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 bastard brothers..."

The "bosses" here are obviously familiar with each other: the good Tommy is whispering to Tarimi next to him and discussing business quietly, the "barber" Balta is joking with his men and laughing from time to time, and the man in charge of the gambling stall

Garmandia stared fiercely at the bosses in the room, while "Market Recorder" Franco and "Newspaper Seller" Zeka exchanged sarcastic remarks.

"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 for fun some other time. Are you just showing off?"

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

"Oh, you two, put your paws away, and the toothless dog will bark less..."

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 him after saying hello, which made Du Luo extremely embarrassed.

Each boss has brought one to three assistants or followers. They are 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 keep their distance from each other and their eyes are alert.

Bad expression.

"No, they are very 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 man wearing a dark red coat and grinning 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 so 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.

Tsimikas 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, Medila Rolfe sat in the corner, bowing her head deeply.

This is the Blood Bottle Gang.

Amidst the noise, he said silently to himself.

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 Jade Festival, when we should be lying down and making money, but...fuck, it's really unlucky."

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

"I went to find Qingpi, but those fat-headed guys didn't want to take care of anything. Fortunately for me, they followed the rules and got involved, but they ended up being 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 kind of stuff 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 with the eldest sister, he was immediately scared to death!"

"You deserve it. Who made him treat us so badly before? Well, 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 from Emerald City.

No one is 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, sister Kathleen is 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. It was as if he was the silent and cold mute Rolf at one moment, and at the other 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 be sentry! Sentery! Haha!"

"Really, I heard it when I was out for a walk! Sister Katherine said loudly that when you are qualified enough, Rolf, I will give you control of the southern suburbs! 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, "Um, Teto, little brother?"

Is he okay?

Rolf nodded, let go of the illusory echo in his ears, and returned to reality.

certainly.

Of course he's fine.

Until the next sound broke the atmosphere in the warehouse.

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

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

No.

No.

The warehouse fell silent, and all eyes turned to the person speaking. It was the man wearing a dark red coat, sitting alone at the end of the round table lazily, 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 really good at fighting 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, Grover slapped him.
To be continued...