Narric thought this way when he was beaten by two ferocious strong men until he screamed in agony, huddled in a ball on the ground, was lifted up by his hands, and pressed face down on the desk.
How could he end up in such a situation?
Rick's head was buzzing, stars were shining in front of his eyes, and half of his face was immersed in numbness and pain.
What did he do wrong? Who did he offend? "Hey, don't beat me to death," a cold and unquestionable voice sounded, "I still have something to ask."
The grip on his arms loosened slightly.
But Rick couldn't relax.
Two minutes ago, he was sitting unharmed in the warehouse office of the fireworks factory, reading and writing letters in an orderly manner, checking the accounts, allocating manpower, handling affairs, and happily watching the workers in the field pretending to pack the liquid for the production of fireworks.
crystal powder.
Unexpectedly, the ferocious man holding a short knife did not threaten or torture him again. The former sneered slightly and seemed to be a little emotional.
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Eight years ago, the drastic change in his fate after a night of fighting in Hongfang Street left him homeless. He had no choice but to flee back to the South Bank Territory and the Emerald City in despair.
The man stroking the dagger narrowed his eyes, his ferocious appearance showing a hint of ruthlessness.
The dock trade group is timid and wants to launder the business and get rid of the relationship with them. The fellow drug dealers of Hanbul in Congzhongcheng want to engage in "cooperation" and open up sales in the West Continent.
It's so unlucky.
Rick nodded and subconsciously touched the blindfold on his face, but was held down by the big man next to him.
The worst part of his recent misfortune was also the most inevitable.
"If you need me to write a letter and deliver it to Boss Lazanchi..."
"No, no, no, no need to shoot," Rick said sadly, "You are the toughest, most difficult, and most terrifying leader of the Blood Bottle Gang."
Is it Tate Bischoff?
The cruel man smiled coldly and winked. The men on both sides stepped forward and held Rick face up to prevent him from struggling.
Not good.
Because this is what fate owes him.
The expression is fierce and the movements are neat.
hateful!
Not me.
Yes, last time, he paid the price and survived.
The workers in the warehouse are on vacation again to attend the celebration.
The entire Emerald City is in turmoil, and everyone is in danger.
"Yes...yes...we are just selling fireworks. The safe and money box are over there..."
This group of desperadoes came for the "alpha wolf".
Is it the dispute over Fengpei Village’s land? It’s also impossible.
Actually...
"That's why you need me intact! Dear Mr. Nekra!!!"
He lowered his head blankly, looking at half of his forearm that had become bare again.
He came up through hard work and strength!
Pretty bad.
Manage more people.
Fissot promoted him definitely not because of his toughness.
The only people to blame are Belicia and Phantom Blade. They were both women. A femme fatale and a vicious woman set up a trap. He just received instructions from above and was responsible for executing it.
"I, I was negligent in my work," Rick tried his best not to let his voice tremble, "which caused his son... to die unfortunately."
Rick tremblingly rolled off the countertop and curled up with his back against the desk.
Thinking of this, Rick said bitterly: "As for Boss Lazanchi, no matter how he chooses or employs people..."
"everything!!"
We, hurry up, them, shift, Rick endured the severe pain in his abdomen and could barely grasp these words.
At the cross section, the strings and hooks connecting the tendons were pulled out, leaving several small holes dripping with blood.
The leader of the intruders, Nekra, approached him with narrowed eyes and bent down.
Rick was still pressed on the table. He looked at the boot soles in front of him and tried his best to smile:
Rick couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait a minute!"
These are the businesses that have revolved around the Emerald City and Beimen Bridge for more than ten years. They are jealous and eager to get a piece of the pie, but they are defeated one by one by the "chief wolf" Lazanchi Feisuo with clever tricks and thunderous tactics.
The sinister pack of wolves who refused to stop and forced them to retreat one by one?
"I know," the man wiped the dagger without taking it seriously, "That's why I want your tongue... The accountant in charge of drug money had his tongue cut off. This should be a big deal..."
Rick paused and repeated emphatically:
An accomplice of Denver Boo? Impossible.
And the damn Popon family is even more outrageous. With its backer being Kongming Palace, they actually want to directly participate in the stock—to take a controlling stake.
Maybe there are also murderers and useless people.
As soon as he said this, all the big men around him were startled.
Unless you want to make false accounts, how can you be illiterate? Good, at least you can prove your worth.
"And considering that the bounty hunters recruited by the Brotherhood that day were all cannon fodder and rotten fish, how could they possibly catch him, or even harbor him privately——"
I saw the leader of the intruders playing with a mold-like black prosthetic hand, shaking the blood on it with interest:
No matter now.
He deserves it.
That must mean something.
Calm down, Nar.
Handle more complex processes.
Oops.
"Ahhhhhh-"
What is flattery? Is it important to have a tongue?
"Um?"
"Can an ordinary accountant afford this thing?" The man holding the prosthetic leg was obviously cruel. He ignored Rick's screams and finished his words in a leisurely manner.
The torturer smiled broadly and seemed to be patiently waiting for his reply.
Chopping board, ax blade, red-hot iron clamp.
"Tell me everything?"
Damn it, fuck it...
Then solve the problem.
In other words, lack of neurosis and antisociality?
This must be their leader.
As for the old folded hand crossbow that he hid in the secret compartment of the drawer, which accompanied Rick through the ups and downs...
But no matter who they are.
Even if the loss is not low.
Everything! "Yes, yes," Rick said bitterly, "I am responsible for the preparations for that matter..."
Rick took a breath and even forgot about the pain for a moment.
There are beams outside Qingpiwo in Iris District and Beimen Bridge, and I have been displeased with them for a long time.
The man nodded, waved to his men, and motioned to Rick: "Cut his tongue."
At the hands of that murderous Rhoda? Rick breathed numbly.
It was as if there was a pair of invisible wolf eyes that had been watching him from behind since he returned to the Emerald City.
Without warning, unexpectedly.
"Because I..." Rick said in a daze, "I paid the price."
no!
The situation has been bad in the past few days, and various businesses have gone wrong. The "reply letter" brought by the barber from Kongming Palace proves that the new prince does not like their low-legged business very much.
"Yes, yes." Rick said in a daze.
Rick's head hit the table hard, causing severe pain.
"Then why did you come to Emerald City again and hang out with Feisuo?"
Oh, it's the hand.
The surrounding intruders all laughed.
Rick clenched his fists.
cost.
But these people, these desperadoes who know that Feisuo is behind him, are still not afraid of the price...
Hey, look at it now, there are actually blind criminal gangs breaking in and stealing money in daylight.
He is still alive.
"Do you know who I am?"
The other party's voice was cold and his tone was straight to the point.
Literate? Want to write a letter?
"And he is the most trusted accountant of Lazench Fisso?" the intruder wearing hard boots asked.
"...have always been cautious and unpredictable, second only to his own daily behavior."
cost.
Strange - in the midst of extreme fear and resentment, Rick forced himself to think - this fireworks factory secretly controlled by the Black Street Brotherhood is located in the remote Burning Street in the Emerald City. It has a special nature, is covered in place, and is kept low-key and confidential.
He should be very careful with his next answer.
"Maybe you have to ask Miss Heeley about this," Rick's mind was racing and he kept talking, "The killer escaped because of her..."
Rick's face was numb, but he gritted his teeth and roared in his heart:
Think about it, among the people related to the assassination that night, who had a reason to cause trouble for him?
The real purpose of these people!
Wait for him.
Rick thought coldly.
Rick thought carefully.
Especially the man who took the lead in torturing him.
Or live an ignoble existence.
"The remaining muscles and tendons of the severed limb are used to control the joints. The mechanical structure is very clever. Although it is not as flexible as a real hand... but it should not be cheap?"
Red Viper paused for a while and sneered:
"He must know that!" the man said categorically, with hatred in his words, "Among the people who fear and hate Lausanne II the most, there is definitely that rotten man Feisuo."
Starting tomorrow, I will take care of the external accounts.
"I swear to the dead Boss Quaid, I really don't know this!" Rick said immediately.
Rick's eyes were blank.
Bang! The man punched the desk hard, almost frightening Rick to the ground and begging for mercy again: "Stop pretending!"
One of the intruders sat heavily on the leather seat that was supposed to belong to him, and put his hard boots on the table, with the soles of the boots facing Rick's nose.
"How did you know?"
Encirclement and suppression of Beimen Bridge.
"Hmph, Lazench Fissot has always been afraid of death and has always kept his head and tail low. This is not surprising."
Can't die here.
But before Rick could finish his words, he saw the vicious man stabbing the desk with a knife! The rest of his words were frightened back into his throat.
Wait for him to wipe your butt and plug the leaks.
Rick gritted his teeth and unconsciously clasped his remaining left fist.
"Oh, by the way," the ferocious man turned around and reminded with a frown, "Remember to stop the bleeding when you're done - don't end up dying like last time."
Rick was so painful that he was sweating profusely, crying and rolling back and forth.
Are they the cannon fodder who got false information and died at the hands of the vampire murderer in order to get the reward? But how can you blame him for this?
Sea Wolf Tanganga and his Kasai fellows are interested in participating in maritime transportation.
"Your bones are so soft, little accountant, does your boss know?" the other party said softly.
Seek self-help!
"That's right, I, Narric, am not just the boss' spokesman."
If he could easily bring in a few more annoying names, such as the one who has been coveting Rick's business...
And just when Rick tried his best to survive the disaster, plug the loopholes, get out of trouble, survive the longest week, and finally thought he could breathe a sigh of relief...
Why.
"Boss Roda... took it away."
"Go back and tell your boss, of course, in writing: Stop hiding and come see me quickly - he knows who I am."
At this moment, Rick suddenly realized something.
He knew that something would go wrong somewhere.
For a moment, Rick was shaking so hard that he couldn't control himself.
After all, not even the elite experts around His Highness the Prince were able to capture him alive outside the Beimen Bridge, or at least kill him.
A loser who escaped from the royal capital.
"Then why are you still alive?"
It was still the same year.
They actually...
It's not a robbery.
Rick cursed coldly.
The long night is dangerous, and even the Black Street Brotherhood, who are accustomed to walking on the night roads in the suburbs, have to be cautious and trembling, crawling in the destructive and terrifying storm, trying to survive.
He was alone and unprepared.
He knew who they were.
That's right.
But now is not the time to shrink back and remain silent.
The ferocious man stared at Rick, which made the latter tremble, fearing that the other party would stab him:
Rick was prepared for a rainy day and had no choice but to decisively "close the stall" and significantly reduce the shipments in the city and even the whole territory, especially the business related to the canal area wharf and the knight area military camp (commerce and the military have always been the focus of political disputes), regardless of the urging of new and old customers.
Urgent, no matter how high the offer is, they will ignore it.
Rick shrank and said submissively:
Rick breathed a sigh of relief.
He yelled at the top of his lungs with a voice that was almost inflected: "No big deal, Boss Lazanchi will never show up easily!"
At least this is what Rick is looking forward to at this moment.
Last time, he didn't die.
Is there something wrong with the delivery chain?
Focus, Rick, focus.
A little accountant with only one hand and one eye.
"I don't know where Boss Lazanchi is."
"Otherwise, I will continue to cause trouble for his men until I force this shrinking turtle out."
They know that this is the territory of the Brotherhood, the territory of the notorious "Head Wolf" Feisuo.
"If there is something really fishy...if it were your boss, would he possibly know about it?"
There was the muffled sound of broken joints, the rustle of blood splattering, and the scarlet and then pitch black vision before his eyes.
The intruders looked at each other.
"No... not everyone is interested in the Phantom Blade and Lausanne II," Rick tried his best to calm his breathing and quiet his chattering teeth, "No, no, no, not everyone has the courage to rob.
The territory of the Brotherhood..."
Rick's heart tightened.
"Yes, I can see it."
What price does he, an inconspicuous gangster accountant, have to pay and what achievements can he achieve to become like her? Or even surpass her? "I did meet Boss Kathleen, and I had to cooperate with her to encircle and suppress the killers.
Be fully prepared," Rick avoided the point and tried to tell the truth, "but since that night, she disappeared. I recently heard that she appeared again, and there are several people who may protect her..."
impossible.
Rick's plea for mercy was in a tearful tone.
If you are not careful, you will lose your life.
Then he should get something and gain something.
Knife bitch.
The man in front of him sat on his seat and said coldly: "Catherine must have escaped to you and got help to make a comeback."
This unlucky knight's squire became famous because he was impostered, and got the nickname "Sword of Destiny" - which incidentally caused the Duke of Iris to be convicted and imprisoned. From then on, no one in the entire South Coast wanted to have anything to do with him.
Because of this, even if I accidentally glanced at him from afar on the street, I would still hesitate to dig out the eye that saw Bischoff and burn it to avoid future troubles.
There are also Wusehui merchants from Tai Lun State who always want to come in and dump raw materials.
It was blurry twice, and I could only hear his voice but not see his "face".
You can't die like this.
"Four years!"
Damn it, things have been going on in the Emerald City recently, and the Brotherhood is also in a state of distress, and all of his most trusted personnel have been dispatched.
No no no...
Therefore, they belong to the same organization, and they found out from some source that they were at the fireworks factory and the shift time here.
Rick was pinned down tightly, watching the other big man rummaging around in the office for tools. It was hard to tell whether he was more desperate or fearful at this moment.
Rick's eyes lit up, he quickly adjusted his appearance and forced a smile: "Of course, I'm an accountant."
"I tortured countless people, but Lausanne disappeared just outside the Beimen Bridge, in the slums of the new suburbs. In full view of everyone, in front of so many famous masters! He disappeared completely!"
"Yes, the Black Street Brotherhood sounds majestic, but in the eyes of so many big shots, we are nothing! We are just ants that can be stepped on at any time! We even cooperated with Kongming Palace's order to encircle and suppress Lausanne II.
It was issued directly from the top of the Brotherhood, and not even Boss Lazanci could object!"
Flashing before his eyes was the woman in the alley that night who had a broken arm and was desperate, but still chilling.
Not only that, but there is also Anton the Ripper, one of the six giants of the Brotherhood. He has always wanted to inquire about their supply channels and has a bad relationship with Feisuo.
certainly.
[Really] - the voice of reason in his heart cautiously reminded - [Mysterious uninvited guests, who choose to invade the Brotherhood's territory at your most empty and weakest moment, is it really just "extremely unlucky"? 】
"I'll tell you everything...just don't...my hands...hands..."
no way.
He trembled.
It's like...
Nar Rick.
Yes, he is just one of the many accountants and clerks under the well-known "Head Wolf" Lazench Fisso.
Absolutely no one can contact the Black Street Brotherhood - especially Mr. Rick, who sticks to his duty.
When did the subordinates of the largest drug lord in the kingdom lack strong bones and stupid youth?
After the incident at Beimen Bridge, this guy has been thoroughly figured out and completely controlled by me. He is already in his pocket and cannot possibly have the courage to turn against his guests.
Who are they?
The leading man pulled out the short knife on the table and continued to tell Rick:
Rick didn't dare answer.
He chuckled and said:
Narric, you are too stupid and too slow!
Go to the Western Wasteland and kill the orc bastards! Seeing his cowardly reaction, the man snorted with satisfaction and disdain, and then withdrew his short knife.
Rick could feel the man's impetuous and angry spittle splashing on his face, but he had no time to care about hygiene issues now:
"I'm beginning to understand the reason why Feisuo promoted you just after seeing you twice."
In an instant, his missing arm and the empty eye sockets under the eye patch began to itch and hurt.
"I worked for four years before I got promoted."
Rick felt relieved.
This time, he can't die either.
These days, Rick takes a lot of precautions.
Are they those people who are aggrieved by his death... and aggrieved by what happened to him?
A small errand boy and helper at the bottom of the fraternity.
Wasn't it just...
Hand? He was stunned.
"What did you say?"
Rick tried to numb himself and answered without emotion:
The opponent's hand was so strong that Rick's knees were pulled off the ground, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.
At least you know more than I do.
At least not as important as what they heard.
Damn it, it's all thanks to that famous prince - Rick thought sadly.
Before the other party continued to torture him, Rick hurriedly said: "I'm telling the truth!"
He knew that the other party might be trying to establish his authority, maybe he was showing off, maybe he was venting his desires, maybe he wanted to suppress his dignity, maybe he was seeking in the endless belittling and humiliation of others... who knows what he was seeking.
Why could she still frighten him even though she was in dire straits and had lost everything? She made Boss Lazench afraid?
And last time...
"What did you do?"
In order to ensure that no one can doubt the tragedy of casualties on Ruhsan Street, the bloody conflict between the two groups of dung pickers and the truck pullers, including the unfortunate experience of the bosses on both sides, to the underworld brotherhood-especially the respected
Mr. Rick's head.
The man and his men looked at each other.
"This can only be done by insiders!"
It's all the fault of that unfortunate prince.
The leading torturer was strong, crazy, and had a fierce expression. He told the truth, and he must have been used to being aggressive and bossy.
That night, he screamed out the name of the Sunset Bar, confessed the list of beggars who escaped from the abandoned house, commuted his sentence, got rid of the crime, and then paid...
Do they know?
Blood, pain, unspeakable humiliation.
Become something.
"No, please—" Rick subconsciously began to struggle and howl.
Lausanne...II? Rick took a deep breath, overcame his fear, and raised his head to meet the man's gaze.
"That crazy veteran from the Brotherhood?"
He wrapped his torn off arm with his sleeve and tried his best to turn his head. With one eye, he could barely see clearly: five people in the room.
Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes, of course, of course," he gasped, and after just one glance, he quickly lowered his head, "You are... you are... the famous... the famous red, red, red viper!"
Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Help me! Rick was filled with despair. He pressed his knees against the countertop, kicked and fluttered desperately, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
Some are even impossible tasks.
Not...literate...
dead?
What? Tongue?
Huh? Rick's mind went blank.
The sound of footsteps came.
I hope it's just a robbery.
He knew it.
"He has to have somewhere to go, a hiding place."
They all struggled to bring back the memory of that night eight years ago.
The vicious man spoke, he frowned and stretched out his hand to stop his subordinate's behavior.
Rick felt the pain in his phantom limb and eye socket and thought blankly.
If you really need it, take a few puffs of shit, what kind of courage do you need? If you really want to get ahead by relying on your bones, then why come to the Emerald City? Go to Broken Dragon Fortress to kill the Yankees.
The next second, before Rick could react, he felt his arm behind his back being tightened! Oops!
Rick subconsciously covered his right arm.
"You are dishonest."
And since he paid the price - a deserved and sufficient price.
"Very well, local, could you please tell me," the man said, "where is Lazench Fesso hidden?"
The bodyguards in the warehouse made no movement, and the sentry outside the door showed no response. Even Rick's alarming ability, which he had used for many years, was better than nothing, and there was no time to give an early warning.
It is an excellent location for warehousing and processing.
"I swear!"
"But you told me that after only meeting him twice, he felt comfortable letting you take care of the accounts?"
"It's four years," Rick gritted his teeth. "It was in the Emerald City that I worked for more than four years before I got the opportunity and was promoted to take care of... more things."
The man sat back down in the seat that originally belonged to Rick, looking at the accountant's pants that had unknowingly become wet with a smile on his face: "The price."
Rick even vaguely read a hint of recognition in the other party's chuckle.
The huge shock made Rick forget the situation for a moment.
But doesn’t he still need me to write a letter...
Crazy indeed.
As if to say "Look, this is it?".
He tried to look directly at the other person so that the man could see his sincerity and cowardice at the same time.
But at this moment, the man suddenly turned back: "Settler, are you literate?"
In his many years of experience on the road, there are enough people like this to fill the eyes of the Sea of Ending.
Stay focused, Rick.
After all, this was not the first time that he had his arms twisted behind his back and put on a chopping board.
The red viper's blade was close to his cheek.
That's right.
Stay alive!
Rick gasped.
He started thinking again.
He can't die here.
This word intrigued the cruel Red Viper.
Rick's pupils focused.
Coming.
In the office, the man looked at Rick for a while, then smiled and let him go.
The cruel man hummed:
Rick reiterated subconsciously:
Both sides.
It would be best if these ruthless characters were not to be trifled with, but if they put the blame on Phantom Blade.
His eyes sharpened and his words suddenly changed:
Rick hugged his severed right arm that was re-severed, curled up on the desk, and screamed.
Rick realized something, and he quickly said: "No, no, no! We don't have to do this -"
They all seemed to be tough guys who could fight, and each one of them was better than the accountant who was so helpless.
"Because I am... a local..."
The man himself threw away his prosthetic leg, drew out a short knife, and strode forward.
Is it because of him, a personal grudge? Is it because the aftermath of Ruhsan Street was not done well?
Only in this way can he be worthy of the pain and suffering he has experienced along the way.
Rick suddenly became nervous.
This may be counter-intuitive, but it is different from what most outsiders think: the Black Street Brotherhood has not become gentle just because it settled in a city with the rule of law like the Emerald City.
Another man straightened up - he finally found the clamp.
Rick's heart sank.
If you really want to blame, why not blame the prince? Blame him for bringing disaster to the Emerald City?
"Eyes too?"
"But, it's possible..."
You've been promoted.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks inconspicuous, but inside it is the craftsmanship of dwarves."
He showed a cruel smile, grabbed Rick's chin, and slowly inserted the tip of the blade into the latter's mouth.
The man was silent for a while and looked at the big men around him.
Rick was so frightened that he did not dare to move. He even temporarily forgot about the pain and could only watch the other party's movements.
His former hand.
"I swear, no matter what you want to ask, I will tell you, anything! Anything!"
And that cold, cruel, inhuman face...
But he is still alive.
Is he the enemy of Boss Lazanci? Is he the old enemy of the Blood Bottle Gang? "The Wanderer" Fogg became angry at the siege of the North Gate Bridge and wanted to regain his place in anger? Or did he see through the inside story of several blood bottle gangs and wanted to press for the truth?
?
The intruder smiled:
But they came anyway.
"Why are there no hands?" The man wiped the blade of the knife.
"Please! You don't have to do this!"
"Please," Rick felt the taste of the blade and blood in his mouth. He didn't dare to nod or speak loudly. He could only beg for mercy vaguely, "Liulili..."
"Four years."
The vicious man turned the short knife in his hand, causing the old desk to groan in pain.
Throughout the Queen's Day and Emerald Celebrations, first serial killers were claiming their lives in the city, rumors of water ghouls were spreading, and then the Blood Bottle Gang next door broke out in civil strife and people were killed. The two groups of gangsters even fought and burned down Ruhsan Street, not to mention.
It was said that Duke Zahn would fall overnight after the election, and the government, businessmen, military and civilians were in panic and confusion. Then the green men suddenly sealed the Beimen Bridge, and regardless of whether it disturbed the people or not, they came to surround and suppress the killers...
"Shandhara Rhoda?"
Damn it.
"It's nothing! Mr. Fissot's family has a great business and he has countless accountants. I am just... one of them."
No matter how you look at it, there is no flaw in that case. It is just a conflict between the violent Baron Trent and the cunning and unruly farmers. Even if you dig deeper, you will find that a greedy grain merchants' guild is hiding behind the scenes and instigating the unruly farmers to go to trial.
The court even hired the best defense attorney to take advantage of the situation and obtain the land at a low price, but it attracted the attention of big shots and ultimately backfired.
He was stunned for a second, then slowly turned his head.
There was no way he could escape.
Not both sides!
Eight years ago…
"lie!"
The man waved his hand, and the two big men let go of him.
Take shelter from disaster.
He knew he couldn't count on the stupid idiots under his command.
So, these people, these desperadoes... are the aftermath of the Beimen Bridge incident?
Here they come.
As long as these people knew whose warehouse they were robbing...
Were the bodyguards guarding outside being deployed by a trick, or were they plotted early? How did they avoid the sentries outside the factory? Why did the early warning mechanism in the warehouse fail? Rick had countless questions and was confused.
As for why there was such a big problem with the accounts that day...
The ferocious man turned the dagger and looked sharply: "Where did you hide him?"
Whether it's against the enemy or one's own people.
He actually used his prosthetic limb...
He ruined everything.
Along with the pain from the broken arm, the nightmare scene in my memory reappeared clearly before my eyes.
Rick came to his senses, ashamed and angry.
Rick trembled when he heard this.
Although this sneaky liar mercenary is dead, he is still in debt to the Brotherhood. How dare they come back to mess with him? Is it LeVine Jabari?
What a joke.
He grabbed Rick by the collar and said angrily:
The greedy grain merchants' guild is eyeing the same land as them.
He worked under Feissot's subordinates (perhaps more than one), struggling to sign with his left hand, reading with one eye, and grinding through countless records and account books... for four whole years.
He suppressed his fear and defended again and again:
The villains around had unkind expressions and were just waiting for the leader's order.
Is it because someone down there disobeyed orders, was greedy and secretly shipped goods, causing trouble?
right.
Then these uninvited guests broke in.
Or was he careless when closing the stall, allowing outsiders who didn't understand the rules to smell the location of the warehouse? Or was the decision to cut off supply too hasty, and some crazy bastard who couldn't help but was determined to take risks? Damn it.
Without saying a word, these ruthless people showed no mercy, first knocking down two panicked scribes in the office, and then a warehouse custodian who unfortunately came in to report at this time.
Rick felt cold.
Thinking, Rick!
By the way, Rick, who was trying to escape but gave up struggling, was roughly pushed down on the table, cruel and callous.
He spoke quickly to prevent the big men around him from rushing to flatter him: "I am the only one who is qualified to go out on behalf of the 'Head Wolf' and take care of everything for him!"
"Because I..." His lips trembled.
"But at Beimen Bridge, on the night of the siege of Lausanne II," the man said coldly, "you were the guy who came forward for the Brotherhood to recruit bounty hunters, right?"
Four years of confusion, but also resentment.
Even Karak was out running errands delivering letters.
hand.
"This is my...hometown."
"We have to hurry up," one of the intruders said, "Their next shift is at ten o'clock."
He understands.
"That's good, then I'll feel relieved."
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party roughly grabbed his hair, forced the one-eyed Rick to look at him, and said in disgust: "If that's really the case..."
"The vampire, the serial killer, Lausanne II."
"So, you are responsible for the accounting and settling the accounts here?"
"Okay, four years," Red Viper straightened up, not caring, "So if you suffer a disaster, won't you be able to force that old dog Feisuo out of the nest?"
"Oh, please! Boss, you think too highly of us..."
Rick's ghost emerges.
To avoid making a mistake by mistake.
Is this pretty boy trying to keep his mouth shut, lest Jabari's secret love story of groveling - literally - serving powerful people would be used as a basis to threaten him? Damn it, this sword dancer is really both.
Suspicious and unkind, Rick hasn't even started to threaten him yet! That's... Kong Geyou?
"And in the entire Beimen Bridge and even the new suburbs, apart from your brotherhood, apart from the black silks, apart from the tm shrunken turtle Lazanci Feisuo, who else has the ability to hide Lausanne, Kongming Palace and even Canyan in public?
Can you hide this from the eyes and ears of the Star Royal Family?"
Many times, the black silk men who can take root here are more cunning and vicious than their brothers in the capital.
After all, that night everyone in Beimen Bridge saw her snatching food from the tiger's mouth and snatching away the prince's prey.
"Ro, Rhoda."
He deserves it! "Boss Feisuo has been cautious in his life and lives in a simple way." Faced with the ferocious looks around him, Rick carefully considered every word, looking for possible opportunities. "In so many years, I have only seen two sides of him, two sides."
These words made the man pause. He thought for a few seconds and let go of Rick.
The pain comes at just the right time.
They were impressive, but they also told him without a doubt: Narric.
Rick's eyes were in a trance.
It's so unfair.
"It's just because it's inconvenient for Boss Lazanchi to show up!"
"If you can still survive... wouldn't it be safer to be a gangster accountant who can't speak? Then I've done Feisuo a favor..."
He should have thought of it earlier!
Red Viper's eyes lit up: "Are you flattering me?"
They are short-sighted and impetuous. Even when they take off their pants at night, they pee in the wrong place. It is not until the next day when they eat that they notice the smell of urine in the pot...
No no no...
"Even if there is really something inside - can I know this?" Rick finished his words almost crying.
Rick took a deep breath, thankful that he had saved his life for another round.
Not my problem.
Damn, damn...
How did these scumbags know this place and how did they know they could find him here?
While he was dazed, big men from both sides rushed up to him, pulled him up from the ground, and pushed him onto the table again. One of them even grabbed the scissors in the pen holder!
Until one day, countless mistakes and troubles suddenly appeared in Rick's carefully calculated accounts.
As he spoke, Rick thought quickly.
The man moved for a moment, and fear appeared on his face full of flesh:
Not that important.
"I have no idea."
But these gangsters are too powerful.
For the sake of his own life, he answered very respectfully, even with a little trembling.
He almost stepped onto the prison river ferry boat with one foot. Rick was shaking all over and his heart was beating fast.
Is there anyone like that in this world? "Then you must have seen the Knife Bitch."
Rick took a deep breath.
Memories of the past came to mind, and Rick's remaining pupils began to shrink.
Don’t even think about it!
"You can't find him without me!"
The leading man snorted coldly and drew out his dagger again.
Rick struggled more and more crazily! He became more and more desperate and helpless.
Do they know that this is the stronghold of the Underworld Brotherhood? Is it a robbery or revenge?
Rick sighed and tightened the bleeding right cuff.
Hundred Steps Ranger.
【Really?】
Ever since that nobleman came to Nan'an Territory with great momentum, the upper echelons of Kongming Palace have been in constant political disputes and the situation is turbulent.
impossible.
The Iron Bats surrender to the Brotherhood, but as human trafficking becomes more difficult and profits dwindle, they are not allowed to have other ideas.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
He endured the dual pain of a broken arm and a mental pain, and perhaps a sticky and wet feeling between his buttocks.
The next second, he only heard a "click"! Rick felt the pressure on his back relax, and he fell down on the table.
Rick took a deep breath, tried to straighten his expression, and stood ready:
"It is the 'Head Wolf' Lazench Feisuo who finally selected the business heir after many tests!"