Givoort is collapsing.

The streets echoed with the screams of despair and the wails of the dying. Vast slums were reduced to ashes in the fires and raised high into the city. Order no longer exists, and the power vacuum that the man left behind spurred all the gangs in the city, and everyone was gearing up. A war has begun, just because of one sentence: Planck is dead.

Cruel ambition and narrow-minded hatred have been secretly confronted for many years, and finally found an opportunity to appear.

At the pier, a group of whalers skewered a rival gang of fishermen with harpoons and hung them on a fishing line.

At the island's highest peak, the magnificent gate that stood majestically from the opening of the port of Bilgewater is now in rubble. A gang leader entrenched here is dragged out of the bed by his rivals. He had barely let out a cry when his head was smashed and he died on the marble steps in front of his bed.

In a corner of the harbor, a red hat was bandaging the wound on his head as he frantically fled for his life. He nervously turned back all the way, but never saw the person chasing him.

Iron Hook had completely torn his face with the Red Riding Hoods, and he had to rush back to the station to inform the others.

He rushed around the corner, shouting for all the brethren to get ready for battle, but the murderous intent in his heart choked in his throat - in front of the door of the Red Hat's lair stood a group of iron hooks, and the scimitars in his hands were stained with black and red blood. The leader was a pockmark who was so thin that he didn't take the shape of a human. A cruel smile appeared on his face.

The red hat left only a curse as a last word.

In a dark alley on the other side of the bay, there was a surgeon in a hut who was trying to finish the job at hand. The pay is very expensive, in addition to making him conscientious, but also making him shut up afterwards.

It took the doctor half an hour to peel the man's coat off the rotten flesh. Rao was accustomed to all kinds of terrible wounds, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw his mud-like arms. He hesitated, carefully considering his words, for fear of angering his patient.

"Sorry, your arm...... I can't cure it. ”

It's been a long time since Morbis has spoken so carefully.

As a doctor in Bilgewater, he still has the kind of real talent and learning, and his social status here is still very high, and ordinary gangsters have to bow their heads when they come, even the gang bosses have to be polite.

After all, most of the people who come here are asking for help.

But people today are different.

Morbis said as he looked at the man in front of him whose clothes were almost red with blood, but his face did not change.

"Your hand bones have been lost and your nerves and blood vessels have been badly damaged for some reason, and now I recommend that you rest and wait for the amputation. ”

"You say...... Let me recuperate?"

Finally, the statue-like man spoke.

The voice was flat and slow, and it was not at all obvious that it was the words of a seriously injured man.

Ordinary.

Suddenly, a powerful hand grabbed Morbius by the neck and pinned him against the wall.

"You see, I don't have a lot of time...... I still have a lot of work to do. ”

When.

As he spoke, a delicate bone saw was thrown from the inside of his coat onto the table.

Small and delicate, but extremely sharp, it reflects a bright and sparkling light in the light.

"Sawing it off. ”

Trembling as he picked up the bone saw, Morbius swallowed.

He knew that after doing this single job, he might have to leave Bilgewater.

……

"You...... Why are you here again?"

Looking at the big man wearing a cloak in front of her, Ali asked with some disgust.

"Hehe, little girl, I'm a customer, why can't I come?"

With that, Graves left the cigar still outside the door.

"I remember the last time you gave me a thump in the abdomen, but I think it's better for you to clean up. ”

“……“

Even if Graves was telling the truth, Ali didn't want to admit it, so she puffed out her mouth and got out of the way.

"Welcome...... Come, who's the one in the back?"

Before Ali could react, the door was closed by Lines.

"Naturally, this is also a distinguished guest...... Ali, you go and cook for Evie first, and let her cook two more meals by the way. ”

Lines is not the same as usual.

Ali thought to herself, and returned to the back kitchen.

"Oh my God...... I really can't imagine that there are really people who will kill themselves. ”

Hadias said, covering his eyes.

"I don't care about that, you once said that if I run into him again, you will not complain no matter what I say. ”

Lines said flatly, but Hadias could feel that his host was very proud.

"Oh...... Looks like you know my friend. ”

Graves also sensed the unusual tone of Lanenes, and when Trist saw the bar on the way, his pale face seemed to understand something.

"No...... Tell me, Graves, did you collude with him to sell me?"

Trist leaned into Graves' ear and said.

"How is it possible, we are partners now, if someone wants your life, they will naturally pass me...... But in other cases, I can't do anything, think about it, do you have something to do with this bartender brother?"

"Don't think about it, he owes me money for a meal, a drink, and once shoved something into my hand that almost killed me, and then ran away. ”

Lines said, placing his hand on Trist's shoulder.

In an instant, a void that was even more chaotic than it had been at first sight poured into Trist's body through Rains' hand.

"Don't try to run away this time. ”

Lines said with a smile.

"You...... What do you want to do, you just heard it, if you want to kill me, my brother won't agree. ”

Trist barely managed to squeeze out a smile and said to Lines.

"But I don't want to kill you...... It's not just the void inside you, there's a not-so-friendly guest who will come out and manipulate your dreams while you sleep until you become the walking dead. ”

With that, Lines walked over to the bar, mixed a glass of wine, and handed it to Graves.

Judging by the gloating look on his face, he didn't mind seeing his partner deflated.

"You...... What do you want?"

Trist asked.

"If you ask for money, I can give it to you. ”

"No, no, no...... Although I am not rich, I prefer to let the people who make mistakes realize their mistakes through labor. ”

With that, Lines pulled out a bucket and shovel from behind the bar.

"Look, this is my new one today...... My bathroom is a little dirty, and if you can help me clean it, then we can buy and sell it. ”

"What? You know, there's shit in there...... Not. ”

As soon as Trist spoke, he felt a darkness in front of him, and the feeling of suffocation under the deep sea had come back to his heart not long ago.

This time, he finally believed that Lines was not bluffing.