"Turnbull led the Blood Bottle Gang, got involved in the internal strife of Kevin Deere's family, and was implicated in catastrophe - and so on."
And his choice ultimately led to the fiasco on that rainy night.
Belicia frowned slightly, then sneered:
"Then I guess that the exiled young master who is familiar with the 'truth' must also tell you: the old gang leader was originally a subordinate of Viscount Sonar. He was loyal and loyal, and was attacked by the old Duke, and his reputation was ruined?"
The killer snorted and did not deny:
"Of course the young master has selfish motives."
Whether it's bringing down your own cousin.
I still want to clear my father's name.
As for which of the two is more important?
Probably even Federico himself doesn't know.
From being an aristocrat to being a traitor, from being well-dressed to being homeless, from being high-spirited to living a miserable life, the young master has been locked up in a dark room without windows for too long, and has come into contact with all kinds of monsters in human skins.
It was too much, and it was so deeply immersed in the underground prison filled with blood and fragrance that even the spirit was abnormal.
He could only convince himself over and over again in his evil whispers day after day:
Both are one and the same.
By holding on to power, justice can be found.
When you find justice, you gain power.
"But you still chose to cooperate with him."
Belicia watched as the expensive cigarette that she threw to the ground was soaked in dirty water, became damp, softened and turned black.
Lausanne II was silent for a while.
"Those vampires, they once persuaded him to join them."
I've tried both soft and hard ones.
The new 'father' found for the young master is said to be of high status.
Belicia frowned:
"join in?"
Lausanne II closed his eyes.
"And in such darkness and despair, not everyone has the courage to reject them."
Reject the temptations of immortality, youth and freedom.
Refuse to abandon the frail human body.
Reject the opportunity to forget the pain with numbness.
Refuse to start over a second life.
Lausanne II looked at his severed right arm and saw clearly the countless small abnormal-shaped granules shaking back and forth at the fracture, his eyes blank.
"That young master, he is one of them."
The killer said softly.
Belicia was stunned.
She looked deeply at the killer, understood the meaning between his eyebrows, and sighed softly.
"But you don't believe him, especially the part about Turnbull?"
After hearing these words, Lausanne II was silent for a long time.
"Do you still remember the old gang leader and what kind of person he is?"
Belicia, who was lost in thought, reacted and her eyes immediately turned cold.
"Of course," she said coldly, not hiding her malice and disdain, "a dead man."
Lausanne II hummed indifferently and shook his head.
"No, he is a villain."
"the wicked?"
Belicia was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud:
"Those who have gotten into our business, from resisting fraud and abduction to murder and arson, who is not a bad person? Feisuo, Maurice, Cenza, Anton, Knife Bitch, Fogg, Red Viper, including you and Black Sword...
…”
"They're not qualified yet."
Lausanne II interrupted her coldly:
"He's a bad guy at best."
Even Black Sword is a vicious person who cares little about life and death.
"Only him."
Under the woman's confused expression, Lausanne II's eyes froze.
[There is nothing in the bottle but the blood of the people.]
Turnbull.
The vampire killer spoke softly:
"Only Turnbull can be called a 'villain'."
A villain whose pride and vanity are mutually exclusive, self-esteem and inferiority reflect each other, ruthlessness and shrewdness coexist and grow together.
Bad evil.
Evil evil.
The evil of the devil.
Belicia was silent at first, and then snorted disdainfully.
"But if you know how this 'evil' is like today's Kathleen, she started out as a street gangster, climbed up the high branches of Kevin Deere's family, begged for mercy from them, and then gradually rose to the top of the Blood Bottle Gang -
—”
"Worse."
Lausanne II interrupted her again.
"Before he got rich, he was not a scoundrel."
The killer's expression was serious, and he seemed to think this was extremely important:
"But a criminal."
The crime is worse than the crime.
The blame for the crime cannot be met with the punishment.
Lausanne II said silently.
Belicia didn't reply, but the disapproval between her brows was clear: So?
In the entire Blood Bottle Gang and even the Black Street Brotherhood, among the countless people, is there anyone who is not a criminal?
The only difference is whether he was caught or not.
"The order is not right either."
"In what order?"
"In the past, the biggest backer behind the Blood Bottle Gang was not the Emerald City," Lausanne II recalled the past, "but most of the bosses in the gang who kept their word were from the East China Sea."
Belicia was startled: People from the East China Sea?
"The most profitable businesses, no matter whether they are in or out, go through the seven ports on the East China Sea."
Lausanne II said in a deep voice:
"Until Turnbull changed everything."
Belicia's expression changed.
"What's the meaning?"
"It means that the old gang leader didn't get to the top of the Blood Bottle Gang because he relied on the Kevin Dill family..."
Lausanne II said slowly:
"But the Iris family saw it. They saw Turnbull, this hopeless evil man..."
I saw him in the chaos before and after the Bloody Year, manipulating and eradicating dissidents...
Watch him fiddle with power amidst the boundless fire of karma sweeping across the kingdom, making progress step by step, growing bigger and bigger...
"...I saw him leading the Blood Bottle Gang, miraculously getting rid of the control of Langtang Palace, and getting rid of his dependence on Huigang."
The killer narrowed his eyes:
"They just made up their mind and extended an olive branch to Turnbull and the Blood Bottle Gang."
Only then could he dare to put the dominance of the underground world back into the hands of the Duke of South Bank after many years.
From another family no less equal than theirs.
Get back the biggest illegal business in the kingdom.
The three-color iris, which has been dormant and declining since the time of the wise king, has once again grown its branches and buds.
The dungeon became completely quiet.
"I lived through those days and I know what kind of person Turnbull is."
Lausanne II spoke calmly:
"Yes, in order to survive, to be safe, and to achieve his goals, he has never hesitated to turn to backers like Kevin Deere to seek shelter and support from powerful people."
When necessary, he does not hesitate to beg for mercy and act humble.
Be willing to be used or even discarded.
"But trust me."
Lausanne II raised his eyes.
"In the entire Blood Bottle Gang," the killer said coldly, "no one despises those big shots who are born noble more than him."
It's not jealousy.
Not a deep-seated hatred.
Not actual hatred.
But contempt.
From the deepest part of the soul - contempt.
A beggar can hate the king, but he cannot despise the king - no matter how much he claims that he does not care about everything the king has.
Only another king, or even a higher being, can truly speak from the soul...
Contempt the king.
Belicia's expression changed, and she fell into deep thought.
"Therefore, I know that he will never easily get involved in what you call a noble infighting, or even choose sides and become a pawn, let alone charge into battle and die for the benefit of any big shot."
That's not his... habit.
Lausanne II thought of something and clenched his remaining fists:
"Because he is so shrewd and sophisticated."
He knows very well how to assess the situation, how to control the situation, how to bend and stretch freely among various powers to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, and how to deal with the fatal power struggle to protect himself - whether facing the sun sword and shield, or the three-color iris.
The killer sneered:
"Even the more chaotic and chaotic the situation is, the more he can sniff out opportunities, make the right bets, and profit from them, soaring upward——"
Speaking of this, Lausanne II suddenly paused.
He found that Belicia was giggling.
"why are you laughing?"
Belicia shook her finger and glanced at him.
"I'm thinking, as a murder tool that you don't necessarily see him a few times a year as a paid agent, you unexpectedly know him well."
Lausanne II was silent.
yes.
But that's why.
Precisely because he was Turnbull's tool for killing people.
Precisely because he only needs it when killing people.
So he knew clearly when and for what reason Turnbull would decide who to kill, including how.
Whether to make a decisive decision immediately or wait for the time to act.
A breath of anger is a deal.
Killing the enemy in front of you is still a potential threat.
Is it clean and tidy or grand?
There is no better way to understand a person, especially a wicked person.
but……
"I knew him before he became rich," the vampire killer said quietly, "much earlier than you think."
But it's not something to be proud of.
Belicia didn't pay attention to the complicated emotions in this sentence and just snorted coldly.
"The Black Street Brotherhood."
Lausanne II's eyes moved.
"There are countless gangs like this popping up across the country every year. In the end, they either die, disperse, or surrender to the Blood Bottle Gang."
Belicia said coldly:
"But have you ever thought about why only the Brotherhood, which had just made its fortune in those days, and when they broke up with the Blood Bottle Gang, not only survived the most dangerous years, escaped several crises of destruction, but also took root in Yongxing City
It has grown so much that you have to kill people yourself?"
Lausanne II frowned slightly.
He raised his eyes from the damp and smelly ground and looked at the woman.
"You said that I had at least two opportunities to kill Black Sword, but you informed me of them in advance..."
"Yes, but why?"
Belicia interrupted him unceremoniously:
"At that time, the Blood Bottle Gang was very powerful, and Turnbull gathered a large number of warriors with supernatural powers. On the other hand, the scum of the Brotherhood, even now, are neither reliable nor popular."
She narrowed her eyes:
"I was a bitch who only knew how to get along with men. What's the point of taking the risk of venting to them?"
Lausanne II was stunned.
Belicia's tone changed, with malicious guidance:
"Or, whose order did I receive?"
The vampire killer didn't respond. He just stared blankly at this old acquaintance with complicated emotions.
"Really," a few seconds later, Belicia lowered her head and sighed as if she was regretful, "you said you knew him very well."
he.
At that moment, Lausanne II's breath froze.
Looking at the other party's seemingly cunning but actually cruel eyes, he understood something.
"Turnbull."
He spoke softly.
Belicia chuckled, turned and paced.
"You also said that no one is smarter than him, and no one is more sophisticated than him," the woman's voice was still steady, but her expression was subtle and complicated, "Then you should know that in order to achieve his goal, he can do anything
What an incredible thing."
Lausanne II was speechless.
"Obviously, that smart-aleck old wall lamp believes that in the eyes of the big shots in Kongming Palace, if the Blood Bottle Gang, as black gloves and hounds, wants to survive and thrive, and wants to continue to pick out bones from their hands, then
One company cannot be the only one, it cannot have smooth sailing, and it cannot have no competitors.”
Competitors who are predictable and more controllable.
"But you know, those who work in this industry are either forced by life or have numerous criminal records. They are all the most unlucky guys at the bottom of all walks of life. How high can their quality be? What qualifications do they have to join the Blood Bottle Gang or Kevin Di?
Is your black glove competition under the scrutiny of the big shots?"
Belicia blocked the light, took out another cigarette and brought it to the light.
"So in those years, those opponents who were indulged or even indirectly supported by the old gang leader, from the Spice Gang to the Iron Bat Club, from the Blade Bandits - you should be familiar with them, some people were killed by you - to the Yankee Gangsters
, various criminal gangs claiming to challenge the Blood Bottle Gang, most of them are pursuing profit and short-sightedness, they gather and disperse, and then disperse..."
The cigarette was lit, and Belicia's eyes were sharp.
"And none of them has gone as far as the Black Sword, as far as the Brotherhood."
He endured the well-placed blows and injuries from the Blood Bottle Gang.
Lausanne II gritted his teeth.
"Yes, Turnbull, he created the Black Sword, created the Brotherhood," Belicia turned her wrist and took a puff of cigarette gracefully, "created your destined opponent."
and his own tomb.
Lausanne II said nothing for a long time.
Belicia was not in a hurry, she just stood by the wall and smoked silently.
"I paid him back."
"Um?"
Lausanne II's voice sounded in the darkness, without any ripples:
"The second pursuit failed. I reported to Turnbull and admitted that it was my poor execution that made Black Sword inexplicably alert and managed to escape."
No, that's a big fluke.
Belicia laughed loudly.
"Then I guess that the old wall lamp must have been in disbelief at first, with a solemn expression on his face, gritting his teeth and smashing a cup, then he took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and finally laughed passionately? Did he even pat him generously?
Your shoulder tells you that he doesn't mind, after all, who has never missed a job? Maybe, maybe he will pretend to be generous and give you all the promised reward, saying that he believes that as long as you work harder and harder,
If you take it back, you will definitely succeed? Hahahaha, maybe I asked you if you want to stay and have dinner together. By the way, how do you get along with me? Maybe there is a woman in my heart, and I am no longer good at drawing swords. Do you want to change?
Niuer will warm your bed? Hahahahaha..."
At the end of the sentence, Belicia laughed so hard that her flowers trembled.
Lausanne II said nothing.
Although he couldn't see it, in the endless laughter, the vampire's damn senses made him clearly perceive:
Tears were oozing out of the woman's eyes and falling gently along the smile lines on her cheeks.
"He should have told me."
The killer whispered.
Then with your temperament, will you still cooperate with him in his acting and play this "liar to you" game with him?
"Don't be too sad," Belicia stopped laughing, her tone was playful but her expression was cold, "I only found out later - he usually doesn't say too much to bitches."
"A duke or a viscount?"
"What?"
"Since you said that Turnbull got burned because he was involved in the internal strife at Iris," Lausanne II took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, "then you, or all the people who betrayed Turnbull and me,
Who were you bribed by, and whose instructions were you given?"
He frowned:
"Who wants Turnbull dead? Wants me dead? Wants the entire Blood Bottle Gang to fall apart?"
"Is it the Duke of Leinster, or the Viscount Sonar? Is it the elder brother, or the younger brother? Or some other force that we don't know about?"
Footsteps sounded.
Belicia walked gently and came into his sight.
The cigarette burned slowly in her hand.
"You know Turnbull so well," the beauty in front of her opened her red lips lightly, showing off her charm, "What do you think?"
Lausanne II looked at her half-smiling expression and fell silent.
【There is no king in the country, only a tyrant.】
The next second, Lausanne II tried his best to deflect his gaze and look at the metal lock on his chest.
At the joint of the lock, the engraving of the iris flower is faintly visible.
Lausanne II sighed softly.
"I lived in seclusion at that time, but I still remember that the Duke of Leinster and Viscount Sonar had discord. At first, they just had political differences and there were occasional frictions."
The killer recalls the past:
"Later, due to various disasters and accidents, their grudges deepened time and time again, so that they gradually drifted apart, and eventually the city was full of troubles and tensions were at war."
He closed his eyes gently:
"Those are not accidents, right?"
Just like the Emerald City now.
The woman didn't answer right away.
"I have no idea."
Belicia said softly:
"I only know that Sona Kevindhir was the first to break the tacit understanding and convention. He used his shady resources - including the Blood Bottle Gang - to interfere in political struggles, influence urban governance, stir up complaints, and spread rumors and smear stories across the country.
His brother, to question his governance.
"In response, the Duke of Leinster fought back ruthlessly. He not only ruthlessly suppressed the Viscount's supporters, but also once tried to evacuate Gonghai City and directly return a series of privileges - including supervision of the Blood Bottle Gang - to the Duke's throne."
Just like the Emerald City now.
A complex internal fight that cannot lift the table, draw swords, or use force to bleed, but involves multiple forces and back-and-forth games in the endless undercurrent.
Lausanne II suddenly smiled.
"Turnbull must be very happy: the Duke and the Viscount are fighting to the death, but they are both vying for the support and allegiance of him and the Blood Bottle Gang to increase their bargaining chips," he said numbly, "After the Year of Blood, he has not been there for a long time.
I have experienced such years of passion and being valued so much.”
Belicia smiled too.
"Of course," the woman blew out a puff of smoke disdainfully, "after all, he is standing there, standing in the center of the stage, holding the key that affects the scale."
The vampire killer thought of something and suddenly looked towards the exit of the dungeon.
The hand holds the key that affects the balance.
Just like...the Emerald City now.
"But the game code is used to achieve balance."
Lausanne II said quietly:
"Instead of breaking it."
But if the owner of the scale discovers:
The slide is broken and loose, and I can't stop at the balance point no matter which way I slide...
Belicia chuckled and raised her head:
"You do know him."
One reason is clear, all reasons are clear, Lausanne II understands something.
That's it, old Turnbull.
Old cauldron.
Old gang leader.
Old friend.
Old rival.
Old benefactor.
As always, you did not choose sides.
However……
"Tell me, Belicia."
After a few seconds, the killer spoke calmly, no longer feeling the anger and pain he had before.
"Back then, there was internal strife in the Iris family, and the Duke and Viscount brothers were at war with each other. The entire Emerald City and even the South Coast Territory were affected, and the national economy and people's livelihood were affected."
Lausanne II looked expressionless:
"Turnbull, the old leader of the Blood Bottle Gang, is he actually so ambitious and fanning the flames that he personally started the war..."
His eyes darkened:
"Or is it just a coincidence that the opportunity comes, so you just follow the trend and add fuel to the fire?"
The dungeon was quiet for a long time.
"Is there a difference?"
After a long time, Belicia finally spoke.
"When your ship sails into a storm..."
The woman threw away the cigarette butt:
"Do you think Muhai girl will care whether you are a good person or a bad person, and you are the one steering the ship..."