When a second, even louder explosion came from the center of Red Square, Morris, Lejock and the others had already fought their way out of the Blood Vial Gang, which could not be cohesed due to the confusion of command, and saw Chincha who was struggling with the Clown from a distance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qincha is nearly two meters tall, but at the same time he does not appear thin, but strong and steady. His dark skin, straight yellow hair, and grim countenance made him look a little serious, but the elders of the Brotherhood knew that the "Uncrowned Fist" Chincha Myron, the head of the Big Six, was the most reliable person in the Church except for the Big Three - no, most of the time, he was more reliable than the Big Three.

"You call this an ability?"

Qincha coldly looked at the "Throwing Knife Clown" who was high up on the roof, constantly shooting knives from his bottomless space pocket, and said contemptuously.

Morris, Adrionza, and Leyok, one 'super rank', two 'mortal rank' masters, I don't know how many more people - one of the eight ability warriors of the Blood Vial Gang, the "Flying Knife Clown" who squatted on the roof, looked at more and more Brotherhood masters gathering with a solemn face, and thought silently.

The elite of his Blood Vials have been slaughtered.

And Qincha, a guy who is close to the "extreme".

And the reinforcements of the Blood Vial Gang are nowhere to be seen, Song, Rubaix, the two "super ranks", and Rolf, there is no news so far, Solo lost contact ten minutes ago, Tink's coward is hidden in the dark, mostly on the sidelines, as for Nu Meinuo, he is the guy in charge of Qincha, since Qincha is intact, then he is probably already by the prison river, see the ferryman.

To make matters worse, with that explosion, the wall of air disappeared, but the command of the Qi Demon Master did not come from his ears for a long time.

Kers' considerations didn't last long.

I saw that behind Qincha, one of the thirteen generals of the Brotherhood, the northland native "Steel Cone" Adrianza, gritted his teeth and threw the head of Song, a super-level ability warrior from the Eastern Continent, a puppeteer, and a night-slapping countryman nicknamed "Chaosan Soldier", that Qincha had just hunted, to the ground.

The Joker pondered for a moment, pulled out two throwing knives from his ability space, and bit an oxygen tube (in case of Morris's ability) into his mouth, and at the same time made up his mind to leave immediately.

In this case, even the Qi Demon Master could not criticize his choice.

The next moment, Danks was surprised to see Chincha's fist slam into his face.

When did the speed of Chincha become so fast!

But then he saw a fat figure behind Qincha, it was Morris who was clenching his teeth and activating his ability.

Instead of draining the air around me, the clown thought in astonishment and despair, but- draining the air around Cenza?

When the first explosion and the wall of air disappeared, Morris knew there was an unexpected change tonight, and when a second astonishing explosion sounded in the distance, Morris reacted: the opportunity to fight back had arrived.

He was silent, decisively emptying the air in the path between Chinza and Kerx.

Qin Cha felt the changes around him, and this boxer, who had a tacit understanding with him for many years, instantly held his breath and attacked, ignoring the air resistance, with a speed several times faster than usual, and blasted out with one punch!

The battle did not last long.

By the time Cencha effortlessly pinched Kers' two throwing knives and blasted through the ability space he relied on for his life (the Joker relied on this ability space to block long-range attacks, and had prepared to store oxygen and throwing knives so that Maurice could not hold him all the time), Leyok had fallen silently behind him.

Morris, who had used the ability, bent down and held his knee to gasp, his fat flesh shaking on his face. Instead of looking at the clown, who was already sure to be a dead man, he turned to Chincha and said, "The second - the second explosion came from the depths of Red Square Street, there must have been an accident that we - we did not know about. ”

"But anyway, the wall of air is failing, and the Wizard of Air must be - something must have happened! and we've retreated far enough to be gathered - almost all together. Morris calmed his breath and judged bitterly: "Song and Ox are both damaged here, if it is the bait used to lure us into the bait, then the sweetness of this bait is enough for us to fight!"

Ignoring Nex's pleas for mercy, Lejok coldly slit his neck full of oil paint, and nodded: "After the road is cleared, there is a report from the front, the body of the 'Ghost with the Wind' Rolf was found, and Lord Lancer in the rear sent information about the death of Spin and Dorno, plus Kers, most of the combat power that the other party can use in Eternal Star City has been lost." ”

To this, Chincha put down his smoking fist, and his reply was brief:

"Then call back!"

So, the dawn of Hongfang Street was greeted with blood.

When Nar Rick, as Lancer's designated logistics commander, saw the scene of Morris and Cencha's bloody return at the junction of Area XC and Red Street, it was almost dawn.

Morris patted him on the shoulder, exhaled, and smiled, "Although the process is a little ups and downs, but-"

"-- Hongfang Street is ours. ”

"It was expected, and it should have been. Rick replied with a smile, thinking about how to repay the beggars in the abandoned house and Quaid's death.

At least that ghost won't come again.

Rick thought, his eyes darling over the crowd to a figure in a mysterious cloak in the distance.

And, with Lord Lancer's promise, I won't be belittled too badly.

"Quiet Killer" Lejok didn't look at Rick, passed him, and regardless of the blood stains on his face, he hugged the oncoming "Flower Heart" Belicia behind Rick.

"You're not dead yet, are you?" Belicia said with a smile as she didn't look worried.

"Who can let me die but you?" Lejok smirked, kissing the woman on the mouth.

"Who saw Edmund!" Cencha's voice came from the crowd, "Without him, I wouldn't have been able to take down the 'Chaos Soldier' so easily!"

"Dead cook," Qin Cha scolded fiercely when he saw that no one responded, "run away when it's time to drink!"

In the early morning of November 16, 672 in the end calendar, the second largest kingdom in the Western Continent and the two overlords of the underground world of the Star Kingdom, broke out in the bloody and cruel "One Night War" on Hongfang Street.

It was an asymmetrical battle, and from the very beginning, the Brotherhood of the Black Street stepped into the ambush and trap of the Blood Vials, but the outcome of the bloody battle surprised many people.

In the service, the Black Street Brotherhood killed 214 people and wounded 367 people. Among the thirteen generals, 9 participated in the battle and 7 were lost, while the two giants of Morris and Centaca fought to the end and survived peacefully.

The "Gangster Aristocrats" Blood Bottle Gang suffered the biggest rout in history, with 445 dead and 290 wounded, 10 of the twelve strongest people participated in the battle, 8 people were killed in battle, and all 5 people of the eight ability warriors participated in the battle. It is even rumored that the whereabouts of the Qi Demon Master, who commanded the operation and appeared publicly for the first time in more than a decade, are unknown.

That night, the explosion in the center of Hongfang Street almost woke up every resident of the royal capital of Yongxing City. Of the innocent civilians on Red Square Street, 1,229 people were affected, of whom 275 were killed in the blast, 438 were injured and 516 were left homeless.

Hongfang Street, especially the central block, was also badly damaged, and this matter was even mentioned by the chief garrison of the royal capital at the imperial meeting the next day, and the agenda was second only to the discussion of the "Border County Development Tax Exemption Bill" and how to receive the envoys of the Kingdom of Exeter. In the end, the Imperial Council ordered the Xicheng Alert Department to act quickly to "calm down the civil contradictions and stop the private fighting among the people."

Hongfang Street has changed hands since then, marking the full invasion of the Brotherhood's power into the West Ring District, and the balance of power in the Xingchen Underground World has begun to completely tilt towards the Black Street Brotherhood.

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However, what many people don't know is that at the same time as this night, there is another event that will turn the fate of the Kingdom of Stars in the future.

Tails was embarrassed by Yodel—the masked freak, the masked freak, the masked freak, Tails always thought three times in his heart—and swept at maximum speed through the city he didn't know at all.

Tails felt he couldn't be silent any longer.

"Say it again, what are you looking for me for?" asked the traverser painfully, looking at the misty sky in the distance.

"Take you back to your father. Yodel said respectfully, leaning down, a little on the surface of a river, bringing up a ripple through a bridge hole.

Tails rolled his eyes.

"So who are you?"

"Your father's secret guard. Yodel said respectfully, over a tall watchtower. A man of this size swept past with a child, and the guard in the watchtower didn't even blink an eye.

Tails sighed.

"Are you mistaken? I'm just a runaway beggar!"

"Absolutely not, it's God's will. Yodel said respectfully, stepping on a sign of a gold shop, which hung from chains without even shaking.

Tails felt like he was going crazy.

"Who the hell is my father!"

"An adult whom I have great respect. Yodel said respectfully, flashing a white eagle that was preying on the delphinium, and the speed startled both the delphinium and the white eagle.

Tails was utterly desperate.

This kind of rhetoric that doesn't reveal a little key information at all and makes people feel "Wow, so polite, embarrassed to be embarrassed for him" is going to make trouble!

Tails gave up.

When they realized that they had made a mistake, Tails said silently, "Probably won't you kill me?"

The traverser tilted his head, waiting to see the sunrise, and asked boredly:

"Yodel. ”

"Yes. ”

"You don't come from a diplomatic background, do you? ”

"It's not. ”

"That's a shame, the way you speak, it's really suitable. ”

"Thank you for your recognition. ”

Yodel didn't seem to hear Tails' sarcasm, and still spoke respectfully.

He climbed over a high wall and landed silently like a spider in front of an avenue flanked by fine flower beds.

Then, to Tails' surprise, Yodel stopped.

In front of them, a simple but heavy carriage was parked.

In front of the carriage, a middle-aged man with gray hair carried a lamp and walked slowly towards them.

Yodel gently put Tails down.

The traverser fell to the ground, and suddenly turned his head to look at Yodel, and felt that he was a little - well, not Kaisen?

The middle-aged man approached, and by the light of the lamp in his hand, Tails couldn't help but notice that his body was plain, but simple and heavy.

The middle-aged man has a broad chin, which makes him look kind, and his lips are neatly groomed short beards, showing respect, but the cheeks are high, and he looks a little stern, and the bridge of his nose is slightly soft, but it seems to be very gentle.

It's about a complicated person, Tails said silently.

He raised his right hand, which was covered with a black glove, and lifted his bowler hat and bowed slightly.

"Good morning. Unlike Yodel's hoarseness and silence, this voice sounds solid and reassuring.

It's an aristocracy, a great nobleman - Tails concluded.

Is he who?

But a word from Yodel behind him made him retract the idea.

I only heard the masked man speak in a calm tone, but the tone was not inferior:

"Why are you here. ”

The middle-aged nobleman nodded slightly, smiled, and replied without any disapproval: "For the sake of foolproof." ”

"He doesn't believe me?" even Tails could tell Yodel's displeasure.

"He believes in you very much, and is even willing to entrust his life to you," the middle-aged nobleman said slowly:

"But I don't believe you, and you know why!"

Tails seemed to feel a stream of lightning flowing between yodel and the middle-aged nobleman!

Yodel was silent for a moment, and surprisingly did not reply.

The middle-aged nobleman didn't look at Yodel again, but slowly squatted down, a modest smile on his face.

"Son," he said to Tails, "I know you've had a hard time. ”

The middle-aged nobleman looked at the scars and bleeding on Tails' body, pulled out the glove in his right hand, stretched out his hand to caress his wounds, and frowned slightly every time he touched it.

"I'm sorry, but trust me, kid, after one more procedure, your misfortune will end here. ”

As soon as Tails, who was not used to it, wanted to say something, he saw the middle-aged nobleman put down the lamp in his hand and grabbed the right hand of the traverser.

Then, he pulled out a delicate sheathed dagger from his bosom!

Tails wanted to instinctively shrink back, but his right hand was firmly grasped by the middle-aged nobleman!

"What do you want to do—" Tails asked anxiously, and the middle-aged nobleman just looked at him steadfastly, not letting go of his hand, while slowly drawing his dagger.

"Smack!"

It's yodel.

He bent down and reached out to hold the middle-aged nobleman's shoulder!

Through the mask, yodel's face could not be seen clearly, but Tails was grateful for this "father's secret guard" for no apparent reason.

Without him, he'd seen too much blood and blades tonight.

"Yodel!" the middle-aged nobleman seemed dissatisfied, and he raised his head, frowning and whispering, but unquestioningly:

"You know it's a must!"

Tails looked up at Yodel, a little panicked, though he vaguely knew that the middle-aged nobleman wasn't going to do anything harmful to him.

"Then use his own dagger!" said yodel coldly.

The middle-aged nobleman stared at Yodel, and at that moment, his eyes seemed to be filled with frost.

After a long time, the middle-aged nobleman compromised, he nodded, and stuffed the dagger in his arms back.

Only then did Yodel let go of the shoulders of the middle-aged nobleman.

"Don't panic, kid," the middle-aged nobleman turned his gaze back to Tails, his tone returning to gentleness, "just take a little blood." ”

Tails looked at him.

The eyes of the middle-aged nobleman were gentle, but also resolute.

So the traverser nodded.

Waiting for your fate.

The middle-aged nobleman reached out and took off the unsheathed JC dagger wrapped in cloth from Tails' lap, pulled it out, and scalded it on the lamp.

Then, without feeling much pain, the middle-aged nobleman used JC to pick out a drop of blood on the middle finger of his right hand.

What is this for? With the world's level of technology, can you still do DNA testing?

What should I do if my body is found out?

Under Tails' curious and apprehensive gaze, the drop of blood was gently dripped to the ground by the middle-aged nobleman.

The next moment, Tails felt the familiar burning sensation, from the heart, from the blood vessels, from the muscles, from the whole body!

"Ahh

But the eyes of the middle-aged nobleman were not on him.

Tails turned his head and followed the excited eyes of the middle-aged nobleman to look at the lamp next to him that he had put down.

"Wow!"

I saw that the originally calm lights were burning rapidly and explosively at this moment! The flames grew bigger and bigger, and the heart of the flame turned from orange to blood-red!

The flames slanted in his direction.

Tails suddenly understood something.

Blood dripping onto the ground.

The flame center of the lamp that turns red and becomes bigger.

A sudden surge of fear welled up in Tails' heart, and he turned to Yodel as if for help.

I saw the masked man reach out and take out a glass bottle from his bosom, and inside was a small flame cluster.

That's a tinder.

At this moment, the flame heart in the glass bottle was as red as blood, and the flame heart was slightly crooked.

Tails turned to look at the lamp on the ground, then at the fire in Yodel's hand, and then at the blood on the ground, and his face turned pale.

It took a long time for the flames to return to normal.

"Impossible," he muttered.

"It wasn't until Red Square Street that I was sure it was you. Yodel said hoarsely.

The middle-aged nobleman seemed to be very excited, he carefully put away the JC dagger in his hand, and said respectfully: "Now-"

But the traverser interrupted him with action.

Tails gritted his teeth, grabbed the middle finger of his right hand with his left hand, squeezed out a few more drops of blood from the small wound, and fell to the ground!

"Poof!"

The flame of the lamp on the ground grew larger again and became red.

"This is the magic that the High Priest of Li Xiya laid down twelve years ago, as long as your blood drip on the ground of the royal capital, the lamp of blood will be lit from the darkness. The middle-aged nobleman said tremblingly.

Tails suddenly understood.

On the day he was beaten by Quaid, his blood fell to the ground.

On the day Quaid slaughtered the beggar, his blood fell to the ground.

As he hit the wall of air, his blood dripped to the ground.

When he was murdered by Ashida, his blood dripped to the ground.

Tails sighed helplessly.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.