The fog was thick and the damp air was heavy, and the whole of Bilgewater was shrouded in a hazy night.

While most of the people in Bilgewater were asleep, the shrill sound of fire alarms at the rattown docks caused panic among those living near the docks.

Glancing at his old friend Greyfus, who was chasing after him, Trist hated it in his heart. If Greyfus hadn't been following, he would have escaped with card magic.

Before you know it, it's already the middle of the night. Completely ignoring the pursuit of the Hook Gang behind him, Graves only had Trist in his eyes. If he hadn't let Trist slip away, it would have been difficult for him to pull out this cunning little white face next time!

Watching Trist take him back and forth on the docks, Graves couldn't wait to destroy Triste, an old friend who could run, with a single shot. If he hadn't stepped on it yesterday and was familiar with the terrain, he might have been stunned by Triste.

Sometimes, when someone from the Hooks behind him caught up, the grumpy Graves would shoot at the Hooks behind him with a spin shot that he was best at.

In this way, he can not only create gunsmoke and kill the little brother of the Iron Hook Gang who bothered him to chase Triste, but also shorten the distance between him and Triste.

Trist was both happy and worried after seeing Graves solve a few more troubles. Thankfully, Graves' fool inadvertently relieved him of the pressure, but he was worried that he was really afraid that Graves' powerful shotgun would blow his head off.

Grey mist, dim and eerie night sky, Trist could vaguely see a stone bridge not far away.

Taking advantage of the fog and night, Trist quietly took out a card from his pocket. He ran wildly as he nervously stared at Graves not far behind him.

As Graves turned to deal with the approaching Hooks, Trist seized the moment to cast his teleportation magic.

The next moment, he appeared on the stone bridge he had seen earlier. The emotion of the rest of his life after the catastrophe welled up in his heart, and Trist waved his hand at Grayfus, who was cursing him loudly not far away, and teased softly: "There will be a meeting later, my old friend!"

I couldn't hear what Trist was saying, but Graves didn't expect it to be a good one. Glancing at the stone bridge in the distance, his face, which was harder than a tough guy, showed unprecedented determination.

Don't you want to run away again, Trist!

……

Humming Zuan's vulgar little yellow song, Trist had already figured out what to do when he got paid. Although he felt that he was being calculated, he was sure that his employer would still give him a commission as long as he saw the dagger in his hand.

That kind of person who is extremely intelligent should disdain to lose his trust in this poor sour card player.

The more he thought about it, the better he felt, and Trist walked slowly on the stone bridge.

As he walked, Trist's pupils shrank, and the road in front of the stone bridge was broken! And at the end of the stone bridge, there is a group of people wearing red hats. Trist has the impression that this group is from the Red Riding Hoods, and they are also Planck's men.

"The one who plays cards, our captain wants to ask you back"

Secretly thinking that something was wrong, Trist hurriedly ran back. However, to make matters worse, under the stone bridge, Graves had already caught up.

Cursed by Graves, Trist fell into anxiety like never before.

At this moment, the Hook Gang also walked onto the stone bridge. Looking at the Hook Gang chasing after Graves, Trist only felt that the situation was worse.

Trist forced himself to calm down, and he stood by the fence of the stone bridge and looked down.

Beneath the railing, there are countless winches and pulley ropes, and beyond that there is the bottomless depths of the sea.

Trist was dizzy for a while, and his mood completely fell to the bottom. He staggered back into the middle of the bridge, and the sight in the distance made him even pale.

In the distance, dawn was approaching, but Trist saw no hope. A huge black battleship loomed in the black mist, and its belly continued to pour out dense boats, struggling towards this direction.

Planck's people have poured out of the nest.

Trist's body shook and smiled bitterly.

Only then did he realize that there was a stone tablet engraved with the Butcher's Bridge next to the bridge.

Looking at the group of Planck's men and Graves who were eyeing and sharpening their knives around them. Trist couldn't help but muttered in his heart: It is worthy of the butcher's bridge.

He couldn't break through the Hooks, convince the Red Hats, or take out the thick-skinned Graves.

With a heartbeat, Trist gritted his teeth and climbed the bridge railing in fear.

Standing on it, Trist felt palpitations. It was higher than he had imagined, and the wind was blowing in his face, slapping his cheeks. He couldn't help but complain in his heart, if he could live today, he would never want to go back to this ghost place. He'd rather be caught in the police station by Caitlin, a policewoman from Leather City, or at least have a hot meal for the days he was detained.

"Get out of here!"

Graves' voice of near-despair reached Trist's ears, and he was stunned for a moment, then relieved. If he dies, Graves' long-sought confession will come to naught.

Trist looked out at the sea below and took a deep breath. It would take him seconds just to fall into the water, and he had to hold his breath.

Graves relented, and he sighed, "Come down, Trist."

Trist was stunned, and his foot slipped and fell downward.

Graves' roar sped away along with the bridge railing, and Trist looked down with wide eyes.

The wind rushed into Trist's eyes, and everything around him became a blur.

On the ground, his palms were hot, and Trist subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, Trist roared happily. He looked at his situation, and he was on the wire cable beneath the lifting platform.

Turning his head to look behind him, this time and again, connecting the slaughterhouse and the city of Bilgewater. What made him even more excited was that a huge hanging basket was being carried towards him in front of him.

Calming the moment, Trist jumped into the stinking hanging basket, which was filled with fish-related food: fish gall bladder, fish spleen, fish intestines......

After a while, Trist was poured out with the fishy smelling goods.

Trist crawled out of the pile of fish, his face embarrassed and the stench on his body.

Looking at the dense boats that were rushing to the dock not far away, Trist felt a chill in his heart.

Just wanted to run away, but Trist couldn't help but look dark and almost fainted. He staggered to his knees, fleeing all night without stopping, coupled with the thrilling escape just now, he needed to take a break.

With a pounding heartbeat, Trist looked up uneasily, and Graves was already in front of him.

Although it is not known how Graves came down, Trist still secretly said that this old friend is difficult.

Graves looked Trist up and down, and Triste's embarrassed look was relieved. He smiled playfully: "It doesn't seem to be handsome!"

Trist braced one leg and tried to stand up, complaining, "What the hell are you ...... Is it a long memory? Every time I think about how to help you, you always ......."

Graves fired a shot at the ground in front of Trist, sending flying debris to Trist's shin.

Trist wanted to finish his sentence, and he continued, "Can you listen to me......"

"I've heard enough!" Graves interrupted: "The biggest job in our lives, you didn't leave a word, and as soon as you turned around, you disappeared!"

Trist gritted his teeth: "Didn't leave any words? I'm not telling you ......"

Another shot, and Graves didn't want to listen to Trist's anymore.

Trist was a little unconvinced: "I tried my best to get both of us out, only I saw that the errand was going to be yellow, but you didn't listen to me at all!"

At the same time, Trist quietly clutched a card in his hand.

Graves' eyes flashed with anger, and he walked over to Trist and said, "I said at the time, as long as you take cover, we can get out of the way and make a lot of money, but you ran away!"

Trist didn't say anything more, he tightened his grip on the cards in his hand.

The next moment, Trist didn't even think about throwing his yellow-glowing cards directly at Graves. And Graves was not to be outdone, and shot Trist with a shot.

Bullets and cards staggered, and both of them could hear each other's heartbeats stop at that moment.

However, to the surprise of both of them, neither the bullets nor the cards hit either of them.

Bullets and cards grazed past their ears and struck the two Hook Gangs that had been killed in the shadows.

Trist and Graves stared at each other. It's a terrible old habit!

The two of them were back to back in the next moment, looking at Planck's men who were swarming and surrounding the docks, and they were extremely nervous.

Trist said secretly, it was pointless for him to throw cards, he couldn't teleport at all.

But the reckless Graves sneered, raised his gun and prepared to shoot.

After a long time of cool strafing action, Graves, who was excited, realized that he had just run out of bullets.

Graves refused to admit defeat, and he plunged into the crowd like a bull to entangle with Planck's men. Although he knocked down many people, he was still subdued.

Tied up with Trist, who had given up resistance, Graves stared at Planck's men with his murderous gaze.

Suddenly, the cacophony of ridicule and ridicule ceased, and the crowded sea of people parted suddenly, and a figure draped in a red coat strode forward.

Planck! Graves and Trist's pupils shrank, and they knew their nightmare was coming.

Planck walked slowly towards the two of them, and Trist stared uneasily at the burly figure that had suppressed the atmosphere.

As he got closer, Trist could feel his own heartbeat. Looking at Planck, who was a little different from what he imagined, Trist felt empty.

Planck was stronger than he thought he would be, and he was a little older. And the wrinkles on Planck's face, which were like chisels, made Trist's heart palpitate.

Planck stared at Trist and the others expressionlessly, not saying a word. He had an orange in his hand and a very short carving knife in the other, and was peeling it unhurriedly.

Planck's every knife is cleanly sharpened.

Planck's throat moved, and a deep voice followed, "Say, boys, do you like bone carvings?"

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Moy: Let me tell you the bottom of Bilgewater, Bilgewater will blacken and recover his memory at the end of the game, and he will face off with Planck!

I hope you will support Moyi a lot, the book has been on the shelves for a month, although the results are not good, I will continue to work hard, after all, there are still friends who are willing to read!

(End of chapter)

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