Glover quietly listened to Tinker's complaints. He was preoccupied and did not speak.
"Anyway, today's situation is special." Tinker snapped out of his daze.
"Lillian specifically found the green-skinned man to scare off the Black Silk Gang."
Glover frowned and looked up.
"Black Street Brotherhood? What happened? "
"Don't you know?"
At the mention of this, Tinker sighed in annoyance.
"The head whore of the Brotherhood — a whore called Felicia — has disappeared. She was kidnapped in Red Street Market."
Thales became alert when he heard the interesting content.
Felicia had been kidnapped in Red Street Market.
And he knew who did it.
Glover frowned. "What does that have to do with you?"
Tinker shrugged.
"Aren't the girls from the North popular these days? A few days ago, Felicia fought over a few new Northland girls and became enemies with Lillian.
"So, the Black Silk Gang thinks that we did it. They brought a bunch of people over to put pressure on them. All the shops were 'taken care of', especially here. You know, that damn whore and her 'One Night Encounter'. Even if she didn't kidnap the Northland girls, she has been trying to make things difficult for us all these years."
Tinker sighed.
"Because of this, Red Street Market has been in chaos for the whole day. The atmosphere is tense. Hmph, there was even a blind carriage that ran amok in Red Street Market at this time. By the way, did you see that carriage? "
'A carriage that ran amok …'
Glover was stunned. Under Thales' gaze, he shook his head woodenly.
"So, did you do it?"
Thales quickly took over the conversation and diverted Tinker's attention.
"Kidnap the Brotherhood?"
Tinker glanced at Thales and cast a puzzled look at Glover. The latter signaled that it was fine.
"Of course not, we —"
Tinker denied it at first, but after hesitating for a while, his tone softened.
"Alright, I'm not sure either."
He thought for a while.
"Boss Catherine probably did not do it, but I can't say for sure that Red Viper, Wanderer, or the other people in the gang did not do it."
"This is a huge matter. How could the big shots in Blood Bottle Gang not know about it?" Glover was a little puzzled.
Tinker sneered.
"You've been gone for too long, Pudgy. The situation is different now."
"Six years ago, in the one night battle at Red Street Market, we were utterly defeated. Our vitality was greatly damaged, and we could not have kept this place. All kinds of brothels would have become money trees for Black Silk."
Thales pricked up his ears.
Tinker was a little emotional and helpless.
"It was Boss Catherine who came forward and used her background as a big shot to persuade the green-skins, especially the chief garrison officer, to intervene and force the Black Silk Gang to sit down and negotiate. In any case, they were forced to agree to a truce and spit out half of the newly occupied territory."
Tinker sighed.
"But Blood Bottle Gang has not been the same since then. The Strongest Twelve with potential are either dead or scattered. Almost none of them are left, and the 'big shot Mystic behind the scenes' that the gang has always claimed to have never been seen …
Boss Catherine is the most popular and has inherited most of the territory. However, she chose to negotiate a truce with the Black Silk Gang and has to bear a lot of criticism. Red Viper is not willing to accept it and advocates to reclaim his interests. However, he has made enemies everywhere with his little manpower and power. I can only say that it's good that he didn't help but make things worse. In addition, 'Wanderer' Forger has returned from Blade Edge Hill. He has a group of people under him, and he always wants a piece of the pie. However, he doesn't have any good connections … The other new hills are either useless or still immature and not good enough. "
"So, we are like a sheet of loose sand. We do not have our orders, and we fight incessantly. We keep losing our businesses, territories, and power. On the other hand, the Black Silk Gang work together and prosper. Hard Fist Cenza, Iron Heart Roda, Eye Lance, Alpha Wolf Fiso, Ripper Anton, Fatty Morris. Over the past few years, every boss has become stronger … Did you notice that we don't even mention the legends of Black Sword and the Three Great Assassins anymore?"
As Thales listened to this news, he was shocked to realize that after he left, the underground world of Eternal Star City and even Constellation had been turned upside down and was no longer what it used to be.
Tinker spread his hands.
"You can see from the comparison between 'One Night's Romance' and 'Laurel Club' that our business is deteriorating day by day. We can't make ends meet, and we're just struggling to hang in there. A few days ago, when we were snatching the northern girls, we couldn't win against that vixen, Felicia."
Glover stared at the lights in the room in silence. He did not know what to think.
Tinker's tone changed.
"But first, there's the business discord between the northern girls. Then, there's the kidnapping of people in Red Street Market, which is on the border between the two countries. Then, there's the kidnapper's carriage that crossed the border to stir up trouble … Hey, how can there be such a coincidence? Every single one of these incidents is a sore spot for us and the Black Silk Gang!"
Glover and Thales looked at each other expressionlessly.
Tinker continued to complain, "That's not all. You know that Blood Bottle Gang started off by selling moonshine. As a result, over the past few months, the raw materials for brewing wine, the business of storing wine, and the business of selling wine have all been in a state of depression. Everything is not going smoothly. The wine market is crying piteously for food, but we can't brew wine. We are losing customers and profits day by day. This is practically digging up the gang's roots …
"Also, it is said that several big blacksmith shops in South Street and the suburbs, regardless of whether they are on the right track or not, have been raided by the police these past few days. From the bosses to the apprentices, they have been arrested and sentenced. You should know that most of them have a tacit understanding and agreement with the Black Silk Gang to forge weapons and equipment for them. The Black Silk Gang is famous for being able to fight. Without weapons, how can they fight …
"We suspect that the Black Silk Gang has their eyes on our moonshine business. The Black Silk Gang probably guessed that we used the government to cut off their weapons supply …"
Thales' gaze shifted.
Tinker looked like he was scheming something.
"Hey, I'm afraid that there are ambitious people on both sides who want to stir up trouble … The six years of peace between us and the Black Silk Gang is about to be broken."
Glover wanted to say something but stopped.
Tinker snorted softly and shook his head indifferently.
"Who knows? Maybe this is the norm.
"The six years of peace that both sides managed to reach under great pressure is not normal. It feels like a deliberate fake."
There was silence in the room for a while.
"If the gangs start an all-out war again, Tinker, protect yourself and Lilian," Glover suddenly said.
"Do I need you to remind me?"
Tinker snorted disdainfully and patted his chest.
"I participated in the 'One Night War' six years ago! That scene, that battle, that vigor, that blood all over the streets … F * ck, I don't want to do it a second time in my life. "
Glover looked at him quietly.
"That's good, Tinker. That's good."
When he heard Glover say this, Tinker felt a little unnatural, but an undisguised shout came from the corridor and freed him from the awkwardness.
"Tinker, Tinker!
Where are you? Boss Catherine is gathering manpower! "
It was an unfamiliar and young male voice. His tone was excited, and it was obvious that he was a member of the gang.
"The Black Silk Gang said that the kidnappers' carriage entered our territory and insisted on coming in to search. They fought with our brothers at the border, and a few of them were lying on the ground. I think we're serious this time! They're fighting! "
Glover's expression changed, "Tinker, you …"
But Tinker sneered, got up, and opened the door a little.
In an instant, his expression became one of pain.
Tinker's face contorted as he yelled at the door.
"Damn it! I have diarrhea! My legs are weak …
"I can't go anymore!"
An indignant reply came from the corridor.
"Are you kidding me? Diarrhea again? A few years ago, you were still one of the strongest twelve in the gang … "
Tinker's voice became urgent.
"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore. I have to go to the toilet again. Talk to you later! "
Tinker closed the door and sat back in his chair. He no longer cared about the gang member who dragged him into a gang fight.
On the other hand, Glover and Thales were stunned by what they saw.
"What's wrong?"
Tinker was a little dissatisfied with their gazes.
He explained, "I really have diarrhea. I always say that when Boss Catherine comes to check on me … I, I …"
He touched his stomach, and his expression changed.
"Oh no, I've finished my laxative." Tinker was a little distressed.
"I have to buy a few more packs later."
Glover and Thales both looked at him with complicated gazes.
"That's good, Tinker." Glover inhaled and understood some of Tinker's strategy.
"That's good, Tinker."
But the zombie immediately raised his head seriously.
"Tinker, if you and Lillian need my help …"
"Forget it." Tinker waved his hand nonchalantly.
"You know what I mean, right? With your current identity and our current state, helping is equivalent to harming others. Wasn't the lesson last time enough? "
Glover was instantly stunned.
Tinker was silent for a while, but he still stood up slowly.
"You and your young master should leave once you've rested enough." Tinker pointed at the inconspicuous Thales and patted Glover's strong arm. There was an indescribable emotion hidden in his eyes.
"As for your unconscious brother, if it's not convenient for you, we will hire a carriage to send him to your place …"
Glover looked back at him, slightly confused.
"Thank you, I'll pay for the carriage … Also, I've been transferred, and my salary has increased. If you need money urgently …"
This sentence seemed to have hit a nerve. Tinker's expression changed drastically, and his tone became anxious.
"Hey! We don't need your stinking money!
Especially your family's! "
Glover seemed to have realized something, and his face turned pale as well.
"I know, I know." This was the first time Thales saw the zombie so distressed and aggrieved. He was evasive, and there was shame on his face.
"I'm sorry."
Tinker stared at Glover for a while before he sighed in the end.
"F * ck." Tinker moved his gaze away in displeasure.
"Stop saying sorry.
You're making me sick. "
"I …" Glover was silent for a second before he replied in a daze.
"I'm sorry."
Tinker clicked his tongue in pain, shook his head, and gave up on correcting Glover. He walked towards the door.
"Also …" Tinker's back was facing them. He pressed his palm against the doorknob, and his tone was hesitant.
"You … You better not come here anymore."
Glover's breathing froze.
Tinker's mood was equally gloomy. He seemed to have made up his mind about something.
"I'm saying, if your enemies find out …"
You can't protect us. "
Glover was silent for a few seconds before he spoke with difficulty.
"I know."
'Can't protect us.'
As he looked at Glover's expression, Thales suddenly had an epiphany.
He remembered something.
The zombie took a few deep breaths.
"I know. Thank you, brother."
Tinker did not turn around. He just exhaled as well.
"We are no longer brothers, Pudgy Dumpling."
'Not brothers.'
Glover was stunned for a moment.
"Since you have escaped from this sh * t pit … then go and live the life you deserve."
Tinker gently pulled the door open. His tone was desolate.
"You are … no longer one of us."
"Lillian, that's what she hopes too."
'No longer one of us …'
Thales saw Glover's arm tremble at that moment.
But before the latter could speak, Tinker walked out of the room, leaving only the tightly shut door behind him.
Glover stared at the door in a daze. He could not snap out of his daze for a long time.
After a few seconds, Thales felt that the atmosphere was about right. He then moved gently from the corner to the table and coughed.
"Glover?"
Glover snapped out of his daze and lowered his head in shame.
"I am very sorry, Your Highness.
I should not have … I should not have attacked that police officer. "
"As for Lillian and Tinker … they do not know your identity. Please forgive them."
Thales stared at him carefully and smiled faintly.
"You know, I thought Lady Lillian was your lover at first, just like everyone else did."
Glover's body stiffened.
Thales sighed and moved the chair in front of him.
"So, do you have anything to explain to me about that lady?"
Glover raised his head with difficulty and stared at the prince in a daze.
Thales looked around and tried his best to speak in a calm tone.
"Don't worry, it's just you and me here."
The atmosphere in the room froze for a few seconds.
Glover wanted to say something, but he did not. In the end, he shut his mouth and his expression stiffened.
"If you do not want to say it …" Thales could not help but feel disappointed, but he still put on an understanding smile and stood up.
"It's fine."
He walked to the door.
"Put on your clothes. I will wait for you outside. It's time to go back."
But at that moment …
"Sister."
Glover's hoarse and pained voice came from behind him.
"Lillian, she is my … biological sister."
Thales' gaze froze.
He slowly turned his head around.
"And Tinker." Glover shut his eyes tightly.
"They are my … brothers and sisters from the same mother."
Thales widened his eyes.
"Them? You? "
The prince was puzzled.
"But, but you are from the Glover family …"
"I told you, Your Highness." Glover opened his eyes and looked exhausted. "I was once a child beggar from Blood Bottle Gang.
"That's true."
The room was quiet for a while.
Then, Thales let go of the doorknob and sat in front of Glover.
"I understand now."
The prince tried his best to look at him calmly and gently.
"Same mother?"
Glover nodded and remained silent for a long time.
Thales did not rush him. He just waited for him to slowly figure it out.
"My mother, she was … she was in the sex trade," Glover said hoarsely. He finally let go of some secrets, as if he had finally revealed them.
"She had many clients and gave birth to seven children, or more. I can't remember. Some of them died young."
Thales did not speak. He only listened carefully and attentively.
"And my father …"
Glover sucked in a deep breath.
"He was a mediocre, useless, and unsuccessful playboy who lived under the shadow of his family's reputation."
The zombie's expression became calm again.
"Or in my grandfather's words, 'a piece of trash'."
'Glover's father and grandfather.'
Thales said quietly.
"So, one day, he came to Red Street Market to seek pleasure and met my mother.
"That was just an ordinary purchase of sex." Glover's tone was very calm, as if he was narrating someone else's story.
"She left behind a lowly bastard born from a prostitute."
'Lowly bastard.'
Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
"Ever since I could remember, I lived on this street," Glover said faintly, "Women and the smell of cosmetics, customers and the stench of money, moaning and moaning, freezing, hunger, and sickness. That was my childhood.
"Lillian was the oldest child among us. She learned to lead us in the alleys and roam the streets at a young age. She imitated the adults and lived a hard life.
Roam the alleys and roam the streets.
Imitate the adults and lived a hard life.
As Thales listened to his words, he gradually became absent-minded as well.
"Until a boorish rich man strangled my mother to death on the bed."
Glover's expression was terrifyingly calm.
"Since then, Lillian took over the role of our mother. She sold everything and gave everything she had to lead us children and our younger brothers and sisters to struggle to survive. We went hungry, we ate until we were full, we suffered until we endured."
'Struggled to survive.'
Thales subconsciously clenched his fists.
"Lillian told us that when we were all of us, 'we are connected by blood, we should help each other.'"
"When she wandered the streets, she was taken away by different men again and again. Then, she came back with pitiful copper coins and food. Sometimes, she was even in pain." Glover's eyes showed pain, and the bandages on his body turned red again.
"'We are brothers and sisters. That is the most important thing,' she always said. She laughed and cried."
Thales stared at the lamp on the table without any expression on his face.
"Those days were not easy." Glover paused for a while. "Scabies, slugs … Two of our siblings died of typhoid. Vaughn was caught during a failed theft attempt. After he was carried back, he did not make it. "
'Died of typhoid …
'Was caught stealing …
'Did not make it …'
Thales heard the beating in his chest become faster and faster.
"Until Grandmother Laurel took us in." Glover looked at the furnishings around him gloomily. "Here.
"Laurel Club."
Thales took a deep breath.
"Was Grandmother Laurel a good person?" The prince tried to hide his true emotions by participating in the conversation.
"I would not say that."
Glover shook his head.
"There are no good people who can make a living on the streets.
"At that time, everyone did not call her Wet Nurse, and this place was not called Laurel Club either. Wet Nurse herself was beautiful, and her methods were superb. She also had a deep relationship with Blood Bottle Gang, and she managed to get close to several Blood Bottle Gang cadres."
"She was planning for herself. She liked Lillian's appearance and tenacity.
"As for the few of us, we were just additional members.
"But that was not important. What was important was that from then on, we became child beggars for Blood Bottle Gang."
Thales' gaze wandered. He seemed to see a dilapidated house with a few unkempt children squatting inside.
"Lillian was taken away by the grandmother, and her life became much better. But the person in charge of the child beggars in Blood Bottle Gang was a former circus clown who played with throwing knives. He had a strange temper and was naturally suspicious. He also liked to laugh maniacally as he used us to practice his throwing knives.
"In the end, only Lillian, Tinker, me, and the youngest, Trento, were left among our siblings."
Thales suddenly realized that he had subconsciously raised his left hand and pressed it against the burn scar under his shirt.
"If everything had progressed normally, I would have been like most of the orphans born on this street. I would have either joined Blood Bottle Gang to run errands or become a fighter, or I would have left halfway and tried to become an apprentice or a farmer to make a living on my own."
When he said this, Glover's voice trembled.
"Until that day."
Thales raised his head subconsciously.
"That day, the clown who took care of the child beggars chased me, Tinker, and Trento together while laughing maniacally. He handed us over to some people who were dressed neatly but did not smile. Lillian was also sent over after that.
"We were brought to Sunset Temple, and each of us had a blood sample taken."
Thales trembled slightly.
He seemed to have seen his own 'day'.
Dawn, blood, and lights.
Glover said absentmindedly, "They sent us to the most beautiful house I have ever seen in my life, and we ate the most delicious food we have ever eaten."
'The most beautiful house.
'The most delicious food.'
Thales' gaze gradually became unfocused.
Then, Glover's tone became tense.
"Until they pushed the door open and entered.
"They took me away."
The zombie's words were filled with boundless resentment.
"Only … me.
"I wanted to bring my brothers and sisters with me, but those people did not allow it. They only sent me to the carriage respectfully, but they left no room for doubt.
"Until I realized what they were going to do to the remaining people after I left. You know, they were all employers, and they had been doing this kind of task for a long time, such as silencing people after the deed."
Thales lowered his head and closed his eyes.
"I used everything I learned on the streets to break free and jump off the carriage."
Glover took a deep breath with great effort, as though he had just blocked a full-powered attack from an opponent.
"When I rushed back …
"Tinker struggled madly, Lillian cried in pain, and Trento only twitched."
The zombie gritted his teeth.
"What did I want to do?
"But there were too many of them, and they were too strong.
"I … I was too weak at that time."
'I was …
Too weak. '
Thales realized that his arm under the table was trembling uncontrollably.
His memory seemed to have returned to that night. He saw Quide's red nose and the children's faces, which were crying in fear.
"At that moment, an old but dignified knight arrived. He and his men drew their swords and saved Tinker and Lillian."
Glover exhaled in pain.
"But Trento, our little brother … he was too young. When the rope was around his neck, he could not breathe, and he could not fight back."
"It was too late."
'It was too late.'
Thales sat quietly in his original spot.
"The old knight squatted down, caressed the back of my hand, and apologized to me. He told me that it was an accident, and that he was my grandfather. He shared the same blood as me. He was a royal knight, the master of the Glover Family, and the Watchman of the Royal Guards.
"And he believed that no matter how embarrassing and humiliating it was, the blood of the Glover Family should not wander the streets."
When he talked about his grandfather, Glover had an extremely conflicted gaze.
"My grandfather admired my loyalty and friendship towards my blood kin. He said, 'My love and friendship cannot be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold.'
"And he could protect and even support my siblings, as long as I could give the same loyalty and friendship to my true brother."
Thales looked up.
"True … brother?"
Glover nodded.
"Later, I found out that my father passed away that year. And Lozano, my half-brother, contracted typhoid. They did not know if he could survive it.
"As the backbone of the King's Faction, the Glover Family needed a backup direct heir."
The zombie said in a daze.
"From that day onwards, I changed my name.
"I was no longer called Pudgy Dumpling, but Caleb Glover.
"An illegitimate son of the famous Wind Knight, Glover Family, who was born in a filthy and lowly family."
Thales stared at him in a daze. He seemed to have seen that day six years ago, when he stood high above the Hall of Stars and faced the densely packed crowd in Star Plaza.
"'Regardless of your past, when you stand up, you are …"'
"'Thales TherrenGirana Kessel Jadestar."'
"'The Second Prince of Constellation."'
Thales closed his eyes before he opened them again.
It was as if he wanted to wash away the light and shadows in front of him.
"I understand now."
The prince said tiredly,
"So, to you, this place, and them, Lillian, Tinker, Torto … That is your homeland, your past.
Your indelible self. "
Glover's gaze sharpened slightly.
But after a moment, he shook his head with a bitter expression.
"No."
"You do not understand, Your Highness.
"When I gradually matured and became independent, and joined the Royal Guards, especially when Lozano became more and more outstanding, when my grandfather finally passed away, when I became dispensable again …"
Glover stared at the room in Laurel Club in a daze.
"Finally, one day, I returned and reunited with them and my siblings."
'Reunited.'
Thales was silent.
But at that moment, Glover raised his trembling hands and looked at his fingers, which were full of calluses from practicing swordsmanship.
"Yet, I discovered that the only thing I brought them was pain."
"Be it the misfortune of young Torto in the past.
It was something that happened later. "
Thales tensed up.
"What happened?" he asked softly.
Glover snorted softly. His voice was filled with sarcasm.
"You know, Your Highness, I am not a sociable person, and I do not know how to socialize. I forced my way into the Vanguard Division with my grandfather's name, but I offended many people.
"They, a few bastards in the Vanguard Division who had a grudge against me, somehow found out about my background, as well as my …"
Glover lowered his head sadly.
"My relationship with Lillian."
Thales sighed.
"So, after I fought with them again, that night, those bastards came here in groups."
Glover's voice was low.
"They used an unprecedented amount of money to kidnap Lillian."
His voice began to tremble.
"They, they locked her in a house …"
Thales' heart was heavy. He pursed his lips.
"A coward's move."
Glover ignored him.
"When Tinker knocked on my door in the middle of the night, covered in wounds …
"I had to go to the Glover Family's mansion and do what I did not want to do the most — seek help from Lozano and find the best doctor for the dying Lillian."
The zombie had to pause to adjust his emotions.
The room became quiet.
Thales was silent for a while before he spoke again.
"Those people in the Royal Guards, those bastards, who are they?"
"It doesn't matter anymore." Glover shook his head with a gloomy expression. "It's already been solved."
"Solved?"
Glover snorted mockingly. Hatred and determination appeared in his eyes.
"You know, those bastards were certain that I would not dare to take the risk and attack her. They proudly showed off to me and told me how they tortured her that night …"
Thales remembered the terrifying wounds on Lillian's body just now, and he was speechless.
Glover gulped and gritted his teeth.
"I … I couldn't control myself."
Thales nodded.
"Just like today?"
Glover closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry.
"I committed a great taboo by attacking a colleague, and I caused great trouble. Lozano used his connections, looked for laws, and tried his best, but he could only barely save my life. "
Glover opened his eyes. There was no light in them, only a deep numbness.
"Until one day, a person came to the guards' Confinement Well.
"He told me that he was the new watchman of the Royal Guards, and he needed a new subordinate.
"So I walked out of the Confinement Well, followed Lord Mallos, and went to Western Desert."
'I see.'
The two of them were silent again for a while until Thales spoke.
"Glover …"
But the zombie seemed to have suddenly woken up. He interrupted the prince without caring about anything else.
"So, I know."
Glover grabbed the bandages on his body tightly. His face was contorted.
"A long time ago, at the moment I was taken away by my grandfather, everything changed."
Thales stared at him quietly, and he suddenly understood what it meant to "empathize".
"We, Lillian, Tinker, I …"
Glover exhaled in pain. He felt resentful, but also relieved.
"We can't go back.
Forever. "
At that moment, many scenes and words flashed in Thales' mind.
'Child beggars.
'Siblings.
'The day my fate was changed.
'A new life.
'An old burden.'
In his daze, the prince heard Gilbert's words.
[Perhaps the day you find them.]
"Is the day you cause their deaths."
In the next second, Thales took a deep breath and snapped out of his memories.
"Glover."
The prince's voice rose steadily, and there was a tone that allowed no room for doubt.
"Can you still walk?"
The zombie looked up in confusion.
"Your Highness?"
Thales stared at the door expressionlessly. No one knew what he was thinking.
"I want to go somewhere."
Glover was stunned for a second before he reacted.
"Your Highness, Kommodore is not here. I am alone, and we do not have enough manpower —"
Thales smiled. He did not wait for him to finish and spoke to the door.
"Lorbec?"
"Big Brother Lorbec?"
It was quiet outside the door. There was no response.
Glover looked puzzled.
Thales felt a little embarrassed, so he raised his voice.
"Lorbec! Lorbec the Blockhead Deira! "
There was still no response.
The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.
Then, Thales took a deep breath, put his hands in front of his mouth, and formed a trumpet shape.
He shouted angrily, "Cohen Nima Karabeyan!"
There was a thud outside the door, as if someone had suddenly bumped into the door.
Glover's expression changed. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and stared at the door gloomily.
As expected, the next moment, the door opened. Police Kohen's bruised and swollen face was revealed through the crack. His face was full of fear and puzzlement.
"What? Big Brother Wya — "
Thales interrupted him, "Get ready. Follow me to a place."
Kohen was stunned. "Where?"
"Downtown."
'Downtown …'
Both Glover and Kohen were stunned.
After a few seconds, the police officer cautiously opened his mouth.
"But, but that is Black Street Brotherhood's territory …"
Thales' gaze turned cold.
"Are you afraid?
Sir Karabeyan, the first-class police officer of Western City Police Station? "
Kohen paused. He was a little indignant, but he was still hesitant.
"That's not it. Just that, forgive me for reminding you, the Brotherhood and Blood Bottle Gang have been showing signs of tension recently …"
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"Are you afraid?"
"No, no, no." Kohen hurriedly shook his head.
"I mean, although I am very strong, and although the big brother sitting there is only a little weaker than me (Glover snorted in disdain), if I were to barge into the Brotherhood's lair …"
"Are you afraid?"
"Of course not. I have been to Downtown a few times, but the roads there are not easy to walk on. It is very easy to get lost. Once you get lost, you will only get lost until the sky turns dark …"
"Are you afraid?"
"No, but you are a prince after all. If you accidentally bump into something …"
"Are you afraid?"
"No, no. Also, I am on leave today. It is not considered a work injury, and the medical expenses are not reimbursed …"
"Are you afraid —"
Bang!
Kohen slammed the door angrily, and a loud sound was heard!
He was full of grandeur and looked death calmly in the eye.
"Damn it, what's so great about it? Let's go!"
The police officer gritted his teeth and roared in a Western Desert accent.
"I'm not afraid of your balls!"
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