There are actually only thirty or forty alchemy masters in Zaun who are truly top-notch, such as Nelson Silvermoon and Sir Fury, and more than half of them have overt or covert cooperative relationships with the Piltover family, and some are even "subordinate relationships."
"The few masters who have reached high positions only by virtue of their strong talents and extraordinary skills are relatively more mysterious and difficult to mess with.
For example, Singed is a quiet person but no one dares to provoke him.
These people are also the main organizers of the Zaun Alchemy Summit. Every time it is held, alchemist masters from all over the world will come with their apprentices to participate and watch.
Generally speaking, the Alchemy Summit is scheduled after the Evolution Day, and is a grand event exclusive to Zaun.
Zu Andong District.
There are a large number of slums here, and many civilians with difficult lives live here. The rent here is not even one percent of that in Piltover.
Correspondingly, the living environment here is extremely poor, with sewage flowing freely and swarms of huge mosquitoes flying under the lights.
The old street lamps on the roadside were only installed when the good people in Pi City were improving their political achievements. Some of them were flickering with flickering lights.
In such a barren place, there are also gangs stationed there.
Just like the slum Muanda that was set alight during the battle between Urgot and Solan Hand, the gang will work hard to wipe out every last drop of oil and water from this place.
Generally speaking, only one gang will be born in a slum, and unless there is a change of government, their control over the neighborhood is very firm.
They will absorb young men who come out of the slums and become one of them, thereby completely eliminating the people's ability to resist. Of course, they also attach great importance to sustainable development. The experience of their predecessors tells them that once the protection fee is too harsh, what they do will
Very few people dare to live in the area they own.
Therefore, the people here and the gangs basically maintain a delicate balance - we will not let you starve to death, and of course you will not want to keep any more money.
People who live here will never think about changing their lives.
There were even statistics from researchers in Piltover that showed that most people in the slums would not live past the age of 40.
Kemp Hood brought Wudu and Silas here and introduced the situation here to them.
"The slums are the most mixed-race place, and they are also the best place to cultivate your own private power. No one cares about a group of people who stand on top of the poor and dominate." He said: "In fact, under our control,
The residents of Vickers slum are much better off than other slums because we don't care about the interests here."
"How dare you guarantee that these powerful people will still listen to you?"
Silas sneered: "People from this kind of place have no loyalty at all!"
"As long as I'm alive, the Hood family will be alive."
Although Kemp Hood looked haggard, he was surprisingly confident at this time: "They are the power secretly cultivated by our family, and they are even more reliable than machines."
The ruler of the Vickers slum is a small gang called "Grey Toxin". On the surface, they are just a small force with simple firearms and second-hand exoskeletons. In fact, they retain a large number of Hood family items in their underground warehouse.
High-tech weapons here.
It is definitely an elite force!
"Then why didn't they save you? Instead, it was this Wudu swordsman whose brain was full of muscles... Haha, I mean why was he the only one?"
Silas cupped his hands and said please don't mind the offense, but of course his expression didn't seem to mean it at all.
"Death is not the purpose of their existence."
Kemp glanced at him and said solemnly: "Of course now that I have escaped, the situation is completely different."
"I hope you're not lying!"
Silas smiled and walked closer to the slum.
This is a place with a strong smell of death. Although it is very dirty and dilapidated, he quite likes it here.
Kemp Hood, who escaped from prison, wore a thick black cloak. Before entering the Vickers slum, he left the corresponding code mark on the outside. They were soon stopped by gang members with the gray toxin mark tattooed on their chests.
Come down.
"Come with me!"
The bald man waved a wooden stick covered with iron and pointed in the direction of the other side.
Camp Hood didn't take it seriously and followed without saying a word.
There were skinny residents on both sides of the road looking at them, and their indifferent eyes made Wudu feel a little uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at, you poor man!"
It wasn't until the big man cursed fiercely and was about to wave his mace at him when he saw the situation that the poor people on the roadside dispersed in droves.
He turned to stare at Kemp, who was completely hidden in his robe: "Did you leave the Carters Street code?"
"Stop talking nonsense and take me directly to see your leader."
Kemp's face turned slightly cold when he heard this. How dare a little guy dare to ask about this and that?
"..."
Hearing this, the big man retracted his gaze decisively and began to lead the way attentively.
"It seems that gangsters all have a keen eye?"
Silas, who was following behind, was amazed and said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "It's a pity that I didn't give them a chance to beg for mercy before..."
The Wudu swordsman's expression suddenly turned ugly.
What this pervert is thinking about now is definitely regret for not torturing his prey more!
"arrive."
The gangster opened the iron gate of a warehouse and shook his head to signal the three of them to enter.
He waited for them all to enter before closing the door again from the outside.
There were only three people standing in the somewhat dark warehouse—three young men who looked even younger than Kemp Hood.
The young man at the head had red hair and pale skin. He became excited when he saw Kemp: "Master, it is indeed you! Defoe, Sim, I, and I have been preparing for you since we heard the news about your escape early in the morning.
coming!"
"Harold!"
Kemp Hood took off his hood and stepped forward to hug the young man. The two people beside Harold also gathered around him happily.
"It seems that your worries are unnecessary." The Wudu swordsman looked at this scene and turned to Silas and said.
"He's really a good at demagogueing people."
Silas stroked the stubble on his chin and laughed to himself.
Wudu:……
Silas was very satisfied with the performance of these gangs. With these people at his command, he was more certain to find the source of the mysterious power.
Kemp Hood indeed has leadership charisma that ordinary people don't have, and even his father is far inferior to him.
It's a pity that the power he has accumulated in the family is far less than that of his father. This is also related to the reason why he has never thought about forcing the palace to take the position. Otherwise, there is a high probability that the Hood family will not be tricked into this by Myrdalda.
Kemp Hood thought a lot during his time in prison, and his originally weak and indecisive character had long been completely abandoned.
Strictly speaking, the existence of "Grey Toxin" cannot be regarded as the power of the Hood family, but should be regarded as the power cultivated by himself.
The three leaders of the Gray Toxin were the children of Zaun whom he had known since he was a child. At that time, he secretly took his guards to Zaun for an adventure. By chance, he rescued three thieves, but was caught and almost beaten.
After the death of his child, these three people later overcame difficulties many times with his help and became the masters of this slum.
Only after the Hood family had been overthrown did he dare to believe that the three Harolds would never betray him.
After the four people finished chatting, they started to get straight to the point——
"The next action will definitely be very dangerous. If you are not careful, the dark poison will be destroyed."
Kemp Hood said in a deep voice: "You..."
"We have been prepared for a long time! Master!"
The three Harolds looked at each other and smiled in unison: "If it weren't for the existence of the 'promise', we would have gone to jail! Now that we have the opportunity to return this life to the young master, we should really thank Janna
God’s blessing.”
Wu Du felt his chest was burning when he saw this scene.
This is the Camp Hood he is loyal to!
Silas squinted his eyes and stepped forward: "That's the end of the touching reunion plot. I think... it's time to get down to business."
…
Chai Anping was riding alone in the Hex pressure elevator, and there was a roar of steel.
A blue bird made of green lemon light slowly landed on his shoulder, and the breeze blew by itself.
"God Janna?"
Chai Anping raised his eyebrows.
"Good day, Gracie." Qingniao greeted Chai Anping in a clear voice.
Feng Nu actually appeared in reality, Chai Anping complained secretly, something must have happened unexpectedly.
"I'm trying to get more deeply involved in the city of Zaun. It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing... After all, the nature of the wind is not gentle and harmless." Blue Bird said: "With the help of what happened in Pi City Prison last night
In the prison escape incident, I found a trace of factors that disturbed Zaun's fate. Maybe you are also looking for it.
It carries a special aura of the undead... If I read it correctly, it should belong to the 'Netherworld' that remains in this world."
Kingdom of Hades???
Chai Anping tried hard to digest the shocking information revealed in Feng Nu's words.
"Its aura finally appeared in the east of the city, but I soon lost my sense of him, which means... the evil god hidden behind the scenes has taken countermeasures, and his influence on this city-state is also deepening.
."
Will this happen?
I have never seen this scene before!
In the battlefield between two gods, Chai Anping really wanted to turn around and run away... Damn it!
"His descendants are the medium through which he deepens his influence. The transmission of power will make him become stronger and even be swallowed up by power. This is also your best chance to find him."
"It's already like this, can't you find him?" Chai Anping asked in shock.
"..."
Qingniao looked at him with a retarded look: "Hiding things will only get tighter and tighter. How can you expose yourself in front of me?"
"All right……"
Chai Anping twitched his lips: "It seems I still have to take action..."