Old Locke is a very inconspicuous gang member in Whitehorse. Old Locke, who is over thirty years old, was the most famous gangster in Songzi Lane in White Horse City when he was young, and he played a very fancy dagger with one hand, and it is said that Old Locke was in charge of three streets under his hands at that time, and even entered the tavern and was charged half the price by the boss for the "big man".

The taverns in White Horse are not a good place.

Because White Horse City is a border trade city, there is an endless stream of merchants who come and go in and out of the wilderness every day, small merchants cannot gain a foothold here, and large merchants have some inherent classes such as chambers of commerce to resist, and it is notoriously "xenophobic" here.

It can be said that "this is a spoiled city." ”

The inhabitants of the city are proud to be the people of Whitehorse, and they enjoy the preferential treatment of merchants from all over the west, but they are also repulsed from these foreign merchants in their hearts.

The pubs here also follow an ancient tradition, part of the tradition of Whitehorse City, and in a city where land is at a premium, each pub has a huge background behind it.

A lot of grey trade, as well as transactions that were not allowed by the aristocracy, were carried out in these places.

However, old Locke is old.

Mixed with old Locke's business, perennial fighting and fighting are easy to leave dark diseases on his body, and his thirties are when a man is young and strong, and then Old Locke began to be a little powerless.

Old Locke is not stupid, on the contrary, he is a smart man.

At his peak, he didn't try to find a way out, after all, few people in this industry can get a good death, and many people don't know that Old Locke once helped a certain big man in Whitehorse City when he was young.

However, times have changed.

No one knew what had happened to Old Locke, who had disappeared for a while, and by the time he returned to Whitehorse, he had become a well-known drunkard.

He always boasted of some bizarre expedition in the tavern.

He once boasted when he was drunk that he had explored the Northern Wilderness, and had gone deep into a dangerous place in the Northern Wilderness, and had personally killed a gold-level beastmaster.

Another time, he boasted to others in the tavern that he had killed the first swordsman in Songzi Alley.

Pine Nut, that's a great place.

It is the largest slum in Whitehorse.

It's not right to say it's a slum, it looks filthy, but in fact, there are the most courtyards and casinos in the whole of White Horse City in Songzi Lane, and many poor guys grew up in this environment, and they are naturally good at fighting and fighting.

Most of the guys who came out of there could get into the middle level once they blended into the army, but sadly, everyone who walked out of Songzi Alley was reluctant to return to this place where he had been accomplished.

It's also the easiest place to mingle in the entire Whitehorse Underworld.

As long as you can make a name for yourself there, the gang forces of the entire Whitehorse City will have a place for you.

............

"Hey, old Locke, are you telling the story of your exploration of the Great Wilderness today, or the story of the first swordsman of Songzi Lane who is your hand?"

In the tavern, a brutal-looking bartender laughed at the down-and-out guy in front of him, and in his eyes, the biggest role of this guy in front of him was to tell some jokes and provide some jokes for his tavern.

"you! Get Uncle Locke two glasses of rye!"

Old Locke was not angry, he scolded with a smile, took out a few coins from his pocket with a dry hand, and slapped them on the table pretending to be arrogant.

The bartender frowned, looked at the coin in his hand, and said in a low voice: "The price of goods in the city has risen a bit sharply recently, but the price of rye wine has doubled, and you don't have enough money for a glass! For the sake of your regular customers, give you a glass!"

Old Locke was stunned.

Immediately, he shook his head and whispered in a cursed voice, "Is there already a shortage of food in the city to this point? ”

The tavern poured a glass of ale wine a little helplessly, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Those noble lords don't care about our life or death, and I heard that the chambers of commerce in the city have been frantically buying all the grain on the market recently, I'm afraid that we will have to close our doors soon." ”

"Damn merchant!"

Old Locke took the glass of ale, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his usual old ruffian appearance and scolded in a low voice.

"The most important thing is not this, but I heard that there is a group of orcs ......gathering in the Great Wilderness," the bartender's words came to an abrupt end, and he glanced meaningfully at Old Locke.

"I'm afraid the city is going to be chaotic!"

Gulping down half a glass of ale, Old Locke muttered.

The army outside the city is pressing, and the prices in the city are growing wildly.

Old Locke is not a big person, he is just a small person at the bottom, but at this time he can also smell a trace of unusual smell, which is very wrong.

Even if he can receive these gossip, it means that these messages should be flying all over the sky by now.

Won't the big guys in the city stop all this?!

Old Locke was full of doubts in his heart, he had an extraordinary experience when he was young, he knew very well how many means those big people had, and playing with public opinion was their simplest means.

He believes that even if tomorrow is the end of the world, as long as those big people are willing to manipulate public opinion, these people at the bottom will still live a life of yearning for tomorrow today.

But it was clear that the old men in the city kept an eerie quiet.

They are innumerable and the undercurrents at the bottom are surging.

"Damn, what are these noble lords doing?!"

Old Locke was a little worried, and in this case he could feel the great anger of the people beneath the quiet surface of Whitehorse City, who allowed the merchants to drive up prices, and although some chambers of commerce tried to prevent this, the situation was going in a worse direction.

White Horse City has more than 100,000 people!

When the people's anger accumulates to a certain extent, it is estimated that the entire White Horse City will be subverted, and Old Locke doesn't know what it means to appease the people, but at this time, even he knows what it means to sit on the crater.

............

Leaving the tavern with a heavy heart, Old Locke walked alone in the dark alley, as if the whole of White Horse City was like this alley, cast a shadow.

"Who!"

Suddenly, old Locke stopped, his eyes became particularly sharp, and that cold gaze surprised anyone who knew him well, this was the old fellow who drank and idle all day.

Staring at a corner, Old Locke didn't know when he pulled out a rusty dagger from his waist, and his whole temperament became particularly cold.

"Sure enough, it's 'Kuaishou Locke', here is a letter! According to the letter, the incident nine years ago has been written off since then!"

No one came out of the dark corner, but a muffled voice that could not distinguish between man and woman sounded, and then a letter flew like a sharp dagger towards Old Locke.

"That incident nine years ago!"

Old Locke was like an angry beast, he held the letter in his hand, staring at the corner with red eyes, but his body did not move, and he seemed to be very jealous of the creature in the shadows.