Kingdom Bloodline

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"Therefore, Belicia, you are not a woman who is willing to be subordinate, and you cannot be possessed by anyone."

"Including the Black Street Brotherhood."

Raphael stared thoughtfully at the woman lying on her side on the table. She was lost in thought, futilely tugging at the handcuffs attached to the table leg. Beneath her graceful curves, she possessed a unique, languid, and nonchalant charm.

“Of course, no woman willingly submits; all possession is not voluntary,” Belicia glanced at him coldly.
Even those women who think they are doing it willingly and are used to being dependent.

The Bone Man glanced at the one-way glass.

Thales noticed that the Black Prophet beside him was laughing silently, causing the vines on his knees to tremble back and forth.

Raphael opened the documents at hand and returned to the topic:
"Then perhaps you wouldn't mind telling me why the Brotherhood's 'population flow' from other places to the capital has been so active in recent months, especially targeting those immigrants from the north?"

Belicia, who seemed to have given up resisting, suddenly had a flicker in his eyes.

The alluring little vixen rolled over on the interrogation table, bringing her long, alluring legs, clad in stockings, to Raphael's side.

It feels as comfortable as stretching on your own soft bed.

“What’s so strange about that? A few months ago, the northerners in Black Sand Territory were fighting a civil war, and many people couldn’t survive. Of course, they had no choice but to cross the border and flee south. All the other lands were already taken, and Yongxing City was the only place where it was easy to make money and there were plenty of jobs. Why wouldn’t they come?”

Civil war in Black Sand Territory.

Thales recalled the intelligence Gilbert had told him: while the prince struggled to return home, King Chaman took advantage of the city of Qiyuan's preoccupation with the Free Alliance to eliminate dissidents and ultimately become the most authoritative Grand Duke in the history of Black Sand Territory.

But Chaman Lumba will never be satisfied with this.

What he ignited was merely a spark on the land of Exter.

"But it wasn't just Exter; many Star People from the North also came to the capital through the Brotherhood."

Ignoring the jade-like legs crossed at his sides, Raphael continued:
"Especially women and children, a considerable number of them ended up under your control, receiving your 'survival training'?"

Upon hearing this, Belicia shook his head dismissively:
"Hmph, the same old routine again."

"I'm only responsible for taking care of the little flowers, nothing else—if you want to catch illegal human traffickers, why don't you go find 'The Ripper' Anton or 'Iron Heart' Rhoda, or at least Boss Morris?"

She provocatively poked Raphael's file with her toe:
"Or are you just too cowardly, only daring to pick on the weak?"

He coughed, sounding somewhat awkward.

"I know your club on Red Town Street is thriving, making a fortune every day..."

"We've also secured quite a few wealthy patrons with powerful backgrounds, so it's not convenient for us to directly raid their homes..."

Hearing this, Belicia, who was stroking herself, smiled even more broadly.

Raphael quickly composed himself and cut to the chase:
"However, health inspections, business license verification, employment verification, plus tax audits..."

Raphael put down the documents, his gaze sharp:
"It shouldn't be a problem to make you suspend business for two or three weeks for rectification."

The business has been suspended for rectification.

"Handsome young man," the woman's eyes suddenly cooled, her words carrying a sharp edge:

"You're so good-looking, you should cherish your youth."

The Bone Man snorted lightly, completely unconcerned:

"why?"

"Why look for those northern girls, those women from the north who are notoriously unpopular with clients?"

Belicia stared at him warily and coldly.

“You can answer this simple question for me,” Raphael gestured politely to the lady.

"Or give up the revenue for the next two weeks, including the living expenses and cosmetics money of your little flowers."

The Bone Man appears exceptionally gentle and polite, yet his words subtly threaten to cut off one's livelihood.
The choice is yours.

Belica's furrowed brows, and her every smile and frown possessed a unique charm.

The fraternity's prostitute leader hesitated, stretched, and gave the interrogator a distrustful look.

Raphael returned her a bright, warm smile.

"Because it's popular."

Belicia hesitated for a moment, but finally answered with displeasure:

"Now, the patrons of the capital—especially the upper class—are all into enjoying the company of northern girls; they are very popular."

"He also specified that he had to be tall, have a good figure, and have a bad temper."

A girl from the North.

Thales had already anticipated this.

"How did you know?" Raphael glanced at the glass, seemingly casually.

Belicia gave him a disdainful look:
"You know? Do you even need to know?"

"Don't forget, our kingdom's 'North Star' came back from the north, and he's a master at picking up girls from the north."

Polaris.

Returning from the North...

Thales couldn't help but close his eyes gently, a bitter feeling welling up inside him.

Raphael shook his head slightly:
"I do not understand?"

"Don't understand? This is the kind of atmosphere he brought back!" Belisia spat, resentfully saying:
“Yesterday, His Highness the Prince reprimanded many noble ladies at the banquet and specifically requested that girls from the North accompany him—this is the evidence!”

Thales frowned.

"Wait a minute, don't you find that strange?"

Upon hearing such outrageous rumors, Raphael couldn't help but question them:

"A prince returning home and immediately seeking out prostitutes? At a banquet no less? And specifically requesting those from the north?"

Belicia glared at him, as if she had seen some rare creature.

"Strange? Ha!"

Belicia sat up, nodded at Raphael, and then tugged at the gleaming handcuffs on his wrists:

"What, do you think it's strange that someone likes tomboys from the North, compared to the various quirks of the brothel owners in the capital?"

Belicia snorted, her tone indignant:

"Anyway, they have power and influence. No matter how boring or stupid the things they do are, as long as they are different from us, they are good and worth following, right?"

Raphael leaned back, ignoring the veiled meaning in the other man's gesture as he showed him the handcuffs.

"So you just copied it? You just followed the trend?"

Raphael put on a stern face:

"What if he doesn't know?"

"What if Prince Thales didn't like the northern girl at all, and didn't even know about this?"

Belicia was taken aback, then waved his hand dismissively:

"Ha! How is that possible!"

How could he not know?

"He's a prince, surrounded by the smartest people in the entire kingdom!"

"If even we ordinary folks know this, how could he not know it?"

Thales shuddered.

Belicia approached Raphael, a wicked smile spreading across his face, and adopted a gossipy attitude:

"The only daughter of the Duke of the North, the eldest daughter of the Aarond family, is said to have secretly slipped away to Dragoncity to meet with the prince, and the two are quite intimate..."

This time, Raphael's expression tightened, and he pursed his lips.

Behind the glass, Thales felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Look? Long before the prince returned to the country, in order to get closer to his preferences and have common ground with him, the people in the capital began to gather information and change their tune."

Belicia said in a carefree manner:
"Now? They're not buying into that soft-girl thing anymore."

“These days on Red Street, goods from Exeter, even the rough-looking lads from the North, are in high demand—and girls from the North are even more popular, possessing both the looks of the North and the habits of the stars, and they are very expensive.”

Raphael remained silent, seemingly still processing the rumors he had just heard.

Belica didn't notice; she was somewhat unwilling to accept it.
"When it comes to us, the only thing we can do is meet market demand..."

Belicia scoffed dismissively and lay back down on the table.

"I just don't understand what's so great about those girls from the north. They're all as stiff as iron, their legs don't bend when they walk, and their hands are covered in calluses from rough work. You can't teach them anything..."

She stretched out on the table, displaying incredible flexibility, and flipped herself to a comfortable angle to face Raphael.

As she spoke these unrestrained and explicit words, Belicia lay sprawled out, a seductive smile playing on her lips:
"What, you like girls from the north too?"

The girl from the north.

Raphael frowned slightly.

A dashing figure crept into his mind.

Raphael snorted softly, not giving it much thought, and raised an eyebrow to turn to the next page.

Raphael didn't even look up, "Miss Belicia..."

Just then, Belicia's eyes flashed with a sharp light!
The next second, her long legs shot out with fierce force!
Thales was startled.

boom!
In just a second, the interrogation room fell silent again.

Thales stared intently: Raphael had firmly caught Belicia's whip kick, stopping it abruptly at the side of the latter's neck.

The Bone Man calmly looked up at one of the table legs: the handcuffs that should have bound Belicia were now empty at the other end.

When did you escape?

Raphael frowned and increased the pressure on his hand.

With her ankle restrained, the woman clenched her teeth, her face pale, and forced a defiant stance amidst faint moans:
"Damn it, you were too rough! Ouch, that hurts..."

Belicia turned pale and was on the verge of collapse.

Her right leg trembled, and the hem of her skirt slipped down to her thigh, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

The skeletal man instinctively turned his gaze away.

But Belicia's eyes turned cold, and his left leg, which was supporting him on the table, kicked out like an arrow!
Clearly, this woman is not only an outstanding actress with amazing charm, but also possesses a hidden skill that should not be underestimated.

Unfortunately, she ran into Raphael.

Boom!
Once again, Raphael caught Belicia's calf securely.

With a blank expression, the Bone Man pulled down a lever, and another pair of handcuffs appeared in his hand, which he used to cuff the woman's ankles to the diagonally opposite table leg.

"Hold!"

Amidst Belicia's curses, Raphael moved with ghostly speed, seemingly anticipating her movements, and dodged her hook punch after her somersault.

The Bone Man displayed unparalleled skill and awareness, and with a single strike, he once again pinned her arm down, pressed the struggling woman back onto the table, and firmly handcuffed her back to the shackles she had broken free of.

The woman's attempt to ambush her ultimately failed.

"What is he going to do?"

Thales asked Morat uncomfortably, "Interrogation techniques are one thing, but this is also..."

But the Black Prophet simply gestured for him to be quiet.

The next second, Raphael moved away from Belicia's side, looking warily at what he was holding in his left hand.

It was a woman's bra.

Private, sexy, and jet black.

Belisia looked at her chest, feeling the emptiness, and then stared blankly at Raphael.

Raphael carefully and gently unfurled Belicia's bodice, kneading and probing it inch by inch.

Before long, he pulled out seven or eight wires, five or six thin needles, at least three sharp blades, a small bag of powder, and many other gadgets that Thales couldn't recognize.

At that moment, Belicia's expression turned truly horrified and incredulous.

“This dose is enough to knock out three men,” he said cautiously, dipping his fingers in the powder and taking a gentle sniff. He could detect certain distinctive ingredients in the woman’s scent.
"Or yourself."

"It was truly impressive."

Raphael carefully placed these little trinkets one by one onto the chair:

"Of all the opponents I've faced, you're not the most formidable, but you're definitely the most difficult to deal with."

"Fuck your mother." Belicia glared at him through gritted teeth. Compared to her previous pretense, this time her hatred was truly pure and without flaw.

Raphael smiled.

“From just now until now, you have used your body to force me to look away multiple times, and then used the ‘little tool’ inside to unlock the handcuffs,”

Raphael lowered her bodice, fastened the buttons on Belisia's chest, and even straightened her collar:

"What, prostitutes teach this?"

After realizing the disparity in strength between them and the enemy, Belicia stopped trying to seduce and provoke them, but looked at the handcuffs on her hands and feet with considerable resentment.

"Young man, have you ever been a beggar on the street?"

She let Raphael straighten her clothes, and said coldly:
"Especially during the bloody years, when millions of people lost their homes and were displaced due to war, the most tragic, desperate, and terrifying group of beggars was born?"

Thales was taken aback by what he heard.

A bloody year.

A beggar.

Raphael's eyes narrowed as well.

“The streets are the best school.” Belicia stared blankly at the ceiling. “They teach you everything.”

Regardless of luck.

It's still cruel.

Just now.

click.

With a crisp sound, Belicia looked down in surprise.

The handcuffs on her hands were removed.

Raphael then walked to the other side and unlocked the shackles on the woman's feet.

Belicia sat up in surprise:
"What are you..."

“Stop,” Raphael released Belicia’s foot, helped her off the table, and said seriously, “Tell us about your ‘source’.”

"Stop your search for girls from the North immediately and return to your normal business operations."

"Stop catering to the preferences of your clients."

"that's it."

Belicia sat back in his chair, put on his shoes, and his gaze darted back and forth between the handcuffs and Raphael, seemingly confused about the situation.

But she tightened her chest, recalling the humiliation she had just suffered, then hardened her expression, raised her head, and gritted her teeth: "No way!"

"Go tell the Blood Bottle Gang!"

"They started it first! And only their supply is better than ours!"

Raphael was not angry; he simply sat back on the table and smiled at her.
"I assure you: they will stop."

"Within the capital, no one can put together such a competition anymore."

"As for the party that stops last, the Security Department—or the Finance Department, the City Hall, the Disciplinary Department, whatever you want—will be visiting them frequently in the coming weeks."

Blood Bottle Gang.

Belicia was taken aback.

She did not refute it further.

Finance and Taxation Bureau, City Hall, Discipline and Disciplinary Bureau...

and many more.

"who are you?"

Belicia came to her senses and began to examine the various details of the interrogation room:

"You don't ask about the Black Street Brotherhood, you don't ask about the inside story of our business, you don't seek out our clients, but you're particularly interested in strange and unusual things..."

She looked warily at the skeleton:
"Which jurisdiction are you a guard for?"

Raphael smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Belica squinted.

"At least have a name, right?"

Perhaps Raphael's act of releasing her lessened her hostility, but she no longer made any seductive gestures; instead, she became sarcastic.
"Can't I keep calling you 'handsome' in my mind forever?"

Raphael froze.

Thales raised an eyebrow behind the glass.

Raphael remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he made up his mind and raised his head:

"Cohen."

Raphael spoke with righteous indignation and unwavering conviction:

"My name is Cohen Karabyan."

Behind the glass, Thales' eyes widened.

“Go investigate my background, miss, and then decide whether or not to take revenge on me,” Raphael said coolly.

Cohen Karabyan.

Belica frowned slightly.

She scrutinized Raphael carefully, as if trying to etch his face into her heart so she would never forget it.

“Very good, Cohen,” the woman said thoughtfully.
"I won't let you go."

The woman stared fiercely into the eyes of the skeleton.

Raphael smiled.

"Then he... I'm really looking forward to it."

Belicia gave him a charming yet sinister smile before releasing him, then bent down without hesitation and lifted her heel.

"So, are you done causing trouble?"

"Now, Cohen, if you're not prepared to arrest me..."

But Raphael suddenly spoke up:

"A few years ago, there was a bar in the underground street not far from Black Street."

"But it changed owners after the 'One Night War,' do you remember?"

At that moment, Thales's eyes narrowed as he listened in!
"You mean, Sunset Bar?"

Belicia turned around suspiciously.

"That's the Brotherhood's Green Zone. More guys come and go there than I've slept with," the woman said dismissively, shaking her head.
"Can not remember."

Thales was stunned.

His memory seemed to fly back to a very, very long time ago.

When he was not yet a prince.

Those ones……

People and events.

Raphael pressed on:
"Is it true that the owner of Sunset Bar, the assassin 'Reverse Scimitar,' had a conflict with the Brotherhood and therefore broke with Black Sword and went far away?"

"I don't know, I'm not sure." Belicia said indifferently when talking about Sunset Bar.

Raphael hummed in agreement.

"Do you know why the boss and the fraternity broke up?"

Belicia straightened her clothes, gave him a disapproving glance, her expression a mixture of reproach and resentment:
"I told you I didn't know, but Boss Morris doesn't like us asking too many questions."

But Raphael laughed.

He stared intently at Belicia:

"I heard you have a good relationship with the bar owner's daughter, who is also the bartender?"

Belicia slowed down.

Thales listened intently.

Sunset Bar...

A conflict arose within the fraternity...

the most important is.

The boss's daughter...the bartender...

Do you have a good relationship with Beliccia?

The prince noticed that the Black Prophet beside him was watching him with great interest, as if anticipating this scene.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

It's no longer important.

Belicia took a deep breath.

"You mean that girl? Hmm, so cool, so refreshing, both cute and tempting," the brothel boss scoffed, his lips curling in a disgruntled tone.

"It's a real shame I couldn't get her into bed before she moved out."

Yara.

Through the glass, Thales stared intently at Belicia.

Yara!

Raphael ignored her ambiguous self-narration, his gaze sharp, pressing for the most crucial details:
"Then perhaps you know where they are?"

Belicia's gaze turned cold.

She turned around, meeting Raphael's gaze directly, showing no sign of weakness:
"I know—you, numb."

Raphael remained unmoved.

"Cohen, humph, what an idiotic name, just as idiotic as the person." Belicia reached into her clothes to adjust her chest, muttering disdainfully.

Thales, who was listening in, frowned and looked at Morat.

But the Black Prophet simply shook his head.

“I know that Lancer has trained you and insured you. With the ability of ‘Sleepless Eyes,’ he can ensure that you don’t know or can’t say the key things.”

Raphael took a deep breath and slowly exhaled:
“But go back and tell him.”

The skeletal man revealed a sinister smile:

"His family has high hopes for him..."

"Come home and visit often."

At that moment, Belicia was slightly taken aback.

She looked at Raphael in surprise, then at the documents in his hand and the files scattered on the ground.

Those long-standing cases that even the police department couldn't uncover.

In an instant, Belicia turned deathly pale and trembled slightly.

"You are, you all are—"

Raphael leaned back on the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.

But the woman quickly composed herself, trying her best to hide her panic.

"Maybe you should talk to him yourself."

Belicia stiffened, his previous composure vanishing.

“I will,” Raphael nodded slowly.

"One day."

Belicia bit her lip.

"Lord Lancer said," she stammered, clearly greatly affected by her emotions:

“His debts have long been paid off. He doesn’t owe you anything, and it has nothing to do with us.”

Raphael remained silent for a while.

His eyes slowly became frightening.

Tell Lancer that he paid the interest, but not the principal.

The Bone Man's voice was hoarse, and his next words sent a chill down one's spine:
"Knowing and keeping secrets is our department's responsibility."

Belicia's expression changed.

She swallowed hard and said forcefully:
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch, Cohen Karabyan."

Raphael smiled and handed her the black corset he was holding:
"You can go now. My colleague will see you out after you've changed your clothes."

Belicia stared intently at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"No need, keep it as a souvenir," the woman finally said, turning her head sharply and clutching her chest.
"I fucking love going commando!"

Raphael casually lowered the corset and nodded.
"Very well, then, I look forward to our next meeting."

Belicia gave him a cold look and spat out a harsh "Pah!"

At Raphael's prompting, the two burly men entered the interrogation room and showed Belisia the hoods they were holding.

But in the next instant, the woman smiled, as if spring had returned to the earth.

“Oh, handsome young man,” Belicia blinked and bit her lip gloss:

"I'm looking forward to it too, but let's not rush it."

Raphael's face stiffened.

"Of course, you and your colleagues often come to Hongfang Street to play too—remember, my club is called 'One Night Romance'."

Belica walked coquettishly toward the two burly men.

Raphael shook his head helplessly.

"And also, Cohen, if it were you personally..."

Belica's eyes sparkled.

She gazed at Raphael's icy yet undeniably handsome face, and chuckled as she wiped her lips.
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