MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 4 Accidents are always sudden

Chapter 4 Accidents are always sudden

"Yala! Black pine wine! Again, another dozen!"

In the noisy and dim sunset bar, Quaid gasped on the bar and sent the wine to his mouth, taking a cup.

"Hey, big man, no money for tipping, there is no black pine wine!"

After the bar, Yara looked up and put two large cups of black liqueur on the bar, and unknowingly squatted on the bar:

"Look at your father's share, this is the last two cups! Give you thirty seconds to drink and then get out! Every time you sit here for an hour, our bar, no, the profit of the entire underground street will drop. to make!"

Quaid has been a little dizzy, but even in the vocal bar, the slap of the slap is still far away.

Feeling the gaze of the surrounding alcoholic people and the possible ridicule in their hearts, Quaid emerged from the heart.

I thought that in the past, he was the "blood axe" Qued Rhoda who made the whole city feel sorrowful!

If not, if it wasn't for that... How could it happen now, how could a cow who looked at the bar dare to bully him?

Even the bald head Spence, who was two years later than his debut, dared to laugh at himself with his nephew...

grass!

"Little girl with no eyes!"

The more eager Quaid bit his teeth, the heavy head stood up.

He grabbed Yala’s hand across the bar and dragged her to his face, screaming in disgust:

"I said it! A dozen black pine wine!"

The whole bar was quiet.

The Lower Town is the most chaotic area of ​​Yongxing City, while the Underground Street is the most chaotic area of ​​the Lower Town – especially after the Black Street Brotherhood took over ten years ago.

The Sunset Bar is located in a prominent position in this chaotic place. People who visit here are not affiliated with the Black Street Brotherhood, or have something to come to the Brotherhood.

Therefore, when Quaid was holding the hand of Yala's hand, the customers in the bar looked at the expression of the play, no one made a sound, and no one stopped it.

Quaid's head is getting darker.

But he still felt that the wrist that he had caught was so smooth, so... soft.

Under the dim light of the candlestick in the bar, it is so close, Yala's smooth face and delicate outline are clearer than usual, the gray short hair is also clean and neat, and Quaid can even smell the faint fragrance of the other person. .

So he thought about it, and he thought about it for a while.

Yara seems to be scared by him too.

The girl was surprised to see this once-golden thug, now the lonely drinker.

When the noise of the alcoholic in the ear disappeared, the faint Quaid felt vaguely satisfied: this quiet proof proved that his actions received the attention he deserved.

And respect.

But very quickly, when he turned his attention to Yala, Quaid's wine gradually woke up.

His face has changed.

From the desperate pleasure and domineering, she gradually developed fear and horror.

Yarra Sariton.

Quaid is one of the few people who know her full name.

This beautiful woman - Quaid suddenly recalled the words of his father let him "go away from her."

And several times in the sunset bar, what I saw and heard.

And this sultry and tempting "bar-tuck girl" is staring at him with a playful look at the moment, letting him grab his hand.

Quaid's chin began to tremble unconsciously:

"Yala, that, I am not..."

But before Quaid reacted -

"despair!"

His hand that grabbed Yala was backed by the latter!

This is not over yet, his **** and index finger are reversed again!

The pain of the heart hit.

"Ah!"

Quid screamed and his face was distorted.

But this is only the appetizer. I saw that Yala slammed his arm and slammed his arm in the opposite direction of the elbow joint!

"Kala!"

The dislocation of the elbow joint is crisp and loud, and it is issued at the same time as Quaid's scream.

"Ah!"

"No no no! Yala! Grandma Yala! Ah, I - I am wrong - I should not -"

However, the words of Quaid's begging for mercy have not been finished yet. This neat girl borrowed a force, and a slender left leg in short leather pants crossed the bar, vertically down, and slammed on Quaid's neck!

"Boom!"

A muffled sound, Quaid's misery was cut off when he was smashed!

The scene was quiet for a moment.

In the next second, the bar blew a myriad of buzzing sounds:

"Good job, Xiao Yala! Did not lose face to the boss!"

"Haha, this skill, can kill the end of the swordsman!"

"I swear I saw it! I bet, 10 copper coins, she is wearing black!"

"No, hateful! She actually wore safety pants!"

The surrounding alcoholic people returned to the hustle and bustle of the excitement and madness, dancing and screaming, and screaming for one by one.

"listen!"

Yara stared at Quaid, who was overwhelmed by the pressure.

Standing on the bar, she stood on the bar with her left leg, and her right hand reversed the arm of Quaid's extension, and the graceful and slender figure was unobstructed.

"You are a disgusting person, a skin gorilla!"

The girl calmly and slowly pulled out a strangely shaped knife from the holster of the left boot. The blade and the handle were not in a straight line, and looked like a wolf leg.

The blame fell and plunged straight into Quaid's palm.

"Boom!"

The tip of the knife even nailed into the bar!

"Hey!"

Quaid's tears were all squeezed out, but the neck was pressed and he could only make a horrible horror like a pig.

The more excited the alcoholic, the louder the noise.

Yala slowly lowered her upper body, revealing her perfect flexibility, while approaching Quaid's face, whistling disdainfully, revealing a dangerous smile.

She swears and fierce on her face, and uses a rhythmic and melody voice to spit out words that people can't help but chill:

"Quad Rhoda..."

"I don't care who you are, or who you are, or who is a black-handed..."

"But you are his mother, give me a good listen..."

Yala slowly turned the handle.

From the finger to the palm, Quaid, who had nowhere to complain, had a knee on his knee and hit the bar, but it didn’t help.

"From now on until the end of the world..."

"If you dare, appear in the old lady's bar..."

The girl with a cold face bites the word from the teeth:

"I will take you"

"One piece..."

"剁成肉肉..."

"Tune into the wine..."

"One bite..."

"Give it to you..."

"Do you understand? Waste!"

A few minutes later, when Quaid was laughing at the alcoholic screaming and Yala’s contempt, holding the pierced right palm and crying out of the sunset bar, Yala patted the palm and looked disgusted. Wipe the blood on the wolf's knife.

It seems that the top is not the blood, but the mucus of the devil.

Alcoholic people are still shouting in excitement, telling the scene just now, many people still stare at the female bartender behind the bar, which has ulterior motives and eyes full of desire.

Yara turned back and went to the bar with a knife!

"Look what!"

"Who dares to look again, pay twice the money!"

So the sunset bar once again restored peace.

After dropping a few words of sultry and transferring the attention of the drinker from her to the wine, Yara dropped the rag and sneaked into the kitchen.

There, a young man with a top hat smiled at her and patted his wrist.

Yara snorted disdainfully.

"This is enough?"

"According to what you said, I specifically mentioned his ‘that’s what’s going on.’

Yara grabbed a bottle of white wine, and a multi-purpose knife suddenly appeared in her left hand, and the cork was picked up.

"Of course, of course, Miss Yala."

In the kitchen, Quaid's deputy, the actual manager of the nephew business, Nal Rick gently lifted his black top hat and smiled and nodded:

"I hope he can converge a bit later - from indiscriminate drinking to the bottomless fight, the Brotherhood can't always wipe his ass."

"What you want to say is that you can't always wipe his ass." Yalah looked up and poured a sip of wine.

Rick suddenly felt that this rude action seemed appropriate to Yala's body, fresh and seductive.

Let him subconsciously swallow his throat.

what a pity……

"It’s true that this is true, because the Brotherhood is my home, and the interests of the Brotherhood are my interests." Rick smiled and unconsciously touched his back neck.

"Are you sure that this really works?"

Yala frowned and dropped the bottle:

"How do I feel that people like him will find more trouble after going back? For example, looking for your nephew?"

You really know him, Rick thought.

"Actually, I don't know if it doesn't work, because I don't know him," Rick shook his head helplessly - this is his innocent and heartfelt sign-up action - Dao:

"But, he has been intensified recently. Three days ago, for a few coppers, I actually looked at a seedling. If it wasn't for that child, it would be smarter. If the brothers in the hands of Quaid would be in the future, they would have to One more."

Is it.

Yara rolled her eyes in the bottom of her heart.

False accounting, I don't know if you are so generous and just.

"So I decided: I can't go on like this anymore, he has to be warned." Speaking of this, Rick put down his hand on the back of his neck and his eyes suddenly became firm.

"Otherwise, he will sooner or later misappropriate my hard-working business."

Yala scorned her head:

"Okay, you don't have to explain so much to me, "I just had to kill my boss."

"I didn't say I wanted to kill him..."

"I have done it, saying that the good rewards are paid quickly, I only accept cash." Yara impatiently interrupted Rick's innocent defense.

Yalla lazily finished the white wine, and he still stuck his tongue out and put the last drop in the mouth of his bottle into his mouth.

This action made Rick feel in his heart.

She yawned and waved her hand to let Rick leave.

"And, the black pine wine he owes today, you still have to pay."

“Include those 'private goods’ that you bring.”

Yala squinted her eyes and looked at Rick who had gone away after paying tribute.

Others may not recognize it, but I, Yala of the sunset bar is clear...

The so-called "black pine" that you brought "please" to Qued today is actually an embargoed Chaka spirit.

It was the front line of the west. On the battlefield facing the orcs, it was filled with dead prisoners who were preparing to commit suicide before the charge. The taste of the wine was not strong, but it was highly illusory.

So ah, Nal Rick.

Yara frowned at his back.

Are you sure you have too much money for your money, and you really want to kill him?

but……

It’s gone.

Yara turned back indifferently.

The guilty people are guilty.

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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the scum with shame, pain and wine - he didn't live in the Black Street headquarters, and Quaid felt that anyone inside knowing it would look like he was staring at him. His lower body - when, two hurried thugs, happened to pass behind the wall.

"Have you heard that? The children are passing a rumor..."

Their chattering came from far away.

"They said that it is Quaid boss is not a man..."

Qued's somewhat dizzy brain is one of the clear.

"What do you mean? Can he still become a woman?"

"Stupid, which means that Quaid was smashed! I heard that it was collected in Karima Street a few years ago, in a murderous home - that was left after the count of Norfolk and his family were hanged. That - I encountered something very strange..."

"Everyone said that it was a female ghost in red who smashed him."

"Red Ghost? Hahaha"

For a moment, Quaid felt that the blood from the whole body was pouring into the head.

The next moment, he lost out of control and screamed out from behind the wall!

"Who! Who said that! Which bastard!"

Quid slammed the neck of one of the thugs!

"Which bastard!"

"I am going to kill him!"

Another hitter panicked and took a few steps back.

Quetta, who is smashing, crushes people to the ground, and the hands that hold the other's neck are getting tighter and tighter.

I don't know why, at that moment, the palm of his hand was no longer pain, but faint numbness and stimulation.

This allows Quaid to spare no effort to think about the other.

then……

After all, he is a famous master of the brothers, and he is also a top player in the ranks.

In the lower city, he went everywhere.

Adrienne Sa, Taren Brothers, Ley York, the famous thugs in these fraternities, was only his descendants.

Even the giants like Morris and Lancer are not happy with him, laughing and talking?

At that time, who would dare to laugh at him?

At that time, he believed that he would one day take over his father’s business and climb to a higher position in the Brotherhood...

Even... it’s close to the father’s jealous... the man.

But now...

just now……

Quaid looked at the frightened thugs under his hand, and his words continued to sound in his mind.

So he can't do it now...

No, no...

No, no...

Quaid held back the tears in his eyes and made a beast-like roar from his throat. His father used a whip to tell him that if he couldn't help sorrow and hurt, he would simply turn them into anger and hatred.

Sure enough, the father is right.

At that moment, the wine was pouring up, but Quaid felt that he was sober.

As if his hatred and anger all over the body, it has become an endless force.

"Quad boss, just a rumor, we don't believe it... ah!"

Quaid, like a beast, jerked his head!

Another thug who was shaking and defending was taken a step by the students.

But he immediately saw that the other companion had pale face and had less air intake.

The retreat of the beater was against the fierce light of Quaid, and his face was full of fear:

"Ah, yes, it’s all the rumors that the children are passing, the boss, it’s really not our fault, you, you know the nephews!"

"Hey!" This is the sound of a broken neck.

The beater who was stunned by Quaid was no longer angry.

The rest of the beaters were shaking.

And Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of fierce light.

The thugs were not good, and while they were calling, they fled and fled.

Quaid wants to chase, but he chases a corner and finds that the other has disappeared.

Damn it.

He gasped for two breaths and turned to look at the body in the alley. He felt uneasy and kicked a few feet. This was his head and walked toward more than twenty abandoned houses.

Quaid didn't think why the patrol's squad tonight didn't show up at all - it was necessary to see the shackles.

He just has a strong brain.

Just want to find those who laugh at him.

then.

One by one...

Torture them.

Qued, who just killed someone, feels like opening a long-lost shackle from his mind.

As if he had returned to the past days of the knife to make a living.

These **** thieves, he thought wickedly, since he dares to pass on rumors...

Let you pay the price.

Damn thief.

He gasped, only feeling that his strength and will have not been so strong for a long time.

The escaping beater trembled out of the big stone door of the waste house and slammed Rick under the tree outside the door.

"Mr. Rick!"

When I saw Rick, I saw the savior:

"Quad boss - Quaid, he's crazy! You don't mean, don't you say that it's a ugly thing to expose him, it's okay to threaten him out of the air... As a result, we haven't finished talking yet, Quaid is... Pearson ,he……"

The thugs are already afraid of being out of breath, and the words are unclear.

"You mean, Pearson? He, he was given by Quaid..." Rick was astonished.

After getting confirmation from the thugs, Rick shook his head blankly:

"It's my fault."

"I thought Quaid would... no way, you go to close the Dashimen, first lock Quaid in the waste house, then prepare the carriage, we will leave immediately."

"Okay, Mr. Rick, where are we going?"

"Go to the headquarters and find Morris boss."

The shocked beater heard that he was leaving, nodding his head.

He didn't even think about what to do with the nephews who were in the same house.

Watching the thugs rush to the side of Dashimen, and close the double-opened iron gate, and then insert the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly became very dignified.

Now, Quaid will go to find a nephew, but there are dozens of them... surely there is what the "ghost" wants.

I had early morning work schedule, and it was not very late.

Quaid had a big midnight time to cook the babies.

As for how he wants to make the punching bag, it is the ghost, the **** tracker has to care about.

Since he is interested in the deaf children, he will not sit idly by.

Rick stared at the door of the huts, thinking about it.

He will not have time to find himself.

If he is looking for a nephew, then Quaid will be killed by him.

So the Black Street Brotherhood will take over here tomorrow - Roda, Morris, and even the big man of the Black Sword will deal with him, and he will have no trouble.

If he is coming to kill a deaf, maybe he will watch Quaid continue to kill his nephew - this is very likely, since his father was sent to prison, Rick always warned himself, never underestimate The aunt of the noble family.

Then, the ghost will reach the goal, and his troubles will be solved naturally. The brothers will find the next morning, only the mad boss Quaid, the affected deputy, the miserable children, of course. And the ghosts that are willing to pay and the big men behind him...

Rick satisfactorily thought:

In short, the trouble, the problem of the big man's home, the coldness of his neck, will be solved tonight.

Do not leave a trace of trouble.

Otherwise, one day, the ghost who can't find the target will look for himself.

Rick doesn't think that the big dogs of these big families will have a good temper, and they don't think they can see the sun the next day after they have been in contact with each other.

Therefore, there must be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to poke the ghost's attempt to end this bad luck.

Quaid boss, this time I am bothering you!

Rick thought faintly.

Of course, it is the last time.

Well, yes, maybe you will eat and hang after the accident, but this is compared with your own life and future...

Rick sighed, and his heart flashed a few pity and regret.

Unfortunately, this group of children, that Taylors, and that Karak.

I will pray for you.

I will also cover the burial and aftermath of the victims.

This made Rick quite moved:

Even if you are in the dark, at least you have the bottom line.

At least, the human nature of Nal Rick has not been lost.

Is not it?

At this time, the lucky thrift survived the carriage from afar.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay."

Rick walked over to the carriage and nodded at him, giving a smile of encouragement and comfort.

"I am here."

The next moment, he took out the mini telescopic cymbal from his arms, and he dipped the poisonous arrow of the blue grass and accurately shot into the mouth of the other person who was surprised and opened.

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When Rick made the decision that was never known to the world, but still profoundly affected the fate of the kingdom, because of the early rest, the nephews of the sixth house were under the leadership of Taylors, sitting still. Next to the fire that is easy to grow, count the harvest today.

"The woman in black gave eight bronzes. I heard that her younger son had just passed away because of typhoid fever. It is no wonder so generous."

"Mirella, who pulled her ear, gave us the copper that I bought for the food... Oh, only two."

Xinti smiled and counted the copper one by one and piled it to the left.

Tyres nodded, grabbing a sharp stone and drawing two "positive" words on the ground.

"The thin man in the highland boots refused to give money, so I and Ryan gave him a lesson."

Kelly took out a card and looked at the words in distress:

"But he only has this card in his arms, but I don't know what it is."

"That is the National Research Association, the exit card of the Iridium Library, which is the place in Shangcheng District, five blocks away from us," Teres said after looking at the card:

"The thin man must have been a scholar from the college. I don't know if it is a bachelor's degree or a church cleric. However, if he is so poor and destitute, he might be a writer."

"Wow! Tyres, you actually know the words above!" both Cora and Ned looked at Taylors with a look of admiration.

"how is this possible!"

Taylor shrugged and read the hopes and desires of the two children:

"No one taught us to recognize words and count... I saw the insignia of the book behind the card."

However, Tyres thought, yes, he is already trying to learn the text himself.

Such as "sunset bar", "Grove pharmacy", "National Research Association" these signs on the sign, and his vague memory also makes him inexplicable respect and worship of knowledge, not letting go of any learning and accumulation chance.

I have never experienced anyone who is hard to understand... I am free to sit at my desk and learn the wisdom of my predecessors - Tyres lifts the dusty hands and looks at the scorpions that were prematurely worn out because of the hard work all day long. I didn’t have a full stomach at all, and I sighed—it’s really a kind of happiness.

Taylors can't remember the scene he has crossed.

To be precise, the memories before the crossing are the gradual growth of the children's tales, the gradual formation of the brain and the spirit, which emerges bit by bit.

His two- to three-year-old memory is messy and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, just remembering a sticky one—he doesn’t know why the color in his impression can be described as “sticky”— Blood red, a black stone house filled with baby crying, a skinny woman.

It was not until later that he realized that it was the "black heart widow" Beth, a female leader responsible for raising new children in the fraternity.

When Teres was sent to the shack at the age of three, it was also the memory of his previous life that gradually became clear. The scene with the most flash in his brain was that he sat at a desk and looked between the book and the screen. Go back and forth, or sit in the classroom, discuss with a dozen young people dressed up, or add a middle-aged or old-age professor.

But that is already illusory.

For four years, in the life of the down town, where the children were full of poisoning, bullying, darkness, sin and death, Thales managed to maintain the survival of the sixth house.

Compared to the previous graduates of the brain, the four-year career has brought many new skills to Taylors:

Take sympathetic acting, unknowing plagiarism, ingenious and unobtrusive observation and so on.

During the period, Taylors also made a lot of preparations for more than one nephew category, such as people with different classes - in the lower city, different classes, probably "different classes of inferior people" - good relationship.

For example, secretly inquiring about the secrets of the Brotherhood, arranging several secret locations, squatting on some of the stocks, etc. - at this point, Quaid is really not mistaken.

Yes, Taylors is not prepared to accept the fate of the world.

He will not be a nephew who is self-disciplined, nor will he be a thug or thief of the Brotherhood, and he is not interested in playing a "gangster" in Yongxing City.

He wants to escape.

Then, I went to my own life and made a...

free people.

At least more free than now.

Just step by step, with your own plan... Taylors looks at the corner, there is an inconspicuous slate.

I can...

Can...

Just at this time.

In the seventeenth house next door, there was a sudden exclamation of fear and panic: "No! Karna!"

Soon, Taylors will learn the most important lesson after his crossing:

Accidents are always coming suddenly.

(End of this chapter)