Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 679 The Knife-Wielding Bitch (Part 2)

boom!
At the critical moment, a short sword pierced down from above, accurately piercing through the strange object and pinning it to the table!
"Holy crap! What the hell is that?!"

The wanderer, Fogg, gripped his short sword tightly and frowned:
The strange weapon he had pierced was still moving, its six-limbed blades trembling back and forth like a spider.

The rise and fall took only two or three seconds, and many gang members only reacted at this moment. They stared at the instigator who had released the weapon, drew their weapons, and roared to punish him.

"Carrying out a sneak attack?"

"kill him!"

"Protect Big Sister!"

The Red Viper's men also shouted and drew their swords in response, and it looked like the two sides were about to fight.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and conflict was imminent.

"Hey!"

Just then, Catherine raised her sleeve and shouted angrily, "All of you, calm down!"

Catherine's authority worked, and on the other side, the Red Viper spread its arms, signaling its own people to exercise restraint.

In the corner, Zimicas crouched down nervously, covering his head, while Golov saw the full extent of Catherine's mechanical claws and instinctively turned to look at Rolf—Rolf was not equipped with a hidden blade today.

But he noticed that Rolf exhaled and loosened his trembling right fist.

"Calm down! Everyone back off!" As the two sides continued to hurl insults at each other, Fogg had no choice but to step in and maintain order.

Catherine squinted at the strange weapon on the table: it wasn't a roulette wheel, but rather more like a puppet, a puppet with six limbs and sharp blades.

It twitched on the table for several seconds before finally losing all strength and ceasing to move.

"This is... a chaotic divine weapon?"

Ferguson recognized something. He drew his short sword and pushed the doll in front of Catherine, not without doubt.

Catherine examined the doll for a while before raising her head to look at the gang member.

The latter pulled down his mask, looked at the doll on the table, and showed resentment.

"Little Red? What do you mean by this? Did you flip the table?" Fogg said in a deep voice.

The red viper glanced at Catherine and laughed.

"Please forgive me, young people are impulsive..."

Nekra then stepped forward and patted the gang member on the shoulder:

"I forgot to introduce you, this is Ping, from Su Ye, now working in Ice River City, and his business is booming."

He crossed his arms and snorted coldly.

"Ping? Su Yeren?"

Catherine squinted her eyes:
"What is your relationship with Song, the former 'Chaos God'?"

Ferguson's eyes flickered.

“What a coincidence, Ping and Song have the same teacher,” Nekra said with a smug look on his face. “Yes, he has the same superpowers and skills as Song, and he’s also a puppeteer—what, you miss Song too, don’t you? Back then, the Blood Bottle Gang had eight top executives, from the Joker to Wolf Warrior to Chaos God Soldier, plus Rube and Solo, each with extraordinary superpowers, each capable of standing on their own, how glamorous they were…”

“Song’s fellow apprentices, I didn’t realize, Xiao Hong, you really know how to find people.”

But Fogg's tone changed the next second:
“But I hope your neck is a bit tougher than Song’s, young man. I heard that back in the night on Red Street, Qin Cha ripped off Song’s head and used it as a football, along with all his puppets.”

Ping's expression changed drastically. He was about to lift his clothes again when the red viper stopped him.

“Not bad, Ping, you’ve got guts. The Blood Bottle Gang needs someone like you,” Catherine stared thoughtfully at Ping and Red Viper. “Of course, that is, if you’ve chosen the right person to follow.”

"It's not just him!"

Nekra was beaming with joy, seemingly forgetting that his side was at a disadvantage.

He reached out and patted a subordinate beside him who was dressed unusually and had an unusual hairstyle.

"Everyone, come and meet Dumuna, from the Duseri Grassland of the Eastern Continent."

The subordinate from the grasslands snorted coldly:
“Kiseri”.

"Oh, sorry, yes, Kisseri Grassland."

The red viper laughed:
"Dumuna is the sworn enemy of our old friend, 'Wolf Warrior' Karka. In other words, if Dumuna cannot tear 'Wolf Warrior' to pieces and tear his insides out in this lifetime, his soul will never be able to return to the Heavenly Father of the Grasslands."

“Kalka, cursed by the Father, took advantage of my father’s absence to abduct my mother and sister, bringing shame upon the tribe and family,” Dumuna said in broken Western Common. “After the defeat, he was cowardly and afraid of death, so he fled to the Western Lands, which the Father despised.”

“Then you probably won’t see the Father again—War Wolf is dead, and the Blood Bottle Gang doesn’t have that person anymore,” Fogg said in a muffled voice. “He probably died in a night battle, suffocated to death by that fat bastard Morris. It was a very humiliating and frustrating experience.”

Dumuna's gaze sharpened.

“That’s right. So when Dumuna traveled all the way to the stars a few years ago, he found that he had lost his target for revenge,” Red Viper nodded to smooth things over. “You know, that’s not good, it’s very bad.”

Catherine remained calm and simply began to scrutinize the people Nekra had brought.

"So, at my strong invitation, he stayed and served in the gang," Red Viper clicked his tongue. "Dumuna is determined to extend the oath of heaven to kill the person who prevented him from taking revenge, in order to maintain his dignity and complete his ultimate revenge."

Ferguson spat and shook his head: "Grassland barbarians."

“For this goal,” Nekra’s tone tightened, “he was not afraid of death, he spared no expense, even if it meant fighting the Black Silk to the death.”

The gang members in the warehouse all tensed up.

"Fuck Black Silk to death!" A violent and pained voice rang out from behind Red Viper.

“Ah, this is Dalton,” Red Viper said happily, turning to the side and pulling out a burly man with a messy head of hair and heavy breathing. “As you all know, back then everyone was afraid of the Joker, thinking he was crazy and mentally unstable, until one night of war, the Joker had his throat slit by that ‘Silent Killer’.”

"Fuck the assassin to death!" the burly man roared.

Red Viper blinked: "But, well, among those who survived the Joker's clutches, in that 'circus den' teeming with lunatics, at least Dalton is still alive—the bastards tortured him even more in prison, maybe even more."

In the corner, Golov was startled.

"Fuck the clown!" Dalton roared, clutching his face in pain, startling many of his gang members.

“And Dalton, I say,” Red Viper patted Dalton, “there has to be a goal.”

Dalton cried out in agony, "Fuck Black Silk and the Clown!"

A young woman beside him quickly pulled out a syringe and injected a vial of liquid into his body.

“He’s in this state, Xiao Hong, how could you do this to him?” Fogg said grimly.

The red viper smiled.

"Wait, didn't you say you used to be with the Joker? Do you know him?" Zimicas asked quietly from the corner.

Golov stared blankly at Dalton.

“That was indeed Dalton, but he wasn’t this…crazy before.”

Zimicas swallowed hard.

“The way these people are acting,” he said nervously, “I have a bad feeling—is it really going to turn into bloodshed?”

In the arena, the red viper was overjoyed:

"And ladies, have I not yet introduced Rubé's niece, this female apothecary who is skilled in poisoning..."

"Enough, Little Red!"

Catherine interrupted him, saying coldly:
"It's clear that you're quite restless."

Nekra laughed heartily.

"Those who came with me are all rising stars in the gang in recent years. They are energetic, have ideas, and have a promising future."

He blinked: "But it lacks the corresponding status."

"You mean territory?" Ferguson added dismissively.

“But most importantly, they all have a blood debt to settle with the Brotherhood,” Nekra patted Peace and Dumuna on the shoulders, one on each side. “They can’t back down, and they can’t wait much longer—for that, they are not afraid to die.”

Catherine stared intently at the Red Viper, and also at the desperados he had brought with him.

"Since it's not coming, what are you waiting for?"

Phantom Blade raised his sleeve claws, his expression unchanged:
"Do it."

The red viper grinned maliciously.

The next second, he instantly extended his arm and drew his knife, the tip pointing directly at Catherine!

Everyone tensed up, and many instinctively raised their weapons.

But Catherine remained unmoved. Facing the Red Viper's blade, she simply waved her hand behind her back, signaling to calm down.

The tense situation continued until the next second.

Boom!
The murderous red viper roared, and with a flick of its wrist, plunged the dagger into the table in front of it!
"Now that you've got the knife, stop acting like a big shot with victory in the bag."

Nekra spat and naturally released the dagger:

"Let's get down to business—damn, this knife is really awkward to use."

Looking at the blade that Nekra had pinned to the table, and then at his appearance, Catherine chuckled knowingly.

"As expected of you, Red Viper."

Ferguson scoffed from the side:

"You flexed your muscles and then dropped your weapon, cowering and admitting defeat. Tsk tsk, I almost thought you were the winner."

Catherine's men burst into laughter at the opportune moment, which only intensified the fierce glint in Nekra's eyes.

“Listen, Catherine, coming to Emerald City was my idea, but these brothers, especially the local ones, have suffered heavy losses and are desperate, which is why they came to me.”

“I said I’ll let bygones be bygones,” Catherine gestured toward the round table, “as long as you’re willing to move your butt.”

"That's not what I'm talking about."

The red viper snorted coldly:

“Now that you’re here, Catherine, it means that Fogg, as the local leader, can no longer solve the problems his brothers are facing. They’ve been killed by the Black Silk…”

“I have a suggestion, Catherine,” Ferguson said, casting a dangerous glance at the Red Viper, “How about we let bygones be bygones for some people?”

Red Viper ignored him: "But now, Knife Bitch, since you've taken back your position as the boss of Emerald City..."

“Emerald City is under the jurisdiction of Ferg, that's beyond question, and there's no need to sow discord,” Catherine said calmly. But Nekra continued speaking on his own:
"...So how do you plan to deal with Black Silk? Since you object to my suggestion to go and settle accounts with Black Silk..."

“You mean you oppose your usurpation?” Ferguson said coldly.

Nekra gave him a vicious look:
"...So, you bitch, how do you plan to stand up for the gang members, seek justice for the missing and unjustly killed brothers, and restore the prestige of the Blood Bottle Gang?"

The gang members looked at each other in bewilderment.

The red viper continued:

"If you come here just to scare everyone into licking your boots because of the crowd, then many of the brothers, especially those who suffered losses, will not be satisfied even if they endure it today."

He warned:

"Maybe next time, they won't be looking for me, but someone even more dangerous."

Phantom Blade sneered: "Oh, who in the gang is more dangerous than you, Little Red?"

Nekra clicked his tongue and shook his head: "You wouldn't know, would you?"

Catherine's eyes flickered.

His tone...

Has he reconnected with the magic master?

Which one? That disgusting female monster?

No, it's impossible.

“I know,” the Blood Bottle Gang leader turned to the surroundings and said in a deep voice, “These past few weeks, the brothers have been tense and panicked because you have suffered casualties but have no idea what happened.”

Gutierrez roared, "Is there even a question? You black silk bastards—"

But before he could finish speaking, Catherine interrupted him with a roar:
"I had already been to Beimen Bridge before coming here!"

Upon hearing this, the warehouse immediately fell silent.

Catherine glanced coldly at the gang members: "That's right, I went to the Brotherhood and met Lazanchi Fissor."

The red viper looked at her, somewhat incredulously: "Then how were you able to walk out unscathed?"

"Because I went alone, I showed them my sincerity and my courage."

Catherine snorted coldly:

"Instead of being a coward hiding in the crowd and stirring up trouble."

She turned to everyone in the warehouse and announced loudly:

"So I can tell you definitively: 'Alpha Wolf' Razanchi assured me to my face that they did not commit the murders of the past few days. He knew nothing about the murders and disappearances of the past few weeks, and the Black Street Brotherhood continues to abide by the ceasefire agreement as always, and even Black Sword himself cannot change that."

"That's good," Tommy, the kind man, breathed a sigh of relief. "I knew it—"

“That stinking drug dealer who sells medicine, of course he would say that!” Gamandia refused to believe it.

“Right, the Shadow Shield wouldn’t keep complaining about how they killed the royal family!” Sangare said unhappily.

“Oh, I almost forgot, you bitch, you and Razanchi Fisseau are old friends, right? You must be very close, really close.” Red Viper clicked his tongue.

“See, I told you so,” Fogg said, looking at Catherine. “Some people just aren’t suited to being given special treatment.”

“How do we know the alpha wolf isn’t lying?” Gutierrez said through gritted teeth.

Phantom Blade suddenly turned around:

"Because they are the same!"

Her angry shout intimidated the vast majority of people.

“Razanchi told me personally,” Catherine said coldly, “that in the past few weeks, at North Gate Bridge, many of his men—drug dealers, human traffickers, thugs, debt collectors, smugglers, and even immigrants from other places—have died or gone missing, just like us. The most recent one was even last night.”

Catherine's expression was resolute, her gaze serious:

"That's right, the Black Street Brotherhood is also under attack."

Everyone was stunned.

Glov and Rolf exchanged a glance and both frowned.

"What?" Good Tommy asked in confusion.

“Then…then how…” Jia Jia was completely baffled.

“I believe you, Boss. But then,” Roger hesitated, “who did we do this to? Who will the brothers seek revenge against?”

“Simple, just find the water ghouls,” Nekra scoffed.

Catherine glared at him.

“I know who it is,” she said calmly, “but I’m afraid that telling you would scare you.”

The leaders exchanged puzzled glances.

Catherine turned around.

"Tell me, Balta, with your all-pervasive abilities, what else happened in Emerald City while our Blood Vial Gang members were dying and disappearing one after another?"

The barber, taken aback by the sudden mention, chuckled in response to everyone's gaze:
"Um, are they having a jade festival these days?"

Catherine's gaze turned cold.

Balta trembled slightly:
"Okay, well, there were two other murders in Emerald City."

He swallowed hard.

"A wine merchant died in prison. Rumor has it that he was killed by an assassin hired by his enemies, but it is still unknown which gang did it."

“There was another wool merchant who died at his mistress’s house, supposedly due to a debt dispute,” Balta sighed. “Diop was a long-time customer of mine, in fact, a very generous one.”

Golov's expression shifted, and he listened even more attentively.

Franco spread his hands: "What does this have to do with us?"

Catherine stared at Balta: "Is that all the information you have, old barber?"

Baltay succumbed to Catherine's gaze.

“Well, that wine merchant, he has a close relationship with Prince Thales.”

"That wool merchant, well, he also has some kind of shady relationship with Kongming Palace."

Catherine, observing the emotions of those around her, pressed on with the question:
"Given that, what is your conclusion?"

Balta sighed.

“That second prince, although he came for a marriage alliance, he clearly doesn’t get along with Duke Jann,” he shook his head and said. “I think these two big shots are currently fighting for power in the Kongming Palace, and those two lives were just incidental damage.”

A murmur of whispers came from inside the warehouse.

"Big sister, what do you mean by this? Why are you saying all this?" Taremi asked, puzzled.

But Catherine ignored him and continued speaking to herself:
"Just now, I not only went to the North Gate Bridge, but I also met with a big shot from the Kongming Palace."

This sentence silenced everyone.

“As you know, this city, and even the entire South Shore Territory, has prospered and flourished under Kevin Deer’s rule for decades,” Catherine said in a deep voice. “And we have long been accustomed to cooperating with the Sky Palace, maintaining order, upholding the rules, using each other, and living in peace. Even the Brotherhood has not dared to act recklessly.”

“Until now. In these past few weeks, the reason why our people, including members of the Brotherhood, have died and disappeared so mysteriously is because someone has planned to provoke our anger and force us to break the rules—just like today, just like now.”

The brothers in the warehouse listened quietly, their emotions a mix of doubt, confusion, resentment, and annoyance.

“And once we lose our minds in panic and anger, and act recklessly, taking things to the streets and even causing bloodshed,” Catherine said clearly, “then they have succeeded: disrupting public order, causing unrest, and paralyzing the order on which the Emerald City depends for its survival.”

The red viper frowned deeply.

Roger shook his head: "I don't understand, boss. Whoever it is, what's the point of destroying Emerald City—"

He suddenly remembered something, and his expression changed drastically.

“Gutierrez, Roger, your boxers and thugs are no pushovers, and neither are your pack of vicious dogs, Sangare,” Catherine said in a deep voice. “Making them disappear without a trace and leave no clue is no easy feat. I doubt even Black Sword could do it.”

She turned to the leaders:
"To achieve this, one must either be an exceptionally skilled expert, a rare breed in the world, or a well-organized, disciplined, and resource-rich elite team."

The leaders, including Red Viper, listened attentively, deep in thought, pondering Catherine's words.

Phantom Blade's eyes flashed with a sharp light:
"At this moment, there is only one side in Emerald City with such strength and ability, such motive and need, and who does not care about Kevin Deer's rule and the safety of Emerald City."

Fogg shook his head slightly, incredulous:
"impossible……"

Catherine sneered:
"That's right. The reason we've been suffering casualties and daily losses these days, living in fear, anger, and resentment, is not because of anything else, but because we've been caught up in the political struggles of the bigwigs in the palace."

Upon hearing this, many people were stunned and held their breath.

The red viper's expression twitched.

"How...how could this be?" The wicked shoemaker, Jia Jia, stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

Catherine looked at everyone, slowly lowering her voice, speaking softly yet with the force of thunder:

"And that person who sits in the palace, who can mobilize vast resources and launch countless operations with just a few words and a few fingers, who can take the lives of our Blood Bottle Gang and Emerald City with a few laughs..."

Catherine's expression grew increasingly cold:

"It's this city, and perhaps the most distinguished person in the entire kingdom..."

"The Duke of Starlake, the second prince..."

"The first in line to the throne..."

Amidst the incredulous gazes of all her gang members, she spoke cautiously and softly:

"Polaris".

boom!
In that instant, the quiet warehouse seemed to explode with excitement, and the audience erupted in uproar.

"Damn it." In the corner, Golov punched the wall and couldn't help but curse.

"Brothers, the enemy is stronger than ever before. Facing life and death, it's time for us to end the fighting and unite once again," Catherine raised her voice, her tone imposing, resolute, and confident. "For the Blood Vial Gang!"

At that moment, Rolf looked at Catherine's confident demeanor and felt a chill run through him.

(End of this chapter)