A pilot boat sailed past the canal pier. A man sitting on the bow of the boat, who didn't know whether he was a boatman or a porter, raised a bottle of wine and shouted something in a strange southern tune. He didn't know if it was a folk song or a minor tune.
Son:
"When I was a child, I was the domineering child in the village. When I grow up, nothing is discussed! My father owes the lord taxes on his fields, and my mother works as a weaver to pay him back. However, I just don't believe in fate and want to come to the city to find a good wife!"
His voice echoed on the canal, attracting responses from many people on both sides of the boat and the pier:
"Good mother-in-law..."
Behind the man, five or six people were also wearing coarse clothes. In the autumn, laborers and porters in single trousers gathered at the other end of the boat, each holding a bottle of wine and shouting and cheering without selflessness.
The arrival of the Emerald Celebration has made the busy docks and warehouses in the canal area a lot cleaner.
On weekdays, the ship watchers, supervisors, bookkeepers, cargo pushers, caterers, all the guys who are qualified to yell at people, or in other words, the civilized and decent citizens of the Emerald City, have all abandoned everything early.
They all dressed up like dogs to participate in the carnival. In the current canal area, except for a small number of merchant ships that are busy with schedules, counting accounts, loading and unloading goods, there are only low-level laborers who have no work and no spare money gathered together with nothing to do.
Children, they gamble and drink, hang out together, and use every means to find happiness, anesthesia, vanity, madness or other things that can make their so-called leisure time have even a little meaning.
For the time being, it can be regarded as an alternative carnival that fits the atmosphere of the Queen's Day.
On the other side of the pier, 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:
"There is a canal pond by the Emerald City. You have to carry your strength on your shoulders. The sun rises and the moon sets. The wages are small, you have no food, no clothes, and no mother-in-law. You are the same at the beginning and end of the year. The evil boss will not live long!"
There was a sparse response from the surroundings, and a long voice was drawn out:
"Life is short..."
In such an environment, Glover and Rolf walked along the roadside in a low-key manner, passing by docks and freight warehouses one after another.
The zombie was wearing a coat common to porters on the pier. He was still wearing a lot of bandages because of his injuries. He was trying his best to bend his back in order to blend in with the locals.
Sui Feng Ghost took off his mask, revealing the remaining tattoos on his face that he had slowly picked out over the past few years, as well as the scary scars from his neck to his chin. He stumbled and limped, alert but coldly.
Look around.
"This rhythm and volume should be the chant they chant while working," Glover whispered. "It seems they also like to sing in their spare time."
It's just the lyrics, there may be changes.
Rolf said nothing, but looked around cautiously.
"After I carry the sea goods, I will build the city wall. I have a thick waist and broad arms. I want to beg my mother-in-law. Why don't you bring me to your mother-in-law's house? I'll fuck you from dark till dawn!"
A big-bodied, round-waisted laborer wearing old clothes walked on the road with his arm around a painted street prostitute, shouting back towards the other side of the canal:
"It's no use fucking him up, I'll have to work hard tomorrow morning!"
The prostitute next to him slapped him hard and urged him to walk quickly and do things quickly. She still had a lot of business today.
Voices of agreement echoed around again, but this time, the people who responded were divided. Some of them had evil smiles, while others roared with bitterness:
"It's dawn!"
"Carry it hard..."
A group of drunken men passed by Glover and Rolf arm-in-arm without even looking at them.
Rolf withdrew his vigilant eyes and secretly made a few gestures to Glover:
【You can't dress up.】
Glover looked at the dazzling series of sign languages and frowned fiercely.
Why did Mallos let me talk to this mute...
"Yes, there is a small leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in a nearby warehouse. I heard that he is hosting a gathering of other gangs." Zombie pretended to communicate smoothly with the other party. "Morgan asked several people before he asked.
You know, 'Sound and Angry' asked."
Rolf gritted his teeth and tried to slow down his gestures:
【No! Your height and dress attract attention! 】
In Glover's eyes, he only felt that the other party shook the back of his hand.
With a stiff face, he used all the logic of human communication to speculate on what Rolf had said in order to respond:
"You are right. The Blood Bottle Gang has been here for many years and has been involved in half of the transportation and warehousing business on the dock. From porters, laborers, coachmen to warehouse guards, they have many eyes and ears and are deeply rooted."
Rolf took a deep breath, tried hard to recall the prince's etiquette teachings, and made gestures:
【Do you understand what I am talking about?】
"Yes, so in their territory, we can never be too careful."
【You are a sucker.】
"Thanks, you too, good luck."
【Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!】
"I know, so we have a plan."
【fuck your mother.】
"Yes, there was an accident. You find the way. I will take the rear."
【Forget it.】
"We'll be fine."
【……】
Rolf gave up completely. He no longer made any gestures, but looked at the road ahead with no expression on his face.
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 was proficient in sign language and could follow
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 chopping up the old rich man, I'm going to chop up the boss as well. Ask the Duke first and then the king: Why didn't I get a share of the good times? Can you, son of a bitch, give me some compensation? Take off your waistcoat and become a fighting man. If you have land and money, I'll 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 these 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. If the boss hears them, he won't 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 old rich are sure
It's okay. Those of us who look after the warehouse, hehe, but our lives are really short."
"We are here with the help of blood bottles, 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 have 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 important figures from the Police Department and even the Kongming Palace come, they can only walk away silently, and there is no other 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 free? 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 as much! 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 waved the thin pole in his hand and lazily stopped them.
"I've been staring at you for a long time. You're not from the dock, right?" 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 opened his mouth, the red turban's eyes lit up.
"Hey, outsiders," 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 still dare to come here to 'look for people'. You hate your life."
Grow?"
Can he speak more directly and without pronunciation?
And Glover is a little irritable. Why does he always knock on the thin pole?
Rolf pushed him, and Glover came back to his senses.
"Well," the zombie said unnaturally, subconsciously, "do you know Moss or Diop?"
The red turban 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 man in the red turban changed his expression.
He unconsciously straightened his back and raised his chin.
"Boss Tsimikas? Oh, those are the fierce generals of Mr. Fogg and the generals of Mr. Douro! The warehouse tyrant at the seventh pier of the canal zone!"
The man in the red turban showed an inscrutable expression and his tone was ethereal:
"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, and he looked very embarrassed. "The situation is special recently. We have strict rules. 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, you look down on our Blood Bottle Gang?"
He raised his voice and looked fierce, and the boys around him showed cruel expressions in unison.
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 would 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 a fake?"
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 scarf looked at Glover's size and showed hesitation.
"Tsimikas!"
At this time, a thick but gentle voice came, attracting everyone's attention.
"Boss!" Tsimikas, the man in the red turban, 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, his appearance seemed to be no different from that of an ordinary warehouse worker, but both Glover and Rolf 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 good man." The stout man looked at Glover and was surprised by his stature. "It seems that 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 to be 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 Glover and Rolf, "I'm so stupid. Could it be that the security officer heard the news and came undercover to investigate?"
Glover and Rolf frowned. They could tell without the need for a conversation that this boss was different from his subordinates and had extraordinary strength.
"In the Emerald City, vigilance officers don't need to be undercover."
Glover said in a low voice:
"They can walk in with 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 brothers all 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: "The 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 extraordinary 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, he frowned while listening.
While Tsimikas 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, on 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.
"Good man, what's your name?"
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 Waiya!"
Glover was shocked and reacted:
"Yes, everyone calls me, 'Fatty' 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 changed, he immediately became arrogant:
"You! You have scars! The boss is asking you a question! Are you mute?"
Rolf frowned and looked 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 were from the gang and that you had been with 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, my contemporaries include Dalton: a hot-headed lunatic who robbed at the entrance of the police hall, went to jail, and then disappeared."
Glover looked 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 said nothing.
"There was also Dorno, who was frightened by the clown's flying 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 Spencer, that guy was very strong and lucky. He once offended the clown, but he didn't die. He went to collect the debt from another boss. Later, well, he probably died too."
After Glover said this, he clenched his fists.
Rolf looked at him with twinkling eyes.
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 running a club business, which is very prosperous."
"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 were 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 royal 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 Duro.
"When the clown practices knife throwing, he likes to let living people hold the target. He says that this way it 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, which made 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.”
The way Douro looked at Glover was different.
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 other bosses?"
"No one likes the clown's men because people feel like they are being clown..."
Glover paused for a moment, and an invisible light flashed in his eyes:
"Tortured to the point of becoming 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 Douluo boss retired from Xihuang!"
Glover and Rolf were both shocked.
Surprisingly, Douro frowned.
Tsimikas looked like "you are finished":
"Boss, he is a general who leads troops on the battlefield! He has gone through hundreds of battles and fought bloody battles with orcs and desolate bones! He also fought side by side with the famous Wings of Legend, drank at the same table, and called each other brothers. He wanted to give his heart to him."
The third time, he was forced to stop by Douro's elbow.
"You said you have been to the desert," Douro'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 only 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, "'Headcrow' is the biological son of the Croma family. We are just raised by our stepmothers. They have to share most of the captured things. 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, 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 they 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, with 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 are 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 disgust: Who are you kidding with this terrible 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, Huai Ya, let's call you Fatty. Fatty, you are also from the army and have joined 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.”
Douro 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 staff."
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 him sourly.
Rolf snorted in displeasure.
Douro pondered for a while.
"So, if you want to join a gang, come and stand on the stage 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 do you stand? 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. Why, 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 fellow bosses."
negotiation.
Rolf frowned.
"Negotiation? What happened?"
"Hehe, we and the black silk men... 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 heard this and his expression changed:
"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 to a few places to visit, and no matter how much I collect, I will give you half of it.
"
"Half percent?"
"It's just today, probation period."
Glover and Rolf exchanged looks:
"make a deal."
A few hours later, Glover and Rolf were standing 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, and was sandwiched between Glover and Rolf, or to be precise, Fatty Waiya and Little Teto, watching a group of strong and fierce Blood Bottle Gang members pass through.
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 men, he opened his arms and greeted Duro:
"Brother Douro!"
"Fogg, good friend!" Duro 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..."
Tsimikas 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; "Proceeding 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 bad person and now works in
Which Laushizi Chamber of Commerce did you go to? "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.
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"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...
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At this moment, Tsimikas' eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. He shook Glover's arm:
"Look! Fatty! Damn it, boss, real boss!"
Glover followed his gaze and saw: in the direction of the dock, a group of ruthless characters who looked like they were not locals were coming. They all looked sinister, 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 knives.
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 legendary figure!"
"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 trembled 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 ferrymen on the Prison River also punt, and the people who collect money and transport people are half of them. On the journey of life and death, we recognize fellow villagers. We are also good at killing lives to retrieve their souls! My fellow villagers will no longer be alone. They will be resurrected as corpses to claim their lives!"