Chapter 170 Stupid Fish

This is a dilapidated warehouse on Pier 7 in the Emerald City Canal District.

In the center of the warehouse, many well-known local "boss" were taking their seats at a large round table one after another. They had different appearances and different outfits. Some had sinister faces, some were wearing glasses and were elegant, and some were luxuriously dressed. It was full of people, and some people were wearing shabby and shabby clothes.

"Abu, I heard that you made a fortune from the grain dumpers?"

"What a waste of money! Those stingy people who sell grains hire us to do all the unscrupulous work. Last week, they dressed up as the baron's men to intimidate the farmers. This week, they dressed up as troublemaking farmers and smashed up the farms. It's so despicable... "

"Hey, don't let Montero hear what you are saying. He is one of those scumbag brothers..."

The "bosses" here are obviously familiar with each other: the good Tommy is whispering to Tarimi next to him, discussing business quietly, the "barber" Balta is joking with his men, laughing from time to time, and the man in charge of the gambling stall Garmandia stared fiercely at the bosses in the room, while Franco, the "field recorder", and Zeka, the "newspaper seller", taunted each other.

"Hey, Zeka, you're actually still alive? I thought the water ghoul had swallowed you long ago."

"Yeah, let's see. To celebrate that I'm not dead yet, I'll take you to the high seas to have some fun someday. What a showman?"

"It's so boring on the high seas, tsk tsk, how about down on the high seas?"

"Oh, you two, put your paws away, and the toothless dog will stop barking..."

As a landowner, Du Luo, who was sitting among them, also laughed with them and tried to join in the conversation, but the bosses treated him coldly and ignored them after saying hello, which made Du Luo extremely embarrassed.

Each boss brought one to three assistants or followers. They were leaning against the wall of the warehouse or sitting on the leftover shelves. However, compared to the relaxed and indifferent attitude of the bosses, these people kept their distance from each other and their eyes were alert. Bad expression.

"No, they're nervous."

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

He noticed that people in the warehouse were looking at a grinning man wearing a dark red coat at the round table, intentionally or unintentionally.

The other bosses were all sitting next to each other, but no one came near him. There was no one on the left and right sides.

"That was the first time I saw so many bosses present, and I was extremely nervous..." Tsimikas looked excited, directing the juniors back and forth to serve tea and water, although most of them were rudely rejected by the guests. .

"But they are not you, they shouldn't be nervous." Glover tightened the bandage on his arm.

Zimikas was stunned and said angrily: "Hey, you're a newcomer, where are your manners? Are you talking to your seniors like this?"

In this atmosphere, behind Glover and Tsimikas, Midila Rolfe sat in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

This is the Blood Bottle Gang.

He said silently to himself amidst the noise.

He is back.

Finally came back.

"Oh damn, the barber is here too. That guy and I never get along..."

"Me too, Hei Sizi detained my subordinate. I wanted to ask him for some news, but he actually said he didn't have any. Damn it, he was kidding me..."

"It's obviously the Emerald Celebration. It's time for us to lie down and make money, but...fuck, it's so unlucky."

"Since your business is pretty good, when will you take care of your brothers?"

"I went to find Qingpi, but those fat-headed people didn't want to take care of anything. Fortunately for me, they followed the rules and got involved, but in the end they were useless at the critical moment. They were bastards who took money and did nothing..."

Rolf was breathing in a daze, listening to the bosses talking about topics that seemed familiar to him, with either playful smiles or fierce expressions.

He knows what it's like here.

I also know what is in here.

Dark, cruel, hypocritical, despicable, shameless, outside the order, shady——

"Wow, Rolf, you are now a member of the Blood Bottle Gang, it's different!"

"Hey, when that boss heard that Rolf was following the eldest sister, he was immediately scared to death!"

"You deserve it. Who made him treat us so badly before? Hum, from now on we will go to his shop every day to make trouble!"

Rolf trembled when a familiar yet illusory voice sounded in his ears!

what happened?

Suifengzhi subconsciously raised his head, but the people in the warehouse were all the local Blood Bottle Gang members of Emerald City.

No one was calling him.

No one knows him.

No one cares about him.

no one.

Rolf reacted and felt a little disappointed and sad for a moment.

After all, he is no longer here.

However……

"Rolfe, I heard there is a big battle on Hongfang Street tonight. How about it? Do you want to do it?"

Hongfang Street?

At that moment, Rolf felt his heart skip a beat.

"Ghost of Sui Feng, your mission is very simple: harass them, move them, harass them again, move them again, and completely separate them in Hongfang Street..."

Ghost in the wind.

Rolf's hand holding the prosthetic limb was shaking slightly.

"Hey, Rolf, why do you have so many people here? Why is Sister Kathleen so scared?"

"Rolf, I heard that you are attracted by a big shot in the gang? So is the backstage of our gang a rich woman or a big landowner? She can't really be a magician, right? Can she do magic tricks?"

In the chaos, Rolf couldn't distinguish between the past and the present for a moment. The familiar noises around him were combined with the past in his memory, and they were inseparable, as if he was the silent and cold mute Rolf at one moment, and the other for the moment. He turned back into the proud and frivolous ghost in the blood bottle gang.

"There are two black silks that are most popular right now. One is called 'Steel Cone' and the other is called 'Silent Killer'. But they are so arrogant. Tsk tsk, Ghost of the Wind, what do you say?"

"Hahahaha, did you see the faces of Spin and Dorno? They were assigned to guard! Guard! Haha!"

"Really, I heard it when I was out for a walk! Sister Kathleen said loudly that when you are qualified enough, Rolf, I will give you the southern suburbs to take charge of! You have to protect your brother!"

"Rolf, you are so powerful at such a young age, how can you be the first in the Blood Bottle Gang?"

Snapped!

Rolf looked up in surprise and found that it was Glover who had patted him.

"Are you okay?" Zombie frowned. He looked at Tsimikas in front of him and added unnaturally, "Uh, Teto, little brother?"

Is he okay?

Rolf nodded, letting go of the illusory echo in his ears and returning to reality.

certainly.

Of course he's fine.

Until the next sound broke the atmosphere in the warehouse.

"--,--," a sinister and cold voice sounded from one end of the round table, "In your Emerald City, meetings take so long, are you just waiting to give out sweets?"

The moment he heard this voice, Rolf tightened his breathing unconsciously.

No.

No.

The warehouse fell silent, and all eyes turned to the speaker - it was the man wearing a dark red coat, sitting alone and lazily at the end of the round table, with a malicious expression.

Several bosses exchanged glances, and one of them made a gesture. The subordinates behind him understood this and pulled up their sleeves and stepped forward to shout:

"Hey, stranger, what did you say?"

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

"Damn it, you deserve to be from the royal capital," Tsimikas, who was squeezed into a corner, rubbed his hands and whispered, "You can tell he's a good fighter at first glance!"

Glover snorted secretly.

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

"Quiet."

The venue immediately fell silent. Fogg calmly took out his pipe. The entourage behind him came up to light a cigarette for him:

"Now that everyone, well, I mean most of the people are here to work together, let's get started."

Duro waved his hand, and Tsimikas quickly drove out the boys who were serving tea and water (who he had hurriedly accepted in the past few days). But just when he was about to drive Rolf away, Glover slapped him. Tsimikas grinned in pain and had no choice but to give up.

Fogg took a drag on his cigarette and looked calmly at the guest wearing a red coat opposite him: "First of all, welcome our guest. Yes, you have all met him: Mr. from the Royal Capital."

Bang, bang, bang - Fogg took the lead in applauding.

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

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

"It doesn't matter. I rarely come to the Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but that doesn't matter," the man said. "I come from the royal capital, and my name is Nekra. Of course, some people call me 'Red Viper.' , ha, 'someone'."

Nekra.

Red viper.

There was quite a commotion in the warehouse.

Beside the wall, Rolf felt himself shaking slightly.

He struggled to control his emotions and prevent them from affecting the flow of air around him.

"So, the legend is true?"

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

"Boss Nekra, I heard that you escaped the pursuit of Black Sword, so he gave you this nickname? Red Viper?"

Red Viper shrugged.

"Well, it's so mysterious," Nekra said. "More than ten years ago, I was lucky enough to survive the night when the Black Sword killed Boss Lausanne and Turnbull."

As soon as this was said, the Blood Bottle Gang members in the warehouse began to whisper.

Nekra smiled: "As for whether he gave me this nickname, well, I never had the chance to ask him."

"Believe me, you will have a chance," Boss Fogg said lightly, "Xiaohong."

There was laughter in the warehouse, and Nekra's smile slowly stiffened.

"It seems that he and Fogg don't get along?" Glover whispered.

"How could it be possible," Tsimikas said bravely, "The Blood Bottle Gang is united as one..."

But the bosses don't seem to think so.

"Excuse me for being ill-informed, Boss Ferg," Balta, the barber at the round table, looked honest and courteous. He looked like he had just come from the barber shop. He even had a work apron stuffed in his pocket, with the skirt strings hanging outside. "We didn't hear before we came that colleagues from the royal capital are coming to 'guide the work'?"

"What a coincidence, I haven't heard of it either." Good Tommy said with a smile.

"I didn't hear about it at least a week ago." Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, added coldly.

Fogg snorted.

"Yeah, when he showed up at the door," Fogg shook his head, "I was surprised too."

The bosses all turned their eyes and looked at Red Viper.

"Hey, don't show up," Nekra laughed, "I heard that you guys encountered difficulties temporarily, so I came to help!"

Difficulties were encountered.

Glover made a mental note.

"Heard? Who said it?"

Fogg puffed out a puff of smoke and glanced at the bosses at the round table: "Well, which scoundrel kid found you, Xiao Hong?"

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

"Instead of wasting your time on me, old Fergie, why not take care of business," Nekra shook his head and said, "You didn't hold the meeting just for me, right?"

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

The bosses looked at each other.

"I found them."

Roger the Dung Egg spoke first.

"My three missing thugs were found yesterday - in the river," he gritted his teeth. "When they were found, they were all swollen."

"Field Notes" Franco frowned:

"No clues left?"

"What more clues do you need?" Roger clenched his fists, "Those black silk sons of bitches, they have made it clear that they want to start a war -"

"Roger!" Fergie interrupted sternly.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

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

"When my men were sweeping the streets last week, three more were gone when we finished the work."

Tarimi, who was in charge of market business in the Glorious District, sighed: "Including my brother-in-law, that boy is very good at fighting. He is as strong as a horse. He will be gone if he doesn't. My wife is almost gone. My ears were deafened by crying, and my brothers were also very angry.”

"In my casino, two bodyguards who were watching the show also died," Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling booth, said coldly. "One died in his bathtub, turning the water red, and the other one is still alive today. None were found. There were also many gamblers who never showed up after the celebration began.”

Fogg said nothing and let the pipe burn in his hand, while Nekra crossed his arms and watched everything in amusement.

From behind, Glover asked Tsimikas in a low voice: "So, you are being attacked?"

But Tsimikas was equally confused.

"It couldn't be more obvious, the black men are too arrogant," Roger on the round table banged the table and said harshly, "And we, we are under attack!"

"Hey hey hey don't jump so fast yet!"

"The newspaper seller" Zeka interrupted him with a frown:

"The Jade Festival is always a mixed crowd, and some people die every year. Most of them take the opportunity to seek revenge or cause trouble after drinking..."

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

Roger's eyes were filled with fire.

"And me, they broke into my kennel in the middle of the night. All three guards died, their throats were cut and they were hung upside down..."

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

"But they don't even let the dogs go...ahhhhhhhhhhhh! That's my best dog! Hunting dogs, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breeding dogs! My hard work! What? Such people are so cruel that they won’t even spare a dog! Those black sons of bitches!”

Sangare roared and banged the table.

"Sangare, calm down." Fogg sighed.

"I have a very promising boxer," Gutierrez, who manages the underground black boxing business at the round table, muttered. "I was competing the night before, but he missed work yesterday and didn't come. We looked for him all day... These are my two This is the fourth fighter we have lost this week, not counting the ones who were shouting and selling tickets on the street and then disappeared.”

The bad shoemaker Jia Jia was very richly dressed. He wiped the dust on the round table with disgust and then leaned on it:

"That boxer, you fucked him too hard and withdrew too much, forcing him to run away from home, right?"

Gutierrez glared at him:

"His wife and children are still at home."

Jia Jia tutted and shook his head: "Tsk, that means you are so cruel that they would rather leave their wives and children and run away?"

"The first three boxers, we ended up finding their bodies in the river."

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

"They had their throats cut to death!"

"You want to commit suicide by slitting your neck before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how bad it must be for you to be the boss..."

Gutierrez couldn't bear it anymore and stood up angrily:

"Hey!"

But before he could attack, Fogg slapped the table:

"Jaga!"

"Be respectful and empathize. What if something happened to one of your own?" Fogg said solemnly.

Jia Jia glanced at Fogg and retracted his seat angrily.

Gutierrez also sat down with an angry groan.

"Feel the same?"

Roger snorted:

"Mr. Jia Jia is now in the limelight. He is a member of a large chamber of commerce. His leather business is booming. He is very respectable. He is a brother-in-law with the security officer. He also builds bridges and roads from time to time. I heard that he even went to Kongming Palace for a banquet a few days ago. "Tsk, tsk, how can you still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us, and how can you "feel the same" as we, the dirty bad guys who took advantage of others?"

"No need to worry," Jia Jia snorted angrily: "I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang and am a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I will never forget this."

Right here, Nekra's voice sounded faintly.

"Oh my, I thought the brothers in the Emerald City were living well," Red Viper played with a dagger and looked directly at Fogg, "But it sounds like your situation is very bad. You are being beaten by brothers. Will you beat me to death, Fergie?”

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

Hearing this familiar voice again, Rolf in the corner felt that the blood in his body was freezing.

【Why are you still alive? 】

This sinister voice sounded in his ears again, and Rolf felt his whole body tense and cold.

[Why did you survive? Instead of Kerx, Song, Spin or Dorno? 】

The voice continues.

[Why is it that you and Kathleen’s people survived, but not my people? 】

No.

Rolf took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the present.

No, this is a memory.

Just memories.

Just, memories.

[But how can a Sui Feng ghost who can't speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured and dying, be able to serve her? 】

Those memories that have been entangled for seven years and never let go of him.

[So, you might as well die in battle and disappear! 】

Rolf closed his eyes.

Although the prosthesis made for him by Mindis Hall was well-made and durable, it still took him a full year to adapt to it and he tried his best to barely reach the level of a normal person.

In the past seven years, he woke up from bed countless times and felt that his legs were still there.

He also habitually got up and out of bed countless times, trying to step on the ground, but fell solidly.

He also dreamed countless times that his legs were cut off and burned again and again, and he could only roar in vain in the sinister laughter that he would never forget.

Once, he thought he had slowly become numb and gradually forgotten.

Until now.

Now, that heartbreaking pain returned to his leg.

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

Red Viper smiled and shook his dagger.

"But Boss Nekra is right. If people are gone, they are gone. The news cannot be blocked for long," Garmandia said in a deep voice, "The stories of water ghouls are starting to spread on the pier. We, we must do something Order something, whatever.”

There was a chorus of agreement from the warehouse.

"Fuck them!"

Roger raised his arms and roared:

"It just so happens that today is your Lord's parade day. The security officers and the Emerald Legion are very busy! Let's take our troops to Beimen Bridge and kill those drug sellers. We will go to heaven and earth to force out the 'chief wolf' and Put the knife to his ass and make him pay!"

The entire warehouse was in commotion, with some responding and some shouting.

"Start the war!"

"revenge!"

"Give the black silks some color!"

"Prove our attitude!"

"eye for eye!"