After a brutal interrogation, Wheat was dying, and he had to figure out a lot during this time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is just a small person, a thief who lives at the bottom of society, and he also has his own rules of survival.

Whoever is good to me, I will be good to whomever I am. Whoever is bad to me, I will be bad to whomever I am.

He doesn't know such a profound thing as repaying virtue with virtue and repaying grievances with straightforwardness, the only thing he knows is that if a dog bites you, you should kill it. If a man bites you, let him bleed until the blood is enough to wash away the shame that he has brought upon him.

Feeling his vitality disappearing bit by bit, a trace of cruelty flashed in Wheat's eyes like that of a lone wolf before he died. He asked Huter for a sip of water, and Hute gave it to him.

"I'm willing to confess, but I'll only tell my adoptive father. Wheat tried to make himself look as calm as possible, and Hut was overjoyed, and he asked Rice to call in and tell him about the matter.

Looking at the inhuman-shaped wheat, Les also had a trace of remorse in his heart, but more of an inexplicable anger. Obviously, you still have to explain it in the end, so why did you grit your teeth and not say a word in the first place? Not only did you hurt yourself, but also made me lose face in front of Hute. But at this time he had to show his sadness and warmth in a cozy manner, and he asked the priest to come and treat Wheat, but Wheat's stopped him.

"Dad, I'm sorry, it's me who betrayed your trust......", Wheat was silent for a while, and Hute on the side frowned, "I'll tell you first, and then let me have a good rest." ”

"Yes!", Les picked up the wheat and let him lean on his arms, holding back the excitement in his heart, and nodded vigorously.

Wheat leaned close to Les's ear and said with the last of his strength, "That thing is hidden in the ......", his mouth moved, his voice became extremely low and very indistinct, and there was a sense of relief in his expression. As soon as Hutt wanted to lean over and listen carefully, he saw that Wheat suddenly grinned at him, "You will never find that title deed, it will be my last gift to repay my father." After saying that, just under the shocked gaze of Hut and Rice, he slammed headlong into the execution rack on the side, and several sharp torture instruments pierced his neck, he rolled his eyes and completely lost his breath.

Hute gasped, grabbed Rice's collar, and roared loudly, "Damn, what did he say to you?

Les struggled in panic, "You let me go, hell, he didn't make it clear at all!"

Hute suddenly became hideous, and said viciously: "Do you also want to try my methods? I'll tell you the old thing, if you don't make it clear to me today, if you don't find it for me, no one will be able to save you, whether it's Ortrenburg or Bell Province!!"

Rice, who was sealed by Hute's neckline, also became furious, aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law who had just been raped by Hute, he twisted Hute's wrist hard, and roared loudly, "You can't understand human speech or what's wrong?" I told you, and he didn't say anything at all in the end! Can't you see through such a simple deception?"

Hute kicked Rice in the stomach, and the people around him all pulled out their long swords at their waists, surrounded him, and looked at Hutt with wariness. Hute didn't take them seriously at all, more than ten years of bloody wind and rain had already forged his nerves like steel, and he had extraordinary self-confidence and conceit, no one here dared to hurt him. He glared at Rice coldly, and said sharply: "Give you three days, and after three days, if you don't tell me the news I want to know, then start a war!"

He looked around at the young men with sharp weapons around him, snorted heavily, kicked over the dead wheat, and angrily pushed away the crowd with his two subordinates, squeezing out. Standing at the door of the cellar, he turned his head, and his cold eyes made everyone shiver, "Remember, three days!"

Les's eyes were bloodshot as he snatched the long sword in his hand beside him and slashed at Wheat's body. This pot, the back is inexplicable, the back is worthless, and the most important thing is that he can't take out anything at all, so the only thing left is to go to war.

The news that Hut was going to war with Rice was like a thunderbolt over Ortlenburg, and the people living here began to panic. The last time something like this happened was more than a decade ago, when Hutt gathered his strength and toppled the previous boss of the fraternity. The battle lasted half a month, and the whole of Ortlenburg was bloodied, and more than 500 people died in that battle, and from that time on, Huth's position in the city was established.

The most frightening thing is not only the news of the war, but the chaos that is about to extend. In the eyes of outsiders, it is chaotic, full of all kinds of scum and criminals, but in the eyes of the locals, there is order here, but this order has become chaos in the eyes of outsiders. Now, this order is about to be broken, and all the forces in the city are gathering their minions, not to hide from the coming war, but to participate in it.

The Sword and Shield mercenary regiment began to recruit men on a large scale, and Harvey, who was working hard to trade slaves, stopped all trade, and those large and small forces were waiting for the right moment to seek the fruits of the final victory. The only thing that hasn't changed is the head of Sister Alma, who is just a battleground for ***** skilled women in bed, not in the street. Whoever wins this war has nothing to do with her.

Alma, who was the only one who could calmly observe the whole thing, was trembling with fright at this moment, for she had discovered that the whole city had changed since the arrival of the down-and-out nobleman named Wren. Whether it was coincidence or deliberate, she was afraid of the young man Rennes.

Wren was also a little dazed by this news, in his script, the title deed in his hand was the fuse that finally detonated the contradictions between many parties, but he didn't expect that before the big killer was thrown out, the forces in the city had already skipped his carefully arranged script and developed directly towards the high tide. But no matter what the process is, the end goal is not deviated, and that's enough!

It's just this title deed in my hand...... Wren still decided to find the right time to throw it out.

These forces don't fight you to the death, why did he fish in troubled waters and finally completely control the city?

In the expectation of many people, three days passed very quickly, and what people feared did not happen, and Rice, who had compromised many times, finally hardened this time. In fact, it's not that he wants to be tough, but he has to be tough, and if he can't get what Huter needs, war is inevitable.

On the third day, the sun slowly rose, but there was not much popularity in the notorious city, and the wind swirled in gusts of wind in the empty streets. In the houses on both sides of the street, many people watched through the cracks in the windows to see what was outside.

After sunset, more than 300 members of the Brotherhood, armed with swords and clubs, poured out of the streets and alleys of Garden Street, a dilapidated fountain in the center of the city. Hute rode a tall, maroon horse and looked at Les, who was coming from the opposite side. He raised the whip in his hand and pointed at Rice from afar, "Give you one last chance, hand over the things, I forgive you for your stupidity and offense." ”

Rice gritted his teeth, "I didn't hear what he said at all, how can I give you something?

Hute bared his teeth and smiled, waved his horsewhip, and spit out a syllable, "Kill!"

Knowing that Hut would not calm down without this battle, Rice stomped his foot and shouted, "them!"

The two torrents collided directly, and a member of the Brotherhood smirked and stabbed a long sword into the chest of a thief he had seen several times, and the one next to the thief swirled a foot-long dagger around his neck under his horrified gaze. An iron rod smashed the head of the thief with a dagger on the side, and slowly collapsed to the ground. Before the guy with the club could catch his breath, two long swords plunged into his body.

The sword light and sword shadow, in an instant, the blood slowly spread along the marks on the bluestone pavement, like a huge and mysterious magic array, full of some kind of magical rhyme. Life is fragile at this moment, easily broken, making people feel the heaviness of life and sigh at the fragility of life.

Both groups are red-eyed, and the thieves of the Brotherhood and Rice have a long-standing grudge, and once they do it, they will completely get off the leash. This kind of fighting, without any fancy martial arts and high-level combat qi, is full of the most primitive brutality, and this brutality also stimulates the killing instinct and blood-devouring nature inherited from ancient times in people's blood.

One by one, the slashed and pierced bodies fell to the ground and convulsed, howling, and then trampled under the feet of the latecomers, what bullshit dignity, what bastard face, all pale and powerless in the face of killing. Whether it's a gangster with a face on the street, or a ruthless thief who is fearsome to fear, at this moment, they all get absolute fairness to each other - there is only one life.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, on the third floor of a three-story building next to Fountain Garden Street, Wren hummed a small song that had been circulated in the imperial capital for a while, crossed Erlang's legs, and watched all this happen with a smile.

Blair, who was standing behind him, was eager to try, and Richard's face was blue, looking at the young man's back in fear, and his uncontrollable hands trembled and held the handkerchief, constantly wiping the beads of sweat on his face and neck.

"What a wonderful day, I think the sun is brighter than ever, what do you say?", Wren couldn't help but laugh, but the laughter was drowned out by the frantic shouting and killing.