Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 593 Kingdom Needs

Underground street, Grove Pharmacy.

Grove sent away a **** Brotherhood thugs listlessly, and recorded his credit in a notebook. Then he sat down lazily behind the counter, warming himself with a bottle of wine while watching his wife Take care of the shelves.

Not to mention street robberies and petty thefts every other time. Even if everything goes well, there is basically no oil and water to open a drug store in Xiacheng, but he, the exquisite Grove still takes root in this famous chaotic place. It has been in business for more than ten years in Ping An, which is really not what ordinary people can do.

In addition to the good contacts established by his father during his lifetime, the good cooperative relationship with the Black Street Brotherhood is also one of the reasons-now in the underground street, he is also considered a number one person, who dare to show his face without opening his eyes?

Every time he thinks of this, Grove feels a little proud, which makes him look at his shop more comfortably, sipping a sip of warm wine from time to time.

Dad, my foundation is much better than when you were kidnapped back then?

The door of the shop was pushed open, causing the bell behind the door to ring.

And a cold wind seeping in from the street.

Guests are here.

In the cold, Grove shivered, and reluctantly looked up from behind the counter—but don't be the little thieves who don't open their eyes, they have never stopped for more than ten years.

"Recently winter, medicinal materials are in short supply, and typhoid medicine is not enough! If you have to buy, the price will not be convenient—"

Grove, who repetitively mechanically, saw the customer and was taken aback.

The one who opened the door was a tough guy with a strong build but a cold complexion. He lifted his cloak to reveal the hilt of the sword at his waist, and looked at Grove condescendingly.

Behind him was another big man with the same stature. The latter was first unluckyly hung by the cord of the doorbell and was taken aback. Then he held the weapon around his waist and looked around uncomfortably.

Grove was puzzled.

Haven't heard of these two people in the Brotherhood?

newcomer?

Still robbed?

Having lived in Xiacheng for a long time, Grove’s first reaction was to reach for a knife under the counter, but the appearance of a third person dispelled him:

He was of average stature, with a childish face, obviously a young man who was still growing.

He opened his hood and glanced at the shop in a daze.

strange.

Grove murmured, he has been well-informed over the years. What kind of customers have encountered: casual shopping, sincere bargaining, poor but pretentious, rich but stingy...

But he couldn't see the details of this young man, whether he was the second generation of a wealthy nobleman, or the ordinary people of Xiacheng who had been used to the tight life. He couldn't see that he was a gangster who had been beaten up. He is still a little cute and harmless young master.

The juvenile customer ignored him, just stretched out his hand and stroked the rows of shelves, just like a wanderer returning home.

It was his two brawny entourages, one of whom was extremely vigilant before, turning back from time to time, and the one behind put down his hood, stared directly at Grove, and stopped talking.

Grove saw the latter's appearance clearly, his face changed drastically.

"Fuck, it's you again," the drugstore owner blurted out with a look of disgust and boredom:

"Stupid police officer?"

Cohen, who was about to say hello to the boss, was startled:

"What are you talking about, what?"

Grove coughed, but the contempt in his eyes remained unchanged.

"I mean... Sergeant Karabyan."

Cohen's eyes lit up, ignoring the young man walking around in the store, and leaned to the counter:

"That I'm coming today—"

"You can do it, don't come here to stir up shit! I don't really sell any illegal drugs here," Grove sighed before he spoke. "It has nothing to do with those gangsters. ..."

Boom.

With the other arm on the door, a short, fat man walked into Grove's pharmacy and looked around with interest.

Seeing the visitor clearly, Grove trembled, and the words choked!

"Ah, ah, Mo, Morris?"

Grove looked at the new guest in horror.

But he reacted quickly, and quickly adjusted and walked out of the counter. He stretched out his arms with a strong smile, eager to embrace:

"Morris Morris, Morris! Good friends come here!"

But Morris stretched out his hand mercilessly and pressed Grove's chest so that he could not hug himself.

"Grove."

The brother of the Brotherhood just nodded faintly, and pushed Grove back behind the counter slowly but irrefutable.

The latter can only show an awkward and nervous smile.

Cohen's eyes widened.

"You... Didn't you say that you didn't know you? You and the scum of this brotherhood!" Cohen said angrily.

But the two greeting him ignored him.

"Hai, welcome, Morris, you, uh...is there anything special?" Grove looked nervously at the fat man with an indifferent face, and his words revealed humble and flattering.

"Relax," Morris squinted and patted the drugstore owner on the shoulder. "Old man."

"I'm here for a walk."

Grove was shocked when he was photographed, and then reacted and smiled:

"Of course, of course!"

"Come on, just take a walk! Honey, clean up the ground! Then bring out your pie!"

Grove's wife nervously grabbed the broom beside the shelf.

But Morris grabbed the boss by the shoulder!

"Don't bother, take a look with friends, and leave in a while." Morris said calmly.

But the more indifferent the brotherhood boss, the more frightened Grove.

"Okay, okay..." Grove waved his wife back, cautiously approached Morris, first looked at the bulging Cohen, and then pointed to the young man on the side of the shelf in a trance:

"This...what's going on? Why is there a police officer? And who is it?"

Morris raised his eyebrows and turned his head: Glover stood at the door and stared at him, his right hand kept holding the weapon, the warning in his eyes was not diminished.

"bodyguard."

The majestic fat man snorted:

"My friend's bodyguard."

Grove was taken aback: "Friend?"

"Ah, a kid," Morris turned his head and looked at the teenager in the shelf, with a deep meaning:

"And a'big' friend."

Grove blinked, watching the boy's eyes change.

He quickly shouted:

"Oh, uh uh, that customer is happy shopping haha!"

After that, Grove rolled his eyes, rubbed his palms, and laughed:

"It just so happens that you are here, Morris, who I want to pre-pay next month! Jenny, bring the money bag!"

Morris frowned.

"Party?" Cohen reacted faster, suddenly annoyed:

"Hey! In front of me, you dare to collect protection money—"

Grove turned to the guard, serious:

"What, what, what protection fee, don't talk nonsense! This is the money I owe a friend, I just pay it back! Pay it back, understand!"

"Repaying the money? Are there any ‘partners’ to pay back?"

Cohen jumped to his feet, and then worked hard:

"I'm telling you don't be afraid, the guard is here to be fair for you—"

On the other side of the shelf, the shopkeeper’s young wife walked tremblingly:

"But, my dear, the guys from last month didn't just turn in..."

Grove seemed to have found a breakthrough, and turned back fiercely:

"Where is so much nonsense, scumbag!"

His wife shrank a little by his yelling.

"Morris is our good friend, how can I care so much!"

Grove's face was broad and he waved his hand:

"Just get it!"

He then turned his head to look at Morris with a complicated expression, becoming friendly and pleasing again.

"Hey! Do you think I don't exist!" This was Cohen who was furious.

"But our income this month..." This is poor Jenny.

boom!

Morris slapped the counter. Suppress all the sounds at once:

"As I said!"

Morris looked around, and the fraternity boss's eyes were powerful enough to force everyone to shut their mouths.

"Grove, I'm just here for a walk."

Morris smiled and put his palm on Grove's shoulder:

"Relax."

The pharmacy owner nodded subconsciously, but he obviously couldn't relax. Instead, he was fidgeting under Morris' palm, sweating coldly.

Morris lifted his lips and chuckled softly:

"We have rules: Since it is the money for next month, then pay it next month."

Grove exhaled.

Morris glanced at Cohen from the outside light:

"Or not?"

As soon as this statement came out, Grove's cold sweat broke out again:

"Huh? I'm not this..."

But Morris smiled softly, released him, turned around and stepped between the shelves.

Keep up with the pace of the boy.

"rule?"

Cohen leaned to the counter, gritted his teeth in disbelief:

"Hey! Grove, you don't have to hand it in, don't be afraid of him! I promise, as long as you are willing to testify against Morris gang's criminal behavior, bullying and blackmailing, I will definitely send him to prison..."

Grove, who was frightened and at a loss, looked at him ignorantly.

At this moment, another figure passed the counter lightly, but brought a hint of chill for no reason.

Grove flicked!

"Hi, Leyok!"

Grove looked nervously at the backs of people passing by, forcing himself to smile:

"The wound medicine sent last time still works..."

But Quiet Killer didn't even look at him, he just walked over the counter to keep up with his boss.

Leaving Grove's greeting palm stretched out in the air awkwardly.

Cohen looked at Leyoke's back, then at the startled Grove, feeling that what he had said was all in vain.

He chased the Silent Killer angrily:

"No, you did it on purpose! I tell you, Leyoke, you have three unresolved murder cases. Wait for my colleagues to find evidence..."

But Leyoke didn't even look at him, his face blank:

"Give me a favor, I'm going to the kitchen to eat pie."

Cohen was startled:

"Eating pie? You, you really came to encroach on people's wealth—"

But before he could do anything, Glover next to him covered Cohen's mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm! Don't—I want—Woo!"

The zombie did not change his face and pushed and bumped, squeezing the guard into a dark corner.

The shop finally calmed down.

At this moment, beside the shelf on the other side, the teenager who had been visiting the Grove Pharmacy in silence suddenly turned around and stopped the boss's wife.

"Your name is Yanni, right?"

Just aggrieved, the lady boss who was bowing her head to sort the shelves was surprised and raised her head.

"Yes, yes, this... guest, can I help you?"

The teenager who visited leisurely-Thales saw the other side's appearance clearly. It was a young woman with gentle brows and eyes.

"Are you a helper here?"

The young lady boss obviously knows that the people in the shop are from the Brotherhood. She hasn't recovered from the atmosphere just now, cautiously and authentically.

"Yes, I, I have always been a helper here..."

Across the shelf, Thales looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young woman in front of him, with a moment of confusion in his eyes.

"But the boss calls you ‘Honey’, and there is ‘Smelly Lady’?"

Thales felt that Morris was walking across the shelf and approaching them, and the others in the shop turned their attention to their strange conversation.

But Thales didn't care.

Jenny looked back at her husband on the counter slightly-Grove was panicked again-glanced.

"I...I am his wife. I married him a few years ago."

is it.

Thales looked at Yanni in front of him softly but lostly-the helper Yan in the pharmacy who often helped beggars when she was a child, distributed food and medicine, and even warm clothes. For this reason, she was spotted by the boss and beaten and scolded more than once. Ni.

And that stingy, vicious-hearted, ugly and smelly pharmacy owner.

Thales lowered his head, a dullness in his heart.

[I... I am his wife. Married to him a few years ago. 】

Things are wrong.

But not all have a happy ending.

The prince raised his head immediately.

"Did you know, Jenny, you are beautiful and young."

Yanni was startled and taken aback:

"Ah I……"

But Thales thought of the past, and her eyes were extremely warm:

"Gentle and kind, hardworking and capable."

Yanni blushed first, then nervously glanced at the people around her, shaking her head in a hurry:

"No, no, I..."

But Thales did not wait for her to speak, and continued:

"And your husband, he is old and ugly, his mouth is full of yellow teeth, he has a strange temper and has a bad temper."

When I was young, I came here to "do business" by myself, but I was beaten and scolded by him.

Grove on the counter heard these words and froze in place.

Yanni also seemed to be frightened.

But Thales was serious, and said to her every word:

"Listen: he is not worthy of you."

Yanni's complexion was even redder, and her head lowered in a panic.

Just now.

"Hey!"

A fat figure inserted between the shelves also interrupted the weird conversation.

"Why don't you clean up the shelves over there, Jenny? Some dust."

Morris smiled honestly.

As if receiving an amnesty, Jenny hurriedly avoided Thales' fiery gaze and hid to the other side.

The fat guy from the Brotherhood snorted when he looked at the figure of the lithe lady boss going away:

"I think that characters like you are here not to go shopping or to tease women?"

Thales sighed and turned to face Morris:

"What if it really is?"

Morris's expression changed, passionate:

"Then Xiacheng District and the Brotherhood welcome you at any time!"

"The same goes for Red Square Street."

Morris laughed and closed, his eyes gleaming:

"After all, not every noble person is happy to see mud in his boots."

Thales stopped paying attention to Grove and Jenny who were whispering, and replied with the same profound meaning:

"Mud is the foundation of building a house."

Morris picked up a can of potion and threw it away, shrugging:

"But for some people, the house is built so that they don't see the mud."

Thales sneered coldly, grabbed the potion in his hand decisively, and placed it in place carefully:

"Then their house will collapse sooner or later."

Morris was a little surprised at the boy's movements.

"Please forgive me," the fat man said apologetically:

"My sister's culture, I don't understand it."

Thales suddenly said:

"It's not just your family."

Morris's ears cocked:

"Ok?"

I saw Thales lifted his head and looked at the sights that were once familiar but now unfamiliar:

"It's not just you. During this period of time, the Blood Bottle Gang was also manipulated, and many financial resources were cut off inside and outside. For example, they started selling alcohol, such as smuggling, such as the food market, such as ironmaking. , And they have a deep relationship with the nobles and officials, and are closely connected with the market on the bright side, and are more affected."

Morris looked back, and he swept his head back, staring at Grove and Jenny who were watching here on the counter, so that they shrank their heads in horror and dared not listen.

The fat man looked at Thales and whispered:

"I don't understand..."

"Of course you understand," Thales interrupted, walking to another row of shelves:

"What did Belicia tell you? Who kidnapped her?"

Morris's eyes narrowed, alert.

"So, are you here on behalf of the Kingdom's Secret Division?"

"Or simply, this matter is out of your instruction, the Kingdom's Secret Branch is just following orders?"

Thales smiled.

"Look, you understand."

But Morris's face changed. He stared at Thales coldly and shook his head.

"I'm so flattered and flattered."

The fat man thought silently, where did he or the Brotherhood offend the little prince?

Or maybe Black Sword offended him in Longxiao City six years ago?

Is it worth he launching secret science to seek revenge?

What kind of grudge?

Thales looked at the effect and shook his head easily.

"On the contrary," the prince stopped in front of another row of typhoid medicine shelves, and said seriously:

"I have nothing to do with Secret Science, and they don't know: I came behind them."

Morris glanced.

"you sure?"

The fat man was suspicious:

"Secret Science is all-pervasive..."

"I'm sure." Thales turned decisively and interrupted him:

"When I said they didn't know..."

The prince's expression was sharp, and he couldn't refute:

"They dare not know."

Morris was silent for a while.

"You are very confident," he stared at Thales' face intently.

"Just like countless opponents who fell at the feet of the Black Prophet."

Thales was also silent for a moment.

The opponent who fell at the feet of the black prophet...

For some reason, he suddenly remembered many people: King Eddie, Crown Prince Midil, King Nunn...

"I don't know the Kingdom's Secret Science, and I don't know what the Black Prophet has with your'Sleepless Eye' Lancer," Thales reorganized his thoughts and spoke again, but Morris frowned again:

"But I know that your relationship is complicated and you are in a delicate situation."

Thales fixedly stared at Morris, feeling the fantasy of the status change of the two sides six years later, while trying hard to dig out something from the eyes of the brotherhood boss.

"If Lancer doesn't like the Black Prophet," the prince said lightly:

"Tell him I don't like it either."

"This should be the basis of our dialogue."

Morris thoughtfully.

Thales turned around, no longer caring about the fat man, but walked to the counter and reopened the previous conversation.

"He forced you?"

"Ah!" Yanni at the counter was startled, only to realize that the young man whose eyes were so hot that she couldn't bear it, had found her again.

Thales stared at Grove behind the counter, and suddenly found that the other party was looking at him while looking at Morris behind him. He had already shrunk into a ball with fear-no longer the once vicious and petty boss. Image.

"You used to be a helper here, and he was the boss. So, he forced you to marry him?"

Jenny was stunned.

Thales stared sharply:

"For example, if you don't marry him, you won't have a job?"

Grove behind the counter shuddered:

"Do not--"

Seeing her husband's fear, Yanni also recovered her senses and said in a trembled voice:

"I, of course not!"

"Me, I am voluntary."

"Volunteer?"

Thales increased the volume, staring at Grove, but there was a condescending illusion:

"You could have had a better choice."

"It doesn't have to be him."

Cohen, who reappeared from a hidden corner, happened to encounter this scene, and he was taken aback for a second: "Huh?"

Grove was about to speak, but when he saw the size of Cohen and Glover, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

Jenny bit her lower lip and grabbed her husband's hand:

"me--"

Thales turned his head and looked at Jenny's eyes softly:

"Just right, I need a maid."

"You can have a better job, a better life, a more decent environment, and even a better home."

Jenny was stunned.

Grove's face suddenly became earthy.

Thales laughed:

"how do you say?"

Cohen reacted to what had happened.

"Hey, Tai, uh, Huaiya," the guard said with an incredulous expression.

"I'm going to talk about it, you're a robbing girl like this..."

But he could not finish.

With a look from Thales, Cohen was once again covered by Glover's advantage by grabbing his mouth, dragged into the corner, and became silent again.

At this moment, another spoiler's voice came from behind.

"Ahem!"

"Thai, Dian, Wang, Uh," Morris coughed, finally finding a suitable title:

"My little friend!"

He came forward with a smile on his face.

"You know, our customs here are different from those in the North, so we don't have this fashionable..."

But Thales ignored him, just staring at the dazed young woman.

"What do you say," the prince whispered:

"Jenny?"

Yanni was stunned. Fear, surprise, countless emotions flooded at the same time, as if she couldn't react.

Morris frowned, and Grove on the other side was about to cry.

"Don't worry, think about it slowly."

"I'll go shopping for a while."

Thales smiled openly and turned back to the shelf.

Morris frowned and looked at Jenny and Grove, then at Thales.

"why?"

The fat man kept up with Thales in an unhappy tone, revealing the unhappiness of the boss' authority when he was interfered.

Thales in the shelf didn't look back, chuckled lightly:

"I like."

Morris took a few deep breaths and his expression returned to normal.

"No, I'm asking..."

The fat man squinted his eyes and showed the shrewdness of a businessman:

"Why did the Black Prophet do this? What does the Kingdom Secret Branch want?"

"The intelligence agency of the dignified kingdom, instead of spying on Exeter's military trends, and understanding the political trends of the Three Kingdoms of the Mist, instead of mobilizing manpower and material resources to engage in gang business on the streets?"

Thales looked back, feeling a little bit about the ability of the black boss to control emotions, the quality of which is comparable to that of a high-ranking person.

The prince watched him:

"You really don't know?"

Morris shook his head:

"It's like I don't understand, why would a dignified prince condescend to come to such a muddy place like us and'talk' with our muddy legs?"

There was suspicion in his tone.

Thales looked at him quietly, recalling the moment when the other party broke his identity.

Even if he was born in a grassy field and walked on the streets, there are people who cannot be underestimated.

Besides...

Strictly speaking, this is the Black Street Brotherhood.

It is the territory of Black Sword.

Black sword.

Thinking of the man who was so strong that he could shake the magician, Thales faded and did not dare to neglect.

"First of all, although the Black Prophet is alive, he has long been unable to arrange the specific affairs of the secret department."

The prince returned to the negotiating state and solemnly said:

"The successor is not well-known, but he is young, aggressive, and unpredictable."

Morris frowned, rubbed his chin and began to think.

"Secondly, we all understand that maybe the Black Street Brotherhood has risen too quickly, and the staff is mixed, and maybe the blood bottle help is hard to get up and down. The forces are not as good as before..."

Thales looked cold:

"But you, neither of you are simple street gangsters."

"Whether it is Black Sword or behind the scenes of the Blood Bottle Gang."

Morris rubbed the fingers of his chin.

This **** prince.

How much does he know?

"As for why Secret Branch did this, why did it attack the two gangsters closer to the bottom, I don't know."

Thales stood coolly between the shelves, folded his arms:

"I neither care nor care about the details of Secret Science's operations."

Dislike it even more.

Morris rolled his eyes:

"do not know?"

He sneered:

"Then what are you going to talk to me? What can you do for me?"

"You came here, really just like an ordinary dude, just put out a few ruthless words, go shopping, see the scenery, molested and molested women?"

Morris glanced at the counter, revealing a fleeting viciousness:

"A day trip to Xiacheng?"

But Thales smiled,

"I'm looking for medicine."

Morris had a meal:

"what?"

"You know, winter is coming again," Thales sighed.

"Prepare your clothes to protect you from the cold, and prepare medicine to cure diseases."

Morris was silent for a moment, then smiled again, looking tacky and straightforward:

"Don't play dumb riddles, we are really sister culture."

At this moment, Thales suddenly looked up and said loudly to Jenny who was whispering to Grove:

"Are all the typhoid medicines here?"

Jenny and Grove were taken aback.

"Yes, yes, some are in the warehouse..." Yanni said tremblingly.

Thales gave a smile:

"well."

The boy lowered his head again and picked up the goods.

Morris raised his head, frowning:

"You don't look like you have typhoid fever."

Thales nodded, then shook his head: "It's not like it for now."

Morris snorted:

"And there must be no shortage of doctors in the palace."

Thales hummed, and suddenly said:

"why?"

"For the past six years, you have grown every inch in the fight with the Blood Bottle Gang and won every day. Have you ever wondered why?"

Morris was taken aback.

"You, the Black Street Brotherhood has only risen for more than a decade, as a spontaneously organized, um, non-governmental organization with no roots and foundations," Thales raised his head, serious:

"Why did it develop so smoothly?"

Hearing news about him, Morris became serious again. He thought for a moment and sneered: "We are young, better organized, less burdened, stronger willed, and strategically farther."

He stepped forward:

"Also, six years ago, we had a big fight on Red Square Street and helped the blood bottle—"

But Thales shook his head decisively and interrupted him:

"Do not."

Morris stopped.

I saw the prince also step forward, meeting Morris's eyes, decisively:

"Because the kingdom needs you."

Thales slowly said:

"The situation needs you"

"The era needs you."

Morris was stunned.

what?

Kingdom needs?

But Thales didn't give him a chance to ask back, turned and continued:

"As an underground power entrenched in the kingdom, and black gloves that are not afraid of dirt, for decades, the Blood Bottle Gang has been unclear about the tycoons of many places, and the transfer of benefits and the **** of relationships are deeply rooted."

Speaking of this, Thales' eyes must be:

"For example, the Iris family of the South Bank: Kevin Deere."

Morris thoughtfully.

Thales stopped and examined a can of typhoid medicine.

"Yes, between the king and the princes, between the center and the locality, between the capital and the whole territory..."

Thales' gaze gradually became ecstatic:

"The Blood Bottle Gang, which started smuggling through the border, chose or fell on the side with the widest range of influence and the deepest foundation, but also the hardest to be cleared."

"Being a pioneer is to be blessed by others."

Thales stared at the potion in his hand:

"This is something I only wanted to understand after years of entering the political situation."

"It's also the reason why they have built a lot of roots for decades, and have been hit hard by the kingdom officials many times, but they are still flourishing and standing tall."

Morris did not speak, but frowned and thought deeply.

"Otherwise, in the'One Night War' six years ago, you would have snatched the entire Red Square Street long ago, and you could even pursue the victory and grab more," Thales put the potion back, remembering the experience that changed his fate that night , Sneered:

"Why vomit back half of the grabbed site, and make peace with the badly injured blood bottle gang, and rule by demarcation?"

Morris scratched his chin, his confused eyes cleared:

"It sounds interesting."

"It's more fun to play." Thales said decisively.

He turned around abruptly and looked directly at Morris.

"Although they are both gangsters, walking on the streets and dying blood, but the blood bottle gang is deeply rooted in the great cause of the blood bottle gang, and the fraternity started from the grassroots and untouched," Thales' eyes were piercing, as if burning the air:

"It stands to reason that you cannot be their opponents-when the referee and the dealer are on the same side, you are still playing a fart."

Morris pursed his mouth, his face serious.

"But we are winning." He hissed back.

"Yes." Thales nodded and admitted.

"You are winning!"

But his eyes became sharper immediately, and his words became bladed, his words like a knife:

"Nothing else."

"Because of a series of things that have happened in recent years..."

If the voice of the Duke of Star Lake is magical:

"Because there are already someone who succeeds the throne..."

"Because the royal rule gradually stabilizes..."

"Because the political situation of the kingdom has gradually become clear..."

"Because the national power of the stars is recovering..."

"Because of the inevitable decline of the Kingdom of Exeter..."

"Because the border is no longer turbulent, the stars have to be relieved..."

"You can win."

Thales is decisive:

"In six years, even in the eighteen years after the Scarlet Year, the whole star's chess situation changed suddenly and offensive and defensive."

"Central, South Bank, North Border, East China Sea, West Wilderness, Blade's Edge, when the traditional tycoons in these places bow their heads and subdue softly, or restrain themselves, or fall down with exhaustion..."

Morris was a little careless at first, but as Thales' words deepened, he gradually became serious.

"When food, agriculture, sea trade, iron smelting, wine industry, salt making, tobacco, these huge profit chains that were once scattered all over the border were reorganized and redistributed because of the impoverishment of the royal family and the great chaos of the kingdom..."

"When a place like Bladeya camp, when the local lord and noble official power, with the royal standing army and the king official, shuffle the cards again and again, never going back..."

Morris' brows waved back and forth and couldn't stop.

"When the blood bottle gang that has been drawing the gray nutrients from these cavities, when they lose their local relationship and umbrella, when they lose their source of flesh and blood and food, when they lose their backing and confidence..."

"When they wrote the letter asking for help to the Kevin Deere family, as Iris regained his surrender to the Nine-pointed Star and never returned, it fell to the sea..."

Thales' voice became calmer and heavier:

"Hundred-year-old'yakuza nobles', the blood bottle gang, how can they remain weak, immortal, and not falling?"

He stared at Morris's already visibly shaken eyes:

"You, new challengers, how can you not win steadily and grow stronger every step of the way?"

Morris swallowed, his brows serious.

Thales turned his eyes, exhaled, and looked at the small drugstore, and he knew that it was an exquisite decoration made by the hostess:

"After the chariots of the kingdom run over, you, the Black Street Brotherhood, as the representatives of the desire and struggle of the bottom of the kingdom, as a new underground force without roots, as the official department that has long been eroded by the local nobles, the most Irregular supernumerary forces..."

Thales raised his hand to him and slowly squeezed it in the air.

It seems to be crushing something.

"With the acquiescence of the king's power, the body after the downfall of the blood bottle gang can be eroded, naturally, it is logical and unimpeded, and it will become more and more ruined when it happens."

Morris stared at Thales's hand blankly.

"This is what your Black Street Brotherhood has been able to completely shake their underground hegemony and usher in the truth of the golden age in more than ten years."

Thales' fist snapped, as his voice tightened:

"You won, for nothing else."

The prince looked like a sword, and stabbed silently:

"Just because-the kingdom needs."

8 to 2. I am not going to make this score even in the youth team! Alas, Ye Qingjie.