Kingdom’s Bloodline

A small guide boat passed the canal dock. A man sitting on the bow, who was not sure if he was a boatman or a porter, raised a bottle of wine and shouted in a strange southern tune, which was not sure if it was a folk song or a minor tune:

"When I was young, the children in the village were bullies. When I grew up, I didn't discuss anything! My father owed taxes to the lord in the fields, and my mother worked as a weaver to pay the master. I just didn't believe in fate and came to the city to find a good wife!"

His voice echoed on the canal, attracting many people on both sides of the boats and docks to respond:

"Good wife..."

Behind the man, five or six laborers and porters who were also wearing coarse cloth clothes and wearing only clothes and pants in the autumn season gathered at the other end of the boat. They also held a bottle of wine and shouted and cheered in a selfless manner.

The arrival of the Jade Festival made the docks and warehouses in the canal area, which were originally crowded and busy, much quieter.

On weekdays, the guys who watch the boats, overseers, account keepers, expediters, and food managers, all those who are qualified to yell at people, or in other words, the civilized and respectable citizens of Emerald City, have all dropped everything early and dressed up to join the carnival. Now in the canal area, except for a few merchant ships that are on schedule and still counting accounts and loading and unloading goods, only the lower-level laborers who have no work to do and no spare money gather together idly, gamble and drink, hang out in groups, and try every means to find happiness, anesthesia, vanity, madness or other things that can make their so-called leisure time have even a little meaning.

It can be regarded as an alternative carnival that fits the atmosphere on Queen's Day.

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

"The canal pond by the Emerald City, a lot of strength on the shoulders, the sun rises and the moon sets, the wages are low, there is no food, no clothes, and no wife, the beginning and end of the year are the same, the black-hearted boss will not live long!"

There was a sparse response around, dragging out a long voice:

"Life is not long..."

In such an environment, Glover and Rolf kept close to the roadside, moving forward in a low profile, passing one dock and freight warehouse after another.

The zombie wore a common coat for dock porters, and because of his injuries, he was still bandaged. He tried his best to hunch his back in order to blend in with the locals.

The Ghost of the Wind took off his mask, revealing the remaining tattoos on his face that he had slowly removed over the years, as well as the scary scars from his neck to his chin. He walked with a stumbling step and a limp, looking around alertly but indifferently.

"This rhythm and volume should be the chants they use when they are working," Glover whispered, "It seems that they also like to sing in their spare time."

The lyrics may have been changed.

Rolf did not speak, but looked around vigilantly.

"After carrying the seafood, I will repair the city wall. I will ask for a wife with a thick waist and broad arms. If I get a wife, I will keep her at home. I will fuck her from dusk to dawn!"

A big and strong laborer with old clothes, hugged a street prostitute who was painted with makeup and walked on the road, and yelled back to the other side of the canal:

"What's the use of fucking a child? I will still work hard in the Ming Dynasty!"

The prostitute next to him slapped him hard, urging him to walk quickly and do his work quickly, as she had a lot of business to do today.

The surroundings echoed again, but this time, the people who responded had different opinions. Some of them had evil smiles, and some shouted bitterly:

"It's dawn!"

"Work hard..."

A group of drunken men passed by Glover and Rolf with their arms around each other, without even looking at them.

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

[You, dress up, no. ]

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

Why did Majoros let me talk to this mute...

"Yes, the Blood Bottle Gang has a small leader in a nearby warehouse. I heard that he was going to entertain other gang members for a gathering," the zombie pretended to communicate smoothly with the other party, "Morgan asked several people before he asked, you know, 'in a good voice'."

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

[No! You, height, dress up, attract, attention! ]

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

His face was frozen, and he tried his best to use the logic of human communication, guessing what Rolf said in response:

"You are right, the Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years, and has participated in half of the transportation and warehousing business on the docks. From porters, laborers, drivers to warehouse guards, they have many eyes and ears and are deeply rooted."

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

[You, understand, me, talk, don't you? ]

"Yes, so we can't be too careful in their territory."

[You, are, an idiot. ]

"Thank you, and you, too, good luck."

[Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! ]

"I know, so we have a plan."

[Fuck, your mother. ]

"Yes, if there is an accident, you find the way, and I'll cover the rear."

[Fuck it. ]

"We'll be fine."

[……]

Rolf gave up completely. He no longer made any gestures, but just looked at the road ahead expressionlessly, with no hope in life.

Glover was relieved that he no longer had to play "you draw and I guess" and thought that it would be great if D.D was here. Although the young man couldn't sleep without the stuffed bear at night, at least he knew sign language and could follow him. Being mute does not hinder communication.

They walked through a messy warehouse. Two men were fighting with each other with red faces. Some people around them tried their best to fight, and some people shouted loudly.

There are more and more idle people 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 an old rich man and become a phoenix? The old rich man still hates the dowry, so I'm so angry that I'll dig out his intestines with a knife! My mother-in-law gave birth to my life, and she will suffer me as long as I grow up!" "

"Grow up..."

"After you have chopped off the old rich man, you should also chop up the boss. Ask the Duke first and then ask the King: Why didn't I share in the good times? Can you, son of a bitch, give me some compensation? Take off your waistcoat and become a fighting man. If I have land and money, I will give you many wives!"

"What a bitch..."

The two of them passed by a guard box. Two warehouse guards were sitting on two chairs, frowning at the idle men.

"These damn porters are just drinking, gambling and prostitution," one of the young guards groaned, "but they still dare to shout these desperate tunes. I want the boss to hear them and not give them a whip..."

"Leave it to them, they have to vent their bitterness at this time of the year." Another older guard lit a cigarette leisurely and opened a bag of dried fruits. "Otherwise, it will make them choke. The boss and the rich are sure It's okay. Those of us who look after the warehouse, hey, our lives are short. "

"We are here with the help of the Blood Bottle, they dare!"

"Ha, where do you think the legend of the water ghoul seeking his life on the dock came from?"

The young guard was startled and his voice lowered:

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

"I've been working here for almost twenty years. This city can eat people." The old guard chewed the dried fruit happily. "There are some things and some rules. Not to mention the blood bottle, it's just When the big shots from the Police Department and Kongming Palace come, they can only walk away silently, but there is no way."

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 eaten by a water ghoul?"

The older guard was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly:

"I never noticed before, why do you talk so much? Are you idle? Just go patrol the warehouse when you have nothing to do!"

Glover and Rolf looked at each other and continued to turn onto the next road.

The chant on the pier still came clearly:

"Kill all the nobles and profiteers. Officials must pay off their debts. I remember all the bad things from the bottom of my heart, and pay back the good things a hundred times over! The worst I can do is take a trip to the prison river and taste justice on the ferry!"

"A fair taste..."

The canal disappeared behind him, and locked warehouses and warehouses appeared in front of him. Many men with fierce faces were sitting on the roadside or leaning against the wall. When they saw the two people approaching, they stood up slowly, looking confused. Have good intentions.

One of the leaders was playing with a thin pole in his hand and wearing a bright red scarf on his head.

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

found it.

"stop."

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

"I've been staring at you for a long time, aren't you from the dock?" The red scarf narrowed his eyes, "Where did they come from? What are they doing?"

Glover frowned and turned to look at Rolf.

Suifengzhi raised his eyebrows.

All right.

Glover took a deep breath.

Although negotiation is not his strong point, but...

Who else can you count on?

The zombie turned back unnaturally and coughed:

"I heard that this is the place where the Blood Bottle Gang belongs. Let's look for them."

As soon as Glover spoke, the red turban's eyes lit up.

"Hey, foreigners," he motioned to the boys around him to make way for him, while tapping the thin rod in his palm, "you know that this place is protected by blood bottles, and you dare to come here to 'look for people', you are dissatisfied with your fate. Long?"

Can he speak more directly and avoid pronunciation?

And Glover is a little irritable. Why does he always knock on the thin pole?

Rolf pushed him, and Glover came to his senses.

"Well," Zombie said unnaturally, subconsciously, "do you know Moss or Diop?"

The red hood and his men were all stunned.

"What? Who?"

Rolf's heart twitched and he sighed in his heart.

Hold.

The next second, a cold wind suddenly blew in front of the warehouse, which made Glover feel excited.

"Oh, well," Glover looked at Rolf and finally remembered his plan, "They said Boss Tsimikas is recruiting people here and we want to join him."

As soon as he said this, the expression of the man in the red turban changed.

He unconsciously straightened his back and raised his chin.

"Boss Tsimikas? Oh, those are the powerful generals of Mr. Fogg and the generals of Mr. Douro! The tyrant of the warehouse at Pier 7 of the Canal Zone!"

The man in the red turban showed an enigmatic expression and spoke in an ethereal tone:

"He is very picky. Not everyone can be attracted by him and join the gang smoothly. Did you know that?"

The boys around him all nodded.

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

"However, I see that you are quite big, so I'll give you a chance," the red-turbaned man's eyes changed, looking very embarrassed, "The situation is special recently, we have strict rules, and we have to hand over 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, just hand it over to me alone..."

"you are not."

The man in the red turban who was waving a thin pole and talking nonstop was stunned when he heard this:

"What?"

Grover twitched his chin: "You are not the boss here."

"Why?"

"You're wearing a red turban."

The red-turbaned man's expression changed, and he snorted coldly:

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

On the other side, Rolf chuckled.

The man in the red turban felt insulted.

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny? Why, do you look down on our Blood Bottle Gang?"

He raised his voice and looked fierce, and the boys around him showed cruel expressions in cooperation.

Rolf waved his hand, but still couldn't stop laughing and had to pull off a section of the scarf to wrap around his face.

"Speak! Are you mute?" the red scarf snapped.

Glover coughed.

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

The man in the red turban was stunned.

Also stunned were his younger brothers.

Glover thought of another possibility and blurted out:

"Oh, or is it an imposter?"

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

The next second, the man wearing a red turban became angry and waved the thin stick:

"I'll fuck you, you little bastard"

But halfway through the swing of the thin pole, the red hood looked at Glover's size and showed hesitation.

"Tsimikas!"

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

"Boss!" The man in the red turban of Tsimikas heard the sound of nature. He immediately regained his anger and straightened his back with his younger brothers.

A capable man walked out of the warehouse. At first glance, he seemed to be dressed no differently than 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 and strong muscles, and his left arm was especially thick.

"What a man." The stout man looked at Glover and was amazed by his stature. "It seems he is not cannon fodder sent by others to cause trouble."

Tsimikas hid beside the boss with a high-spirited expression:

"Hey, this is Boss Douluo, the fierce general under Boss Fogg! What a shame for you, actually the boss of labor himself..."

But before he finished speaking, Duro moved his arm slightly, and an elbow seemed light, but it knocked Tsimikas out of his words, and he held his chest in discomfort and retreated.

"It seems that you guys know your stuff," Duro narrowed his eyes and looked at Grover and Rolf, "I'm just fooling around. Could it be that the security officer heard the news and came undercover to investigate?"

Glover and Rolf frowned. They could feel it without any dialogue: this boss was different from his subordinates and had extraordinary strength.

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

Glover said in a low voice:

"They can walk in with a lot of swagger, just like you can walk into the police station."

Douluo 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.

Tsimikas and his younger brothers became nervous.

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

Douluo raised his eyebrows:

"Interesting, you're from the gang? Which boss are you following?"

"I used to work in the circus in the royal capital, sweeping the streets with Kes."

Douluo was stunned: "Royal capital? Circus den, Kes? Street sweeper? Are you a sweeper?"

"Oh, you mean the clown? The clown?"

Zimikas's expression changed and he waved his arms excitedly: "The legendary boss of the capital who can conjure flying knives out of thin air and take invisible lives, is one of the eight extremely powerful warriors with supernatural powers?"

Glover frowned.

Tsimikas took off the red turban and approached Duro:

"The boss is like this, sweeping the streets is just a way of saying..."

Douluo obviously didn't know much about these stories about the Blood Bottle Gang, and he frowned while listening.

While Zimikas was speaking, his expression suddenly became condensed.

"No, I heard someone said that the clown has been dead for ten years, and his circus has been dispersed for a long time. Where did you come from?"

Douluo's expression changed.

"Seven years."

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

"Kes died seven years ago, in the Royal Capital, Red Square Street, during a night of war."

"I collected the body for him."

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

Douro understood and was silent for a while.

"What's your name, good man?"

name?

This question stopped Glover. He opened his mouth to speak and hesitated for a long time:

"Fat, fat boy."

Duro was startled, while Tsimikas burst into laughter.

Even Rolf looked contemptuous.

"Pfft, boss is asking for your name, the kind that can be written on paper!"

Glover gritted his teeth and felt his mind went blank.

"My name is……"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Rolf secretly poked him.

"My name is Waia!"

Glover was startled and reacted:

"Yes, everyone calls me, 'Fat' Wyatt."

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

"Waia?"

Douro frowned and remembered something:

"With your body type, it's okay to be chubby, but Huaiya... oh, there are quite a few people with this name nowadays."

He turned to Rolf:

"What about you? The one with the scar?"

Tsimikas did not dare to say anything to Glover, but when he saw the target shift, he immediately became arrogant:

"You! You have scars! The boss is asking you questions! Are you mute?"

Rolf frowned at him.

Until Glover spoke unnaturally:

"He is indeed mute."

Oh...oh?

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

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

Glover instinctively said:

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

What the hell is this name?

Rolf's complexion darkened.

"Very good, Huaiya, I'd better call you Fatty, Fatty, Teto," Du Luo pondered for a while, "You said that you are from the gang and you followed that clown in the capital. How can you prove it? There is an introduction. No one?"

As soon as these words came out, Grover's expression darkened.

Just when Rolf thought he was speechless and they could only run away, Glover exhaled.

"The people brought out by the clown's men were Dalton at the same time as me: a hot-headed madman who robbed at the entrance of the police hall, went to jail, and then disappeared."

Glover's expression was gloomy:

"'Three-Handed' Fern was a thief, but unfortunately he didn't have a fourth hand. He was caught and beaten to death."

Zimikas recalled something quickly.

Douluo didn't speak.

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

"And Spin, that guy was very strong and lucky. He offended the clown once, but he didn't die. He went to collect the debt from another boss. Later, um, he probably died too."

After Glover said this, he clenched his fists.

Rolf looked at him, his eyes twinkling.

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

"That means that these people are dead now and have no evidence. You are making nonsense and no one knows about it, right?"

Glover was silent for a while:

"There is also Tinker, who became a thug, and Lillian, who is the most promising and was taken away by Aunt Leia. Now she is doing a very prosperous club business."

"Ah, I know Lilian!" Tsimikas was excited. "Last time I went to the capital to help out, I passed by the club, and what the hell, those big breasts..."

Duro waved his hand gently, and Tsimikas bent over again, holding his stomach.

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

prove.

Rolf swallowed, and unconsciously reached for the two short blades on his back.

Glover glanced at Douro.

"When the clown practices knife throwing, he likes to let living people hold the target. He says that this way he feels better."

He took a step forward and opened his sleeves:

"The traces left behind by clowns practicing knife throwing are not seen by ordinary people."

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

Tsimikas came forward and said with a crooked mouth:

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

Glover turned his head suddenly, full of murderous intent, making Tsimikas shrink back in fright.

"When you hold the target, in order to avoid injury, you will try your best to turn your arm sideways, so the scars are concentrated on the outside of the forearm," Glover said in a low voice, "And the mark of the flying knife grazing it is the same as the mark of the knife. What comes out is different.”

Douro looked at Glover differently.

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

Tsimikas looked at his boss and then at Glover, feeling a little aggrieved: "Tsk, that's what you said..."

Duro sighed: "After the clown died, why didn't you go to work for other bosses?"

"No one likes the Joker's men because people feel like they're being clown..."

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

"Tortured to the point of being as crazy as him."

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

"I went to Xihuang to serve as a soldier."

Zimikas's eyes lit up:

"You mean Xihuang? Ha, haha! You can't argue with this! Let me tell you, our boss Douluo retired from Xihuang!"

Glover and Rolf were both shocked.

Surprisingly, Douluo frowned.

Tsimikas looked like "you are finished":

"Boss, he is a general who leads troops on the battlefield! He has experienced hundreds of battles and fought bloody battles with orcs and desolate bones! He also fought side by side with the famous Legend Wings, drank at the same table, and called himself brother. He wanted to give his heart to him."

The third time, he was forced to stop by Douluo's elbow.

"You said you have been to the desert," Duro's tone tightened, showing calmness and vigilance, "Which army did you serve in?"

Rolf glared at Glover.

"I fight for the Chroma family, Thunder Crow, Second Commando." Zombie replied calmly.

"Oh, thundering crow?"

Douluo rolled his eyes:

"I heard that there is a big guy there 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 just know that a long time ago, there was a big guy named Cohen in the army who could fight. He was a young master."

Douro raised his eyebrows:

"Oh, really. I remember that the Thundercrows are the ace unit, and they are the biological son of the Croma family. You have made a lot of money over the years, right?"

"On the contrary," Glover shook his head and denied, "'Head Crow' is the biological son of the Croma family. We are just raised by our stepmother, and we have to share most of the captured things with them. The rest will have to be shared with the standing army. Crazy son of a bitch snatching food.”

"well said!"

Unexpectedly, Douro suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone:

"Crazy son of a bitch!"

"Boss?" Tsimikas asked cautiously.

Douro took a deep breath:

"Then why do you want to come back to the gang?"

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

Glover raised his head and said carefully:

"But when you're doing business on the street, you have to be covered."

Douro narrowed his eyes:

"Since you used to hang out in the royal capital, why don't you go back to the royal capital?"

"The royal capital is very good. There are many opportunities and it is easy to become famous," Glover replied, feeling like he was sweating. "But here, the Emerald City has a lot of oil and water."

"And you're short of money? Why?"

Short of money?

Glover was speechless again, but an idea struck him.

"This is my brother, Teto. When I went to the Western Wilderness," Zombie hugged Rolf, who looked astonished, and forced himself to show sadness, "his legs were broken, and his throat was... …Anyway, I’m mute and need money, lots and lots of money!”

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

Except Rolf.

Suifengzhi looked at Grover with a look of disgust: Who are you kidding with this outrageous acting skills?

It’s better to prepare to run away quickly!

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

Even if he was a zombie, his expression changed.

"Good man!"

Douluo was shocked and wiped his crystal eyes:

"What's dignity? Make money for your family! There's no shame in it!"

Glover and Rolf hugged each other and looked at him blankly.

"Very good, Huaiya should call you Fatty. Fatty, you are also from the army and have been in a gang. I won't follow you for nothing." Duro wiped his tears and said, "My name is Kusa. Ke Du Luo is from the Western Wilderness and is new to the Blood Bottle Gang..."

Tsimikas on the side quickly added:

“As soon as I arrived, I was personally greeted by Mr. Fogg and made an exceptional promotion.”

Du Luo waved his hand to interrupt him: "I just came to Emerald City and just settled at the dock a month ago, but as you can see, the other bosses in the gang want to see my jokes, and I, um, need manpower."

Glover glanced at Tsimikas, who held his head high.

Douro paused and said sarcastically:

"Better staffing."

Glover paused:

"What if... there were two of us."

Duro glanced at Rolf and expressed his relief that "I really saw the right person": "Is your brother in poor health?"

"He can fight," Glover said, "but his legs and feet are not good."

"Still a mute," Tsimikas reminded sourly.

Rolf snorted in annoyance.

Douluo pondered for a while.

"So, if you want to join a gang, come and stand there later to help build momentum," he said. "If you are not scared to death, let's talk about joining a gang?"

Glover and Rolf looked at each other.

"Don't worry, I won't treat my brothers badly," Duro patted his chest, "Even if it's someone like Tsimikas."

Tsimikas was startled and quickly defended:

"I was Boss Douluo's tour guide on his first day in Emerald City. Boss was generous and loyal..."

"Where are you standing? Are you going to fight or see blood?" Glover interrupted him.

"Big place!" Tsimikas said angrily.

"It's not a big deal," Duro shook his head, "Boss Fogg is coming to my place for a meeting. What, are you afraid?"

Glover was silent for a while.

"Why, if it's Fergie the Wanderer, why do you open it here as a newcomer?"

Douluo's eyes lit up.

"That's a good question, because Fogg doesn't just want to have a meeting," Duro gritted his teeth, "He wants to invite several other bosses in the gang to negotiate with his peers."

negotiation.

Rolf frowned.

"Negotiation? What happened?"

"Hehe, we and the black silks... Well, let's put it this way, Fatty: Something big has happened in the Emerald City recently, or in other words, something big is about to happen."

event.

Glover and Rolf looked at each other.

Douro chuckled:

"So no one under Boss Fergie dares to do this except me."

Glover was silent for a while:

"Okay, what about our reward?"

Tsimikas next to him changed his expression when he heard this:

"Hey, you are so fat, Boss Douluo is willing to take a liking to you, but you are a rare blessing."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted again by Douro's slap.

"The reward is very good, I like how direct you are," Duro laughed, "In this way, after I finish standing today, I will go shopping in a few places, and no matter how much I collect, I will give you half of it. "

"Half percent?"

"Just today, probation period."

Glover and Rolf exchanged looks:

"make a deal."

A few hours later, Glover and Rolf stood in an empty warehouse, mingling with Tsimikas and other members of the Blood Bottle Gang, waiting for the first guest to arrive.

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

Tsimikas, who had taken off his red turban, straightened his back. He was sandwiched by Glover and Rolf, or to be precise, Fatty Waiya and Little Teto. He watched a group of strong and fierce Blood Bottle Gang members pass by. Go down the alley and come to the warehouse.

"Fergie the Wanderer?"

"Don't call him that! The boss doesn't like that nickname!"

"The Wanderer" Fogg was not tall, but he was full of smiles. Surrounded by his subordinates, he opened his arms and greeted Duro:

"Brother Douro!"

"Fogg, good friend!" Douro laughed loudly and also hugged Fogg.

"Oh, I really saw the right person. You see, in such a short period of time, he managed this place in a decent way..."

"No, I was desperate, thanks to you for taking me in..."

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

"That's 'Barber' Balta, yes, he's really a barber, and he's also a famous intelligence dealer in the gang; 'Good Guy' Tommy from Tumulus Street, the reason why he has this nickname, let's put it this way, is that he wants to buy it in the city. You can't get around him when it comes to building materials, so no one dares to say anything bad about him; 'Market Notes' Franco, any theater owner in the Goddess District wants to open a new play, and it won't work without his approval..."

"There is also the 'newspaper seller' Zeka, who has a monopoly on the printing business in three districts; and the 'bad shoemaker' Jaga, who started his business repairing shoes in the Skillful District. I heard that he lives like a dog, and now he is in Which Laushizi Chamber of Commerce are you in? "Roger" Roger, wow, that's a great nickname. The people who pick up excrements and clean sewers only listen to him. If anyone offends Roger, their home will stink to heaven. …”

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

Tsimikas nodded:

"Oh, you're right, this is our Blood Bottle Gang. There are many ways to make money, especially in the Emerald City. It's not just about killing and killing, unlike those shady black men in Beimen Bridge... …”

At this moment, Tsimikas's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. He shook Glover's arm:

"Look! Fatty! Damn it, boss, real boss!"

Glover followed his eyes and looked: in the direction of the dock, a group of ruthless characters who looked like they were not locals came. They all had sinister expressions, like wild beasts.

But the zombies immediately felt something was wrong. The wind around them became stronger and faster.

The wind howled back and forth, making people close their eyes.

On the other side of Tsimikas, Rolf glared at the new blood bottle gang, his eyes as cold and ominous as sharp blades.

What's wrong?

Glover frowned deeply, stretched out his hand to block the strange wind, looked at the group of fierce visitors, and asked Tsimikas who almost rushed out in excitement:

"Who is that?"

"Are you joking?"

Tsimikas pointed to the leader in the distance and shouted into the wind:

"That is now the mainstay of the Blood Bottle Gang, a legend!"

"Legend has it that the powerful warrior 'Red Viper' Nekra has fought fiercely with the Black Street Brotherhood in the capital for many years, resisting the black sword without falling, and supporting the dignity of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

At that moment, Glover shuddered subconsciously.

He vaguely felt that Rolf next to him exuded an indescribable coldness.

The sound of the wind became louder and louder, and at the same time, the tune of the boatmen's calls back and forth in the distance was brought to my ears:

"The ferryman of the Prison River also punts the boat, and the person who collects the money and transports people is half a fellow traveler. On the journey of life and death, we recognize fellow villagers, and we are also good at killing lives to retrieve their souls! My fellow villagers will no longer be alone, and they will be resurrected as corpses to claim their lives!"

"Demand for your life and pay back!"