Kingdom's Bloodline-Chapter 586 I Know the Way

Chapter 586 I Know the Way

In Yongxing City, Xihuan District, a simple but low-key but expensive carriage drove across the stone road and turned into the next intersection on the bustling street.

"This is Linhe Street, Hongfang Street is the next road, voila, it's there."

Through the small window in front of the car, Conmuto's voice came from the driver's seat.

But Taylors was not affected at all.

"Your Highness..."

Little Slider, Yuqian Conference, Secret, Anke, Gu...

In the bumpy carriage, a prince who could not return home was thinking sullenly, unintentionally enjoying the street view of Yongxing City outside the window.

Whether it is the Renaissance Palace or the Secret Science, whether facing the king or the black prophet, repression and discomfort are his key words today.

But what most concerned the teenager was the words before Anker Bailar syncoped.

[Grasp your sword. 】

Thales subconsciously tightened his fists, only to find himself unarmed and hollow in his palm.

He lowered his head, staring blankly at his left hand.

But only the scars on the palms could be seen.

"Your Highness?"

Suddenly his shoulders were heavy, and then Taylor recovered.

In the carriage, Glover nodded to him and released the prince's shoulder.

"Are you sure we really want to do this? Hongfang Street?" Conmuto outside the carriage turned back from the window:

"If Chief Mallos knows..."

He looked embarrassed.

Glover's expression remained the same, but his eyes expressed the same concerns.

Tails adjusted the neckline of the newly changed clothes and sighed.

these people.

Even if he holds the title of Royal Guard or Star Lake Guard, even if he is the second prince and Duke of Star Lake, he is the second most honorable person in this country...

But whether it is Comuto or Glover, even the D.D. who has the best relationship with him, still have doubts about himself?

As for Mallos...

"You are right, then..."

Tells pondered for a second, then turned to shout out of the empty window:

"Do you have any comments, Mallorca?"

Glover and Kongmutqi were stunned.

"Majors? Your opinion?"

Tyles repeated it, knocked on the car wall, and listened pretentiously for a while.

"It seems..."

The prince turned his head and looked at the stiff Glover and helpless Kongmuto, regretfully spreading his hands:

"He has no opinion."

Glover plucked his eyebrows and said nothing.

Comutuo could only show an unnatural smile and turned back to drive.

Their carriage slowly drove into the main road of Hongfang Street and merged into the ranks of other carriages and passers-by.

The window immediately became lively: greet, sell, solicit, curse, and so on.

Attracting the attention of Tells from the past to reality.

If you don't look at others, Hongfang Street is probably no different from the other wealthy parts of the Western District: wide main roads, neat houses, alleyways, and crowds shoulder to shoulder.

But the number of entertainment venues here is unmatched by other places: pubs, hotels, gambling stalls, theaters, street stalls and roadside shops specializing in "good goods", and of course, there are a variety of things that can not be avoided on Red Square Street. "Clubhouse".

Looking out of the window at the same time but changing a lot of street scenes, Tells couldn't help but get a little crazy.

When he was a beggar, Taylors walked to Red Square Street more than once to "find business". Of course, it was in a more lively and safe evening-be aware that beggars are no less sensitive to fixed sites than cats, dogs, and gangsters. Even the country, even if it's just begging for life under different gangs.

But at that time, Kyle Tells was in the crowd, either being bullied by bulldozers or being ignored by contempt.

This was the first time he sat on a horse-drawn carriage and visited this Yongxing City's delightful resort as an ordinary citizen or even a noble guest.

Kong Mutuoti's reining whip-the work experience of protecting dignitaries gave him the familiar driving skills-shuttled on the street, ignoring the small local brothels and even brokers, and went straight to the destination.

Along the way, they met a lot of men: some enthusiasm was ushered in infinitely, some at first were at a loss, some people called friends and friends to be impatient, some were squeamish and unpretentious, and some were wearing plain and sneaky Some are dressed up in a fashionable and elegant manner, some are in a hurry to do things, and others laugh and laugh.

There are also many women on the street: an old bustard filled with smirks, a busy woman washing, a gray-faced female worker, a maid who hurries on the road, a poor girl dressed like a boy, and a poor girl who runs the errands on the street, and her face is full of anger The noblewoman who rushed to catch her husband back home even had a glimpse of the noble lady who ran out in a carriage and hid behind a handkerchief and fan with a red face looking out...

And Tyers and their carriages were mixed, unremarkable, without stopping all the way, and soon drove into the central block to enter a group of luxuriously decorated, shiny houses.

"Ouch, sisters, it's a guest! Look at the carriage, it's full of materials!"

The crime of the Prison River raged, and a whisper of sound immediately invaded Tyers' ears:

"Quick makeup! Tighten your corset!"

"God, what a ghost perfume you are, go wash it!"

"Damn, who took my **** lingerie! That's the secret of Zawak tailor's hand-woven!"

"British vigor, soft beauties are not popular now, they like hard enough..."

In an instant, the three people in the carriage were like bees strayed into the flowers. They hit the entire Red Square Street, the most notable and the most eye-catching scenery-all kinds of beautiful people.

Thales swallowed his throat subconsciously.

"This wagon, which young master is the one who secretly ran out..."

"It's too early, it's not evening yet, it seems he is very anxious, ha ha ha..."

They are scattered in the houses on both sides of the main road, under the porch, on the balconies, in the alleys, behind the windows, hidden in every corner that you can't notice but really exist.

They are just a few years old, Chunfang is moving, Yingyingyanyan, pingting ten thousand species.

"Here comes this point, I definitely don't want to be known by others... Hey, I guess, I like to swallow the sword..."

"Then call Donny?"

"Farewell, he served three men last night, all hurt before and after, the road can't move, let him sleep well..."

"Then, then I'll tighten the bandage and change to men's clothing?"

"Bah, menswear is simple, but do you have the following?"

"How do you know? Maybe it's bigger than him!"

"Then... let me try first? Hey—"

"Oh, you're really here-let go of your hands! Look at me, you don't want to kill your little bitch--"

"Hahaha-Fake style, we, will never become men!"

"Huh, how about that, I'm fine like this, besides, men are not as big as us..."

"Yeah, let me see, maybe it was rubbed by me?"

"Eh, you still come-ah, I finally tightened the underwear strap!"

Tells was blushing and hard-earned.

Some of them are graceful and precious, some have a seductive and **** temperament, some are sentimental and charming, some are desolate and pitiful, some are charming and charming, and some are dignified and elegant.

They may reveal their true contents in exchange for their attention, exchange their attention and exclaim, or chuckle and hide their faces, sigh with mixed expectation and disappointment, or gently sway their fingers freely, inducing the eagerness of men. .

"Maybe it's your good friend? Leave your family crest and say that you are going to marry you?"

"You hate it..."

"Humph, just another bullying traitor..."

"Or a silly old hat blinded by love?"

They are like fairy tales in the forest. The beautiful elves with naughty probes hide in the east and Tibet, one after another, sometimes appearing sometimes mysterious, sometimes passionate sometimes cold, sometimes passionate, sometimes irrational, sometimes Pure and holy, scratching his head from time to time, tickled the viewers' hearts.

I hate to let go of everything and go with it.

Snapped!

Glover put his hand out of the driver's seat, slap his face expressionlessly, and patted Kongmuto, who was upset and forgetful about the business (also wakes up the eye-opening Ters).

"Sorry, cough," Kong Mutuo said awkwardly, touching the back of his aching head:

"I've been here-of course because of official business-a few times, it just opened in the afternoon, and it's more lively at night..."

"Second **** officer, Comuto," Glover said coldly, and in turn shifted to the window, blocking a beautiful young lady who gently winked at Tyres on the second floor:

"Your Highness still has something to do."

"Of course, of course..."

Konmuto apologized, and turned his head to look at the "local fellows" who waited for the carriage to slow down and shy up:

"No, we don't need a tour guide, we don't need an introduction, let alone... Hey! Don't pull my reins! Well, don't bother us with the money!"

The guard's officialdom sent away these hospitable "ground companions" in a hurry.

Obviously, at this point, Conmuto did not lie, he was really not good at such scenes.

The carriage drove forward again, turned a few corners, passed a group of fledgling young aristocrats who were critical of different girls and beauties.

Look at them, so confident, frivolous, and comfortable.

Tells silently to himself.

Not like yourself.

At a young age, he was heavily pressed on his shoulders and bound all over his body.

Twilight is deep.

The teenager laughed bitterly.

They drove out of the lively zone, and Conmuto stopped the carriage and pointed to the other side of the street:

"Look, that's "One Night Love", located at the front of the core area of ​​Hongfang Street, in a good location.

Tells poked his head.

Appearing at the far end of his line of sight, there is a luxurious and noble room.

The brokers outside the house were pleased with flattery and enthusiasm. The bustards on the steps waved handkerchiefs and smiled happily.

Not to mention the beautiful people of Yingyan at the windows and balconies.

That's what Bellisia opened...the club?

Encounter overnight?

But somehow, the teenager thought it was inexplicable, but strange.

"Some new," Glover looked at the appearance of the building of "One Night Encounter" frowning, expressing his doubts:

"Out of place with the surroundings."

Kong Mutuo sent another broker who wanted to join in to introduce the business, and the words lighted up:

"Of course, it was rebuilt on the ruins of an old chess room."

The former police officer was excited:

"Some night six years ago, two gangs competed for the protection of Hongfang Street and killed their eyes here-those **** raised even eternal oil, and the sound of the explosion took the chief garrison of Wangdu Alarmed."

Tells heard his heart beating.

He looked at the newly built clubhouse, and compared with the intersections around it, slowly confirming his memory.

Do not.

Six years ago, it was not the explosion caused by Eternal Oil that rebuilt the house.

He propped up the car wall and told himself silently.

No.

Conmuto realized the unusual look of His Royal Highness, and hesitantly said:

"Before getting off the car, can I ask what we are doing here, Your Highness?"

"You can't really come... looking for a woman?"

Glover looked at the situation around him cautiously, but his ear deflected subconsciously to Tyers, obviously also wanting to know the answer.

"of course not."

Tells mysteriously smiled:

"I just need to confirm some things, some, there is no need to circulate things."

"Even if it was against Mallos."

"Do you understand?"

The prince seriously looked at Glover in the carriage and Kongmuto in the driving seat.

Maybe it was due to status, or maybe the eyes were compelling, the two looked at each other, and finally nodded together.

"Okay, you are the owner, I have no right to put your beak. But if we come to Hongfang Street, people will know..."

"Jian, believe me," Tells reluctantly said to Kongmuto:

"You are not the first to worry about this."

"And I have been taught this whole day."

Conmuto hesitated again and again, but he still buried the sentence "Then you didn't have a lesson?"

He jumped out of the driver's seat, opened the door for Taylors, and dedicated himself to the promising task of "accompaniing the prince away from home for fun".

"Do not."

Glover reached his hand in time and pressed Tyers who was about to get off.

"It's too obvious not to go so directly, whether it's His Royal Highness or our temperament."

The zombie watched the crowd coming and going on the street alertly:

"Will be recognized..."

Kong Mutuo raised his eyebrows and put away the expression "I am the guard":

"Oh, they have recognized it."

Tells was puzzled for a while, and Glover looked at each other.

The former police officer used to point to the street as usual:

"I’m not talking about His Royal Highness... But here is Hongfang Street. Everyone along the way, whether it’s street beggars or clubhouse doormen, carriage masters or pastry shop helpers, they have lived here on Hongfang Street. It’s been a long time, with a unique vision, and has long recognized this as a carriage for big people."

Glover looked dignified and meditated silently.

But Kong Mutuo's remarks turned easily, freehand:

"But don't worry too much, a lot of nobles and eunuchs will come here to have fun. Of course, it will be more lively at night...In fact, I bet that the guardian Doyle must be more familiar with it."

Tails exhaled: It would have been better if Doyle had not been whipped.

Kong Mutuo tried his best to dispel the worries of the two, but Glover was still alert and never relaxed.

It seems that after he entered Hongfang Street, he became a suspicious beast.

Looking at their expressions, Tyers raised his eyebrows and nodded:

"Okay, but we might as well be low-key."

The prince probed out of the car and pointed at the "one-night encounter" diagonally across the street:

"When we go in, can we not cross the road or the main entrance, for example," Tells looked at the bustling street full of customers:

"Go through the back door?"

Comutuo scratched his chin:

"In theory, we can go around Xiacheng District, enter Hongfang Street from the other direction, and then walk through the back door, so as to avoid the flow of people, but I strongly recommend not to do this."

Downtown area.

Tyres frowned, and Glover was suspicious.

"Although the security of the Xihuan District and Xiacheng District is under the responsibility of the Xicheng Police Department, forgive me, their jurisdiction is limited to Hongfang Street-the five largest police stations in Yongxing City, and Xicheng has always been the worst, The scum is colluding all over the place, and every year there are several corrupt and corrupt police officers and patrol members."

Comutuo showed disgust and disdain:

"Especially in Xiacheng District-I don't doubt our ability to protect Your Highness, but that place is not safe and easy to cause trouble."

At this moment, Glover suddenly looked up, staring at the light, stab the car.

"alert."

The zombie was so tight as to be facing an enemy that both Teres and Comutuo were startled.

"what happened?"

Following the eyes of Glover, the two looked towards the club across the street.

Encounter overnight.

Only then did Taylors realize that there was a lot of people around "One Night Encounter" sometime.

Most people wear plain clothes and cold eyes, and they all look around in the round-trip patrol.

"Something is wrong."

Conmuto also noticed that something was wrong. He subconsciously closed the door from the outside, leaving only the window:

"These people are not guests..."

Thales's eyebrows converged slowly.

"It's the thug."

Glorious face is gloomy, concise and clear to tell the truth:

"A gangster who specializes in violence."

Konmuto was too late to be surprised by his colleagues' eyesight, and heard the prince add equally seriously:

"It's the Black Street Brotherhood."

"It's their beater."

A thug stopped a guest who was about to enter the clubhouse, and in the latter's dissatisfied protest, he searched the other person's whole body rudely while interrogating carefully.

Something happened.

Tails stared cautiously at the crowd outside the clubhouse he once knew very well.

There was silence for a while inside and outside the carriage.

Comutuo swallowed his throat:

"Yeah, maybe it's business management? To be honest, it's normal..."

"Not only." Taylors' voice sounded.

Glover and Conmutozzi turned to him.

Tells's eyes shifted around the clubhouse, becoming more serious:

"Not just thugs, look around: helpers, apprentices in various shops, errands, beggars on the street, even street vendors, sellers..."

"None of them are in a normal state."

At the reminder of Tells, Glover and Comuto started their own jobs and carefully observed the situation at the street junction. The two slowly changed color.

"Is it terrified by the gangster?" Comutuo returned to the driver's seat and asked uncertainly.

"Do not."

Tells shook his head, increasingly affirming his thoughts:

"Because they are also from the Brotherhood."

Conmuto turned back in doubt:

"what?"

Tells searched for his previous street experience and guessed:

"Out of interest or habit, these people are actually the eyes of the Brotherhood, and they are happy to send messages to them."

"Obviously, they have also been ordered and reminded to pay attention to the wind and grass around them."

Conmuto solemnly said:

"They... are the Brotherhood deliberately trained like this?"

"No." Taylors shook his head:

"Because this is what they look like."

"The Black Street Brotherhood is not born in the void, but originates from desperate people who have nowhere to go-they have been deeply rooted in the community of the bottom people from the first day."

Under the puzzled eyes of Comutuo and Glover, Tells said quietly:

"In those worst places, if your life is difficult, unsustainable, desolate, sorrowful, struggling to survive, then the Brotherhood is one of your ways out."

"No need to disguise, no need to cover up, everyone usually lives their own lives, when you need it, you will consciously and tacitly communicate to those members with black silk arms to provide information and provide convenience."

Thinking of the past, Tyers was fascinated slightly.

Glover and Konmuto exchanged their gazes in surprise, quite surprised by the prince's knowledge.

"Jian, you said, the one-night encounter was established after the gang fire broke out?"

Tells said cautiously.

"Yes, six years ago, the Brotherhood and the scumbags of the Blood Bottle Gang bite the dog, and scourge the Red Square Street, so that the big guys have no need to visit the brothel," Comutu pressed down the question and watched the increase gradually. The thugs:

"I heard that the Xicheng Police Department intervened, forcing them to stop and strike."

six years ago.

Red Square Street.

Brotherhood and blood bottle gang.

Stop fighting.

Thales's brows grew tighter.

"Your Highness, what shall we do? Are you still going?"

Tells raised a finger and motioned them to be quiet:

"Let's take another look."

In their doubts, the young man took a deep breath and closed his eyes to evoke the crime of the prison river.

He instantly entered the senses of hell, especially focusing on his ears and hearing.

Soon, footsteps, collisions, friction, groans, giggles, scolding... There were chaotic and disturbing sounds from across the street, and at the same time attacked the senses of Taylors.

However, after experiencing the experience of a desert trip, a lot of grown Taylors skillfully adjusted the scope of the crime of the prison river, just as to appease the untamed beasts, not to allow excessively sensitive senses to hinder themselves, while filtering out useless voices.

Only the most critical dialogue is left.

"Did the blood bottle help?"

The voice of a Brotherhood thug came, with unconvinced indignation and excitement.

"I don't know, but if Le York knows..."

"I really want to see his expression..."

"I heard that ‘insomniacs’ were all transferred...”

Tells turned his head gently, looking for other focus.

Soon, he found the truth.

"Who dares to tie people on our site..."

"Is it green skin?"

"It is possible, but I heard that Daqingpi of Xicheng has an agreement with us..."

"Boss Morris is back..."

"I heard that he was very angry, and he personally took someone to find the "Magic Blade" and "Red Viper" VIPs..."

"No, the blood bottle doesn't admit it, the scene is ugly..."

"Damn, are we going to fight again? How long did the truce..."

Thales slowly grasped the key message.

"It may also be done by non-familiar outsiders, you know, Jiang Yang thieves..."

"After the prince returned home, many foreigners came from the city, from top to bottom..."

"Fucking prince, staying in the north will not be over, all the trouble brought back..."

The mood of Tyers grew dignified.

Just then, another voice inserted into his senses:

"They found her!"

"Belicia, she is still alive!"

Tells jumped.

"She came back by herself, false alarm."

"My brother said that she was not right, and when she came back, she shouted to see Lord Lanser..."

"Whoever does this doesn't want us to be better off."

Tied people.

Belicia.

Tells opened his eyes.

"I think I know what's going on."

"They are getting mad."

Facing the strange eyes of the two subordinates, Tells looked at the sign of "One Night's Encounter" and sighed in his heart.

"That Highness, we..." asked Conmuto tentatively.

Tells looked at the thugs surrounding the "One Night Encounter" and shook his head in disappointment.

No, obviously, when the Kingdom Secret Service kidnapped Belicia from here, it did not consider low-key issues at all.

The Brotherhood was stabbed by Ma Honeycomb.

At least, don’t think about getting close today.

At least there is no way to keep a low profile.

In disappointment, Taylors leaned on the carriage, and more conversation came from his ear:

"I am Reedmore, the command of Morris boss: These few days, the site of Red Square Street is guarded by our sleepless people."

"The number of guests received is halved, and the sentinel is strengthened."

"Look at it and see if anyone is watching these days-wait, how long has it been in the carriage across the street?"

"Go, look."

Tells wanted to listen a little more until he responded with a shock:

The other party is talking about them.

"bad."

Seeing many thugs approaching here suspiciously, Glover's expression changed, and he knocked on the driver's seat:

"Secretary Conmuto, I think they noticed us."

"Ready to run."

Conmuto was taken aback, he watched the brotherhood thugs move closer and closer, and took his pocket calmly:

"It's okay, I brought the previous police officer badge, as long as..."

"No," but Glover interrupted him with a decisive tone:

"That's a brotherhood, not a blood bottle gang, they don't care... and we are inconvenient to show our identity."

Conmuto frowned.

The thugs were getting closer and closer, and many people looked at Kongmuto, who was wearing a cloak and hiding his head in the driver's seat.

"Glover is right, we can't be dragged here, leave now."

Thales made the final decision:

"I'll talk about it someday."

It was at this time.

"Hey!"

On the other side of the street, among the approaching thugs, the leader named Redmore spoke to their carriage:

"Guests over there, but are you here for fun?"

Comutuo and Tells changed slightly.

"You know, the one-night encounter is discounted today..."

Redmoor made gestures while speaking, and the surrounding thugs quietly spread out and surrounded them.

"Oops..." Tells muttered.

The next second, Glover decisively knocked open the door on the other side, climbed out of the car, changed to the driver's seat without any point, and squeezed Computo aside.

"let me do it."

Comutuo is still hesitating:

"but……"

But Glover pulled the reins without warning and yelled angrily:

"Sit firmly!"

In the horse's hiss, the carriage started instantly!

Oooo...

With no time to respond, Tells stumbled on the rear wall and quickly reached out to support himself.

"Hey!"

The chasers of the thugs came from outside the carriage and Ruthmore shouted angrily:

"Stop!"

"Damn, I knew it had a problem!"

Glover, who was driving, looked cold and hurriedly steered the horse. The carriage speeded out of the street and continued to accelerate!

"Grove Pioneer... Aw, my nose... slow down, Your Royal Highness is still in the car!" Coming from the driver's seat, Kongmuto's voice cried, obviously hitting his nose in the gallop.

The wheels rolled on the stone road, bumping back and forth, and Tells shuddered up and down in the carriage, only feeling that his soul was going to heaven.

Cluck cluck cluck...the sound of horseshoes and wheels became more and more frequent.

The street scene outside the window quickly receded, reflecting the shocked face of a passerby like a walking light.

When it was noon, there were not many people on Hongfang Street, but their carriages were really rampant without shyness. The passers-by screamed and retreated. On the way, they also knocked over a hawker's stall, causing a lot of curse.

"Stop it! Stop it! The Brotherhood is rewarding!" The voices of Redmore and the thugs came chasing from behind and became more urgent!

Snapped!

"Go away!" Glover snarled and pulled out his whip to drive passersby:

"Bonus for a bounty!"

Hey, hey...

The speed of the car is accelerating more and more, no matter the way.

"No no no, look at the way!" Kongmuto screamed in shock.

The car inevitably broke a clothes rod, and several pieces of clothing flew into the window.

The unlucky Taylors managed to maintain his balance, unable to dodge, and was covered by a female bra.

My day!

The prince plucked the bra off his face angrily.

The setting sun is on, this is the fastest and worst carriage he has ever ridden!

The carriage was chasing and the soldiers were chasing endlessly, and the road surface of the Red Square was a mess.

"Go around the shortcut and stop them! The **** raises!" Redmore ordered with anger, and the chasing team suddenly separated a group of people and disappeared into the alley.

"Damn, they are ground snakes, knowing the way..." Kongmuto, who was stable in the driver's seat, finally said anxiously:

"Where do you want to go? Go straight back?"

Glover's face was calm and unheard, but he urged the horse intently, driving the carriage faster and faster.

But the next second, the zombie's arm stretched out muscles, and it was cruelly closed!

Hey, hey.

Amidst the mourning and hoofing of the horses, the carriage whirled in an emergency stop, and the wheels on one side were thrown into the air and left the ground!

At that moment, as if the time was slowing down, Tells' eyes widened slowly.

In the carriage, his body also rose.

The scenery outside the car window moved upwards, revealing a **** the balcony on the second floor who was drying her underwear. The latter was also surprised to look at Taylors in the carriage and disappeared in front of her.

"I'm leaning on—" Outside the carriage, Conmuto's sorrowful cries were not finished, and they were covered by the screams.

In such a dangerous posture, the half-by-wheel carriage followed the strong inertia and inserted horizontally into an alley.

Unlucky, not only Kong Muto.

boom!

Taylors rotated 180 degrees in the air, hitting a sturdy back box.

"Driving!" Glover yelled again!

Bang!

Half of the wheels in the air hit the ground again, accelerating again in tremor.

Damn it.

The carriage stabilized again, and the prince painfully climbed from the carriage sofa, cursing in his heart.

This is not just a carriage going to the club...

He actually has to speed up the corner?

People who don’t know, think you are going to catch a thief—no, catch a shrimp!

Before Waiting for the death of Tyers, he was shocked to find that the walls outside the windows on both sides were getting closer!

Cluck cluck--

In the extreme tremor, the prince launched the crime of the prison river, and he grabbed the car wall, and put the small window behind the driving seat:

"Where are we going--"

Tells was strangled in his throat.

Through Glover's shoulder, he desperately saw:

In front of the carriage, there was only one lane that became narrower, darker, darker, and there was no way out.

A dead end.

"Over there! Keep up!"

Although he couldn't see it, the cry for chasing the soldiers became more and more rapid, as he was nearby.

Looking at the narrow rice lane in front, Tyers felt a chill.

They can't get through.

The horse wailed helplessly.

The walls on both sides are getting closer.

Tyres swallowed.

Otherwise, let Glover stop?

The Brotherhood is not easy to deal with.

But if he reveals his identity, they may not dare.

It’s the news that “Duke Xinghu is making trouble on Hongfang Street and the car is full of underwear.” It may be spreading throughout the Kingdom...

Thinking of the king's expression and the black prophet's smile, Taylors had a headache.

But reality always exceeds his expectations.

"Hurry up!"

Glover did not intend to slow down at all. Instead, he beat the horse more and more brutally, forcing it to accelerate forward and rush towards the dim and narrow front!

Seeing that the car was going to die, Tyers was startled and was about to stop.

"No, zombies, it's too narrow, we can't get through it!"

Conmuto's panic sounded again, and he even whispered the opponent's nickname.

"Trust me!"

But Glover pressed his colleagues and yelled angrily:

"I know the size here!"

"Go in!"

The next second, the carriage rushed into the narrow lane without stopping!

The tarp over the head blocked the sunlight, and the surrounding area was suddenly dim.

"Trust me!" Glover's voice was distorted.

The windows on both sides dimmed at the same time.

Uh!

The appalling friction sounded in my ears.

Tails tried to sit in the middle, closed his eyes, and stretched his legs against the carriage.

He swears:

If he survives, he must make the next order:

For the rest of his life, Clover wanted to slam the reins of the carriage again.

however.

Hey, hey, hey...

After an uncomfortable ups and downs, the prince was surprised to find that the carriage gradually stabilized.

In the next second, the eyes lit up, and sunlight reappeared outside the car window.

The horses gasped and gasped, pulling the carriage out of the alley and into the avenue in pain.

It sent a mournful cry to the rude master.

But only in exchange for the next whipping without mercy.

"Okay, we are safe." Glover's tone stabilized, and Kongmuto next to him still panted.

Looking at the clear street scene outside the window, Tells breathed out and was startled.

The carriage started to slow down.

But behind them, the footsteps of the chasing approached quickly, but then disappeared all at once.

"Damn—" Redmore's cursing sounded, but he quickly followed the wind.

The catching sound is getting smaller and smaller, farther and farther away.

Conmuto grabbed the carriage and looked behind him strangely: "Why didn't they... chase?"

"Here is the jurisdiction of the Blood Bottle Gang," Glover did not look back, just holding the reins calmly: "As you said, the Brotherhood has an agreement with them to divide the Red Square."

"No one dares to cross the line easily."

The carriage returned to normal speed and drove steadily for a while, and the passers-by no longer looked at them in surprise.

After a few minutes, they finally determined that they were free from the hunt.

The last time Glover looked at the rear alertly, he returned the reins to Kongmuto.

With different moods, the three of them exhaled.

"But, Glorious Pioneer Officer."

Replying to his normal thinking ability, Kongmuto first issued a question:

"I remember hearing D.D say that every time he pulls people to come to Hongfang Street, you refuse..."

The former police officer drove cautiously, and at the same time looked at Glover with question.

"But how do you know this place so...?"

Still traveling through lanes, light cars?

Like—commutuo pressed this sentence in his heart—going home?

Telsmer said nothing, but he also leaned over to the small window and looked at Glover.

Glover's face does not change color.

But the boy keenly noticed in the senses of hell: the zombie's arm slowly tightened.

"because……"

Glover looked blankly at the street, his words stagnating.

After a few seconds, the zombie closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, as if to give up something.

"Because I grew up here."

At that moment, Tells and Comutuoqi were stunned!

"right here."

Faced with the puzzled eyes of the two, Glover opened his eyes, his tone lost, and his expression was:

"Red Square Street."

At that second, Glover looked at the road of Hongfang Street faintly, his eyes subtle, and the meaning was hard to know.

The sound of horseshoes continued, and the wheels kept on.

It took Taylor and Conmuto several seconds to recover from the news.

"I... they didn't tell me." Kongmuto coughed, embarrassed.

"Because nobody knows-when I joined the guard, my file was partially sealed."

Glover's voice was hoarse and dull, just like a poor student opened a subject book that he was not good at:

"In Mindis Hall, only Lord Mallorse knows this."

In the carriage, Taylors watched his back silently.

In the noisy vocals and monotonous wagon sound, he accidentally learned the secrets of his colleagues, Kongmuto, and nodded:

"Yes, so to say so..."

"Yes."

Glover spoke softly and admitted in a complex mood:

"A long, long time ago, I used to live here, on the streets of Red Square, one of the blood bottle gang..."

He exudes a rotten and dark breath, hoarsely said:

"Begging."

At that moment, Tells was shocked.

Begging.

Glover...

Begging?

In the carriage, the prince said nothing.

"Begging?"

Conmuto was stunned, his eyes moving back and forth between the surrounding streets and the dark Glover:

"But, Pioneer Officer, aren't you from the Seven Stars of Can Xing, the "Knight of the Wind" Glover family..."

Tells coughed heavily and interrupted Kongmuto's words.

The two people outside the carriage turned back at the same time.

"I think we have alarmed some people," Taylors patiently tried not to look at Glover in addition to looking at his subordinates, but tried to maintain his usual tone and said seriously:

"You have to hide from the limelight."

There was a silence between the three.

"of course."

Kongmuto knew what he was doing, he deflected his eyes and stopped staring at his colleagues with strange eyes.

The zombie glanced at Tyers, and after all, he nodded slightly, looking forward.

"Come with me."

A noble first-class pioneer officer, Garon Glover chuckled lowly, with a taunt that he thought only he knew:

"I know the way."

I am fat.

(End of this chapter)