their brothers with strange expressions.

Except Rolf.

The Ghost with the Wind looked at Glover with a look of disgust: Who is he to lie to with this terrible acting?

Or hurry up and get ready to run!

At this moment, Duro raised his thick left arm and slapped Glover on the shoulder.

The complexion of the zombies also changed.

Good guy!

I saw that Du Luo was quite shocked, and wiped his crystal eyes:

What is dignity, making money for the family! No shame!

Glover and Rolf embraced each other, staring at him blankly.

Very well, Huai Ya should call you Fatty, Fatty, you are also from the army, and you have joined the gang, so I won't come with you. Duro wiped away his tears, My name is Kusa Ke Duro, who came from Westlands, is new to the Blood Bottle Gang...

Zimikas on one side quickly added:

As soon as I came, I was personally greeted by Mr. Fogg, and I was promoted exceptionally

Du Luo interrupted him with a wave of his hand: I just came to Emerald City, and I only settled down at the pier a month ago, but as you can see, the other bosses in the gang want to see my jokes, and I, um, need help.

Glover glanced at Zimikas, who held his head high.

Duro paused, and said embarrassingly:

Better hands.

Glover paused:

If... there are two of us.

Duro glanced at Rolf, and expressed the relief of I'm sure I saw the right person: Your brother is not in good health?

He can fight, Glover said, it's just that he has bad legs.

Still a mute. Zimikas reminded sourly.

Rolf snorted uncomfortably.

Duro pondered for a while.

In this way, if you want to join the gang, come and stand up later to help build momentum, he said, If you are not scared to pee, let's talk about joining the gang?

Glover and Rolf looked at each other.

Don't worry, I won't treat my brother badly, Douro patted his chest, Even if it's Zimikas.

Zimikas was taken aback, and quickly defended:

I was Boss Douluo's tour guide when he came to Emerald City on the first day. Boss is generous and loyal...

What are you standing on? Fighting or seeing blood? Glover interrupted him.

Big scene! Zimikas said angrily.

There's no room, Douluo shook his head, Boss Fogg is coming to my place for a meeting, why, are you scared?

Glover was silent for a while.

Why, if it's 'Wanderer' Fogg, why do you want to open it at your newcomer's place?

Douro's eyes lit up.

Good question, because Fogg is not only going to have a meeting, Du Luo gritted his teeth, he wants to invite several other bosses in the gang to negotiate with the bosses who are comparable to him.

negotiation.

Rolf frowned.

Negotiation? What happened?

Hey, we and the black silk guys... Well, let's put it this way, Fatty: Recently, something big has happened in Emerald City, or it's about to happen.

event.

Glover and Rolf looked at each other.

Douro smiled:

So under Boss Fogg, no one dares to do this except me.

Glover was silent for a while:

Okay, what about our reward?

Zimikas next to him changed his face when he heard the words:

Hey, you fat ass, Boss Douluo is willing to take a fancy to you, but you are a rare blessing

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Du Luo's slap again.

Remuneration, very good, I just like you being so straightforward, Du Luo laughed, In this way, after the stand today, I will go shopping in a few places, and no matter how much I charge, I will give you half of it.

Half finished?

It's just today, the trial period.

Glover and Rolf exchanged glances:

make a deal.

A few hours later, Glover and Rolf stood in an empty warehouse, mixed with Zimikas and other younger brothers of the Vial Gang, waiting for the first guest to arrive.

Here, that's Boss Fogg and his most trusted subordinates.

Zimikas, who took off the red turban, straightened his back, and was sandwiched by Glover and Rolf, to be precise, Chubby Wyer and Little Teto, watching a group of strong and fierce blood bottle gangs go through Alley, come to the front of the warehouse.

Fogg the Wanderer?

Don't call him that! Boss doesn't like that nickname!

Wanderer Fogg is not tall, but he is full of smiles. Surrounded by his subordinates, he opened his arms and greeted Douro:

Brother Douro!

Fogg, good friend! Douro laughed loudly, and also embraced Fogg.

Oh, I really didn't misunderstand the person. You see, in such a short period of time, you have managed this place well...

No, I was desperate back then, thanks to you taking me in...

Zimikas looked at Fogg excitedly, and couldn't help showing off his knowledge:

That's 'Barber' Balta, yes, he's really a barber, and he's a well-known informant in the gang; 'Good Guy' Tommy of Kofun Street, the reason why he has this nickname, let's put it this way, the city wants to buy Building materials, you can’t get around him, so no one dares to say that he is not good; 'Jianji' Franco, in the Goddess District, which theater owner wants to open a new play for public performances, it will not work without his approval...

There's also the 'newspaper seller' Zeka, who has monopolized the printing business in the three districts; and the 'bad shoemaker' Jia Jia, who started as a shoe repairer in the Skillful Hand District, and I heard that he is like a dog. I went to the Rausch Chamber of Commerce; 'Dung Egg' Roger, wow, what a nickname, the manure pickers and sewer cleaners only listen to him, if anyone offends Roger, just wait for the house to stink ...

These people, they sound like good citizens. Glover frowned.

Zimikas nodded:

Oh, that's right, this is our Blood Bottle Gang, there are many ways to get money, especially in Emerald City, it's not just fighting and killing, unlike the group of shady black silk people at Beimen Bridge... ...

At this moment, Zimikas stared and breathed heavily. He shook Glover's arm:

Look! Chubby! Fuck, boss, real boss!

Glover followed his eyes: in the direction of the pier, a group of ruthless characters who were not locals came, all of them looked ruthless, like wild animals.

But the zombie immediately felt that something was wrong and the surrounding wind became stronger and faster.

The sound of the wind whistling back and forth made people involuntarily close their eyes.

On the other side of Zimikas, Rolf stared at the group of new blood bottle gang members, his eyes were as cold and ominous as sharp knives.

What's wrong?

Glover frowned deeply. He stretched out his hand to block the strange wind, looked at the group of vicious visitors, and asked Zimikas who was about to rush out excitedly:

Who is that?

Are you joking?

Zimikas pointed to the leader in the distance, and shouted in the wind:

That's the mainstay of the Blood Bottle Gang now, a legend!

Legend has it that Nekla, the mighty warrior 'Red Viper' who fought fiercely with the Black Street Brotherhood in the capital for many years, resisted the black sword and did not fall, supported the dignity of the Blood Bottle Gang!

At that moment, Glover trembled subconsciously.

He vaguely felt an indescribable coldness emanating from Rolf beside him.

The wind was getting louder and louder, and at the same time, the tunes of the boatmen in the distance were sent to my ears:

The ferrymen on the Prison River also punted, and the money collectors were half of the same company. On the road of life and death, we recognize fellow villagers, and we are also good at killing lives and asking for souls! Fellow villagers will never be alone. Resurrected as a ghoul, ask for your life!

Keep my life back!