Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 682 Wind Ghost (1)

"boom!"

In the wind howling, several ventilation windows on the second floor of the warehouse slammed open!

The dazzling sunlight suddenly poured into the dim warehouse, dazzling everyone for a while, and many people raised their hands to cover it subconsciously, while raising their weapons vigilantly.

"Ah! It's so bright!"

"Who's on it!"

"Enemy attack!"

"calm down!"

"careful!"

"Who is going to see?"

"Stop!"

In the chaos, the red pit viper had to stun the audience with its roar, forcing the gang members who had just experienced a fight to calm down and slowly adapt to the light in front of them.

"Nobody's here, not an invasion."

Gutierrez climbed up to the second floor by kicking the wall. He picked up the broken window and inserted it. At the same time, he vigilantly paid attention to the movement on the roof: "Maybe the wind is a little stronger?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the high tension after the war.

"Damn, what kind of evil wind is this?" Sangare wiped the blood from his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew into the warehouse again, causing everyone to stretch out their hands to cover the dust.

"Who knows, maybe it's retribution, for what we did." Duro looked at a broken window and snorted coldly.

Fergie gave him a complicated look.

"The wind is so strong that so many windows are opened? Are you sure there is no one else above?" Gamandia looked up at the ventilation windows on both sides of her head, and her doubts disappeared.

"If you doubt, why don't you come up and see for yourself? Afraid of death?" Gutierrez gave him a cold sentence.

"Stop arguing, go see a few more people!"

Nekra said impatiently, he had to raise the volume to cover the wind: "Block the main road, search the warehouses on the front, back, left and right, no one is allowed to leave whether it is a guard, an overseer, or a workman! Until you find a ghost people!"

"Remember to keep a low profile!" Sangare reminded me, "Don't make the whole pier know about this..."

"what do you know?"

Duro rubbed the blood on his hands, and sarcastically said: "Do you know that you stabbed your own people in my field? Or do you know that you violated the city's laws and committed murder in the Emerald City?"

"Duro, old man, I know your bad temper," Nekra said with a cold expression, "but you'd better shut up about things you don't understand."

Duro snorted in response: "What if you don't shut up?"

Nekra's expression turned cold, and Fogg hurriedly interrupted them:

"Brother Douro, about this—"

At this moment, the masked man in black who had been standing silently in the shadow suddenly said:

"Where are you taking her?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then turned their heads:

At some point, Kathleen, who was lying in a pool of blood, disappeared.

"What about people?"

"What are you doing!"

In the uproar in the warehouse, the man in black slowly turned around.

The gang followed his gaze:

In the shadow of the setting sun, Kathleen, who had passed out, was being held by a strange figure, and the latter was walking towards the back door of the warehouse in a low-key manner along the wall, under the cover of the backlight.

"Damn! Damn!"

"Someone wants to slip!"

"Surround him!"

The remaining gang members reacted instantly and quickly blocked the exit.

hugged Catherine's strange figure and had to stop there.

"You bastards! How come no one found out!"

"Is this guy walking silently?"

"The wind just now was too strong..."

"The window is open, the light is not good!"

"It doesn't matter, he's alone!"

One step closer.

The figure that appeared suddenly——Rolfe glanced at the blocked exit in front of him, then looked at Catherine, who was seriously injured and fainted in her arms, and sighed softly.

One step away and went out.

Just one step.

He lowered his head and looked at Catherine, who was dying in his arms, and was a little lost.

The men of Nekra and Fogg shouted to each other, stepped on the blood and rushed up, besieging him to death.

"I missed a fish."

Frog frowned and looked at Rolfe: "I haven't seen you, are you under Catherine?"

People under Kathleen.

Rolf clenched his fists.

He lowered his head and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar woman in front of him: the years have made her wrinkled and white hair, far less than the high-spirited look in the past, the serious injury at this moment makes her look weak and weak, no longer the domineering and sharp.

"You fought so hard just now, you can still survive, is it possible that you have been pretending to be dead?"

The red viper stared at his back, and his murderous intention gradually revealed:

"Just to save the knife **** during the chaos?"

On the other side, Duro stared blankly at Rolfe with a surprised expression.

This is... the younger brother of the new Fat Dun Wyya?

Wait, what about Fatty?

In the crowd, Zimikas recognized Rolfe and was about to exclaim subconsciously, but Glover, who was gnashing his teeth, covered his mouth and dragged him backwards.

Damn, damn, damn!

I knew it! No self-awareness, no discipline, no listening to people's advice - I know this dumb can't be trusted!

But the focus of everyone's attention - Rolfe still stood there, he ignored the murderous gang in front of him, just looked at the woman in his arms with complicated eyes.

"No, Turnbull, no..."

The pale-faced Phantom Blade closed his eyes tightly, murmured unconsciously, tightly covering the wound on his broken arm, and his abdomen was even more bloody.

Appears to be seriously wounded and dying.

Rolfe was in a trance for a while, as if he saw his former self, lying in the ruins and pools of blood on Hongfang Street, desperately waiting for death.

but……

【Tell me, knife bitch, that playful Rolf, did you give him a chance? 】

Rolfe felt a pain in his heart.

[When you take the so-called "most trusted and promising subordinate general" as an abandoned son, as a sacrifice, as a bait... send him to a one-night war to die in vain... so that you can rise inch by inch and rise to the top step by step when……】

【Did you give him a chance? 】

Rolfe turned his head sharply, not daring to look at her again.

"Kill him," the red pit viper ordered coldly, "be neat."

"etc!"

Frog suddenly made a sound, calling out his men who were about to start.

Wanderer stepped forward.

"You dare to come to rescue her at this time, you are a hero," Fergie looked at Rolfe's back, "Put her down, I won't kill you."

There are quite a few loyal subordinates of Catherine.

Pity.

But Rolfe stood there, ignoring it.

"Frog!"

The red pit viper is quite dissatisfied with this: "This is not the time to carry forward your grace!"

"We are not murderers," Fergie rejected him. "The goal has been achieved, the overall situation has been determined, and there is no need to shed more blood."

Nekra chuckled: "That's right, it seems like it wasn't you who stabbed her in the back just now—"

"The reason why you can still talk in my place now, Xiaohong!"

Frog turned his head suddenly, his expression fierce, and his words contained threats:

"It's not that you can speak well."

Nekra's expression changed.

Silence in the warehouse.

For a moment, the red viper's eyes were fierce, and his subordinates were also ready for another fire fight.

But in the end, Nekra took a deep breath and looked at the man in black who said nothing:

"Now, you are the boss, what do you say?"

But the man in black remained silent, not saying a word, and the eyes behind the goggles did not know where to look.

The red pit viper frowned, but Fogg didn’t care about the two of them, and said to Rolfe directly:

"Son, you're still young and bloody, that's good! So, it's even less worth your life for this filthy thing."

Fog looked at the tragic state of the Phantom Blade and sighed:

"Even if you leave your life, you can take revenge on me later."

His words caused a murmur in the warehouse.

"I'll just say, he's old." Gamandia said dissatisfied.

Save your life and take revenge.

The words ?? made Rolfe's thoughts sink slightly.

Revenge?

"Hey! Do you hear me, man!"

The red viper called out to Rolf impatiently.

This unforgettable voice made Rolfe tremble slightly.

The part below his knees seems to be aching again.

Revenge?

He held Katherine's hand subconsciously, and the phantom blade groaned in pain.

Rolfe turned around slowly and looked at the red viper.

"Put her down and you can live and maybe get appreciated," Nekra glanced at Fogg and sneered: "This is what our broad-minded boss Fogg said."

This scumbag, he didn't recognize me.

Rolf looked at Nekra, his heart was first angry, then empty.

After so many things, so many years...

He doesn't even remember what I look like?

"Wasting time, killing him directly? We didn't—" Sangare on the side protested.

But another voice interrupted him:

"Teto, is that your name?"

Duro said in a deep voice:

"I don't know what your relationship is with Boss Catherine, but... put her down and come back."

Duro looked around and muttered:

"It's not worth it for a bunch of scum who kill each other."

These words made many gang members express dissatisfaction.

Red Viper's thoughts moved: "Duro, do you know this guy? Is he your subordinate?"

"None of your business, scumbag."

Nekra humiliated himself and sneered.

"Put her down, dumb! Don't go crazy!"

In the crowd, Tsimikas suddenly exerted his strength and broke away from Glover's palm in an instant: "They are really ruthless characters, not a **** like me, they will really kill you!"

When the time comes, the boss of Douro, and us, who are younger brothers, will not be left behind!

Zimikas remembered something, and quickly shook the shocked Glover beside him:

"Fat Dun, that's your brother, please speak up!"

brother?

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Glover's expression changed.

Damn!

Hearing the familiar name, Rolfe looked at Glover with puzzled eyes.

Now, the zombie can understand what he means without translation:

Why didn't you leave?

Go Nima!

Glover was on fire.

This **** dumb, crippled, mentally handicapped, stubborn pen - when they broke into the Fuxing Palace and were captured, why didn't the royal guards beat this bad guy to death?

But there was no other way, Glover could only suppress his anger and respond to Tsimikas's request against the unkind gazes around him:

"Cough, Teto, brother? Uh, I know, Catherine Boss is kind to you, but... Forget it, let's go home, remember? Home?"

Family?

Rolfe was in a trance.

Family.

He suddenly remembered another place.

That is the manor of the Kevin Deere family, the basement of the vampires.

At that time, he was tightly bound in the shackles and became the blood food for their blood supply, unable to survive or die.

He was accompanied by only despair.

Until the boy came.

【So, are you willing to break free from this shackle? 】

Shackles?

Rolfe's breath shuddered.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fergie's tone slowly became serious: "Put her down, young man."

Put her down?

Rolfe bowed his head again, looking at the eldest sister's head, Phantom Blade, Catherine, and... those who might have betrayed him.

At this moment, he became the focus of the court, and the men in black, Nekra, Fogg, Duro, Glover, Tsimikas—all eyes were on him.

Drop her.

As long as you let go of her, you can live.

lay down?

The next second, Rolfe walked towards the wall.

The surrounding gang members were nervous for a while, but Fogg gestured to make them calm down.

Glover in the crowd watched this scene, and despite cursing in his heart, he couldn't help holding his breath.

I saw Rolf leaning against the wall and gently put Kathleen down.

This made some people relieved, but it also made some people a little disappointed.

But just as Rolfe was about to get up, the unconscious Catherine reached out her hand subconsciously and grabbed his wrist tightly!

is like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Rolfe looked at his wrist and frowned slightly.

He lightly grabbed the hand of the eldest sister's head, and slowly but firmly, pulled it away.

"very good."

Frog nodded, his words a little sad.

Rolfe stood up silently without saying a word.

"That's right, I thought you had a lot of seeds, but you're still afraid of death." Nekra sneered.

"You guys, go to the end," the red pit viper looked in Rolf's direction and lowered his voice, "Remember, 'finish'..."

His two thugs understood, they clenched the machetes in their hands and walked towards Rolfe with a bad look.

"Hey, get out of the way..."

Looking at the approaching person, Rolfe's expression changed.

In the next second, he staggered and slammed his elbow into the belly of the person who was in front of him—Boom!

He moves skillfully and looks calm, as if he had done it a thousand times.

"Uh--"

The opponent shrank down in pain.

"Do not!"

"He didn't surrender!"

"Kill him!"

There was a roar in the warehouse, and another thug shouted and rushed forward with a machete.

Call——

A small, rushing breeze swept across the thug's face, causing the thug to close his eyes.

The next second, he was greeted by Rolf's side kick.

boom!

The second thug screamed and flew out a meter away with a machete, falling to the ground.

The clamor in the warehouse grew louder:

"Damn!"

"Dare to make a sneak attack!"

"Walk around!"

No one knew that when Rolfe did it, his heart was very peaceful.

is also very confusing.

Why did he take action?

Why are you asking for trouble and a dead end?

Even implicated his companions?

For revenge? For gratitude?

In order to break the past? For years of resentment?

For an opportunity, a statement?

Rolfe doesn't know.

do not know.

That woman, no matter the magic blade or Kathleen, is obviously just an ordinary gang leader, isn't she?

She even betrayed him, didn't she!

And he, hasn't he decided to leave the past?

Hasn't he already traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, has opened his eyes, has transformed himself, and found a new life, is he no longer the street gangster who can be excited by a few words in the past?

Not anymore!

He has no reason to save her!

There is no reason to intervene!

There is no reason!

Rolfe told himself this, telling himself over and over again, pain, resentment, unbearable, and unwilling. ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

But just now.

just……

When he saw Catherine lying in a pool of blood, holding her mutilated body, struggling desperately and dying...

【Get rid of this shackles, and then, with this broken body, struggle in this world and live on. 】

The boy's words echoed in his ears:

【Look at how cruel it can be. 】

Rolf clenched his fists.

Just now, just when they--whether Fogg, Nekra, Tsimikas, Duro, Glover--when they had different reasons, but uniformly wanted him to "put her down."

【Do you want to? 】

At that moment, he, Midira Rolfe, who had lost his legs, lost his past, lost himself, and who had been lost for too long... suddenly understood.

【Struggle again. 】

【Do you want to? 】

Rolfe's breathing accelerated, he raised his head and looked at the roaring blood bottle gang in front of him.

Put her down?

Do not.

He grinned slightly and let out a smile.

These people, these dicks, these rotten people, these...

What they want him to put down, what they want to force him to put down...

Everything in this **** world, all in one voice that forced Midila Rolfe to put down...

Not her! ! !

【Struggle again! 】

Thinking so, Rolfe took a step forward with a smile, slowly raised his left hand, and showed it to Nekra—

A middle finger.

Including Nekra, everyone in the audience was stunned.

Middle finger?

What's the meaning?

Only Glover sighed faintly.

"Fuck it, I knew there was a fraud," Nek stretched his hand to appease the clamoring gang members, and glanced at Fogg, "A person who is determined to die can't be stopped - Fogg, Do you still want to show off your style now?"

Fog didn't answer, he just stared at Rolfe who was standing in front of Kathleen with a complicated expression.

Duro took a deep breath, he looked at Rolfe standing in the corner, facing so many people alone, his eyes became more and more admirable.

In the crowd, Glover clenched his fists and pushed away Tsimikas, who was shivering and wanted to say something to him.

The terrifying black-clothed killer still stood in the shadows, not saying a word.

"Frog, what do you say? You want to buy people's hearts?" Nekra said maliciously.

Frog frowned.

He took a deep look at the smiling Rolfe, and suddenly understood: the reason for the other party's actions is very simple.

because he wanted to.

That's all.

And this kind of simplicity is something that Fergie lost many years ago, and maybe he will never have again in this life.

The next second, Fogg closed his eyes and waved his hand expressionlessly.

"superior!"

The three sword-wielding gang members in the front row looked at each other. They looked at their hapless companions, raised their weapons vigilantly, and slowly surrounded them.

Faced with an imminent battle, Rolfe's first move was to bend down and touch his knees with his hands.

His knee is still intact.

He was closest to the flesh of his legs.

(end of this chapter)