Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 683 The Lost River Prawn

At this moment, Glover and Zimikas were squatting together. They carefully hid behind two wooden boxes to avoid being involved in the fight and becoming one of the corpses on the ground.

That damn mute, what on earth was he doing?

Glover stared angrily at Rolf, who was standing in the middle of the field, surrounded by thugs, but still confronted the Red Viper and the Wanderer with high spirits.

Yes, those tricks were very impressive, killing a few miscellaneous soldiers and posing a few poses, but...

Couldn't the mute see that this warehouse was full of elite thugs of the Blood Bottle Gang, three layers inside and three layers outside, even if ten more people were knocked down, it would be useless and there would be no chance of winning at all?

What's more, the most difficult threat...

Glover moved his eyes and looked at the black-clothed killer who could not be taken down by the power of the Poor Star Lake Guards. The latter was standing in the shadow at the other end of the warehouse, watching the situation on the field motionlessly.

Damn it.

Glover punched the box hard.

When will the man in black make his move?

When the battle is at its most intense? When the mute is exhausted by others? Or when both sides fight to death and everything is settled?

Thinking of this, the zombie was extremely entangled in his heart: At that time, will Jialun Glover make his move? Will he go up or not?

If he goes up, he will expose himself.

If he doesn't go up, then the mute will...

Although the mute deserves to die, he shouldn't die like this!

Damn it!

He thought it was bad enough, but the situation developed worse than he imagined.

"His eyes, Xiaohong, I know."

Ferg looked at Rolf's expression and became more serious:

"Next, he may have to fight with us to the death."

Ferg had no expression on his face and gently raised his long knife.

Nekra, who was having a headache, was shocked when he heard this.

Across from them, Rolf sneered, picked up a blood-stained chain sword from the ground, wiped the blood on his sleeve, and then tightly wrapped the chain on the hilt around his arm, as if to acquiesce.

This action made the surrounding thugs all shudder

"Just right!"

Red Viper gritted his teeth, simply threw away the gains and losses, and rekindled his ferocity:

"Then let's fight to the end, who lives and who dies, leave it to Sunset!"

He roared, the secretion of hormones in his body accelerated, and his muscles became more and more tense.

Facing these two powerful enemies, Rolf grinned and tightened the chain sword in his hand, as if to say: It's just what he wants.

The momentum between the three people suddenly changed.

What? Risking life? Here? At this time?

Glover looked at Rolf, who was making a big splash in the center of the warehouse, in disbelief, and read in horror from his actions and expressions: This might be true.

Rolf... is ready to die here.

Wait!

Glover shook his head subconsciously:

Is this mute mentally ill? What's wrong with him?

Emerald City has a pier and a seaside. If he wants to commit suicide, why does he have to come here to die?

Homesickness, he wants to die in the gang he came from, right?

And that betrayed female boss, is she the mother of his unborn child or something? Is she that important? Is she worth the life of this broken mute?

No, judging from her age, she's probably the grandmother of his unborn child!

Fuck!

Glover, who was filled with resentment, became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he cursed in his heart.

Besides, is there any meaning for them to fight to the death here?

Glover observed the Blood Bottle Gang members who were gradually regaining order and discipline, and was troubled to find that they had lined up again, and the only two exits were surrounded again.

Will the female boss be spared by the enemy just because the mute won respect for his heroic death?

Please, this is an ugly gang fight, not a noble ideal knight duel!

Besides, did the latter really exist?

Stupid, selfish, dumb man who ignored his comrades!

Fuck him!

Just as Glover cursed inwardly, and Rolf's one-on-two life-and-death duel was inevitable and about to break out, a voice sounded faintly in the crowd:

"The Blood Bottle Gang actually has such a master. To be honest, I am very relieved."

Glover was shocked and instantly raised his vigilance to the highest level.

The battle was interrupted, and Rolf, Nekra and Fogg lost their momentum a little. They all turned back: the black-clad killer who had not moved for a long time took a step, swept through the crowd, and walked towards the three people in the field.

Da, Da, Da...

His steps seemed to have the power to capture people's hearts. Every step he took would tighten everyone's heartbeat.

It made people breathless, palpitating and terrified, and many people had tight expressions and accelerated breathing.

"But I remember, we actually met before, right?"

The man in black looked at Rolf and chuckled:

"Just outside the wool merchant's house."

At that moment, Rolf and Glover frowned at the same time.

Oops.

They were recognized.

One of the things that Glover was most worried about finally happened.

"You came with them to catch me...The wind was very strong that day, and your legs and feet are not so agile - superpowers."

Ta, ta, ta...

The man in black walked forward slowly, and every step he took gave people a huge pressure. In addition, his appearance wrapped in black from head to toe made people feel uneasy for some reason.

Nekra and Fogg looked at each other, and the former breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again.

Rolf's pressure increased dramatically.

He turned back stiffly and looked warily at the man in black who was getting closer and closer, clutching the chain sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

As a bystander, Glover sighed and subconsciously held a machete on the ground.

What should he do now?

Go up and kill people with the mute?

However, if we want to deal with the killer in black, then we should strike first at all costs? Or find the right opportunity to attack from behind? Or just focus on being dumb and run away?

He can't be allowed to desperately stop the killer and create a chance for the mute and his old sweetheart to escape, right?

However, the man in black's swordsmanship skills, combined with his strange abilities, made him unable to stop even the trap set by Lord Mallos commanding the Star Lake Guards.

Of the two of them, one is still injured, and the other has just had a fight, which is not enough to fill the gap between his teeth!

Damn it, they managed to sneak in and get so much information, but all their efforts were wasted!

Just for a... mute old sweetheart?

Grass!

Tsimikas was very alert to the dangers around him. He noticed Glover's movements for the first time and couldn't help but be horrified:

"Fatty, what do you want to do? Stop!"

What do you want to do?

what?

I want to kill someone now!

Glover looked at Rolf and let out a loud sigh.

"I can feel your murderous intention, maybe your hatred, and even your will to die, young man." The man in black's eyes were hidden behind the dark eyepiece, but it made people panic. "I am also happy to rely on you. Check the quality of your men."

Rolf's expression changed, and when he was about to take action, he was surprised to find:

Before he knew it, he was shaking so much that he couldn't even lift his arms.

This, so fast?

Oops!

Glover, who was paying close attention to the situation, was startled. He looked at the mute's expression and immediately reacted:

It's that kind of superpower!

"But unfortunately, my schedule is very full, and I don't have time to play games with you and your master." The man in black shook his head and slowly came to Rolf, "That's it for today, right?"

The next second, Rolf's expression changed and his figure shook!

But he's not the only one:

One of the two thugs standing closest to the man in black had a dazed look in his eyes and began to mutter to himself, while the other simply fell to the ground with a plop.

thump! Boom! Snapped!

Starting from the side of the man in black, more and more people fell down or collapsed in the warehouse. Some were talking in sleep, some were rubbing their foreheads, and some were falling asleep.

"Ahh..."

"No……"

"I want to have a good meal..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Nekra and Fogg both took half a step back. Red Viper looked pained, while Fogg looked dazed.

Not good, not good, not good!

Seeing the strange behavior of everyone, Glover screamed in his heart and was about to rush out and attack the man in black at all costs, but he immediately felt a heavy weight on his leg.

"Yes, mom," Tsimikas fell limp while holding his feet, his eyes blank, "I, I worked hard today and got a lot of rewards, okay mom, right mom, no problem mom..."

Glover was about to kick him away, but Tsimikas's expression turned bitter:

"Don't worry, I won't join a gang like my father, let alone be hacked to death like him... I didn't become a gangster, I didn't bully the poor people, I earned clean money, conscience money, and I still have to save I have the money to hire the best tuberculosis doctor for you...the best..."

Glover's breath froze, he gritted his teeth, retracted his raised foot, and just pushed Tsimikas away slightly.

This bastard.

This warehouse is full of fucking assholes.

But when he pushed Tsimikas away, Glover suddenly discovered: On the ground in front of Tsimikas, there was a pool of blood blown away by the wind, revealing crooked writing:

[preparation, plan]

Glover was shocked.

Plan?

What plan?

The next second, little Teto appeared in front of him, jumping towards him...

no, do not want!

Glover shook his head desperately and turned his attention back to the field, but he could only see Rolf bending down in pain in front of the man in black.

Like kneeling down.

Damn it!

Glover tried hard to resist the supernatural power, feeling anxious:

He should make it clearer!

It can't be that this mute wants to take the rear and create an opportunity for me to escape... huh?

Create, a chance to escape?

Glover was shocked!

At that moment, it dawned on him.

He understands, he fucking understands what Rolf is going to do!

In front of the man in black, Rolf breathed in a daze.

The figures in front of him were sometimes the man in black, sometimes Catherine, sometimes the boy who changed his destiny, and sometimes a group of ferocious, terrifying and hungry wild dogs.

He couldn't tell the difference.

"Once, when I was just a commoner, people would not sit down and listen to me seriously."

The voice of the man in black sounded, as if coming from the horizon.

Rolf shook his head hard and tried to press his forehead, but found that he reached out and touched the ground.

Why did he...kneel down?

"So I practiced my sword hard and swung it vigorously," the masked man in black continued, "Finally, they were willing to sit down quietly and listen to me."

He patted the hilt of his sword and his tone became lonely:

"But it took me a long time to figure it out: they weren't listening to me, just to the sword."

Rolf only saw the other person's mouth moving up and down, but had no idea what he said.

He was even a little confused: Why did the other party talk so much?

Is it for a meal?

The air pressure lost control and leaked from the alloy cylinder of the prosthetic limb, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Until a piece of shard of glass fell on his knees, piercing the gap between metal and flesh.

The special touch and pain made him regain consciousness!

correct!

He is still in the warehouse, struggling against the cruel fate...

Rolf woke up with a start and subconsciously put his hand into his pocket.

That Glover, that big burly man, that big guy who everyone said was unsociable, but actually didn't want to be with him at all and had a twisted mentality, that zombie who was forced to pair up with him by a terrifying blade... …

Can he understand?

Can he do it?

Can he... succeed?

Behind the box, a dizzy Glover gasped and tried to put his hand into his pocket.

That's right.

Why didn't he think of that?

On the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang, they were trapped by so many gang members, including many super-level masters. As long as they were entangled by one of them for a moment...

And Rolf was also carrying the seriously injured Phantom Blade. With such a burden, it was impossible for them to escape no matter what.

Just the two of them won't do it.

No matter what, it can't be done.

After all, they are not Wrath of the Kingdom.

Therefore, the only feasible way to break through so many people is...

Glover opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the panoramic view in the warehouse:

From front to back, from left to right, some members of the Blood Bottle Gang groaned, some groaned, some stretched out their hands to sleepwalk, some muttered to themselves, some held their heads in pain, and more simply fainted.

Nekra slowly collapsed against the wall, his eyes closed tightly, and his face looked painful.

Fogg looked ugly and was weak, so he grabbed the armrest to keep from falling.

Douluo sat down on the spot, eyes obsessed, tears streaming down his face.

Although there were mixed reactions, at this moment, the entire warehouse, centered on the man in black, collapsed from the inside out, and most of the people lost their ability to move.

But at least...

Glover reluctantly looked to the other side in dizziness:

The road leading to the exit has been cleared and is no longer blocked by a large crowd of people.

Glover knelt down unsteadily, finally took out an injection needle with difficulty, and pulled out the needle cover tremblingly.

their plan.

God's plan.

It's really yours, mute.

Did you think about it from the beginning?

only……

Isn't it too risky for him?

Glover used all his strength to open his eyes: in his field of vision, the man in black bent down and looked at Rolf, who was in a trance.

"Now, I give them the dreams they want and hope they actually start listening to me."

The man in black shook his head slightly.

"But I also discovered that once they start dreaming..."

He looked at Katharine in the corner, then at the crowd of people in the warehouse, and sighed.

"You can no longer hear clearly what I said."

Ever since the encounter with the man in black and the Royal Guard—to be precise, the Star Lake Guard—returned disgraced, the watchman and captain, Lord Tormund Mallos, began to collect intelligence and formulate countermeasures.

One of them is how to resist the kind of mental ability that makes people inexplicably fall into illusions.

mirage.

Feeling dizzy, Glover bit the tip of his tongue and tried not to look at the brothers and sisters running happily in front of him - how happy they were at that time.

The next second, he took a deep breath and inserted the injection into his thigh!

Among the six wings of the Imperial Guard passed down from generation to generation, the Punishment Wing has special duties, especially in punishment and torture.

They have many methods and tools, even handed down from the ancient empire era. They have a long history, rich experience, and have been improved from generation to generation and are efficient and effective. It is said that even the kingdom's secret department often comes to lend people or equipment...

For example...

Glover put back the syringe and took out an ordinary clothespin that can be found in every house.

The unconscious zombie trembled, and under the imaginary laughter of Little Teto, he followed the advice of the penalty officer "Gardener" Patterson and clamped it to the skin of the armpit below the shoulder socket, and only clamped a thin layer.

I just don’t know when the punishment wing’s medicine will start to take effect...

But Glover didn't know.

Because he closed his eyes in a daze and comfort and began to think about other things.

Such as Apple.

apple.

Yes, Apple.

[Pang Dun'er, don't cry. 】

He clutched the apple in his pocket, wiped the blood off it, and timidly crossed the street, heading home—or as Tinker said before, his nest.

The apple was a bit stale, and there were more than a dozen cuts on it, all made by the clown using throwing knives.

At that time, while counting the throwing knives in his hand, Kes said with a crazy smile, as long as he held the apple, stood against the wall, stood firm, and could not shake, shout, yell, or cry, then Kes would practice After finishing a bag of throwing knives, this delicious apple is his.

And he did it.

He held the apple, stood firm, and lifted it even more steadily.

He didn't tremble.

No shouting.

No barking.

Even when the last piece of the clown's flying knife deviated from the apple and pierced the palm of his hand.

Not even crying.

[Pang Dun'er, don't cry. 】

This apple...

It's his.

No, it's theirs.

When he returns to his old nest, everyone will be able to see Sister Lillian, Silly Tinker, Stupid Fern, Brody, Slug, and that annoying little Teto who clings to him every day and catches a cold every day. , he has fresh apples here!

Sister Lilian will praise him just like she praised Fern last time!

Hey, when I go back now, all of them will envy me!

Hum, if you want to eat, just say "Please, Brother Fatty"?

Finished? Why don't you just say "Thank you, Brother Fat Dun"?

Now, no one dares to laugh at me for being so fat and doing nothing but eating!

Fatty'er sniffed and trotted away, feeling proud and happy in his heart. He unknowingly touched...

Wounds on hands.

The next moment, in the warehouse full of murmurs and groans, Glover suddenly woke up with a start!

Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He screamed, exhaling all the air in his lungs!

But he had no more time to think.

The severe pain from his armpit, amplified countless times, caused his back to spasm. Glover covered the clamp under his armpit in pain and rolled on the ground.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

At some point, little Teto disappeared from his eyes.

Instead, there was endless tearing pain.

It was as if someone was holding scissors, starting from his armpits, bit by bit, inch by inch, and cutting open his skin!

The blade of the knife kept making clicking sounds!

They forcefully pulled Glover back from his irresistible memory.

Well, Glover knew now: the potion had taken effect.

That's right, this is what Lord Mallos collected intelligence and questioned the parties present. After discussing with the Flag Wing, he accepted the Punishment Wing's suggestions and raw materials and entrusted the Logistics Wing to transform it. It is the fastest to resist mental abilities." solution":

A torture potion that amplifies perception, focuses attention, and especially enhances pain sensitivity.

Alias ​​- "Homeless River Shrimp".

As for why this name is...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Glover screamed in his head while struggling and twisting on the ground like a shrimp out of water.

Grass!

Damn it—it hurts!

Who the hell is this brat who deserves to be killed a thousand times to tell Mallos that pain can defeat hallucinations?

Let me know that I will definitely tear him alive with my bare hands!

Tear him alive!

Start with every hair!

In the severe pain that was magnified countless times, Glover held the clamp under his arm tremblingly and let it loosen a little.

The pain fades.

Only then did he realize that within a few seconds, he was already covered in cold sweat.

Damn "Gardener" Patterson, damn the penalty wing.

Damn it, the gardener also said that this was reduced at his discretion after debugging, so if he gave a sufficient amount of "homeless river shrimp"...

Punishment Wing, I will remember you!

But Glover didn't dare to think about it, and he had no time to think about it.

"When I was young and passionate and spoke out for justice, the world didn't want to listen."

In the field, the man in black looked at Rolf who was completely unconscious.

"When I rise with my sword and speak with force, the world will not hear me."

He slowly stretched out his hand and covered Rolf's scarred neck:

"When I suddenly wake up and do what I want, the world will have no intention of hearing about it."

The man in black sighed deeply:

"Superpowers, do you understand this kind of loneliness?"

However, the next second, the man in black turned around quickly and unsheathed his sword!

Ding! clang!

Amidst the sharp sound of metal, the man in black waved his hands to block the sudden attack of the knife.

Blade and blade met, wrestling with each other.

"You can still move now," the man in black breathed naturally and with ease, "It's not easy."

In front of him, Glover was breathing heavily, and all his strength was concentrated on the hilt of the knife, but he just couldn't break through the blockade of the man in black.

hateful!

"Your hands are not steady. Is it because you are injured and you are not ready yet?"

Glover gritted his teeth and his facial features were twisted.

It's not the injury that's not easy!

But damn...

Homeless river shrimp!

The power of termination spread, numbing Glover's pain.

It also overwhelmed his thoughts.

At that moment, the zombie's eyes gradually became blank, but his movements were not slow at all, and the blade turned smoothly!

The man in black seemed to sense something, and with a flip of his hand, he deflected Glover's fatal slash that came along the blade of the sword!

"Wait, you, I recognize you too," the man in black saw Glover's appearance clearly and sneered, "A tough guy who has carried eight rounds of wool merchants?"

"Where is your other companion? The one who hid his strength at first, but is actually excellent in swordsmanship and is familiar with the ten styles of the legion?"

Hold!

The power of termination surged, and the zombies ignored it and slashed with their swords!

clang! clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed back and forth.

The man in black drew his sword calmly and calmly, blocking Glover's attacks one after another.

Every swing of his sword, every move, and even every tiny movement of lowering his shoulders and turning his wrists were just right. No move was redundant, no move was wasted, and no posture or energy was ineffective.

In comparison, no matter whether it was feint, pressure, killer move, or defense...every time Glover took a shot, it seemed that he was just a little bit behind. He fell short of the target and was not effective, which made him miserable and depressed.

While wielding his sword, the man in black even had the energy to speak: "Yes, you have a solid foundation, but you should not use a knife at ordinary times, but a sword, and it is imperial style - oh, it is the swordsmanship of the 'Wind Knight' Glover family. ?”

Glover was slightly surprised.

"It's really strange. The moves are from the Wind Knight lineage, but they are not agile or elegant at all. Instead, they are sharp and fierce. Is it because you became a monk and practiced miscellaneous skills halfway through? Isn't it pure enough?"

Glover was stunned for a moment, then responded angrily:

"Practice paralysis!"

The finishing power in his body exploded, and the offensive resumed!

clang! clang! clang!

But Glover swung three swords in a row, but was easily blocked by his opponent. He returned with no success and became even more frightened:

Strength, speed, agility, dexterity...this guy surpasses me in none of them.

but why……

Why can he always defend, block or even destroy my moves?

He originally thought that he would be able to survive the supernatural power, but now it seems that this killer's swordsmanship is more sophisticated and stronger than he imagined.

And it’s too strong.

"So that's it, the problem comes from your power of termination," the man in black sneered, "heavy, closed, restrained, boundless - not the glory of the stars, not the flawless iron wall, not the sorrow of the sword, but each has its own characteristics. Their characteristics, so it’s—”

Glover didn't want to hear him speak condescendingly like a teacher instructing a student. His eyes were blank!

"This is for Teto!"

He roared, only attacking but not defending, and threw himself at the man in black, risking his life!

Too impulsive, are you desperate?

The man in black sneered, and the arc formed by the long sword was natural and clever. With just one move, he deftly defused Glover's head strike.

His body was flexible and he took several steps back just in time to avoid the remaining attack from Glover.

This offensive seemed fierce and fierce, but it left no room for himself.

Once the momentum passes, it's time for this big brainless guy to get beaten...

Um?

wrong!

At this moment, the man in black raised his head alertly!

Directly above him, a huge wooden sign hanging from the roof of the warehouse was hanging precariously on the last rope.

This is--

The man in black's pupils narrowed.

laugh!

The next second, a chain sword flew past and cut the rope.

No.

The man in black was surprised to see from the corner of his eye: Rolf woke up at some point.

Wind Ghost panted and stuffed the syringe in his hand back into his pocket. In his other hand, the original chain sword had disappeared.

It's him.

The man in black understood instantly: it was this guy who cut the ropes of the sign one by one while he was running around in the warehouse, leaving only the last one, ready to cut at the critical moment...

As for the other guy…

The man in black's peripheral vision turned again - Glover continued to roll away from him.

His desperate attack was just to force me into this position?

These steps, including the fact that the superpower user with great leg skills pretended to fight the red viper, but actually forced me to use my superpower, could it be that...

Planned in advance?

The astonished man in black had just figured it out when the huge wooden sign suddenly fell, driven by the strange wind, and landed directly on the head of the man in black!

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening noise, the entire warehouse was filled with dust.

Rolf waved to Glover, covered his mouth and nose, turned around, picked up Kathleen, and jumped up.

On the other side, Glover didn't stop either. With his head in his arms, he knocked away the two gangsters who had just woken up and were still confused and blocked the way, and rushed towards the back door of the warehouse with a kick!

boom!

The back door was kicked open, and sunlight and air rushed in.

Bright, fresh and warm.

free.

Most of the people inside and outside the warehouse were either affected by supernatural powers and were still drunk, or they had just woken up and were confused. They had a smooth journey without any hindrance.

"quick!"

Under Glover's anxious urging, Rolf held Kathleen in his arms, jumped out on his prosthetic leg that had regained its air pressure, and rushed out of this dark and dangerous warehouse!

It worked.

Goblo Fo punching a trembling whistle, rushing out of the outdoors, catching up with Ralf, and rushing to the way.

But there's only one thing he wants to do now. ,

That is shouting to the sky:

Damn it, they broke out and escaped!

Damn this "homeless river shrimp"!

Glover and Rolf looked at each other, and without slowing down, rushed to the escape route they had planned before coming here, and disappeared on the pier.

Wow!

In the warehouse, the huge sign was broken in the middle and split into two halves.

The man in black held the sword and slowly stood up, just in time to see the two figures disappear around a corner.

He said nothing, just turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

In the entire warehouse, from Nekra to Fogg, everyone was just waking up from a dream. They stood up with difficulty and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what happened.

————

————

"Then, that man in black, he didn't, didn't catch up. It's really, really strange, a miracle."

Glover hid under a bridge pier, holding his machete to the ground and gasping for air.

On the other side, Rolf, who was almost out of strength, put down Kathleen with difficulty and sat down on the ground.

After rushing out of the warehouse, they ran in many twists and turns for an unknown amount of time until they ran out of energy and took a break.

Rolf raised his right hand with difficulty and made gestures:

【Thank you, sorry——】

But he hadn't finished his gesture, and just recovered some physical Gorodo, throwing it away from the machete, and punch his face with a punch!

Boom!

Rolf fell to the ground, staring at stars.

"Hold!"

Glover roared angrily and patted his blood-stained chest:

"In that big scene just now, I got fucked so many times!"

He pointed at the bloody machete angrily:

"I killed five or six people, covered them in blood, and almost didn't survive - just because of you and your old lover! You no-one fuck!"

Rolf got up, trembling and gesticulating with difficulty.

[Yes, no——]

But Glover didn't even look, and punched him in the face again!

"Let me escape first, right? Hahaha, thank you so much, you are even more self-righteous and talking to yourself than Brother Da Diao!"

The zombie was so angry that he yelled:

"Should I run away first? Then in front of others, I would become the sinner, traitor, and coward who abandoned my companions, right! I really want to break your legs—hands! I'll run away first, I'll run away , where can I run away from such a big warehouse! I run away, I run away from you -"

Rolf gasped and activated his supernatural power, and the wind blew up the fallen leaves, which fell in front of Glover to form words:

【sorry. 】

Glover was stunned for a moment.

"I'm sorry for you Male Gobi!"

He gritted his teeth:

"You're a cripple who deserves to be crippled!"

Rolf had been holding back his temper. When he heard this, he couldn't help but his eyes widened angrily and he gestured quickly:

【I apologized! Apologized! three times! three times! three times! You idiot who can't even find a way out! Do you want another fight? 】

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

"Ahem, who are you?"

Glover and Rolf were both startled.

Phantom Blade Kathleen raised her head with difficulty, covering her broken arm with pain on her face.

Glover snorted coldly, leaned close to Rolf and whispered:

"I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

Rolf stepped on the prosthetic leg without any sign of weakness and responded with a metallic sound.

"You, uh, where are you going back?" Kathleen closed her eyes, feeling pain again and again.

"It's none of your business, old bitch," Glover wiped the dried blood on his face without saying anything nice, "Just lie down and pretend to be dead."

Katherine smiled helplessly.

Seeing that Glover was hard to speak, she turned to Rolf:

"I need, need a doctor, otherwise I can't survive...you, you guys too."

Rolf looked at her silently with complicated eyes.

"Since you saved me - hiss - if I die from my injuries, wouldn't it be in vain?" Kathleen closed her eyes again, "right."

Big sister head...

Rolf spoke subconsciously, but could only make a simple guttural sound: "Ah."

"Very good. What's your name?"

Rolf clenched his fists and shook his head.

Phantom Blade raised his head and managed to speak:

"Why are not you talking?"

Rolf swallowed, feeling a tightness in his chest.

The atmosphere under the bridge pier fell silent.

"Leave him alone!"

Glover couldn't help but hum:

"Can't you see? He doesn't want to talk to you!"

For a moment, Rolf was grateful to Glover.

Kathleen's face turned pale and she leaned back again.

"You will die too."

"Okay, we will find a doctor for you, shut up now." Glover clapped his hands impatiently, calculating the path to Kongming Palace from here.

"No, you don't understand."

Phantom Blade spoke with difficulty, his voice broken: "I just met the housekeeper of Kongming Palace, but then I turned around... Kevin Dill, I'm afraid he is determined to get rid of me - hiss - shuffle, shuffle blood Bottle helped.”

Shuffle the Blood Bottle Gang.

Glover frowned when he heard this, and subconsciously exchanged glances with Rolf, but when they realized it was the other person, they both snorted disdainfully and turned their heads.

"That means your enemy is Kongming Palace?"

"One, the whole Emerald City is an enemy," Kathleen breathed heavily. Rolf scooped some water for her and fed her carefully. "If you show your face, you will die."

Glover frowned.

That means they can't go back to Kongming Palace.

It's not safe there anymore.

At least you can't go back like this, otherwise it will only bring trouble to His Highness.

hateful.

Thinking of this, Glover had to sigh.

"Is there any other place for you to stay in the Emerald City? It's best to have a doctor, otherwise you won't live long if we can hold on."

"Originally, yes. But since Kevin Dill abandoned me," Kathleen closed her eyes and shook her head, gritting her teeth and moaning, "then I can't go - ah ah ah."

"Then where else can you go?"

"Roger and Taremi were not involved in the mutiny just now. Their territory is safe, for the time being."

"Yes, except for one thing: they are all dead!" Glover shook his head disdainfully.

"right."

Katherine rested for a while and opened her eyes again, revealing the ferocious look she had not seen for a long time:

"In this case, there is only one place to go in the entire Emerald City."

"where?"

"You won't like it."

Hearing this, Glover and Rolf looked at each other, and immediately hummed together again, turning their heads in disdain.

————

after an hour.

"Huh? Who are you? Why are you holding a knife--Hey, let me go, no, no, no ahhhhhhh!"

Boom!

Glover impatiently knocked out the snarling deformed man with tumors in front of him, kicked open the half-closed iron door, and walked down the stone steps with a knife in hand.

Behind him, Rolf managed to hold Catherine, who passed out again, and walked into the narrow passage step by step.

Damn it, who would live in this damn place? Forget it, no matter who it is...

Glover gasped and gritted his teeth, reminding the people in the passage:

"I just killed five, no, six people before I found this dark place!"

At this moment, his body was covered with wounds, blood and sweat, sticky and smelly, and his shoes were filled with the sewage water he had just stepped on. The stench was so bad that it was really hard to feel good.

Especially when he knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.

"Just to find someone, just one person! To be honest, my patience has almost been exhausted!"

Glover was too tired to talk at first, and negotiating with others was not his strength, but don't forget...

Of the two people behind him, one was seriously injured and the other was completely mute.

Hold!

Thinking of this, Glover cursed in his heart.

He was really unlucky today!

"Stop! This abandoned sewer was given to us by Roger, the boss of the Blood Bottle Gang!"

A short, fat man in a robe who seemed to be the leader came forward and nervously looked at the machete in his hand that was obviously used by a gang: "No matter who you are, for the sake of Roger Shit... "

"Roger is so fucking dead!"

Glover said impatiently:

"Two hours ago, I was stabbed through the stomach with a knife, and my breakfast came out!"

The short and fat man was shocked when he heard this, and the people around him whispered in horror.

Sure enough, if you don’t speak like this, no one will understand you.

Glover snorted coldly and raised his machete:

"So, you'd better be wiser now—"

But in just the next second, Glover's knife paused.

Glover's eyes widened, and the rest of his words were choked in his mouth, unable to be spoken.

Eh?

At this moment, he found that the tip of his knife was pointing at a young man in shabby clothes and a confused look on his face.

ah?

The other person also looked at him dumbfounded, his lips twitching.

One second later.

"House——" Glover said in surprise.

"Brother——" The young man spoke subconsciously.

After hearing what the other party said, the two of them suddenly changed their expressions when they thought of something, and stopped talking at the same time!

"Waiya!"

At that moment, Thales Brightstar and Jialen Glover, facing each other, spoke in unison, resolutely:

"My name is Wyatt!"