Chapter 534

The Rat King took a deep breath, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he regained his composure.

"I will never sell this kind of thing, and no one will sell it in Xiacheng District now."

"Why?"

"Because this is the rule left by that person!"

That cold, stern, deep face flashed through his mind, and even though he hadn't seen it for several months, the Rat King still couldn't help but tremble slightly.

That person has not appeared for a long time, but when he reorganized the entire Xiacheng District, the two rules he left behind, namely no contamination with banned drugs and no human trafficking, are still circulating in Xiacheng District today.

This does not necessarily mean that the person is so kind-hearted and cannot see the filth in the lower city. On the contrary, it is more like the red line specially set by the person.

A red line used to establish authority.

It is like a boundary monument standing in the lower city, announcing to all those who intend to restless that those who cross the boundary will die.

Otherwise, it will be like the Red Fire Gang and the Hyena Gang that were wiped out overnight.

This is the majesty of the One.

The Rat King feels that no matter what, he has not triggered that red line yet...

"That...oh, you mean the so-called Dark Emperor who rules over the entire lower city?"

Suddenly, there was a hoarse, dry sound, like the friction of two pieces of pig iron, interrupting the Rat King's thoughts.

"who?"

The Rat King looked at the guard wrapped in black robe behind Mr. Gro, frowned and shouted:

"Be bold!"

"Oh, it's not that I'm too courageous, but over the years, the Rat Club, the Brotherhood, the Three-Headed Dog, the Trading House... one by one, your courage has become so small. It's really disappointing. I originally I thought you had at least made some progress.”

The man in black robe took a few steps forward indifferently, but Gentleman Gro beside him was not surprised, and even lowered his head to give up his position.

It was as if the real owner here was not Gro, but a guard behind him who didn't even attract the Rat King's attention.

"Who are you? What do you mean?"

The Rat King became vigilant. He backed away slowly, and at the same time motioned to his subordinates behind him to draw their weapons and move forward.

But the man in black robe just raised his hand and pointed lightly.

The subordinate who was about to draw the sword straightened up, his face flushed, and he seemed to have used all his strength, but the sword was stuck and unable to be taken out of the sheath.

The Rat King looked horrified, and suddenly raised his military repeating crossbow, which he had already cocked, and pointed it at the man in black:

"Who are you and what do you want to do? This is my territory!"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. Of course we know this is the territory of His Excellency the Rat King. This is just a little joke, a little joke."

Mr. Groo waved his hands quickly, still smiling and calming the atmosphere.

But the Rat King didn't even look at him, and still stared at the man in black robes. His always accurate intuition told him that this was the real source of the danger premonition.

"Ah."

The man still chuckled disdainfully, and then lifted the hood that covered his face:

"After all these years, is Sam, the gangster who could only fight on the streets, finally qualified to point his weapon at me?"

"you……"

In the cramped cabin, a few candles brought flickering light.

And as the candlelight shone on the man's face, the Rat King's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression became frightened, as if he had seen a dead soul floating in the dark night.

"Old ghost? Are you an old ghost? Are you not dead yet?"

The Rat King staggered back a few steps in panic. When he saw that face, his long-standing memory was awakened. The terrifying existence that almost completely ruled the dark side of the entire lower city came to mind again, and overlapped with the old man in front of him.

That was a long history, and many people in Xiacheng District have completely forgotten it, but some old people who have experienced that period will never be able to erase some of the traces engraved in their bones.

Ten years ago, long before Mr. Bruce appeared, there was a gang leader codenamed Old Ghost. With his iron-blooded methods, sinister strategies, and trembling reign of terror, he almost integrated the entire downtown area.

Unfortunately, just before he succeeded, for some unknown reason, he offended a big shot above who was said to be extremely powerful.

Then he was chased by strong men sent by the big shots. The huge gang established by the old ghost fell and dispersed overnight, and he himself disappeared. It was rumored that his body was divided into thirteen pieces, along with his A lifetime of accumulated wealth sank into the deepest part of the ancient Rhine.

This rumor once caused a lot of Taobao fever, and many people thought they had found the wealth and corpse of an old ghost. But now, this "dead man" who had disappeared for ten years has appeared in front of him again?

"Yes, I am an old ghost, I am not dead, and now, I am back."

The old ghost smiled and opened his arms, as if he was warmly welcoming an old friend.

The orange candlelight flickered, showing an extremely weathered face, with time leaving clear marks on it.

His temples are already gray, and there is a hint of elegance between his eyebrows.

But a hideous scar running through the entire face from the upper left to the lower right completely destroyed the elegant temperament, leaving only a ferocious look that seemed to be brewing with endless hatred and anger.

It was obvious that he was unarmed, and that he was being targeted by a deadly repeating crossbow, but the Rat King felt that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

His lips had turned white and his voice was hoarse:

"No...impossible. The old ghost is already dead. He died ten years ago! Otherwise, otherwise, after so many years..."

"Yeah, it's been so many years."

The old ghost sighed with emotion and turned to look at Belland in the night outside the window:

"Many things have changed. Many streets are even unfamiliar to me. When did that street become like that? Unfortunately, there used to be a tavern somewhere. I quite liked it."

"What on earth do you want to do!"

The Rat King came back to his senses from the long memory, and the fierceness that had been forcibly gathered appeared in his narrowed eyes again. He stared at the old man in front of him who was talking and looking back on the past:

"So what if you are really an old ghost? You have already died once. You are no longer the gang leader you once were. You have nothing now!"

"Yes, I have nothing now. Sam, you also know that ten years is too long. It is long enough to turn a brave and strong man into a hunched old man. It is also long enough to turn a tall building that has been built with great pains. It just collapsed. And the most distressing thing is that I may not have the next ten years.”

"so……"

The old ghost slowly turned his head, with a strange smile on his hideous face. He stared into the eyes of the Rat King and said slowly:

"I'm here to get what's mine, Sam."

"your things?"

The Rat King's cheek twitched, his finger tightened on the trigger, and hissed:

"There is nothing of yours here! Go back to your cemetery!"

"Yes! Of course there is! Isn't it right here?"

The old ghost picked up the box on the ground and arranged it carefully. Then, as if he didn't even see the repeating crossbow that could be activated at any time, he gently put the box into Sam's palm:

"It's your choice, isn't it? Everything is up to you."

"You want me to rejoin your service?"

At this moment, the Rat King finally understood what the old ghost meant:

"You want me to be your dog again?"

"Huh, how ugly does a dog sound? Sam, you are different now. You are not only qualified to be my dog, you can be my ally, my companion, and even... my sibling."

The old ghost said with a fervent expression:

"Look at it Sam, you won't have to be bound by those childish rules, you will get more things! Banning drugs is just the first step, what you see shouldn't be just what you see..."

"Shut up!"

The Rat King suddenly threw the box open, letting the expensive powder be swept into the night wind. He pressed the repeating crossbow in his hand against the old ghost's forehead and said sternly:

"With just a few words, is it like holding everything I have worked so hard for in the palm of your hand? Old ghost, I admit that if you were once, you did have this qualification, but now is not ten years ago! You are not the old ghost ten years ago! You Now he’s just a lost dog!”

"Oh, yes, I am indeed not the old ghost I was ten years ago. I am old and even once had nothing."

The old ghost calmed down his expression, as if he didn't feel the sharp arrow piercing his skin at all. He smiled coldly:

"But...Sam, do you think too highly of yourself? Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this, with your current status? Or is it still the ridiculous, childish, and ignorant...dark emperor you call me?"

The Rat King's expression changed. As if he had come to his senses, he suddenly looked at his guard subordinates who were still unable to draw their weapons.

The subordinate noticed Sam's gaze and quickly took out the sound transmission stone, hoping to send a dangerous message to the surrounding troops on the shore.

But... no matter how he dialed the frequency, there was silence on the other side of the sound transmission stone.

Everything was silent, except for the sound of running water outside the boat.

They seemed to be suddenly in a lonely boat. No matter how they called, they would not get a single response.

72. Dignity

"what have you done?"

The Rat King stared at the old ghost with an extremely cold expression.

His finger that held the trigger had turned white from excessive exertion, but at this moment, he couldn't pull the small trigger.

It's like being locked up.

But this was not an external force, but a fear that the Rat King knew but did not dare to admit or even show.

Even though ten years have passed, he is still afraid of this man.

"What to do? Of course I didn't do anything. It's just that even though it's been ten years since I left, there are still some people who are willing to listen to what I, an old guy, have to say."

The old ghost smiled calmly.

The Rat King's expression changed and he turned his head suddenly.

He heard the sound of something falling into the water.

In the peripheral vision, neither the old ghost nor the gentleman Gro who was always smiling seemed to have any idea of ​​​​continuing to do something.

On the contrary, he kept holding the crossbow, like a clown angered by a cheap provocation.

Feeling that the crossbow was useless anyway, the Rat King simply put down the repeating crossbow in his hand, stretched his neck, and looked cautiously in the direction of the sound.

The weather was not good, there was neither moonlight nor stars.

But relying on the lights on the boat, he could vaguely see something floating on the river.

That was one...no, several corpses.

Every corpse was wearing uniform clothing that the Rat King was very familiar with.

They were floating on the water, face down, and in their hands that seemed to have become stiff, they were still holding on to the magic weapons allocated at a high price.

Member of the Rat Club.

own subordinates.

Those were the elite subordinates that the Rat King had placed around him, and they were what he relied on when he dared to board a stranger's ship in the dark.

But now, those people he relied on were all dealt with silently.

"..."

The faint smell of blood filled his nostrils, stimulating his nerves like needles. The Rat King's palms suddenly grasped the window edge, but he could not restrain his palms from trembling again.

"Now that one of your sources of support seems to have disappeared, I suggest you try another one of yours."

The old ghost didn't know when he was sitting on the chair brought by Mr. Groo, and he crossed his hands calmly:

"For example...how about calling your so-called emperor?"

"..."

The Rat King's cheek twitched, and his fierce eyes stared at the old ghost again.

But this time, no matter how you look at it, you look a bit lewd and inwardly.

The Rat King gritted his teeth secretly.

If he could contact Mr. Bruce, he would have done so as early as the moment he discovered the anomaly. Being cautious and thoughtful was his biggest reliance on going from being a street gangster to where he is today.

But unfortunately, Mr. Bruce did not leave any contact information, and he has not been seen in the downtown area for several months.

Only when the people he sends carry out transactions with military weapons that rats like him in the lower city can't even imagine, will it be shown that he still holds the authority over the entire lower city.