The Red House Nightclub is Gill's most luxurious gold-selling den, and those extremely hot Onian girls can drive any man crazy.
However, today's Red House, which opened here eight years ago, has put up a sign that it is temporarily closed for business for the first time.
In front of the door stood a row of bald men with black sunglasses. Their scalps were tattooed with ferocious patterns, which was intimidating.
In the red room, on the spacious and luxurious stage, sexy Onian girls in red skirts dance neatly every day. When they lift their red skirts and kick out their long white legs, the venue will burst into excitement filled with male hormones.
Applause and whistles, even though there was no performance today, the noise full of chaos and lust seemed to still echo in the venue for a long time.
There were only two people in the venue, sitting on the sofa in the front row of the lonely hall.
Lu Ming slowly sipped the tea. Sitting next to him was an old lady from Onian with brown and white hair. Her face was full of wrinkles. The wooden crutch placed beside her had a hammer-headed tip.
The appearance was pitch black with purple in it, as if it had been soaked in human blood, making it very uncomfortable to look at.
Mrs. Yelinkana from the Onian Autonomous Prefecture, the traditional settlement state of Onian, is the widow of Yuri, the boss of the Hammer Gang during its heyday.
She had been living in seclusion for a long time, but suddenly appeared in Gil City, and made an appointment with Lu Ming.
Lu Ming had a feeling that her visit this time would definitely not be just about the Tietou Gang branch in the Gil area. Even if it was wiped out by him, a person like Mrs. Yelinkana would not blink an eyelid.
Especially these Western gangs are actually not the kind of gangs in traditional Eastern culture, with headquarters, branches and the like.
Just like the Hammer Gang in the Gil region, in fact it is not closely connected with the Hammer Gang in other regions, and can even be regarded as a split.
"The children are ignorant, General, you are laughing at me!" the old lady said, staring at Lu Ming with slightly cloudy eyes: "Maybe I shouldn't call you General?"
Lu Ming smiled: "It's up to you, just call me Bit."
"Bit?..." The old lady smiled mysteriously, "Really?"
Lu Ming looked at her quietly and said nothing.
"Let me tell you a legend. Maybe you have heard of it..." the old lady's voice gradually became deeper. "Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there was a world of magic and swords. The evil empire in the north always relied on powerful force to fight against the evil empire in the north.
We imposed excessive taxes, which aroused our resistance..."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "The version I heard is not like this."
The old lady nodded lightly: "The truth about what happened a thousand years ago is not that important anymore, but for us, it was an extremely dark period. Legend has it that our alchemists were regarded as heretics by the northerners and were put in chains to work as cows and horses.
We, the Oonian warlocks, can transform into flying eagles, soar into the sky, and see through the truth of all illusions. We are also the scout troops of the coalition, known as the eagle eyes of the coalition. In every war, our warlocks are killed or injured.
The most disastrous thing is that even in the battle of Dingding, our clan suffered a heavy blow..." After a moment of silence, the old lady smiled: "Of course, these are all legends, and it may be that my ancestors vented their frustration for not getting the Book of Promise from the Allied Forces.
Lies fabricated indiscriminately based on the status he should have."
"In short, a thousand years ago, the Grifenni and Sonians broke their promise. We Onians did not obtain the status of an autonomous dominion of the empire, but became part of the Grifenni Kingdom."
Lu Ming listened quietly without saying a word, but he knew that the Hammer Gang seemed to have been an independent movement organization in the Onian region hundreds of years ago. For some reason, it gradually became a gang, probably similar to the Youth Gang in his previous life.
Different approaches but similar results.
"But from more than ten years ago, several people in my family began to have inexplicable changes..." The old lady looked at Lu Ming, "You must understand what I said, right?"
Lu Ming remained silent and drank tea silently.
"The Hawkeye you killed is one of them. However, he is more rebellious and has little power. But no matter what, he will not be easily killed by ordinary people, especially if he goes to assassinate people.
." The old lady looked at Lu Ming: "So, I was curious, so I asked the Holy Eagle of my tribe to take a look at what happened. Oh, in the legend, the Holy Eagle is the leader of all the eagle eyes of our tribe."
The old lady stared at Lu Ming, "Although the new generation of Holy Eagle does not have the power in the legend, when she looked down at Jill, she saw the truth and saw you!"
Lu Ming smiled and said: "It can see me in Onian?"
The old lady shook her head: "Of course she doesn't have that kind of power, she just felt that there was a very mysterious existence in Jill." After a pause, "I blame me. I was tempted by the devil and brought her here on impulse, and she secretly
The moment I met you and told me who you were, she was hit hard and fell into a coma. I think you are the only one who can save her now."
"Who am I?" Lu Ming asked calmly.
"I dare not say it!" The old lady smiled bitterly, "If I say it, I am afraid that I will end up with the same fate as the Holy Eagle, my granddaughter."
Lu Ming looked at her and had a vague feeling that this old lady probably really knew who she was. According to what Bizhu and Liuli said, any magic would be ineffective against her, and her many adventure experiences had also verified this. Therefore, Russia
Nian's eagle eye technique is obviously very unique.
"If you are willing to save my granddaughter, my Hawkeye family will serve you from now on. I also hope that in the future, after you realize your grand plan, you can grant us the status of the Imperial Confederacy." The old lady said, with something in her eyes.
A hint of enthusiasm.
Lu Ming smiled: "Why should I listen? It won't do me any good. I don't have any plans or goals, but I want to help you become independent? As a Sonia soldier, will I help you rebel?"
The old lady was silent.
Lu Ming stood up: "But please show me your sick granddaughter. If it's like you said, I can save someone's life, that's not bad."
The old lady's cloudy eyes flashed with joy, "Okay, please come with me."
…
Dark basement, dim night light.
But when I walked through the corridor and opened a door in the secret room, my eyes immediately lit up. This was an extremely luxurious bedroom.
Lu Ming looked at the ugly little girl covered with a goose down quilt on the bed. She had a real aquiline nose and many scars on her face. Although she was fainting at this time, her face was extremely painful, as if she was undergoing some terrible torture.
What is very strange is that the little girl has an iron chain tied around her neck, and half of the iron chain is piled on the pillow.
"What should I do?" Lu Ming asked the old lady next to him.
The old lady pointed to the iron chain and said: "General, this is the legendary northern slave lock that once locked my ancestor, because she was backlashed by the general's power. According to ancient legends, as long as the general can sign the slave contract,
She should be fine." He sighed and said, "Actually, I don't know if this method will work. This iron chain is an heirloom treasured by my family as a symbol of overthrowing tyranny. I originally thought that my ancestors were slaves, and they were used by this method.
I have been locked up with iron chains, but I never thought about it. It turns out that slaves talk about it, and there is such a mystery. It was only more than ten years ago that I gradually understood it."
"Wait a minute." Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly.
At the Black Mountain Palace, I had been discussing with Bizhu and Liuli whether this was a trap.
When Lu Ming opened his eyes, he nodded slightly, walked up, bit his middle finger lightly, and a drop of blood fell on the iron chain.
The so-called "slave control contract" mentioned by the Onian people is a Western term. According to the tradition of Central China, there is no such term. It is a slave control technique that restricts Westerners' skills.
