Kingdom Bloodline

what happened?

Nar Rick thought so when he was beaten by two ferocious men until he screamed in pain, curled up on the ground, and then his hands were twisted behind his back and he was pressed face down on the office desk.

How did he end up like this?

Rick's head was buzzing, his eyes were full of stars, and half of his face was immersed in numbness and pain.

What did he do wrong?
Who did you offend?
"Hey, don't kill yourself," 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 safely in the warehouse office of the fireworks factory, reading and writing letters in an orderly manner, checking account books, assigning personnel, handling affairs, and watching with comfort the workers outside pretending to pack asphalt powder for fireworks production.

Then these uninvited guests broke in.

Without warning, unexpectedly.

Without hesitation, these ruthless men showed no mercy and first knocked down two panicked scribes in the office, and then a warehouse keeper who had the misfortune to come in to report at this time.

By the way, Rick, who had given up struggling after trying to escape, was roughly pushed down on the table, which was cruel and cold.

The bodyguards in the warehouse didn't move, the sentinels outside the door didn't respond, and even Rick's alarm ability, which had been better than nothing over the years, was too late to give a warning.

"We have to hurry," one of the intruders said, "Their next shift is at ten o'clock."

We, hurry up, they, shift,
Rick endured the severe pain in his stomach and barely managed to grasp these words.

So, they belonged to the same organization, and somehow found out that they were at the fireworks factory and the shift changes there.

Do they know that this is the base of the Black Street Brotherhood?
Is it robbery or revenge?

Were the bodyguards guarding outside transferred away by a trick, or were they ambushed early on?
How did they avoid the sentries outside the factory?
Why did the warehouse’s early warning mechanism fail?
Rick had countless questions and was confused.

Damn it, things had been turbulent in the Emerald City recently, the Brotherhood was in a state of panic, and all his most trusted men had been sent out.

Even Karak was out running errands and delivering letters.

The workers in the warehouse were on holiday again to attend the celebration.

He was isolated and unprepared.

It's so damn unlucky.

【Really? 】

Rick's heart tightened.

[Really] - the rational voice in his heart reminded him carefully - [A mysterious uninvited guest chose to invade the Brotherhood's territory at your most empty and weak moment. Is it really just "extremely bad luck"? ]

Rick paused for a moment, even forgetting the pain.

The sound of footsteps came.

One of the intruders sat heavily on the leather chair that was supposed to be his and put his hard boots on the table, with the soles of the boots facing Rick's nose.

"So, you are in charge of accounting here, doing the math?"

The other party's voice was cold and his tone was firm.

This must be their leader.

Rick thought about it carefully.

Hope it's just a robbery.

"Yes... yes... we only sell fireworks. The safe and cash box are over there..."

For the sake of his life, his answer was very respectful, even with a trembling voice.

Damn it, it’s all thanks to that famous prince – Rick thought aggrievedly.

Ever since that nobleman came to Nan'an with such a threatening attitude, there have been endless political struggles among the upper echelons of Kongming Palace, and the situation has been turbulent and complicated.

The entire Emerald City was in turmoil as a result, and everyone was in danger.

During the entire Queen's Day and the Emerald Festival, first a serial killer was everywhere in the city, rumors of water corpses were rampant, then the Blood Bottle Gang next door broke out in internal strife and the two factions of thugs even fought and burned down Ruhsan Street, not to mention that Duke Zhanen would fall from power overnight in the election, and the officials, businessmen, soldiers and civilians were all in panic. Then the young people suddenly closed the North Gate Bridge, and regardless of whether it disturbed the people or not, they came to encircle and suppress the killers...

The night was long and dangerous. Even the black street brotherhoods, who were used to walking on the night streets in the suburbs, had to be cautious and trembling, crawling on their faces in the destructive storm of terror, trying to survive.

To avoid making a mistake by mistake.

Hey, look at it now, there are even blind criminal gangs breaking into houses and robbing people in broad daylight.

If only these guys knew whose warehouse they were robbing...

"And he is Lazenchi Fesor's most trusted accountant?" the hard-booted intruder demanded.

Rick's mood sank.

they know?

Oops.

They knew that this was the territory of the Brotherhood, the territory of the notorious "Alpha Wolf" Feisuo.

Rick suddenly became nervous.

But they came anyway.

It's not robbery.

Not good.

Pretty bad.

Rick was still pinned to the table. He looked at the soles of his boots and forced a smile.

"That's not true! Mr. Feisuo has a large family and a lot of money, and he has countless clubs under him. I am just one of them..."

Yes, he was just one of the many accountants and clerks under the famous "Alpha Wolf" Lazanqi Feisuo.

A small errand boy and hanger-on at the bottom of the fraternity.

It's not that important.

At least not as important as they heard.

At least that's what Rick is looking forward to at this moment.

The intruder smiled:

"You are dishonest."

The next second, before Rick could react, he felt his arm being pulled tight from behind!
Oops!

Rick realized something and spoke quickly:
"No, no, no! We don't have to do this-"

The next second, he only heard a "click"!
Rick felt the pressure on his back ease, and he collapsed onto the table.

He was stunned for a second, then slowly turned his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it may look insignificant, but it is the workmanship of the dwarves."

The leader of the invaders was seen playing with a black prosthetic hand that looked like a mold, flicking the blood off it with interest:

"The joints are controlled by using the remaining muscles and tendons of the severed limbs. The mechanical structure is very clever. Although it is not as flexible as a real hand... it should not be cheap, right?"

The huge shock made Rick forget the situation for a moment.

He lowered his head blankly, looking at the half of his forearm that had become bald again.

At the broken part, the thin cords and hooks connected to the tendons were pulled out, leaving behind several small bloody holes.

The pain came at just the right moment.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Rick curled up on the desk, holding his broken right arm and screaming.

Damn, damn...

They actually...

Actually...

He actually took his prosthetic limb...

"Can an ordinary accountant afford this thing?" The man holding the prosthetic limb was obviously cruel. He ignored Rick's screams and finished his words leisurely.

The invaders around laughed.

"Please! You don't have to do this!"

Rick was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, tears streaming down his face, and rolling back and forth.

"I swear, whatever you ask, I'll tell you. Anything! Anything!"

Rick's plea for mercy was tearful.

"I'll tell you everything... just don't... my hand... my hand..."

The cruel man smiled coldly and winked. His men on both sides stepped forward and pinned Rick face up to prevent him from struggling.

The man threw away his prosthetic limb, drew out a dagger, and strode forward.

"Tell me everything?"

He showed a cruel smile, grabbed Rick's chin, and slowly inserted the tip of the blade into the latter's mouth.

Rick was so frightened that he dared not move, and even temporarily forgot the pain. He could only watch the other party's movements.

"You are so spineless, little accountant, does your boss know?" the other party said softly.

The torturer smiled and seemed to be waiting patiently for his reply.

Rick didn't dare to answer.

He knew that the other party might be trying to establish his authority, or pretend to be cool, or vent his desires, or try to suppress his dignity, or perhaps he was seeking... God knows what he was seeking through endless degradation and humiliation of others.

In his many years of experience in the underworld, there are more than enough people like this to fill the Eye of the End Sea.

"Please," Rick felt the blade and the taste of blood in his mouth. He didn't dare to nod or speak loudly. He could only beg for mercy vaguely, "Liuli..."

What a joke.

Feisuo promoted him definitely not because he was stubborn.

When has the kingdom's number one drug lord ever lacked tough guys and fools under his command?

Or, is there a lack of neurotics and antisocial people?

If you really need it, just take a couple of puffs. What courage do you have?
If you really want to make it by force, then why come to the Emerald City?
Go to Dragonbreak Fortress and kill the Yankees.

Go to the Western Wilds to kill the orc bastards!
Seeing his cowardly reaction, the man snorted with satisfaction and disdain, then drew back the dagger.

As if to say, "See, that's it?"

Rick breathed a sigh of relief.

He began to think again.

But these people, these desperate criminals who knew that Feisuo was behind him, were still not afraid of the cost...

Who are they?

Is it directed at him, a personal vendetta?
Was it because the aftermath of Ruhsan Street was not properly handled?

impossible.

Rick takes a lot of precautions these days.

To ensure that no one could blame the tragic casualties on Ruhsan Street, the bloody conflict between the two groups of dung carriers and cart pullers, and the unfortunate experiences of the bosses of both sides, on the Black Street Brotherhood - especially the respected Mr. Rick.

Is it the dispute over the land in Fengpei Village?
Nor is it possible.

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 peasant farmers. Even if you dig deeper, it is a story about a greedy grain merchant guild hiding behind the scenes, instigating the peasants to go to the court, and even hiring the best lawyers, trying to take advantage of the situation to get the land at a low price, but it attracted the attention of big shots and eventually backfired.

Absolutely no one could connect it to the Brotherhood of the Underworld—especially Mr. Rick, who was so honest and just.

"How did you lose your hand?" the man wiped the blade.

hand.

Rick shuddered at the words.

hand?
He froze.

Oh, it's the hand.

His old hand.

As the pain from the broken arm came, the nightmare scene in his memory reappeared clearly before his eyes.

hateful!

For a moment, Rick was shaking uncontrollably.

He endured the double pain of a broken arm and mental pain, and perhaps also the sticky and wet feeling between his buttocks.

But now is not the time to shrink in silence.

Calm down, Gnar.

Think, Rick!

Then solve the problem.

Nar Rick.

Seek self-help!

After all, this was not the first time he had his arms strangled and was put on the chopping board.

And last time...

Eight years ago…

Memories of the past flooded back to him, and Rick's remaining pupils began to shrink.

"Rhoda."

Rick tried to numb himself and answered without emotion:

"Boss Luo Da...took it away."

"Shandara Roda?"

The man paused, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"That crazy old soldier from the Brotherhood?"

"Yes, yes." Rick said in a trance.

A madman indeed.

"Eyes too?"

Rick nodded and subconsciously touched the eye mask on his face, but was held down by the big man next to him.

The man was silent for a while and exchanged glances with the big men around him.

"what have you done?"

Rick took a deep breath.

Focus, Rick.

He had to be very careful with his next answer.

Whether it is now.

Still the same old days.

"I, I was negligent in my work," Rick said, trying hard not to let his voice tremble, "and caused his son to... unfortunately die."

"lie!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party roughly grabbed his hair, forced the one-eyed Rick to look at him, and said with disgust: "If that's the case..."

"Then why the hell are you still alive?"

Under the hands of that murderous Rodda?
Rick breathed numbly.

"Because I..." His lips trembled.

Suddenly, his lost arm and the empty eye sockets under the blindfold began to itch and hurt.

They all struggled, trying to bring out the memory of that night eight years ago.

"Because I..." Rick said absentmindedly, "I paid the price."

Correct.

cost.

Rick was in a trance for a moment.

Chopping board, axe blade, and red-hot iron clamps.

Blood, pain, and unspeakable humiliation.

The dull sound of broken joints, the rustling sound of blood splattering, and the vision before one's eyes that was filled with scarlet and then pitch black.

And that cold, cruel, and inhuman face...

That night, he screamed out the name of the Sunset Bar, gave out the names of the beggars who had escaped from the abandoned house, reduced his sentence, escaped the crime, and paid the price...

cost.

Rick thought blankly, feeling the pain in his phantom limb and eye socket.

In the office, the man looked at Rick for a long time, then smiled and let go.

Rick's head hit the table hard, causing him a lot of pain.

The man waved his hands, and the two big men let him go.

"Yeah, I can tell."

The man sat back in Rick's seat, looking at the accountant's pants, which were wet without him noticing, with a mixture of laughter and tears:
"cost."

But he is still alive.

Rick relaxed.

He is still alive.

live!

Rick came to his senses, feeling ashamed and angry.

The cruel man snorted:

"Then why did you come to the Emerald City again and hang out with Feisuo?"

Rick staggered off the table and curled up against the desk.

He used his sleeve to wrap up his torn arm and tried to turn his head away. His one eye could only barely see the room clearly:
Five people.

The expression is fierce and the movements are quick.

They all seem to be tough guys who can fight, and each one of them is stronger than him, an accountant who is weak as a chicken.

Especially the man who led his torture.

As for the old folding crossbow that he hid in the secret compartment of the drawer, which had accompanied Rick through all the ups and downs...

Don't even think about it!

There was no way he could escape.

Pay attention, Rick, focus.

Strange - in 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 Emerald City. It is of special nature, well-covered, and kept low-key and confidential.

It is an excellent location for warehousing and processing.

How did these scumbags know this place and how did they know they could find him here?

Is there a problem with the delivery chain?

"Because I am... a local..."

Rick shrank back and said timidly:

"This is my...hometown."

As he spoke, Rick was thinking rapidly.

The situation has been bad in recent days, and all businesses have gone wrong. The "reply" brought by the barber from Kongming Palace proves that the new prince does not like their earthen livelihood very much.

Rick prepared for a rainy day and had to decisively "close down the stall", drastically reducing shipments throughout the city and even the entire territory, especially business around the Canal District docks and the Knight District barracks (commerce and the military have always been the focus of political disputes). No matter how urgent the new and old customers urged or how high the offer was, they ignored them all.

Even if the loss is not low.

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled.

Was it that someone under you disobeyed orders, was greedy and secretly shipped goods, causing trouble?

Or was he not careful enough when closing the stall, allowing a stranger who didn't know the rules to smell the location of the warehouse?
Or was the decision to cut off the mortgage too hasty, and some crazy bastard who couldn't resist his addiction decided to take the risk?
Hold.

Rick cursed coldly.

He knew it.

He knew that something would go wrong somewhere.

He knew that he couldn't count on the bunch of peasant idiots under his command.

They are short-sighted and impetuous. They even pee in the wrong pot when they get up to take off their pants at night. It is not until the next day when they eat that they find a smell of urine in the pot...

"Very good, local, then could you please tell me," the man said with a spit, "where is Lazenchi Fesor hiding?"

not me.

It's not my problem.

Rick couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This group of desperate criminals came for the "alpha wolf".

The leading torturer was strong, crazy, had a ferocious expression, and was a man of his word. He must be used to being aggressive and bossy.

Is he the enemy of Boss Lazanchi?
Was it the old enemy, the Blood Bottle Gang? Was Ferg the Wanderer angry at the siege of North Gate Bridge and was furious and wanted to get back at the gang? Or had he seen through the inside story of several internal fights within the Blood Bottle Gang and wanted to force out the truth?

Not only that, there is also Anton the Ripper, one of the six giants of the Brotherhood. He has always wanted to find out their supply channels and has a bad relationship with Feisuo.

There are also merchants from the Five Colors Society in Tailun State who always want to come in and dump raw materials.

The greedy Grain Merchants Guild has their eyes on the same piece of land.

The dock industry group is timid and wants to launder their business and get rid of their relationship with them. The Hanbul drug dealers in Congzhong City want to "cooperate" and open up sales in the West Continent.

Sea Wolf Tanganga and his fellow Kasai people are interested in participating in maritime transportation.

Qingpiwo in Iris District has a feud with Beimenqiaowai and has disliked them for a long time.

The Iron Bats are subservient to the Brotherhood, but as human trafficking becomes more difficult and less profitable, there's no guarantee they'll have other ideas.

And the damn Popong family is even more outrageous. Relying on the fact that Kongming Palace is their backer, they actually want to directly invest in it - to get a controlling stake.

Are they the sinister wolves that have been circling the business of Emerald City and North Gate Bridge for the past decade or so, eager to get a piece of the pie, but were rejected and forced back one by one by the "alpha wolf" Lazanqi Feisuo with his clever tactics and lightning wrist?

"I do not know."

He said tremblingly.

"I don't know where Boss Lazanchi is."

But no matter who they are.

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He can't die here.

That's right.

Rick's pupils focused.

Last time, he didn't die.

That must mean something.

This time, he couldn't die.

Can't die here.

I can't just die like this.

no way.

The leading man snorted coldly and drew his dagger again.

"I swear!"

Before the other party could continue to torture him, Rick quickly spoke:
"I am telling the truth!"

Yes, last time, he paid the price and stayed alive.

And he has paid the price - the due and sufficient price.

Rick clenched his teeth and unconsciously clenched his only remaining left fist.

Then he deserves to get something, to gain something.

Become something.

This is worthy of the pain and suffering he has endured along the way.

Because this is what fate owes him.

He deserves it.

Rick's face was numb, but he gritted his teeth and roared in his heart:

Well deserved!
"Boss Feisuo has always been cautious and has lived in seclusion," Rick said, carefully choosing his words in the face of the vicious looks around him, looking for a possible chance of survival. "In all these years, I have only seen two sides of him, two sides."

Two sides.

The two times were unclear, I could only hear the voice but not see the person's face.

The intruders looked at each other.

"Well, Lazenchi Fesor has always been afraid of death and has always been hiding his head and tail. This is not surprising."

The man stroking the dagger narrowed his eyes, and a hint of cruelty appeared on his ferocious appearance.

His eyes became sharp and his tone suddenly changed:

"But you told me that he was willing to let you manage the accounts after only meeting you twice?"

The villains around had unfriendly looks on their faces, just waiting for the leader's order.

Rick sighed and tightened the cuff on his right hand that was bleeding.

"Four years."

"Ok?"

"Four years," Rick gritted his teeth. "I worked in Emerald City for more than four years before I got the opportunity and was promoted to be in charge of... more things."

The man and his men looked at each other.

That's right.

Rick thought grimly.

Eight years ago, the dramatic change in fate after a night of war on Hongfang Street left him displaced and forced to flee back to Nan'an Territory and the Emerald City in disgrace.

Escape from disaster.

Or live a miserable life.

He worked under Fessor's men (perhaps more than one), signing with difficulty with his left hand and reading with one eye, and he spent... four full years in countless records and account books.

Four years of confusion, yet also resentment.

Until one day, Rick's cautious and meticulously calculated accounts suddenly showed numerous mistakes and troubles.

Waiting for him to clean up the mess and plug the loopholes.

Some are even impossible tasks.

One careless move could result in loss of life.

This may be counterintuitive, but it's contrary to what most outsiders think: the mafia fraternity has not become more docile by settling in a law-abiding city like the Emerald City.

Many times, the black silks who are able to take root here are more cunning and vicious than their brothers in the royal capital.

Whether it is against the enemy or against our own people.

And just when Rick had done everything he could to survive the catastrophe, plug the loopholes, and get out of trouble, and survived the longest week, he finally thought he could breathe a sigh of relief...

They are coming.

Rick clenched his fists.

They were impressive, but also incontrovertible.
Nar Rick.

A little accountant with only one hand and one eye.

A loser who escaped from the capital.

You got promoted.

Starting tomorrow, you will take care of the accounts outside.

Manage more people.

Handle more complex processes.

just like……

It seemed as if there was a pair of invisible wolf eyes watching him from behind since he returned to the Emerald City.

wait for him.

As for why there was such a big problem with the account that day...

Thinking of this, Rick said bitterly:
"And Boss Lazanqi, no matter how he chooses and employs people..."

Maybe there are also murderers.

"…They have always been cautious and unpredictable, second only to his own daily life and behavior."

He tried to look the other man straight in the eye so that the man could see both his sincerity and his cowardice.

Unexpectedly, the vicious man with the dagger did not threaten or torture him again. The former snorted lightly, seeming to feel a little emotional.

Rick even vaguely read a hint of recognition in the other party's sneer.

"But on the night of the siege of Lausanne II at North Gate Bridge," the man said coldly, "you were the guy who recruited bounty hunters on behalf of the Brotherhood, right?"

Damn.

Rick's mood sank.

coming.

The siege of Beimen Bridge.

The worst and inescapable part of his recent misfortunes.

It's all that unfortunate prince's fault.

He ruined everything.

everything!
"Yes, yes," Rick said bitterly, "I was responsible for the preparations for that."

So, these people, these desperadoes...are they the aftermath of the Beimen Bridge incident?

Think about it, among the people involved in the crackdown on the killer that night, who had reason to cause trouble for him?

Are they the cannon fodders who, in order to covet a bounty, obtained false information and died inexplicably at the hands of that blood-sucking murderer?
But how can he be blamed for this?

If anyone is to blame, they can only blame Belicia and Phantom Blade. It was these two women, a femme fatale and a vicious woman, who set the trap. He just received instructions from above and was responsible for the execution.

What an injustice.

If you really want to blame someone, why not blame the prince? Blame him for bringing disaster to the Emerald City?

Is it Tate Bischoff?

This unfortunate knight's squire became famous because of the impersonation and was nicknamed "Sword of Destiny" - and by the way, caused the Duke of Iris to be imprisoned. From then on, no one in the entire South Coast wanted to have anything to do with him. Even if someone accidentally saw him from a distance on the street, they would hesitate whether to dig out the eye that saw Bischoff and burn it to prevent future troubles.

impossible.

After the incident at Beimen Bridge, I had already figured out this guy thoroughly and was completely under my control. He was already in my pocket and there was no way he would have the courage to turn the tables.

Is he Denver Bu's accomplice?
impossible.

Even though this thieving, cheating mercenary is dead, he still owes the Brotherhood a debt. How dare they come back to provoke him?
Is it LeVeon Jabari?

Was it this pretty boy who wanted to silence him, in case he could use Jabari's secret love affairs, in which he had grovelled - literally - in service to various powerful men, to threaten him?
Damn, this sword dancer is so suspicious and dishonest, and Rick hasn't even started to threaten him yet!
That is... Kong Geyu?

Hundred-step Ranger.

Rick's eyes were blank.

Are they the ones who are indignant about his death...and feel outraged by what happened to him?

Are there still people like that in this world?
"Then you must have seen Knife Bitch."

The man in front of him sat in his seat and said coldly:
"It was only after Catherine fled to you that she got help and made a comeback."

Knife bitch.

Rick subconsciously covered his right arm.

The image of the woman in the alley that night, with a broken arm, nowhere to go, but still chilling, flashed before his eyes.

why.

Why could she still scare him even though she was so destitute and had lost everything?
Make Boss Lazanchi afraid?

What price does he, an inconspicuous gangster accountant, have to pay and what achievements do he have to make to become like her?
Even more than her?
"I did meet Boss Catherine, and I had to cooperate with her to make full preparations for the suppression of the killer," Rick avoided the main points and tried to tell the truth, "but she disappeared after that night. I heard recently that she appeared again, and there are a few people who may be protecting her..."

It would be great if this group of tough guys who are not easy to mess with could put the blame on Phantom Blade.

If he could just drag in a few more unsavory names, like the one who's been coveting Rick's business...

But before Rick could finish his words, he saw the vicious man stabbing the desk with a knife!
The rest of his words were forced back into his throat.

"The vampire, the serial killer, Lausanne II."

The vicious man swung his dagger and looked fierce:
"Where did you hide him?"

Lausanne…II?
Rick took a deep breath, pushed through his fear, and looked up to meet the man's gaze.

At this moment, Rick suddenly realized something.

He got it.

He knew who they were.

of course.

Nar Rick, you are so stupid and slow!

He should have thought of it earlier!

The real purpose of this group of people!

"Maybe we should ask Miss Hilley about this," Rick thought quickly and kept talking, "The killer escaped because of her..."

After all, everyone on Beimen Bridge saw her snatch the prince's prey from the tiger's mouth that night.

"He has to go somewhere, somewhere to hide."

The vicious man twirled the dagger in his hand, scraping the old desk and causing it to groan in pain.

"I swear to the dead Boss Quaid, I really didn't know that!" Rick said immediately.

After all, even the elite masters around His Royal Highness the Prince were unable to capture him alive, or at least kill him, outside the North Gate Bridge.

"And the bounty hunters that the Brotherhood recruited that day were all cannon fodder and scum. How could they possibly catch him, or even hide him in secret—"

boom!
The man slammed his fist on the desk, almost scaring Rick into falling to the ground and begging for mercy again:
"Stop pretending!"

The vicious man stared at Rick, causing him to tremble, fearing that he would be stabbed:

"I interrogated countless people, and Luosang disappeared outside the North Gate Bridge in the New Suburbs slums, in front of everyone, in front of so many famous masters! He disappeared alive!"

He grabbed Rick by the collar and said angrily:

"This could only have been done by an insider!"

The opponent's hand was so strong that Rick's knees were pulled off the ground and he was frightened out of his wits.

"In the entire North Gate Bridge and even the New Suburbs, apart from your Brotherhood, apart from Black Silk, apart from the damn coward Lazanqi Feisuo, who else has the ability to hide Luosang in public and even hide it from the eyes and ears of the Kongming Palace and the Cangxing Royal Family?"

Rick could feel the man's angry spit splattering on his face, but he had no time to worry about hygiene issues:

"Oh, come on! Boss, you think too highly of us..."

He suppressed his fear and argued again and again:

"Yes, the Black Street Brotherhood sounds impressive, but in the eyes of so many big shots, we are nothing! We are just ants that can be crushed to death at any time! Even the order to cooperate with the Kongming Palace to encircle and suppress Lausanne II was directly issued by the Brotherhood's top leaders, and even Boss Lazanqi could not object!"

"Even if there is some inside information - is it something I can know?" Rick almost finished his words in tears.

This made the man pause. He thought for a few seconds and let go of Rick.

"If there is something fishy...if it were your boss, would he know?"

"But, it's possible..."

Rick gasped.

At least more than I do.

"He must know!" the man said with hatred, "Among the people in this world who fear and hate Lausanne II the most, that bastard Feisuo is definitely one of them."

Rick took a deep breath, thankful that he had saved his life again.

But at this moment, the man suddenly turned around:
"Accountant, can you read?"

Can you read? Want to write a letter?

Rick's eyes lit up, and he quickly straightened his appearance and forced a smile:
"Of course, I'm an accountant."

Unless you want to cook the books, how can you be illiterate?
That’s great, at least I can prove my worth.

"If you need me to write a letter for you and deliver it to Boss Lazanchi..."

"That's good, then I'll feel relieved."

The man nodded, waved to his men, and signaled to Rick:
"Cut out his tongue."

what?
Rick's mind went blank.

what?
Tongue?

While he was stunned, the big men on both sides rushed up, pulled him up from the ground, pressed him onto the table again, and one of them even grabbed the scissors in the pen holder!

Not...literate...

Didn’t I just…

But he still needs me to write a letter...

"No, please--" Rick began to struggle and scream subconsciously.

But these gangster thugs are too strong.

"Oh, by the way," the vicious man turned around and frowned, "Remember to stop the bleeding after you're done - don't do it like last time, it could kill someone."

dead?

Rick struggled more and more frantically!
I am becoming more and more desperate and powerless.

No no no...

"Go back and tell your boss, in writing, of course: Stop hiding and come see me—he knows who I am."

The leading man pulled out a short knife from the table and continued to instruct Rick:

"Otherwise I will continue to cause trouble for his men until I force this coward out."

No no no...

Fuck the fuck...

Rick was pinned down, watching another big man rummaging around in the office for handy tools. It was hard to tell whether he felt more despair or fear at the moment.

"You can't find him without me!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs with a voice that was almost out of tune:
"Unless it's a big deal, Boss Lazanqi will never show up easily!"

"I know," the man wiped the dagger and said indifferently, "That's why I want your tongue... The accountant who manages the drug funds had his tongue cut off. This should be a big enough matter..."

He chuckled and said:

"If you can still survive... wouldn't it be safer to be a mute gang accountant? Then I can be considered to have helped Feisuo..."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Help Nima!
Rick was filled with despair. He pressed his knees against the table, kicked and thrashed, and shouted:

"That's why you need me to be whole! Dear Mr. Nekra!!!"

When these words came out, the big men around were all stunned.

The other man straightened up - he had finally found the clamp.

"Wait a minute!"

The vicious man spoke, frowning and reaching out to stop his subordinates' behavior.

The leader of the invaders, Nekra, approached him with narrowed eyes and bent down.

"Do you know who I am?"

As he almost stepped onto the Prison River ferry, Rick trembled all over and his heart was pounding.

“Yes, yes, yes, of course, of course,” he panted quickly, and lowered his head after just one glance. “You are…you are…the famous…the famous Red, Red, Red Viper!”

Everyone looked at each other.

"How did you know?"

The blade of the red viper was close to his cheek.

"No... not everyone is interested in Phantom Blade and Lausanne II," Rick tried his best to calm his breathing and his chattering teeth, "and no no no not everyone has the guts to rob the Brotherhood's territory..."

The red viper's eyes lit up:
"Are you kissing my ass?"

"No, no, no need to shoot," Rick said with a sad face, "You are the toughest, most difficult, and most terrifying leader in the Blood Bottle Gang."

What's the point of flattery?
Is having a tongue important?

Red Viper paused for a moment and sneered:

"I began to understand why Feisuo promoted you after only meeting you twice."

"Four years!"

Rick subconsciously reiterated:

“I worked for four years before I was promoted.”

Not two sides!

No!

He got to this point through hard work and strength!

"Well, four years," Red Viper straightened up, not caring at all, "so if you get into trouble, wouldn't that make it easier to drive that old dog Fesso out of his lair?"

Rick's ghost is haunted.

"And it's because Boss Lazanchi is not convenient to show up!"

He spoke quickly to prevent the big men around him from rushing to flatter him:
"I am the only one who is qualified to represent the 'alpha wolf' and take care of everything for him!"

Rick paused and repeated emphatically:

"everything!!"

This word aroused the interest of the cruel red viper.

"What did you say?"

"That's right. I, Nar Rick, am more than just the boss's spokesperson."

Rick took a deep breath, tried to straighten his expression, and prepared himself for battle:

"He is also the one chosen by the 'Alpha Wolf' Lazanqi Feisuo after multiple rounds of tests - the successor to the business!"

His words trailed off.

Definitely.

Unwavering. (End of this chapter)