Everyone froze, and Grover's eyes moved slightly:
"So, there is a chance that Luosang will be poisoned?"
"Almost poisoned to death, just a little bit."
Paul stood in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the garden outside the window, thoughtfully:
"The window was broken, but there was very little broken glass in the room. Most of it fell outside the window."
Everyone was stunned, only Miranda nodded.
"I understand, that beast didn't break in through the window," D.D came to his senses, "but he felt bad after drinking poisoned wine, so he broke through the window with all his strength and escaped from here!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone cheered and came to the broken window.
"Still stumbling along the way, even trampling on the lawn and fence." Mallos looked at the garden downstairs and mused.
"That's why the housekeepers and servants woke up early."
"So, Lausanne II not only attempted murder, but was poisoned and fled all the way, in very bad condition?" Glover narrowed his eyes.
Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you.
"I'll make arrangements right away," Toledo gritted his teeth and turned around, "see if we can follow the trail and find anything. If he is really poisoned..."
"Be careful," Mallos warned from behind. "We thought he was seriously injured and waiting to die, but he always surprises us."
Everyone turned around and looked at the crime scene again.
"If what you said is right, Mira," D.D looked surprised, "It's unbelievable, Brennan, this unarmed old man, defeated the strong with the weak, and almost poisoned Lausanne II with his own power.
?”
"He almost did... something that even a group of us couldn't do?" Nixi looked ugly.
The rest of the people couldn't help but look at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.
"It's not about the weak defeating the strong," Miranda shook her head, "This old man is already a strong man, but he doesn't show it on his sword."
"Strength and weakness are not constant."
Mallos interrupted them and said with the same emotion:
"In a battle duel, the competition is not about a person's own weight or strength, but about each person's ability to adjust their weight on the scale and convert their strengths and weaknesses."
He looked at his subordinates:
"At this point, Brennan is obviously better than Lausanne."
"But he is dead," Glover said coldly, gritting his teeth, "Losanne II is not."
"We're not dead either," Paul shook his head, "but have we defeated Lausanne?"
Glover snorted coldly and did not answer.
"All in all, this guy is a problem," Nixi frowned. "Losanne II may continue to cause trouble like this and implicate innocent people until we kill him."
"How to do it? All of us plus one..." Morgan snorted coldly and did not continue.
"Besides, the Emerald City is already in big enough trouble," Conmuto sighed, "we have too much to do."
"There will be a way," Miranda took over with a firm look, "If, as the Lord said, strength and weakness are not constant, then there will definitely be a way to defeat Lausanne - even if it's us."
"Just adjust the scales right."
Everyone was silent when they heard this.
"Your Highness! Your Highness Thales!"
At this moment, an urgent call came from outside the door.
"Found it, found it!"
Everyone turned around and saw Wyatt, whom they hadn't seen for a long time, rushing into Brennan's study, out of breath:
"I found it!"
"Be careful, really Huaiya, watch your step!" D.D supported Huaiya who was unsteady due to being too excited, "Don't dare to be careless in this room, a bottle will kill you, you know!"
Huaiya glanced at Doyle in confusion, but he didn't talk about anything else. Instead, he hurriedly pulled out a volume of documents and handed it to Thales:
"That's right, Your Highness, what happened in the Emerald City these days, whether it's a murder case or Lausanne, the Blood Bottle Gang or Federico, is full of doubts. I think and think, think and think, think and think, think and think, my head is spinning.
I just couldn’t figure it out! So when His Highness wrote to Fuxing Palace, I also attached a letter summarizing my notes and findings, and planned to ask the knowledgeable people in Yongxing City.
people……"
"Knowing one? Who is it? Your father?" D.D asked doubtfully.
Mallos stretched out his hand to stop D.D's words and signaled everyone to be quiet.
And Thales looked at the documents sent by Huaiya page by page, his expression gradually changed from doubtful to solemn.
No way?
"So, then the reply from the royal capital came," Huaiya tried his best to adjust his breathing and suppress the excitement of discovering the truth. "Ms. Ji Ni didn't say anything. She only attached this file with the letter. It was a
The past cases in Yongxing City, and then, then I suddenly understood..."
"who?"
D.D's face changed: "Miss Ji Ni? Are you talking about that terrifying king's love..."
This time, without any signal from Mallos, Glover stretched out his big hand and pressed D.D's words into his mouth.
"You did a great job, Wyatt."
Thales put down the file, handed it to Mallos, and nodded to the panting attendant.
"Zombie, have you done what I asked you to do before?"
Glover's eyes moved:
"Yes, Your Highness, if she knows what's going on."
who?
D.D rolled his eyes, but his mouth was covered, and he couldn't ask any questions.
"Very good," Thales turned to Mallos, "Thor, I will give you a list later and ask Butler Ashford for help. Before evening, please invite all the people above.
Or you can tie them up, remember, no one is missing."
Mallos looked at the file in his hand, his eyes moved, and he didn't ask any more questions:
"As you command, Your Highness."
"Now, Star Lake Guards, collect all the evidence and return to Kongming Palace. Everyone is ready to prepare. We will set off in the evening." Thales's order was cold and unquestionable, making everyone shudder. "Before that, I have to go
Dealing with government affairs, a lot of mess, and..."
Thales looked sharply:
"Go meet our prisoners."
See if they repent.
All the guards were ordered to leave.
"Your Highness, may I ask," Miranda couldn't help but ask, "what exactly are we going to do today?"
Everyone moved for a moment and couldn't help but look at Thales.
do what?
"Killing people, stirring up troubles, but no one can control it, doing whatever they want..."
Duke Xinghu looked at the poisoned wine on the table, then looked at the rising sun outside the window, squinting his eyes.
"I'm tired of him wandering around the Emerald City for too long and can't wait to adjust the scales."
Thales's eyes were filled with anger:
"Tonight, we will hunt - Lausanne II."
————
Emerald City, Beimen Bridge, sparsely populated nameless alley.
"I know who you are."
A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old was sitting on a pile of boxes, with a knife stuck in his waist, and his face showed a fierceness that should not be expected at this age.
The person he stared at fiercely was a gray-robed man whose face and body were covered. The latter stood in the shadows and just looked up at the young man without answering.
"I heard that you are dead." The young man felt that he had been ignored. He jumped off the box and walked towards the man in gray robe. He touched the handle of the knife intentionally or unintentionally, "You were stabbed by one of your own."
The man in gray robe raised his head slightly, smiled coldly, and a sharp and determined female voice came from under the gray robe:
"The second half is right."
The young man smiled with evil intentions.
"Ha, you were betrayed by your subordinates and became a lost dog. Why, now you are looking for a backer in despair?"
The man in gray robe tilted his head slightly, his eyes flashing sharply under his robe.
"Karak," another gentle male voice came, "adding insult to injury won't make you a better person."
The young man named Karak's expression changed and he turned around.
At the end of the alley, a man walked slowly toward them. He was also covered in a thick brown robe from head to toe, like an ascetic.
"On the contrary, you can only show your unique vision by providing help in times of need."
The man's half face under the hood smiled slightly:
"Also, be respectful to others no matter where you are."
He looked at the woman in gray robe:
"No matter whether the other party is successful or depressed, a king or a beggar, a wise man or a madman."
The man's words were calm and his tone was not harsh, but when Karak heard the words, he stepped aside and said:
"Yes, boss."
The woman in gray robe sneered.
But the young man endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it:
"But boss, you know she is a red scarf——"
"I know who she is."
The man in a brown coat interrupted gently.
"I also believe that she definitely doesn't want to be called out at this moment," the man in brown robe nodded slightly towards the woman, "and as the owner of this place, we should respect this."
The young man is still unwilling:
"But we can use her to—"
"You have to be merciful and merciful, Karak," this time, the man in brown robe said more harshly, "No one in this world can predict everything, and if you want to figure everything out, believe me,
There will always be a day when things go against your wishes and the gains outweigh the losses."
Karak reluctantly:
"yes."
Seeing that he was still unconvinced, the man spoke coldly:
"Do you remember what happened last time you disobeyed me?"
Karak shuddered and nodded glumly:
"Yes, boss."
The young man stopped talking and just raised his mouth.
The man was silent for a while, and finally sighed:
"That's all, Karak, I was still thinking about what you could learn from staying with the big shots for a long time...Forget it, go ahead and remind the brothers in front of you to use your best tactics. The Emerald City has not been peaceful recently."
The young man received the order, glanced at the woman in gray robe unwillingly, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley.
The woman in gray robe who had been watching sneered.
"You seem to be a sensible person, which is rare in black silk," she looked at the manager in brown robe, "do you keep a line in your work?"
"I only realized this a few years ago, and I paid a lot of price along the way." The man looked at Karak's back and smiled apologetically at the female guest. "As for Karak, he is quite capable of fighting at this age. He has a bright future."
It’s immeasurable, but after all it’s still growing and it takes time.”
The woman observed the man in front of her with interest:
"So, who are you?"
"Me? Ha, nameless so-and-so, a little person," the man in brown robe shook his head, "I help Boss Lazanchi by doing odd jobs, running unimportant errands."
"If Fissot only uses a person like you to run errands and do odd jobs," the woman said coldly, her words full of commanding tone, "then he must be intoxicated by drugs."
The man in brown robe was stunned and bowed quickly.
"You are exaggerating. Besides, Boss Lazanchi's business principle is to only sell and not eat. His subordinates are strictly prohibited from using their own goods," he said with an apologetic smile, "and I deeply agree."
The woman raised her eyebrows:
"Ah, I guess you must be his favorite."
The man shrugged helplessly:
"In our line of work, it's better to be 'useful' than to 'like'."
"Then you should be quite useful."
"Occasionally useful."
The man in brown robe seemed unable to withstand the burning eyes of his guest. He didn't want to talk any more and had to change the topic:
"So, dear lady, I heard that Red Viper and Fogg, along with that old monster, set up an ambush and chopped off one of your hands?"
The woman's face tightened.
She stretched her hand out of her robe, pressed the broken part of her arm, and said coldly:
"They can only chop off one of my hands."
The man nodded.
"I admire it. I know a doctor here. His license was revoked because he took drugs while practicing medicine, but he is absolutely trustworthy. If you need some painkillers or anesthetics..."
"I quit drugs."
The one-armed woman acted as if nothing had happened:
"Ordinary painkillers and anesthetics don't work for me."
The brown-robed man's eyes changed:
"Oh! Can I ask what kind of quitting you are-"
"'Sunshine.'" the woman said nonchalantly.
The man in brown robe suddenly turned his head, his eyes were surprised,
The woman said coldly:
"In the past, when 'Dog Tooth' Bot was here, he liked to sell this. Until half of the glorious area was occupied, green skins and cuckolds intervened... Of course, it has been banned now. If you find a trace, you will be hanged."
"'Life can't survive without sunshine', of course, sunshine, I know, I know," the man in brown robe looked at her with admiration, "Even among the vicious drugs formulated with Sel grass, it is the most taboo and the most
Cruel, and you can quit it... The sun is setting above, please accept my respect."
"No need, the pain on one's own body is the most meaningful."
The one-armed woman thought of something and her eyes were complicated.
"What's more, whether it's drug addiction or arms, they will always be fine."
The man didn't speak, and the two fell silent.
"It won't be fine." The man in brown robe suddenly said
"Huh?" The woman turned her head.
I saw the man in brown robe letting out a long sigh:
"Believe me, madam, even if the wound heals and no longer hurts, for decades after that, you will still have hallucinations in your sleep and half-awake state, as if your arm is still connected to your body, as if your fingers are still throbbing secretly, and your elbow is still...
Itching slightly."
The woman frowned:
"How did you-"
"So you can't help but reach out and touch your hand, everything you once owned," the man in brown robe said in a daze. He slowly stretched out his right hand, revealing a smooth black arm that did not look like a human body. "
Until you wake up and grasp everything in reality."
The woman in gray robe had a sharp look in her eyes:
"Prosthetic limb?"
"Cheap stuff," the man in brown robe smiled, and the palm of his prosthetic right hand stretched back and forth awkwardly, "but then again, no matter how expensive the prosthetic limb is, how can it be compared to the original product?"
The one-armed woman looked at the other person's prosthetic leg, thought of something, and gradually fell into a trance.
"You're right," she lowered her head and sighed, "Human, if it's broken, it can never be repaired."
"But we have to repair it," the man in brown robe shook his head and put his prosthetic hand back under his robe, "because no matter how bad it is, there is always a part of us that is, well, good."
He turned around and smiled:
"Can not give up."
The one-armed woman's eyes flashed but she said nothing.
A few minutes later, the woman spoke again:
"You don't look like you can fight in the black silk. How did you climb up?"
The brown-robed man was stunned for a moment, then sneered and laughed.
"Excuse me," he spread his hands helplessly and shrugged, "You should say: Boy, you look like you are powerless."
The one-armed woman sneered and looked at Karak outside the alley:
"But that kid is so crazy, but he only listens to you."
The man in brown robe paused.
"right."
He sighed deeply:
"We have gone through a lot of things together... He was still young at that time, I was also young, and I met a terrible boss."
"Terrible boss," the woman said without moving, "I understand."
The man chuckled and shook his head:
"Fortunately, it's all over... Karak has a loyal character, and I'm lucky, he doesn't hate me that much."
"But he still calls you boss."
"Haha, when I'm drunk, I occasionally call him boss."
"You don't look like an alcoholic."
"It's not like that, otherwise Boss Lazanchi would have to kill me."
"Are you from this city?"
"Yes, the city outside the city - by the Crystal River."
"I have a very close friend who grew up near there," the woman in gray robe recalled the past, "I heard that the sawtooth fish in the river tastes great."
"Are you mistaken?" the man asked doubtfully. "The sawfish is a sea fish. You have to go southeast to the seaside and go out on a boat to catch it - and the meat is too hard, so no one eats it."
The one-armed woman glanced at him:
"Well, it seems you didn't lie to me. You did grow up by the Crystal River."
The man in brown robe reacted and laughed out loud
"Okay. So where are you now? Are you on the right track?"
"died."
The woman’s expression remains unchanged:
"He hanged himself in an almshouse when he was fourteen - the rope was tied to the hand of the stone statue of the Sunset Goddess."
The atmosphere was suffocating.
"Oh, I'm sorry," the man in brown robe was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth, "Damn Sunset Priest, he harbors evil and evil, even little girls are not spared."
"How do you know it's a priest?"
"From the age of fourteen and up, they are considered adults and can go to confession alone...and even if something happens, the priests can still say 'you and I agree'," the man said softly, "even if you go in
He will be detained for a few years at most and then released."
"You are quite knowledgeable."
The woman's careless words made the man pause for a moment.
"I used to have a friend who also came out of it. He was even worse because he was a man and had nowhere to redress his grievances," the man in brown robe snorted coldly. "If you ask me, those godly people are dirtier than human traffickers, at least.
Traffickers will not rape you while praying devoutly and calling yourself the Sunset Goddess."
The one-armed woman turned her head:
"Not bad, you can get away with so many things from me... Why didn't I hear of a person like you when I was still in Emerald City?"
The man in brown robe was stunned.
"It's natural. When you became famous and went to the royal capital to start a career, I had just returned to my hometown." He smiled naturally, "A wanderer returns home..."
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded at the end of the alley.
Knock, knock, knock...
The one-armed woman and the man in brown robe both left the wall with solemn expressions:
"coming."
I saw a carriage driving into the alley. The man who was dressed up coldly stepped out of the carriage and threw a few copper coins to the waiting Karak:
"Take it easy, we came by boat and almost vomited to death - where are we going to meet?"
"This is really a surprise," the man in brown robe laughed, walked towards the man, opened his arms, "Old friend!"
Hearing this, the man paused, looked at the man, and avoided his embrace.
"It's you, how unlucky it is."
The man in brown robe didn't take it seriously and raised his arms:
"Nice to meet you too, 'Silent Killer' Leyock!"
The man named Layok looked at the man's dress.
"Tch, you're doing pretty well," he said unhappily, "compared to killing people, it seems I can make more money selling fans."
The man in brown robe shrugged seemingly harmlessly.
"This is your manpower?"
The one-armed woman came up behind him with a cold voice:
"Why, this guy is the only one who can beat me?"
Leyock's eyes turned cold.
"You sound familiar," he passed the man in brown robe and faced the woman directly, his arm unconsciously holding the weapon under his clothes, "Who are you?"
But the one-armed woman didn't look at him and said coldly:
"Where's the Black Sword? Where's the Cinza? Where's the Scimitar and the Prison Scythe? And where's the legendary fourth killer?"
The man in brown robe was about to say something when Leyock sneered.
"If they had to show up for everything," he slowly approached the woman, "the Underworld Brotherhood wouldn't have to hang out on the streets."
The one-armed woman was not afraid and said:
"Do you know what you're here for?"
"Of course, Boss Morris said it a week ago," Leyock said coldly, "to end any future troubles."
The one-armed woman sneered, then became angry.
"It's just you? Ha! Has Feisuo been addicted to drugs? Or did he know that death was imminent, so he hid and gave up on himself?"
Leyock's eyes were on fire:
"you--"
"And this is the person Lazench Fisso has found?"
The one-armed woman waved her hand rudely and cursed the man in brown robe next to her:
"He clearly knows better than anyone how terrifying Lausanne II is! No matter the Black Sword Qincha or the early brotherhood masters, they were all defeated by him! All of you so-called brotherhood giants were killed by him
You have to go to the end of the world and hide in the sewers to eat shit and drink urine to survive!"
Leyock frowned, but he quickly recognized the person in front of him and his expression changed drastically!
"Damn it, I know you!" Layok's eyes were splitting, and he drew his sword and stepped forward, regardless of the obstruction of the man in brown robe next to him, "This is a phantom blade——"
The next second, the one-armed woman's robe moved, and the silver light came out of the sheath!
clang!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
In the blink of an eye, the blades struck continuously. Lyok felt the wind of the sword hitting his face. The angle of the opponent's sword was strange, forcing him to take three steps back before he could block the first round of attacks!
"Yes! I'm fucking Kathleen! The knife bitch that everyone in black silk wants to kill!"
Katherine roared and struck again:
"Do you have any opinion, Xiao Maotou?"
clang!
"Stop it! Now!"
The man in brown robe held down the eager Karak beside him and roared angrily.
Katherine and Leyock stopped.
"This is the Emerald City, this is the North Gate Bridge. We are not enemies of each other. We meet here for the same reason." He was furious and gritted his teeth. "Even if you don't give me face, at least you will give it to Boss Lazanchi and my brothers."
The 'alpha wolf' who knows how to do this will save face!"
Leyock glanced at him, and finally snorted coldly, sheathed his knife and stepped back.
"Your boss won't live long!"
But Catherine remained the same, even spitting on the spot.
"Don't you know, Feisuo, that if Lausanne II is still alive for a day, he will not be safe, even hiring two hundred bodyguards will be useless!"
Phantom Blade coldly snorted:
"Sooner or later Lausanne II will find out what happened back then, and sooner or later he will go find him! Feisuo can't escape!"
The man in brown robe and Leyock looked at each other.
At this moment.
"Of course he knows!"
Another female voice came from the carriage.
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
"But there is one person who knows better than Lazench Fissot how terrible Lausanne II is."
I saw an enchanting figure stepping down from the carriage, holding Leyock's arm, and not forgetting to glance at Karak next to him, making the latter blush.
Katherine's eyes changed.
"Ah, playboy girl, the old fan is actually willing to come out of his den of beauty in the royal capital," she tutted, looking at the enchanting beauty in front of her, "It was a mistake not to kill you together back then."
"Fortunately, you are not a tomboy from the Blood Bottle Gang," the new girl smiled sweetly, "otherwise, who would save you now that things have happened?"
Katherine sneered:
"It's weird, knowing that the monster is alive, you still dare to come? Don't you know that he hates the most -"
"Why don't you dare?"
The charming girl flipped her hair.
"If I can kill him once," she interrupted Kathleen, a look of sternness in her eyes, "I can kill him twice."
Everyone present was stunned.
"Belicia," the man in brown robe raised his voice, bowed and extended his hands excitedly to break the embarrassment, "you are still so beautiful!"
Belicia glanced at him, first she smiled, and then she sighed softly and passed by the man:
"And you're still so boring."
The man in brown robe straightened up and stood there awkwardly:
"Ah, I'm honored to meet you too."
But when Belicia raised her head and looked at everything at the North Gate Bridge, she was also alert in her heart:
Fucked.
I knew there was something wrong with this trip.
But who made Morris so determined?
It was as if they were certain in advance that something would happen in Emerald City.
I just didn’t expect that…
"That's all, let's leave it like that."
Catherine looked at Belicia's figure, figured something out, and laughed:
"It's just that you die early and die later!"
The man in brown robe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, since we all know each other, I won't waste time introducing you," he smiled towards the end of the alley and extended his hand, "Boss Lazanchi is ready to entertain you, please?"
Belicia smiled slightly and helped Leyock forward.
"Wait a minute," Kathleen said suddenly. She looked at the man in brown robe, "What's your name, the one with the prosthesis?"
The man was stunned.
He coughed and put down his brown hood, revealing one single eye and a dark eyepatch on the other.
"Dear Boss Kathleen," the man smiled and bowed slightly, "I am Narric."
"Under the name of Boss Lazanchi, he is an average accountant in the group of pharmaceutical manufacturers."
He straightened up.
"Of course, in your capacity, just call me Nar."
Rick held up Karak beside him and tapped his single eye with his prosthetic leg. His smile was friendly and reassuring: