Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Yongxing City, West Ring District, a simple and low-key but expensive carriage drove across the stone road and turned into the next intersection on the bustling street.

"This is Linhe Street, Hongfang Street is the next road, look, it's there."

Kongmutuo's voice came from the driver's seat through the small window in front of the carriage.

But Thales was not affected at all.

"Your Highness..."

Little cunning, imperial meeting, secret department, Anke, Gu...

In the bumpy carriage, the prince, who couldn't go home, was thinking sullenly, and didn't care to appreciate the street view of Yongxing City outside the window.

Whether it's the Fuxing Palace or the Secret Department, whether it's facing the king or the Black Prophet, depression and unhappiness are his key words today.

But what caught the boy's attention the most was Anke Bailar's words before he fainted.

【Hold on to your sword. 】

Thales subconsciously tightened his fists, only to find that he was unarmed and his palms were empty.

He lowered his head and stared blankly at his left hand.

But only the scar on the palm can be seen.

"Your Highness?"

There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and Thales came back to his senses.

In the carriage, Glover nodded to him and let go of the prince's shoulders.

"Are you sure we really want to do this? Red Square Street?" Kongmuto outside the carriage turned his head from the window:

"If Chief Mallos knows..."

He looked troubled.

Glover's expression remained the same, but his eyes expressed the same concern.

Thales adjusted the neckline of his newly changed clothes and sighed.

these people.

Even if he bears the title of Royal Guard or Xinghu Guard, even if he is the second prince and Duke of Xinghu, the second most honored person in this country...

But whether it's Kongmuto or Glover, even D.D, who has the best relationship with him, still has doubts about himself, right?

As for Mallos...

"You're right, then..."

Thales pondered for a second, then turned his head and shouted out of the empty window:

"Do you have any opinion, Mallos?"

Glover and Kong Mutuoqi were taken aback.

"Mallos? Your opinion?"

Thales repeated it, knocked on the wall of the car, and pretended to listen for a while.

"It seems..."

The prince turned his head, looked at the stiff Glover and the helpless Kong Mutuo, and spread his hands regretfully:

"He's fine."

Glover twitched his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Kong Mutuo could only show an unnatural smile, and turned back to drive.

Their carriage slowly drove into the main road of Hongfang Street, joining the ranks of other carriages and passers-by.

Immediately there was excitement outside the window: greetings, hawking, soliciting, cursing, and so on.

Draw Thales' attention from the past back to reality.

If you don’t look at other things, Hongfang Street is probably no different from other affluent parts of the West Ring District: wide main roads, neat houses, alleys extending in all directions, and crowded crowds.

But the number of entertainment venues here is unmatched by other places: pubs, hotels, gambling stalls, theaters, street stalls and roadside shops specializing in "good stuff", and of course, there are at least all kinds of red square street. "Clubhouse".

Looking out the window at the familiar but changed street scene, Thales couldn't help feeling a little crazy.

When he was still a beggar, Thales sneaked to Red Square Street more than once to "look for business", of course, it was in the lively and safe evening - it should be noted that beggars are no less sensitive to fixed sites than cats, dogs and gangsters Even the country, even if it's just living under the hands of different gangs.

But at that time, the beggar Thales was always mixed in the crowd, either being pushed and bullied, or always ignored with contempt.

This was the first time he sat in a carriage and visited this pleasure resort of Eternal Star City as an ordinary citizen or even a noble guest.

Kong Mutuoti took the reins of the whip—his work experience in protecting dignitaries gave him familiar driving skills—shuttled through the streets, ignoring the small brothels in the periphery and even the wandering brokers,

Go straight to your destination.

Along the way, they met many men: some were warmly greeted and sent off, some were at a loss for the first time, some were impatient to call friends, some were shy and stiff, and some were dressed plainly and sneakily , some dressed in fashionable and elegant manners, some came and went in a hurry on important errands, some strolled in the courtyard laughing and laughing.

There are also many women on the street: bustards full of fake smiles, women busy washing, disheveled female workers, maids hurrying on their way, poor girls dressed like boys running errands all over the street, and angry girls. The aristocratic lady who came to catch her husband home, and even the aristocratic lady who sneaked out in a carriage, hid behind a handkerchief and a fan with a red face and looked out...

And Thales and his carriage mingled among them, inconspicuous, without stopping all the way, and soon drove into the central block, entering a group of houses with luxurious decoration and shiny signs.

"Oh, sisters, there are guests! Look at the carriage, full of materials!"

The crime of the prison river surged, and a sweet voice invaded Thales' ears in an instant:

"Go make up! Tighten your corset!"

"My God, what kind of perfume are you, go wash it off!"

"Damn it, who took my erotic lingerie! It's a secret item hand-woven by Zawak tailor!"

"Be more heroic. Weak beauties are not popular anymore. We all like tough ones..."

In an instant, the three people in the carriage were like bees strayed into the flowers, and bumped into the most unnegligible and most eye-catching scenery in the whole Red Square Street—all kinds of beauties.

Thales swallowed subconsciously.

"This carriage must be another young master who sneaked out..."

"It's too early, it's not evening yet, it seems that he is very anxious, hehehe..."

They are all over the houses on both sides of the main road, under the porch, on the balcony, in the alley, behind the windows, hiding in every corner that you don't notice but really exists.

They are beautiful in age, beautiful in spring, charming in beauty, beautiful in every way.

"I came here at this point, I definitely don't want others to know...Hey, I guess, it's someone who likes to swallow swords..."

"Then wake up Donnie?"

"Farewell, he served three men last night, his front and back hurt, and he couldn't walk, let him sleep well..."

"Then, shall I tighten the bandages and change into men's clothes?"

"Bah, men's clothes are simple, but do you have a bottom?"

"How do you know? Maybe it's bigger than him!"

"Then... let me try first? Hey—"

"Oh, you're really here - let go! See if I don't scratch you, you little bastard -"

"Hahaha—fake tricks, we, we will never become men!"

"Hmph, so what, I'm fine like this, besides, men here are not as big as us..."

"Well, let me see, maybe it was rubbed by me?"

"Hey, you're still here—ah, the bra straps I tied so hard!"

Thales blushed when he heard this, and tried hard to keep his face tight.

Some of them are elegant and elegant, some are seductive and sexy, some are seductive, some are pitiful and frail, some are charming and charming, some are dignified, elegant and cold.

They either reveal their true faces in a blink of an eye, in exchange for the attention and exclamation of the guests, or laugh and hide their faces and retreat, evoking sighs mixed with expectation and disappointment, or gently pointing their fingers wantonly, arousing the eagerness and madness of the men .

"Maybe it's your good friend? The one who left you a family emblem and said he wanted to marry you?"

"You are so annoying..."

"Hmph, just another slanderous heartbreaker..."

"Or a foolish old hat who's been dazzled by love?"

They are like the wonderful elves in the forest in fairy tales, naughty and protruding, hiding and hiding, one after another, sometimes appearing and sometimes mysterious, sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes cold, sometimes affectionate and sometimes indifferent, sometimes The innocence and holiness sometimes scratches the head and poses, which tickles the hearts of the viewers.

It makes people wish they could let go of everything and go with it, go after the root of the matter, see the true face, enter the house, and kiss Fangze...

Snapped!

Glover stretched out his hand from the driver's seat, slapped blankly, and slapped Kong Mutuo back, who was so dazed that he forgot what was going on (also woke up the eye-opening Thales).

"Sorry, cough," Kongmuto said awkwardly, touching the back of his aching head:

"I've been here—of course because of business—several times, the afternoon is just the beginning, and the evening will be more lively..."

"Second-class security officer, Kong Mutuo," Glover said coldly, and moved to the car window by the way, blocking a beautiful young lady who was blinking softly at Thales on the second floor:

"Your Highness still has things to do."

"Of course, of course..."

Kong Mutuo apologized awkwardly, and turned his head to look at a few "local fellows" who surrounded him shyly as the carriage slowed down:

"No, we don't need a guide, we don't need an introduction, and we don't need... Hey! Don't pull my rein! Well, take the money and stop bothering us!"

The security officer sent away these hospitable "local companions" angrily.

Obviously, at this point, Kongmutuo is not lying, he is really not good at such scenes.

The carriage drove forward again for a while, turned a few corners, and passed a group of young nobles who were full of blood and commented on different girls and beauties.

Look at them, so confident, frivolous, and at ease.

Thales silently said to himself.

Not like myself.

Even though he was young, he was already heavily burdened on his shoulders, bound all over his body.

Twilight hides deep.

The young man laughed wryly at himself.

They drove out of the busy area, and Kongmuto stopped the carriage and pointed to the other side of the street:

"Look, that's 'One Night Affair'. It's located at the front end of the core area of ​​Hongfang Street. The location is good."

Thales poked his head out.

What appeared at the far end of his line of sight was a luxurious and atmospheric room full of people coming and going.

The brokers outside the house were flattering and enthusiastic, and the bustards on the steps were waving handkerchiefs and smiling happily.

Not to mention the beauties on the windows and balconies, which can be described as charming and full of flowers.

That's Belicia's...club?

A one-night affair?

But for some reason, the young man found it inexplicably familiar, yet a little strange.

"It's a little new," Glover frowned as he observed the exterior of the "One Night's Aventure" building, expressing his doubts:

"It doesn't fit in with the surroundings."

Kong Mutuo sent away another broker who wanted to introduce business, and his eyes lit up when he heard this:

"Of course, it was rebuilt on the ruins of an old chess room."

Former vigilante enthuses:

"On a certain night six years ago, two gangsters fought for the right to protect Red Square Street, and they made a big deal here—those sons of a bitch even moved out of Yongshi Oil. Startled."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He looked at the newly built clubhouse, compared it to the intersections around it, and slowly confirmed his memory.

No.

Six years ago, it was not an explosion caused by pereon oil that caused the house to be rebuilt.

He supported the car wall and told himself silently.

no.

Kong Mutuo noticed the unusual look on His Royal Highness, he hesitated and said:

"Before I get out of the car, may I ask what we are here for, Your Highness?"

"You can't really come... to find a woman?"

Glover looked around vigilantly, but his ears subconsciously turned to Thales, obviously wanting to know the answer.

"of course not."

Thales smiled mysteriously:

"I just need to confirm some things, some things that don't need to be rumored."

"Even for Mallos."

"Do you understand?"

The prince looked seriously at Glover in the carriage and Kong Mutuo in the driver's seat.

Maybe it was because of their status, maybe it was because of their compelling eyes, the two looked at each other, and finally nodded in unison.

"Well, you are the master, I have no right to comment. But if people find out that we came to Red Square Street..."

"Jian, believe me," Thales said to Kong Mutuo helplessly:

"You're not the first to worry about this."

"And I've been taught a whole day about it."

Kong Mutuo hesitated again and again, but at least he buried the phrase "Then you haven't learned your lesson?" in his heart.

He jumped out of the driving seat, opened the car door for Thales, and devoted himself to the promising task of "accompanying the prince to run away from home to have fun".

"No."

Glover reached out his hand in time and held Thales who was about to get off the car.

"You can't go directly like this, it's too obvious, whether it's His Highness's age or our temperament."

Zombies watch the crowds coming and going on the street vigilantly:

"It will be recognized..."

Kongmuto raised his eyebrows, and put away the expression of "I am the guard officer":

"Oh, they already recognized it."

Thales was puzzled for a while, while Glover looked at him.

The former police officer pointed to the street with a habitual expression:

"I'm not talking about the identity of His Highness...but this is Hongfang Street. Everyone along the way, no matter street beggars or club doormen, carriage masters or pastry shop helpers, they have lived here on Hongfang Street. It's been a long time, and I have a sharp and unique vision, and I have long recognized that this is the carriage of a rich family."

Glover looked dignified and meditated silently.

Ke Mutuo changed the subject and said freely:

"But don't worry too much. Many nobles and officials' children will come here to have fun. Of course, it will be more lively at night... In fact, I bet that Guard Doyle must be more familiar with this place."

Thales exhaled: If only Doyle hadn't been whipped.

Kongmuto tried his best to dispel the worries of the two, but Glover was still vigilant and did not relax at all.

It seemed that after he entered Hongfang Street, he became a suspicious beast.

Thales looked at their expressions, raised his eyebrows and nodded:

"Okay, but we really might as well keep our heads down."

The prince poked his head out of the carriage, and pointed to the "One Night Encounter" diagonally across the street:

"When we go in, can we not cross the main road or go through the main entrance, for example," Thales looked at the bustling street full of customers:

"Go through the back door?"

Kongmuto scratched his chin:

"Theoretically, we can go around to the downtown area, enter Hongfang Street from the other direction, and then go through the back door, so as to avoid the flow of people, but I strongly recommend not to do this."

Downtown area.

Thales frowned, while Glover looked suspicious.

"Although the law and order in the West Ring District and the Lower City District are both in charge of the Xicheng Police Department, with all due respect, their authority only extends to Hongfang Street. Among the five police departments in Yongxing City, the West City has always been the worst one. The scum is colluding everywhere, and every year several corrupt police officers and patrol members are caught."

Kongmuto showed disgust and disdain:

"Especially the lower city—I don't doubt our ability to protect His Highness, but that place is not safe and can easily cause trouble."

At this moment, Glover suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bare, and he stabbed straight out of the car.

"alert."

The zombie tensed up like an enemy, startling Thales and Kong Mutuo.

"What's wrong?"

Following Glover's gaze, the two looked at the clubhouse on the opposite corner of the street.

A one-night affair.

It was only then that Thales realized that there were many more people around "One Night Affair" at some point.

Most of the people were plainly dressed and had cold eyes. They all looked around while walking back and forth.

"Something is wrong."

Kong Mutuo also sensed something was wrong, he subconsciously closed the car door from the outside, leaving only the window:

"These people are not guests..."

Thales' eyebrows slowly converged.

"It's a thug."

Glover's face was gloomy, and he told the truth concisely and clearly:

"A gangster who specializes in violence."

Before Kong Mutuo was surprised by his colleague's eyesight, he heard the prince add in the same serious way:

"It's the Black Street Brotherhood."

"It's their thug."

A thug stopped a guest who wanted to enter the club, and while the latter protested dissatisfied, he searched the other party's body roughly and questioned him carefully.

Something happened.

Thales cautiously stared at the crowd outside the clubhouse that he used to be very familiar with, and said silently.

There was silence inside and outside the car for a while.

Kongmuto swallowed his throat:

"Uh, maybe it's here to take care of the business? To be honest, it's normal..."

"Not only." Thales' voice sounded.

Glover and Kong Mutoqiqi turned to him.

Thales' eyes shifted to the surroundings of the clubhouse, becoming more serious:

"Not only thugs, look around: helpers and apprentices in various shops, errands and beggars on the street, and even roadside vendors and shopkeepers..."

"They're not in a normal state."

Under the reminder of Thales, Glover and Kong Mutuo started their own work and carefully observed the situation at the intersection, and the two gradually changed their colors.

"Are you frightened by the gangsters?" Kong Mutuo returned to the driver's seat and asked uncertainly.

"No."

Thales shook his head, becoming more and more sure of his thoughts:

"Because they're fraternity guys too."

Kongmuto looked back in doubt:

"What?"

Thales searched his previous street experience and guessed:

"Out of interest or habit, these people are actually the eyeliners of the fraternity, and they are happy to pass on news for them."

"Obviously, they have also been ordered and reminded to pay attention to the troubles around them."

Kong Mutuo solemnly said:

"Are they... the Brotherhood deliberately training them like this?"

"No." Thales shook his head:

"Because that's who they are."

"The Brotherhood of the Black Street was not born in a void, but out of desperate people who had nowhere to go—and they were deeply rooted in the community of the underprivileged from day one."

Under the puzzled eyes of Kong Mutuo and Glover, Thales said quietly:

"In the worst places, if you're down and out and you're miserable and struggling to survive, the fraternity is one of the ways out."

"There is no need to pretend, no need to cover up, everyone usually lives their own lives, and when needed, you will consciously and tacitly inform those members who wear black silk on their arms and provide convenience."

Thinking of the past, Thales was slightly engrossed.

Glover and Kongmuto exchanged glances in amazement, quite surprised by what the prince saw.

"Jian, you said that the one-night affair was established after the gangsters merged?"

Thales said cautiously.

"Yes, six years ago, the scumbags of the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang bit dogs and ruined Red Square Street, so that the big shots didn't have to go to brothels," Kong Mutuo suppressed his doubts and observed the gradual increase in numbers vigilantly. The thugs:

"I heard that the Xicheng Police Department intervened and forced them to stop fighting."

six years ago.

Red Square Street.

Brotherhood and Vial Gang.

Stop fighting.

Thales' brows became tighter and tighter.

"Your Highness, what should we do? Should we still go?"

Thales raised a finger to signal them to be quiet:

"Let's take a look."

Amid the doubts of the two, the young man took a deep breath, closed his eyes and called out the crime of prison river.

He instantly entered the senses of hell, especially focusing on the ears and hearing.

Soon, footsteps, collisions, rubbing, moaning, coquettish laughter, shouting and cursing... There were chaotic and disturbing voices from the opposite corner of the street, and they invaded Thales' senses at the same time.

But after experiencing the experience of the trip to the desert, Thales, who has grown a lot, skillfully adjusted the magnitude of the sin of Hell River, just like appeasing a rebellious beast, not letting his overly sensitive senses hinder him, and filtering out useless sounds at the same time.

Only the most critical conversations remain.

"Did the blood bottle gang do it?"

The voice of a fraternity thug came, with unconvinced indignation and eager excitement.

"I don't know, but if Leyok knew..."

"I really want to see his expression..."

"I heard that all the Sleepless Ones have been transferred here..."

Thales turned his head slightly, looking for other focal points.

Soon, he discovered the truth.

"Who dares to kidnap people in our territory..."

"Is it Qingpi?"

"It's possible, but I heard that Daqingpi in West City has an agreement with us..."

"Boss Morris is back..."

"I heard that he was very angry, and personally took people to find the important people of 'Phantom Blade' and 'Red Viper'..."

"No, the Blood Bottle Gang refuses to admit it, the scene is ugly..."

"Damn it, is it going to start fighting again? How long is the truce..."

Thales slowly grasped the key information.

"It may also be done by a foreigner who doesn't know how to do it. You know, Jiangyang Bandit or something..."

"After the prince returned home, many foreigners came to the city, from top to bottom..."

"Fuck you prince, stay in the north and you'll be done. You'll bring back troubles..."

Thales' mood became more and more serious.

Just then, another voice cut into his senses:

"They found her!"

"Belicia, she's still alive!"

Thales' eyelids twitched.

"She came back by herself, it was a false alarm."

"My younger brother said that her complexion was not right, and she shouted to see Lord Lancer as soon as she came back..."

"Whoever did it didn't want to make it easier for us."

Kidnapped.

belicia.

Thales opened his eyes.

"I think I know what's going on."

"They were pissed off."

Facing the strange eyes of the two subordinates, Thales sighed inwardly as he looked at the signboard of 'One Night Affair'.

"Then Your Highness, we..." Kong Mutuo asked tentatively.

Thales shook his head in disappointment as he looked at the team of thugs surrounding "One Night's Aventure".

No, obviously, when the Kingdom Secret Division kidnapped Belicia from here, they didn't consider low-key issues at all.

The fraternity has been stabbed in the hornet's nest.

At least, don't even think about getting close today.

At least you can't approach quietly.

In disappointment, Thales leaned against the carriage, and more conversations came from his ears:

"I'm Ridmore, Boss Morris's order: In the past few days, the site of Red Square Street will be guarded by us sleepless people."

"Halve the number of passengers received, and strengthen the guard."

"Keep an eye on it and see if anyone has been following it these days—wait a minute, that carriage on the other side of the street, how long has it been there?"

"Go, have a look."

Thales still wanted to listen a little more, until he had a shocking reaction:

The other party was talking about them.

"Oops."

Seeing a lot of thugs approaching vigilantly and suspiciously, Glover's expression changed, and he knocked on the driver's seat:

"Guardian Konmuto, I think they noticed us."

"Get ready to run."

Kongmuto was taken aback. He looked at the fraternity thugs who were getting closer and closer, and calmly took out his pockets:

"It's okay, I brought the badge of the previous police officer, as long as..."

"No," but Glover interrupted him with a decisive and dignified tone:

"That's the Brotherhood, not the Blood Bottle Gang, they don't care... and it's not convenient for us to reveal our identities."

Kong Muto frowned.

The thugs were getting closer, and many of them looked at Kong Mutuo, who was wearing a cloak in the driver's seat, hiding his head and showing his tail.

"Glorver is right, we can't be dragged here, let's go now."

Thales made the final decision:

"We'll talk about it another day."

at this moment.

"Hey!"

On the other side of the street, among the thugs getting closer, the leader named Ridmore raised his voice to their carriage:

"Guests over there, don't you come to play?"

Kong Mutuo and Thales changed color slightly.

"You know, Yiye Yanyu is discounted today..."

Radmore made gestures while talking, and the surrounding thugs quietly dispersed and surrounded them.

"Oops..." Thales murmured.

In the next second, Glover decisively knocked open the door on the other side, climbed out of the car, and switched to the driver's seat without moving, pushing Kong Mutuo aside.

"let me."

Kongmuto is still hesitating:

"but……"

But Glover pulled the rein without warning and shouted angrily:

"Sit tight!"

Amidst the neighing of the horses, the carriage started instantly!

thump, thump, thump...

Thales didn't have time to react, so he staggered against the rear wall, and quickly stretched out his hand to support himself.

"Hey!"

The sound of thugs chasing and Ridmore shouting angrily came from outside the carriage:

"Stop!"

"Damn, I knew there was something wrong with it!"

Glover, who was driving, looked cold, and hurriedly steered the horse. The carriage sped up and drove out of the street, and continued to accelerate!

"Pioneer Glover... oh, my nose... slow down, Your Highness is still in the car!" Kongmuto's painful cry came from the driver's seat, obviously hitting his nose while galloping.

The wheels rolled on the stone road, bumping back and forth, and Thales trembled up and down in the carriage, feeling as if his soul was about to ascend to heaven.

Knock, click, click... The sound of horseshoes and wheels became more frequent and faster.

The street scene outside the window receded rapidly, reflecting the astonished faces of passers-by like a revolving lantern.

It was afternoon, and there were not many people on Hongfang Street, but their carriage was so rampant that they did not shy away from it, causing passers-by to scream and run away, and even knocked over a hawker's stall on the way, causing waves of curses.

"Stop it! Stop it! Brotherhood will reward you!" The voices of Radmore and a group of thugs chased from behind, becoming more urgent!

Snapped!

"Go away!" Glover shouted violently, pulling out his horsewhip to drive away passers-by:

"If you crash and die, you will still receive a fart bounty!"

thump, thump, thump, thump...

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster, and the road is not chosen.

"No, no, watch the way!" Kong Mutuo screamed.

The carriage inevitably broke a clothes rail, and several pieces of clothing flew into the window.

The unlucky Thales struggled to maintain his balance, but was unable to dodge in time, and his head was covered by a female corset.

My day!

Angrily, the prince tore the corset off his face.

In the setting sun, it was the fastest and worst carriage he had ever been in!

The horse-drawn carriage was galloping and pursued endlessly, and the road in the Hongfang neighborhood was in chaos.

"Take a shortcut and stop them! Son of a bitch!" Ridmore shouted angrily, and the chasing team immediately separated into a group of people and disappeared into the alley.

"Damn it, they are local snakes, they know the way..." Kong Mutuo, who managed to stabilize his figure in the driver's seat, said anxiously:

"Have you figured out where to go? Just go back the same way?"

Glover's face was somber as if he didn't hear anything, but he concentrated on urging the horse, driving the carriage faster and faster.

But in the next second, the zombie's arm stretched out its muscles, and it was closed hard!

Heck, thump.

Amidst the mournful cries of the horses and the sound of hooves being withdrawn, the entire carriage stopped and spun suddenly, one wheel was thrown into the air, and it flew off the ground!

At that moment, as if time slowed down, Thales' eyes slowly widened.

In the carriage, his body also soared into the air.

The scenery outside the car window moved up, revealing a girl on the balcony on the second floor who was drying her underwear. The latter also looked at Thales in the car in surprise, and then disappeared in front of her eyes.

"Damn—" Outside the carriage, Kong Mutuo's mournful cry was covered by the whistling wind.

In such a dangerous posture, the half-bye carriage followed the strong inertia and inserted horizontally into an alley.

It was not only Kong Mutuo who was unlucky.

boom!

Thales spun one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and hit the rear compartment hard.

"Drive!" Glover yelled again!

Boom!

Half of the wheels in the air touched the ground again, accelerating again in a tremor.

Damn.

The carriage regained its stability, and the prince climbed up from the sofa in pain, cursing in his heart.

This is not a carriage to the clubhouse...

He actually has to accelerate to turn?

People who don’t know, thought you were going to catch a thief—no, you were going to catch gobies!

Before Thales could settle down, he was horrified to find that the walls outside the windows on both sides were getting closer!

thump thump——

In the extreme tremor, the prince launched the crime of prison river, clung to the wall of the car, and moved to the small window behind the driver's seat:

"Where are we going—"

Thales' words were strangled in his throat.

Through Glover's shoulder, he saw in despair:

In front of the carriage, there was only a narrower, darker, and darker alleyway with no way out.

A dead end.

"Over there! Follow closely!"

Although he couldn't see it, the shouts of the chasing soldiers became more and more urgent, as if they were nearby.

Looking at the alleyway as narrow as a grain of rice in front of him, Thales felt a chill in his heart.

They can't get through.

The horses whined helplessly.

And the walls on both sides are getting closer.

Thales swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Otherwise, let Glover stop?

Brotherhood is not easy to deal with.

But if he reveals his identity, they may not dare to do anything.

It is the news of "The Duke of Xinghu made a big noise on Hongfang Street, a car full of underwear rampage", it may be spread all over the kingdom...

Thinking of the king's expression and the black prophet's smile, Thales had a headache.

But the reality is always beyond his expectations.

"Hurry up!"

Not only did Glover have no intention of slowing down, but he beat the horse more and more violently, forcing it to speed up and rush towards the dark and narrow front!

Seeing that the car was about to crash and people were killed, Thales was startled and was about to stop.

"No, Zombie, it's too narrow for us to get through!"

Kongmuto's panicked voice sounded again, and he even blurted out the other party's nickname.

"Believe me!"

But Glover held down his colleague and shouted angrily:

"I know the size here!"

"Go in!"

In the next second, the carriage rushed into the narrow alley without stopping!

The tarpaulin above the head shaded the sun, and the surroundings were suddenly dark.

"Trust me!" Glover's voice was distorted.

The windows on both sides were dimmed at the same time.

Swish!

A palpitating sound of friction rang in my ears.

Thales tried his best to sit in the middle, closed his eyes, and stretched his legs against the carriage.

He swore:

If he survives, he must issue an order:

For the rest of his life, Glover would never want to slam the reins of the carriage again.

However.

Click, click, click...

After a period of disturbing ups and downs, the prince was surprised to find that the carriage gradually stabilized.

In the next second, his eyes lit up, and the sun reappeared outside the car window.

The horses gasped and panted, and pulled the carriage painfully out of the alley and into the avenue.

It whines plaintively at its rough master.

But it can only be exchanged for the next merciless whipping.

"Okay, we're safe." Glover's tone stabilized, and Kongmuto next to him was still panting.

Looking at the clear street view outside the window, Thales let out a breath, just as he was in shock.

The carriage began to slow down.

But behind them, the sound of chasing footsteps approached rapidly at first, but disappeared in an instant.

"Damn—" Ridmore cursed, but quickly disappeared with the wind.

The chasing sound became smaller and farther away.

Kong Mutuo grabbed the carriage and looked behind him strangely: "Why...don't they chase?"

"This is the jurisdiction of the Blood Bottle Gang." Glover didn't turn his head, but grabbed the rein calmly: "As you said, the Brotherhood has an agreement with them to divide Red Square Street."

"No one dares to cross the line easily."

The carriage returned to normal speed and drove steadily for a while, and the passers-by no longer looked at them in surprise.

A few minutes later, they were finally sure: they were out of pursuit.

Glover looked back vigilantly for the last time before returning the reins to Kong Mutuo.

With different moods, the three of them exhaled in unison.

"However, Glover Vanguard Officer."

After regaining his normal thinking ability, Kongmuto was the first to question:

"I remember hearing D.D say that every time he pulls people to play on Red Square Street, you always refuse..."

The former police officer drove carefully while looking at Glover suspiciously.

"But how do you know this place so... well?"

Still traveling through the lanes, familiar with the road?

Like—Conmuto kept the words to himself—going home?

Thales remained silent, but he also moved to the small window and looked at Glover.

Glover's expression remained unchanged.

But the boy keenly sensed in the senses of hell: the zombie's arms are slowly tightening.

"because……"

Glover looked at the street expressionlessly, his words froze.

A few seconds later, the zombie closed its eyes and let out a sigh of relief, as if giving up on something.

"Because that's where I grew up."

At that moment, Thales and Kong Mutuo were stunned!

"right here."

Facing the puzzled eyes of the two, Glover opened his eyes, lost his tone, and looked sleepy:

"Red Square Street."

At that moment, Glover looked quietly at the main road of Hongfang Street, his eyes were subtle, and the meaning was hard to understand.

The sound of horseshoes continues, and the wheels don't stop.

It took Thales and Kong Mutuo several seconds to recover from the news.

"I...they didn't tell me." Kong Mutuo coughed, rather embarrassed.

"Because no one knew—my file was partially sealed when I joined the Guard."

Glover's voice is hoarse and dull, like a poor student opening a book on a subject he is least good at:

"In Mindy Hall, the only one who knows about this is Lord Mallos."

In the carriage, Thales watched his back silently.

Amidst the noisy voices and the monotonous sound of the carriage, Kongmuto, who accidentally learned the secret of his colleagues, nodded embarrassingly:

"Yeah, so that's why..."

"yes."

Glover spoke slowly, admitting directly amidst complicated emotions:

"A long, long time ago, I used to live here, on the streets of Red Square, as a member of the Blood Bottle Gang..."

He exuded a decadent and dark breath, and said hoarsely:

"Beggar."

At that moment, Thales was shocked.

Beggar.

Glover...

Beggar?

In the carriage, the prince was in a daze and remained silent.

"Begger?"

Kongmuto was puzzled, his eyes flicked back and forth between the surrounding streets and the gloomy Glover:

"However, Your Excellency Pioneer Officer, aren't you from the Seven Star Attendants, the 'Wind Knight' Glover family..."

Thales coughed heavily, interrupting Kong Mutuo's words.

The two people outside the carriage turned their heads at the same time.

"I think we have alarmed some people," Thales endured without looking at Glover except for his subordinates, but tried to maintain his usual tone, and said seriously:

"You have to hide from the limelight."

There was silence between the three of them.

"certainly."

Kong Mutuo understood, he turned his eyes away and stopped staring at his colleagues with strange eyes.

The zombie glanced at Thales, and finally nodded slightly, looking forward.

"Come with me."

A first-class vanguard officer of noble birth, Karen Glover sneered lowly, and there was a mockery in his words that he thought only he understood:

"I know the way."

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