Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 590 My Jurisdiction
Upon realizing that the person being attacked was a third person, the two fighters, after regaining their senses, were both stunned for a moment.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you to step back!" This was an exasperated Golov.

“You guys don’t look very good.” This was the gloating cloaked customer.

Their eyes met again, and their anger flared even more.

Before Thales could speak, Golov pounced again!
"Fuck you!"

The cloaked customer, not to be outdone, returned the punch with one of his own.
"I'll fuck you too!"

With a thud, the two burly men were entangled together again, fighting back and forth with great enthusiasm.

"Listen up, if your filthy hands dare to touch a single hair on Lillian's head again—hiss!"

"Does it hurt? Hehe, if you bother her again, this is—ouch!"

"I've never lost a fight since I was a kid—uh!"

"I've never been in a fight because nobody dares to fight me—ouch!"

"I've killed more people than you've slept with girls—wait!"

"The girls I've slept with are more numerous than yours—damn, no—wait!"

Looking at the unconscious Komuto lying on the ground, and the two men who were happily exchanging blows, Thales rubbed his face in exasperation, not knowing what to do.

The murmurs grew louder from the cracks in the doors on both sides of the corridor.

Just then, a loud and stern female voice came from afar:
"enough!"

"This is the Leia Club!"

For some reason, upon hearing this voice, the two people wrestling on the ground trembled simultaneously!
Thales turned around: a beautiful woman carrying a lantern approached, with a graceful figure and charming eyes, followed by a listless and sickly man, and Sisi with a well-behaved and innocent look on her face.

The moment this beauty appeared, not only did Golov and his opponent stop fighting, but even the whispers on both sides of the corridor quieted down.

The beauty moved with light steps and a graceful figure, but her face was as cold as frost. She walked to Thales' side (the prince quickly lowered his head) and looked at the two fighting.

"You, get out of the way!"

The beautiful woman spoke sharply and glared angrily at the burly man beneath the cloak.

But every smile and frown of hers possesses its own charm, even her anger carries a captivating allure.

The burly man raised his head and said sheepishly:
"Miss Lillian..."

The beautiful woman named Lillian frowned and said angrily:

"Get off!"

The big man quickly released Golov and scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state.

So this is the real deal, Miss Lillian, the top hostess at Leia Club?
Thales pondered.

Golov was panting, staring blankly at Lillian.

"you."

Lillian stared at Golov for a long time before speaking in a cool tone:
"Back off."

Golov's expression was complex, a mixture of excitement and shame in that instant.
“Lilian…”

Lillian's phoenix eyes widened:
"Back off!"

As if he had heard a military order, Golov quickly got up and retreated. Thales doubted that he had carried out Marius's orders so well.

Lillian then turned her head to look at the cracks in the doors that were open all over the corridor.

"Isn't anyone doing anything?"

Lillian looked around and shouted loudly:

"Then go find a man to sleep with!"

"If all else fails, use a woman!"

Before she could speak again, the girls behind the door started moving, and the sound of the door closing echoed one after another.

The dimly lit, ambiguous corridor fell silent once again.

Glov and the client hid their bruised and battered faces under their cloaks again, standing with their hands behind their backs on either side of the corridor like two children who had done something wrong.

Lillian raised the lamp, illuminating the painful groans of Komuto on the ground, and frowned.

She turned her head and gave instructions to the listless man behind her:

"Tink, help him up."

The man sighed and stepped forward to help Komuto up.

"Cheer up, buddy, no one can die in this club."

Golov also stepped forward to help the man support Komuto, calling out his name at the same time:
“Hey, Tinker.”

Tinker glanced at Golov and gave a smirk:
"You've come at a really bad time, Fatty."

Fatty?
Thales paused for a moment, staring at Golov, completely unable to believe the nickname "Fatty".

Tinker sighed:
“Granny Leia is sick with anger—the Black Silks have only been gone a short while.”

Golov frowned and said:

"Black Silk...you mean the Brotherhood? They've come looking for trouble?"

Tinker shook his head, unwilling to say more, his gaze towards Golov was distant and complicated.

After dealing with the group, Lillian turned around and looked at the third person standing with her head bowed—Sissi.

"Is it fun?" the beauty asked coldly.

"Huh?" Sisi looked up, her face full of surprise and innocence. "I, I was just trying to attract customers, you know, performance..."

"Pull your mother's head!"

Lillian erupted in anger, shouting:
"I shouldn't have let a spineless coward like you greet the guests!"

Sisi trembled violently, her face contorted with grievance, on the verge of tears:
"Sister Lillian, I, I..."

Seeing Sissi's pitiful state, Lillian's heart softened, and she sighed and waved goodbye.

"Never mind, let's get on with what we're doing—"

Sisi immediately stopped crying and started laughing:

"Hehe, sister..."

Lillian's eyebrows shot up:

"Get out of here now!"

"If you keep acting up, Granny will sell you to the desert sooner or later! To the Bone People to eat!"

Sisi dared not delay any longer, and quickly turned around and went downstairs. As she left, she did not forget to make a cute face at Thales.

As Thales observed the unfolding situation, he realized it was complicated and that he couldn't reveal his identity yet, so it was best to keep quiet and keep a low profile.

Golov and Tinker helped Commuto to Thales' side, let him rest against the wall, and then walked toward Lillian.

Golov took a deep breath and hesitated:

“Lillian, I just…”

But the next moment, Lillian slapped him across the face!

Snapped!
"Get out, get out!"

Lillian pointed at the stairs and spoke sharply, her voice distorted.

"You are not welcome here!"

Thales was startled.

Tinker looked at the beaten Grover, wanting to say something, but kept his mouth shut.

Golov touched the half of his face that had been slapped, looking at Lillian in a daze, but he did not get angry.

“Lillian, I…”

Golov was somewhat hesitant to look at Lillian. He took a deep breath and shifted his focus to the cloaked client:
"This guy, is he here to...?"

Lillian's brows furrowed, her expression full of anger:
"He's my man!"

Golov was speechless for a moment.

The burly man under the cloak shuddered and mechanically turned to look at Lillian.

"What? Him, him?" Golov stared blankly at Lillian, then at the big man, utterly shocked.

"Yeah, you didn't know, did you? He's a regular customer..."

The club's top hostess, Miss Lillian, was seen holding the burly man's arm, gently stroking it while deliberately giving Golov a disdainful sneer.
"He's so...so...so...so...I love him so much, he makes me feel so good every night..."

But Thales could feel that the big man became somewhat stiff under Lillian's touch.

"Ahem, yes! I am her man!"

Under Lillian's threatening gaze, the client mechanically allowed the woman to put her arm around his shoulder.

Golov lowered his head, clenched his fists, and trembled slightly under his cloak.

He took a deep breath:

"I'm not here to cause trouble."

Tinker sighed to himself:
"Hmph, better yet—you've caused enough trouble already."

Golov froze, instinctively taking a step forward, his gaze fervent and filled with guilt:
“Lillian, Tinker, I just came here…”

"She said it!"

The cloaked client beside Lillian subtly broke free from the top courtesan, grabbed Golov's shoulder, and shoved him backward:
"You are not welcome here!"

This time, however, Golov was in a daze and, without any intention of competing, was caught off guard and his back slammed against the wall when pushed by the other party.

The whip marks on his back aggravated Golov's breath, and he gritted his teeth and hissed.

Lillian's expression changed.

Tinker also noticed this and asked in confusion:
"Fatty, are you hurt?"

Golov took a deep breath and shook his head.

The john under the cloak rubbed his fist smugly.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself. Next time you'd better find a proper alias..."

But before he could finish speaking, Lillian turned around angrily and slapped him across the face!
Snapped!
The customer stood there, stunned, innocently touching his face.

what?
Thales frowned.

"You used such force?"

Lillian pointed at the panting Golov and glared angrily at the big man:

"you?"

The cloaked giant looked at Golov, and immediately felt aggrieved and bewildered:

"I--"

“It wasn’t him,” Golov gasped, speaking through the pain.

"This morning, my boss whipped me."

Lillian understood.

The girl looked at Golov with complicated emotions, and after a long while, she said fiercely:
"Deserve it!"

She turned around, pushed open a door, and went inside.

"You guys come in!"

"Tink, go get the first-aid kit."

The listless man frowned and said:

"But he..."

Lillian urged, "Go quickly!"

Golov shook his head:

"I've already bandaged it up..."

Lillian turned around, glaring angrily:

"Shut up!"

"Come in quickly!"

Golov immediately stopped talking.

Thales stood aside, finding it hard to believe that someone like Glov could have such a tender side.

"And the one who fell down, help him in too."

Thales quickly caught up and, together with Golov, helped Komuto into the room and let him lie down to rest.

Lillian pulled out a chair, forced Golov to sit down without a word, and skillfully ripped open his clothes, revealing bandages on his upper body—stained with blood.

Seeing this scene, Lillian snorted angrily:
"You...you're just a troublemaker!"

Golov lowered his head in shame and did not answer.

Like an obedient kitten.

Despite the stern reprimand, Lillian continued working, peeling off Golov's bandages and skillfully applying medicine to him.

"Damn it," the cloaked customer entered the room, rubbing his swollen chin as he looked at the bloodstains on Golov's body and exclaimed in surprise:
"You were injured when you fought me?"

“It’s not important,” Golov, with bruised eyes, snorted angrily when he saw it was him, refusing to back down.
Even if my head is chopped off, I can still beat you to a pulp.

The client scoffed lightly:
"I'll see how long you can keep up this stubbornness—"

Lillian looked up angrily and said, "Enough with the nonsense!"

The two of them shut up at the same time.

"As for you..."

Lillian glanced back at the cloaked customer:
"What are you still doing here? Don't tell me you really want to do business with me?"

Golov looked up warily.

The customer under the cloak shuddered. "No, no," he shook his head, chuckling, "Alright, alright, I'll be going now..."

The customer tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

What bad luck.

He shook his head, thinking to himself, when he inadvertently aggravated the bruises on his face, causing him to wince in pain.

at this time.

"Hey, wait a minute."

The customer looked down and noticed that the shortest guy had also slipped out and was standing beside him.

Thales frowned, scrutinizing the cloaked giant.

The burly man immediately straightened his expression, and the pain on his face vanished:

"What? Kid, trying to get revenge for your brother?"

He raised his fist and said fiercely.

Thales glanced sideways at the other man's cloak and crossed his arms:

"in the case of?"

The big man chuckled:
"Don't even think about it. With your build, you couldn't train for another ten years!"

The cloaked man waved dismissively and turned to leave.

Thales remained expressionless, gazing at the other's retreating figure, and spoke softly:
"Cohen."

The next second, Thales was pleased to see the cloaked figure suddenly shudder!
The burly man froze for a second, then straightened up as if nothing had happened and continued walking forward.

But Thales' voice rang out again:

"Cohen—Kalabyan?"

Sure enough, Thales saw the big man in front of him trip and barely manage to brace himself against the wall to avoid falling flat on his face.

It took a full three seconds before the cloaked customer—Lord Cohen, the big oaf Karabyan, a first-class guard of the West City Guard Bureau—turned around shakily.

"You...how did you tell?"

“I didn’t realize that,” Thales said, looking at him with disdain.
"It just looks familiar..."

"Just asking casually."

Then you confessed.

Cohen was stunned for several seconds.

He flung open his hood, revealing a menacing expression, and walked towards him:

"You, which noble family's brat are you?"

Thales stepped back, hiding his face in the shadows:

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know..."

But before he could finish speaking, Thales’s River of Sin sensed the danger and surged up spontaneously!
boom!
Cohen's arm came crashing down like a volcanic eruption, and Thales could only barely raise his hand to block the attack!
“Oh,” the guard snorted.
"The response is pretty quick."

But the next second, Cohen's offensive came in waves, with punches and elbows flying everywhere!
"and many more--"

Before Thales could even finish speaking, he had no choice but to keep up with the pace and defend against the guards' relentless attacks one after another!
Punches, elbows, and legs collided with muscles and the suffocating force of the punches. Thales finally understood what Golov had felt earlier—Cohen's attacks surged like a tidal wave, each wave stronger than the last, and he could only defend with all his might, with no time to retaliate.

The sin of the River of Hell roared madly, reflecting the countless, seemingly endless, and relentless power of termination within Cohen's body.

Within seconds, Thales and Cohen exchanged several blows, and Thales realized something was wrong.

This was Thales' first time fighting Cohen, and the first time he had directly experienced the opponent's immense and overwhelming power of ending.

Continuous and ever-renewing.

It is hard and powerful, swift and rapid, and difficult to resist.

It was so heavy that Thales couldn't breathe.

"Hmph, you think you can blackmail me just because you've seen through my identity? Blackmail the kingdom's guards?"

Cohen sneered:
"Think too much!"

Thies' defensive movements couldn't be paused for even a moment; it was suffocating.

Despite looking foolish and clueless, Cohen's movements were skillful and his strength astonishing, overwhelming him and leaving him powerless to fight back, only able to groan in pain after each exchange of blows...

If it were him before entering the vast desert, he would probably be defeated in one or two rounds.

Strange—Thales thought to himself as he painfully defended himself—according to Wyatt, wasn't this big oaf always weak in Exter, the one who got beaten up badly by everyone he met?
But when they actually fought, it was a completely different story!

Wyman, you lied to me!
“Let me tell you,” Cohen said smugly, watching the other man struggle helplessly in his hands.

"When your grandpa was dominating the North, beating those Northerners to a pulp and screaming in terror, you were probably nowhere to be found!"

After taking a straightforward, unadorned punch, Thales finally couldn't take it anymore, lost his footing, and crashed into the wall.

"Coming to a place like this at such a young age? Humph, I knew it. You spoiled brats, you never learn anything good, your heads are full of women..."

Cohen stretched out his arm and pinned Thales down firmly.

"If I were your father, I'd spank your little bottom hard..."

Cohen snorted and yanked off Thales' hood!

For a moment, the air fell silent.

The two looked at each other.

Cohen stared wide-eyed, while the boy looked utterly embarrassed.

Several seconds passed.

“Cohen,” Thales took a deep breath, “let me explain…”

but……

“Kid, you, um,” Cohen’s tone was first blank, then questioning:
"He looks... kind of familiar?"

This surprised Thales.

But he quickly realized that the lights in the corridor were too dim, and Cohen didn't recognize him.

Very good!
Thales broke free from Cohen's grasp and prepared to put his cloak back on.

But just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, letting in sunlight and illuminating the two people in the hallway.

The moment Cohen saw the boy's face, his eyes widened in shock!

“Hey, I’m going to the bathroom. Fatty lets you in—” Tinker’s head appeared in the doorway.

But when he saw the way the two were embracing, he raised an eyebrow and immediately changed his tune:

"Oh, sorry to bother you."

"You guys continue."

Tinker seemed quite used to this kind of thing; he expertly offered an apology and slammed the door shut.

The two, embracing and pressed against the wall, staring at each other, were left once again in the dimly lit, ambiguous corridor.

“You are…” By the light of the lamplight just now, Cohen finally recognized the boy in front of him, and he couldn’t believe it.

"temple--"

Thales was startled and immediately stopped him from calling out his name: "Wyatt!"

"My name is Wyman."

He looked around warily, constantly giving Cohen meaningful glances.

Cohen was taken aback.

But perhaps Cohen knew the real Wyman, or perhaps his brain finally worked up for once while he was also disguised, because the guard quickly released Thales and chuckled.

"Oh, Wyman! It's you, Wyman, my brother!"

Cohen patted Thales on the shoulder, acting like a close brother.

Freed from his restraints, Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the countless doors in the corridor and forced a smile.

"Haha, yeah, what a coincidence, Ke—"

"Lobik!" Cohen quickly called out, also stopping the prince from calling his name.

“I am Robick, Robick Dilla.”

The guard pointed to himself with an awkward smile.

Thales' mind raced, and he chuckled as well.

"Oh my, Robick, my big brother!"

He punched Cohen in the chest, and the two of them looked around warily.

To outsiders, it looked like two long-lost friends were excitedly reunited.

Damn.

How did I end up running into this big, dumb guy?

Damn.

How did I end up with this troublesome person?

As they exchanged glances, the two passionately patted each other's shoulders and chests, with a hint of subtle competition between them.

With a snap, the door opened again, letting in light to illuminate the corridor.

"Can I go to the toilet now—?"

Tinker, who peeked out from the crack in the door, saw the two men's hands on each other's bodies and immediately fell silent again.

"Damn, it's been so long," Tinker's expression tightened, and he impatiently pulled back, closing the door behind him.
Still doing foreplay?

The door closed, and Thales and Cohen came to their senses, awkwardly letting go of each other.

“Cohen, oh no, Robick, my brother.”

"This is Hongfang Street, what are you doing here?"

Cohen choked.

"Patrol, patrol?"

Thales raised an eyebrow:
"Ok?"

Cohen coughed and spoke with righteous indignation:

"Ahem! You know, I'm a security guard from the West City Police Department, from Red Town Street..."

"It's my jurisdiction."

Thales looked at him with suspicion.

But Cohen had a sudden inspiration.

“Wait a minute,” the guard said righteously, with the shrewd look of a political education teacher catching a student skipping class:
"Brother Huaya, what are you doing here again?"

Now it was Thales' turn to choke.

The prince paused for a few seconds, then looked back at Cohen with the same self-righteousness:
"Inspection."

Cohen's cheek twitched:
"what?"

Thales raised his fist and coughed through the center of his knuckles:
"Ahem! You know, I am the second prince of the Star Kingdom, the ruler of the entire capital..."

Thales looked up and said seriously:

"They are all within my jurisdiction."

Cohen paused for a second, then narrowed his eyes and glanced at him with disbelief.

Thales gave a fake laugh, then glared back at him with equally wide eyes, showing no sign of backing down.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

In the dimly lit corridor, the prince and the guard stared intently at each other, expressing their disdain and dissatisfaction with each other's words and excuses.

Just as the two sides were staring at each other, trying to force their opponent to show weakness and submit through intense eye contact...

With a snap, the door opened again.

"How much do you want—" Tinker's face appeared in the doorway, his expression growing increasingly impatient.

But when he saw the two standing face to face, gazing at each other with deep affection, he was immediately speechless again.

"Damn it," Tinker muttered, glancing at the two who were too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else, before finally swallowing his grumble and closing the door.

"She actually put her heart into it..."

Thales and Cohen then came to their senses, looked away, and both coughed.

But after the coughing subsided, the two looked up simultaneously and explained separately:
"You know, the Security Bureau occasionally needs to gather intelligence..."

"Well, the prince occasionally needs to inspect the common people..."

The two were talking to themselves, their voices mingling together, and neither of them paid attention to what the other was saying. They could only judge the progress of the conversation by each other's expressions.

Fortunately, they were remarkably in sync in this regard, stopping at the same point.

“Then when we meet this time…” Cohen tentatively began.

Thales understood what he meant:

"Isn't it necessary to spread this?"

The air was quiet for a moment.

A second later, they looked at each other, put on serious faces, and nodded emphatically.

The two reached out and clasped hands, reaching a rare consensus:

"Ok!"

boom!
This time, the door was violently and ruthlessly forced open.

“I’m telling you, it’s not like we don’t have any vacancies,” Tinker’s head reappeared in the doorway, “Can you stop standing here all the time!”

This time, his face was filled with anxiety, his fists clenched, and he was indignant.
"I really need to pee!"

(End of this chapter)