Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 762: The Mixed One

what happened?

Red Viper looked at the pipe and flint in Feisuo's hand, and the honest and innocent smile on his face, and his whole body froze.

Why is the wolf leader here?

The supernatural hormones in Nekra's body were secreted crazily, but it was unable to calm the trembling from his fingertips to behind his ears.

And what did his words mean?

What tripod? What balance?

"Old man, have you been waiting here since early morning for me to come?"

Nekra tried it out, feeling extremely anxious.

Is this a trap?

Is he surrounded?

How come the person outside who was keeping watch made no sound at all?

Killed? Or worse - bought?

Damn.

If it was true as the accountant said, because of his relationship with Lausanne II, many people in Emerald City wanted his head, so he had to please the big shots...

Nekra felt sweat on his back.

"You forgot, Xiaohong, it was you who came to me first."

Feisuo smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave again?"

This guy, once known for his bravery and ferocity, is no longer the same as he used to be.

Feisuo looked at the nervous and suspicious Red Viper in front of him, who was entering a counterattack state like a hedgehog, and shook his head gently in his heart:

Ever since Turnbull's death and the decline and split of the Blood Bottle Gang, Nekra has been lost in the struggle for power and has been firmly suppressed by "Phantom Blade" Catherine.

After so many years, he has been suppressed for too long and too harshly, so long that he has forgotten his former lofty ambitions and adaptability, and is now only brutal, vicious and scheming.

But, as the winner of that power transfer, isn't Catherine the same?

Red Viper took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

No, calm down, calm down.

He hasn't lost yet.

After all, Fessor himself was not known for his bravery and military prowess - and that was putting it mildly.

"Whatever you were going to do, old man, you shouldn't have come in here alone..."

Red Viper observed and calculated the distance between himself and Feisuo, and there was a hint of determination in his vicious voice:

"And it's so close to me."

The members of the Blood Bottle Gang behind Nekra got the signal, showed ruthless looks, clenched their weapons, and spread out to surround Feisuo.

Lazanqi Feisuo's hand, which was stroking the bitumen flint, paused for a moment, and the enthusiastic smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The atmosphere is not good.

Rick, who secretly crawled to the wall, was startled and immediately became nervous.

If Red Viper held the Wolf Leader hostage, should he seize the opportunity to show his bravery and save his boss? Rick shook his head violently.

What a joke!

Of course, take care of yourself first!

What is a boss? Can you eat it?

[But what if it was Feisuo who killed the red viper? ]

The voice of reason in his heart thoughtfully reminded him:

[How should you deal with it? How should you explain to Feisuo? How should you take advantage of the situation? How should you seek benefits and avoid harm, and at the same time climb higher?]

Rick shuddered.

On the other side, Feisuo didn't even look at the Blood Bottle Gang members around him who were looking fierce. He just stared at Nekra who had a determined look and said slowly:

"You know, this is still my territory, right?"

The meaning of his words made many people begin to hesitate.

Only the red viper sneered.

"I know you have ambushed people outside," Nekra pretended to be relaxed and flicked his dagger, "but I also know you suffered heavy losses at the North Gate Bridge. Most of the fighters died at the hands of Lausanne II. You won't be able to rest easy unless you kill him."

It was not known whether Feisuo was at ease, but after he said this, Red Viper's subordinates did feel much more at ease, and their eyes were eager to try.

The wolf leader snorted lightly, without refutation, but simply pulled back the hand that was holding out the pipe.

"Believe me, at this distance, even if your lackeys rush in, they can't save you."

Nekra narrowed his eyes and pointed at Rick beside him:

"Even with this accountant, it won't work."

in fact……

Rick's legs trembled when he heard this, and his smile was awkward:

You don't have to include the accounting.

"Even if it means risking your own lives?" Feisuo said softly.

The big men from the Blood Bottle Gang all paused.

"We are here to mess around."

Nekra spoke in a deep voice, ignoring the hesitation in his subordinates' eyes:

"You choose your own path."

Feisuo remained silent, but Rick was wailing in his heart.

After several seconds, Feisuo suddenly laughed:

"Hahahahahaha..."

His shoulders shook from laughing so much that he had to lower his head and cover his face to hide it, leaving everyone else in the office confused and bewildered.

Only the red viper became more and more angry.

"why are you laughing?"

Feisuo couldn't stop laughing, so he could only raise his hand to signal:

"Nothing, I just think... you finally look a bit like you used to..."

That’s right, it was Nekra, the Western Wasteland soldier who survived the Baki Dunes in the past, who relied on his special abilities and ruthlessness to carve out a territory on the road and was feared by everyone.

Instead, under old Turnbull's deliberate obedience tests and habitual punishments, he was forced to fight to the death with Black Sword and his companions again and again, thus becoming a muddle-headed and unrecognizable Red Viper.

Except for the last time.

That’s right, Feisuo sighed with laughter:

The Red Viper's irrational and out-of-control temper and vicious and perverted personality are not innate, nor are they even caused by supernatural stimulation.

Rather, it was the horrible scars left by the old gang leader who was once feared by everyone on his colleagues and subordinates, but the latter - including the Flying Knife Clown who was excited by the sight of blood and liked to cut people's skin, the Chaos Soldier who destroyed countless families by kidnapping and trafficking, Kharka who enjoyed killing small animals and torturing the weak, and even Lausanne II who killed people without blinking an eye after his creed was broken, Old Bot who believed until his death that drug trafficking and buying drugs were just consensual, and Phantom Blade Catherine who would do anything to climb up - were completely unaware of them.

Deep into the bone marrow.

The disease is difficult to cure.

I can only cover it up with anger and hatred, madness and violence for the rest of my life.

Nekra looked at Feisuo, his brows tightened and his eyes became colder.

The other person's laughter made him feel unhappy.

Rick beside him swallowed nervously.

"Well, if I say I came here without anyone..."

Feisuo stopped laughing, stroking the bitumen flint and waving his hand:

“…You probably won’t believe it.”

"nonsense."

Red Viper put aside the strange feeling in his heart, gripped the hilt tightly, activated his psychic hormones, and hurriedly estimated the possible ambushes outside:

"Everyone knows that you are a coward and afraid of death. Even when you go out to take a shit, you have to bring a dozen swordsmen to wipe your butt."

"Oh?"

Feisuo laughed when he heard this, but he didn't take it as an offense:

"It's been so long, and the red hoods are still saying this about me?"

What else can I say about you?

Red Viper resisted the urge to complain:

For so many years, ever since the deaths of "Dogtooth" Bot and Turnbull, and the rise of Lazanchi Feso from the Brotherhood to grab their share, the drug lords in the Blood Bottle Gang who make a living from this have never been reconciled.

But they didn’t destroy your business, didn’t dig up your details, and didn’t find your whereabouts... For many years, I have only heard of them but never seen them, and I just hate them to death...

Isn't that all we can say?

Do you still expect the Blood Bottle Gang, your arch-enemy, and those bosses who have the dignity to discipline their younger brothers, to tell the world the truth and declare, "I'm sorry, over the years, none of our thugs who went to kill Lazanchi Fesuo have returned, none of the drug lords who went to steal his business are alive, and there are not even a few people left who have seen Fesuo's true face"?

Wouldn't I just be able to stand with my chest and hands on my hips in front of my admiring younger brothers, and laugh proudly towards the sky, saying, "Feisuo is such a coward. He was so scared by us that he didn't even dare to go out to take a shit"?

Whenever he thought of this, Nekra became angry.

If Turnbull was still alive...

Which damn gang, which society, which blind idiot, or even which young or blue-skinned person with no big background, dares to openly disobey the Blood Bottle Gang?

Are they not afraid of hooligans during the day, or are they not afraid of Lausanne at night?

Does he have a place to stay abroad, or does he have someone working in the palace?

Can you afford to offend the big merchant group, or dare to offend Iris?

But if a tyrant like Turnbull were still alive...

Red Viper clenched his fists, feeling regretful at first, then relieved.

Damn it, old Bidden should just stay dead.

This is good for everyone except the Blood Bottle Gang.

"Mr. Rick."

The next second, Feisuo unexpectedly turned his head and said in a kind tone:

"Have you ever seen me with bodyguards when I came to buy goods?"

Rick was startled and subconsciously lowered his head before forcing himself to look up.

why me?

What did I do wrong again?

What does that have to do with bodyguards?

Rick swallowed and trembled:

"No, no, no, I haven't seen it."

"Why?" Feisuo still asked kindly.

why?

Rick's mind went blank and he hesitated to speak.

"because……"

Because you only come here to buy fireworks every time?

Because you, Razanqi Feisuo, before today, in the eyes of all those who didn't know you, you were just a vulgar, mercenary, early-rising and late-working commoner and fireworks vendor - Master Suleiman?

What does an ordinary fireworks dealer need a bodyguard for?

Protect his fireworks stand?

Rick suddenly shuddered all over, and he figured something out.

“Because you don’t need to.”

Rick took a deep breath and looked at everyone:

"Because among so many industries in Emerald City, we chose this place, the fireworks processing industry, to do business here."

Red Viper and his men all frowned.

Only Feisuo's eyes lit up. He nodded and began to look at Rick again.

As for why it is the fireworks industry...

Rick's breathing was a little irregular.

Because of convenience.

Whether it's the import of raw materials, manufacturing and processing, assembly and transportation, or bulk sales, most of the processes and principles, equipment and tools of the fireworks business are similar to the "main business" of the Black Street Brotherhood, which makes it convenient to provide... well, cover.

Those less experienced pyrotechnic charge workers recruited from outside Beimen Bridge can repeat the work over and over again under strict supervision, wearing protective clothing, masks and gloves, and are cautious and trembling...

At the end of the day, when they were searched, changed their clothes, and returned home in a daze, many of them didn't even know what medicine they had prepared.

Of course, when they have been in the industry long enough, long enough for them to realize what kind of "drug" they are pretending to be, the generous salary and rewards, as well as the reality of living outside Beimen Bridge, will be enough to make them shut up.

Well, occasionally there are passive ones.

But this was not the answer Fessor needed.

"The production and storage of celebratory fireworks are risky," Rick hugged his broken arm, forcing himself to remain calm. "That's why we have an excuse and reason to strictly manage, monitor, protect, and even keep our business confidential."

Of course, there are also large fees that are paid regularly to the fire, construction and police departments of all sizes under the city hall and the police department when applying for various licenses and certificates.

After these words were spoken, others were still hesitant, but Nekra's face changed.

Feisuo smiled even more happily.

[Good, Rick, well done.]

Glancing at Feisuo's expression, Rick gritted his teeth and listened to the voice of reason in his heart:

【You can do it, you must do it, because you are more than this. 】

[Because you are destined to achieve greater things. ]

Rick took a deep breath:

"And once the news leaks out or the enemy comes to visit, and we need to rush to destroy the evidence, the large amount of flammable and explosive pyrotechnic powder stored here as a cover will only need to be used, only..."

Click!

“All it takes is a fire.”

The sound of flint rubbing against each other suddenly rang out, and everyone turned around in shock:

Feisuo lit the fire in his hand and was gently roasting the tobacco in his pipe. "A small fire," the wolf leader skillfully turned the flame and looked at the entire office, "even a small spark..."

Nekra swallowed.

He followed the other person's gaze and looked around in disbelief:

Three walls of the office were lined with shelves, filled with sundries and documents, and at the bottom were rows of...

Wait, that's a — storage barrel?

One, two, three...

Ten, fifteen, twenty...

Staring at these rows and batches of mysterious storage barrels, the red viper's pupils instantly focused.

No, no, no, no, he's crazy. If this is filled with lichen pyrotechnic powder... then a spark will...

"...it can destroy everything without leaving any trouble." Feisuo said quietly, waving the flame.

At that moment, everyone, including Nekra and Rick, felt a chill down their spines and their hands and feet went numb.

Only Feisuo held up the fire in his hand, feeling emotional:

Once ignited, it will shine brightly in an instant and nothing will be left.

Only the brief flames that fill the sky are intoxicating and unforgettable.

How similar is it to their main business?

"Sir, everyone, in fact, here, including the entire Burning Street, it is strictly forbidden to bring in fire at any time."

In the extreme silence, Rick tremblingly finished his last sentence - or the last knife.

"Forgive me, Mr. Rick," Fessor said apologetically, shaking his lit pipe and grinning at Rick, "I don't usually smoke."

The latter quickly forced a smile and nodded in return.

The pipe glowed faintly and emitted wisps of smoke.

The office filled with storage barrels was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Nekra clenched his teeth.

"Boss..." A burly man behind him spoke nervously, but was stopped by Nekra.

He tried to measure the distance between himself and Feisuo, and looked at the distance between Feisuo and the nearest storage barrel...

"You can't escape by yourself." Red Viper said with forced calmness.

Feisuo smiled indifferently.

"We are here to mess around."

He played with his pipe, which was smoking, and kicked the storage barrel beside him, saying meaningfully:

"You choose your own path."

Nekra's breathing stagnated, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

He looked at his dagger and the slowly burning fireworks in Feisuo's hand, then looked at the mysterious storage barrels in front, behind, and on both sides. For the first time, he felt that the distance between him and the other party was so far.

Feisuo continued to smile, but others were frightened and uneasy.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Finally, after experiencing the longest minute in Rick's life, Red Viper let out a sigh of hatred.

He waved his hand indifferently but unquestionably, told his men to put away their weapons and leave the door, leaving the office to him and his good friend Lazanchi, whom he had not seen for many years.

They want to reminisce.

This was a relief to everyone.

Rick especially.

"Please take the body away from the house. Please be polite," the wolf leader continued to play with his smoking pipe and said meaningfully, "Maybe one day, we will have to rely on strangers to send us off politely."

The vicious thugs of the Blood Bottle Gang looked at each other, sweating profusely, but finally, under the dual pressure of fear and orders, they lifted the corpse (thanks to them) and carefully left the office.

As they left the door, each of them passed beside and behind Lazenchi Fesor, close enough to touch the pipe and the lighter in his hands.

But no one dared to make any unnecessary moves.

He didn't even think of glancing at the old country guy.

It was as if there was more than one person sitting there.

Seeing this, Nekra became even more annoyed and angry.

"You might as well stay a little longer, Mr. Rick."

Rick, who was about to follow everyone out quietly with his head down and chest hunched, suddenly heard his ears twitch.

He turned stiffly, only to see his immediate superior, the Wolf Leader Feisuo, turning his head and looking at him with a smile:

"As the successor to my business?"

At that moment, Rick felt his ears buzzing and his legs felt weak.

Not good.

He got it.

Rick held onto the wall with all his strength.

He wanted to follow the Blood Bottle Gang thugs in front of him out of the office, but found that his legs were shaking and he had difficulty taking a step.

"I know what you are afraid of." Feisuo said softly.

It’s over.

Rick's knees weakened and he almost fell to the ground.

He got it.

Regardless of the little tricks he had done behind her back, or the boast he had just made in front of Red Viper...

He's coming to settle my score...

"Everyone in the underworld knows about your little affair with the Blood Bottle Gang," but unexpectedly, Feisuo's next words were not directed to him. "It was Lausanne II who took the lead, and you, Xiaohong, teamed up with Old Fogg to chop off Xiaodao's hand, and half of the local gang leaders?"

Eh?

Rick shuddered, stood firm and looked up.

"Then you should know that, at least in the Emerald City, the Knife Bitch has fallen."

Nekra was sitting in Rick's usual seat, with a gloomy face, staring at the pipe in Fesuo's hand:

"You don't have to help her."

If it wasn't an accident, the bitch would have been killed along with the knife.

Nekra clenched his fists.

But it doesn't matter. She is now completely defeated, all her men are dead, she has no power, and her reputation has plummeted.

And then we lost the oil and water income and land industry of Emerald City...

In the underworld, no one will listen to a disabled old woman.

The biggest hidden danger is...

"Me, help her?" Feisuo snorted.

"It's okay. I know you're not helping her," Red Viper pretended to be calm. "You were afraid that Lausanne II would come after you for old scores, so you agreed to cooperate with Blade Bitch and set an ambush at North Gate Bridge to deal with him. You were helping yourself."

Rick on the other side came to his senses, grateful and relieved.

Great, that's not me.

Feisuo is not talking about me!

The leader wolf looked at Nekra for a long time.

"I did lose a lot of good players that night at North Gate Bridge."

Snapped!

Red Viper clapped his hands:

"You see, there's no good hanging out with a knife bitch..."

"But Xiaohong, do you really think that Xiaodaozi or I have such a high status?" Feisuo interrupted him, smiling, "Were we able to command four extreme masters with different positions to take down Lausanne II in one fell swoop?"

Nekra's smile disappeared.

He gently put down his hands and pondered for a moment.

"I know, I know. There is a lot of conspiracy behind Lausanne II, involving many important figures," Red Viper shrugged, pretending to be relaxed. "But guess what? Now the Kongming Palace is quiet and peaceful. His Royal Highness the Prince and the two Kevindirs have reconciled, and everyone is happy!"

The wolf leader raised his eyebrows.

Nekra leaned forward and winked cunningly:

"Believe me, Lausanne II will not appear again - I advise you not to look for him again, so as not to bring yourself into trouble."

Ok?

Rick standing by was puzzled.

Wait, didn’t I just analyze these words with him?

Nekra glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, making him dare not interrupt.

"So you're safe, Lazanchi!"

Red Viper spread his hands and smiled sincerely:

"There's no need to work with Knife Bitch anymore."

Feisuo stared at the red viper intriguingly for a long time before he said quietly:

"Don't worry, I don't plan to hand you over to Xiao Daozi."

The red viper was slightly relieved, but then became alert:

Wait, does he mean that he won’t pay it himself but let others pay it?

Feisuo chuckled:

"You don't have to worry about being implicated because of Lausanne II. As you said, the bigwigs in the palace have resolved the dispute and are busy dividing the cake. They want to forget about this cursed killer. How can they have the leisure to care about his old grudges at the bottom?"

Nekra stared at the wolf leader and breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

Good, the worst worry did not happen.

He didn't get a number at Kongming Palace.

Only Rick at the side felt bitter:

He had just managed to trick Red Viper into thinking that he was in great trouble and that he was eager to abandon everything and leave the Emerald City, never to return...

What if Red Viper remembers me again in the future...

"As for whether there are some blind people in the underworld who want to kidnap you and give you as a gift..."

Feisuo shook his head and said:

"Didn't you hear what the barber said? The new regent of Kongming Palace doesn't like us very much and has returned all the gifts."

Even though they were so poor that everyone in the city knew about it (but they could only pretend not to know), the big shot would not accept their share of the money.

After hearing what the other party said, Red Viper smiled again.

well.

Great.

"That's not surprising. He complained that the gift was too little, too dirty, too cheap, too lowly, too lowly for the status of the gift giver, and too lowly for elegance and decency," Nekra sneered. "He's a prince. When it comes to getting money from others with superb skills and clean manners, how can a gangster be worse than an emperor?"

"It's really too little," Feisuo said with emotion, but his tone was very different from that of Red Viper. "He is a prince. If he doesn't take advantage of it, he will have taken away even greater advantage."

In other words, the oil and water in the eyes of those in power are never the same as the oil and water in our eyes.

Rick seemed to be thinking about something, but Nekra was confused.

But he cares more about another thing:

If what Feisuo said was true, then he would have nothing to worry about in the Emerald City. The only thing he needed to worry about was...

"It's a small knife."

Feisuo suddenly said, "She spread the word to the gang."

"Oh?"

The red pit viper became alert:

"Why, is she so angry that she wants to imitate Polaris and challenge me to a one-on-one duel?"

The red viper chuckled:

"Or do you want to curse me and Ferg to die without an intact corpse sooner or later?"

Of course, her biggest goal should be to disrupt the situation, buy time to wait for reinforcements from Yongxing City, and try to retake Emerald City.

But they wouldn't give her that chance.

Find her as soon as possible and do her...

"She forgives you."

Feisuo said quietly.

Ok?

Rick was surprised.

"All she can do is forgive..."

Nekra sneered coldly, but his smile suddenly froze in the middle of his words:

"You, what did you say?"