Chapter 590

"Don't be careless, this is not..."

The Rat King ordered his subordinates, but the moment he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light in the shadow not far away.

The familiar feeling made his hair stand on end for a moment, and the Rat King shouted almost instinctively:

"careful!"

At the same time, he quickly lowered his head and hid behind the large shield set up by his henchmen.

puff.

It was still the sound of a sharp instrument piercing flesh, but this time, it was so close.

The Rat King's eyes widened and he watched blankly as an arrow shot towards him. The big shield made of steel was as fragile as paper in front of him. When the arrow penetrated the big shield, it also caused the arrow that was with him just now. The subordinate who was telling dirty jokes had his head shattered like a watermelon.

Blood splashed all over the Rat King's face, still hot.

"Hey, Sam."

The man slowly walked out of the darkness, blowing out cigar smoke. The firelight swayed and illuminated the hideous scar on his face.

The man called Lao Gui raised his hand, shook the military repeating crossbow in his hand that was no different from the one held by the Rat King, and said with a smile:

"How can you not invite me to such an interesting game?"

137. Running dog

The Rat King's face suddenly darkened as he looked at the man slowly walking out of the flames.

The man had a cigar in his mouth and a calm expression. He just casually walked out of the shadows where he had been hiding before. He seemed to be full of flaws and devoid of any threat.

But when the firelight illuminated his face with ferocious scars, the existence of this man named Lao Gui was like a dark cloud that was about to envelope the entire downtown area, making Sam breathless.

"Old ghost..."

When they met again, he was still frightened by the power of this man ten years ago. The Rat King couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he quickly suppressed the unnecessary emotion and wiped the blood of his subordinates on his face with a fierce expression. road:

"As expected, you are here. I thought you would continue to be a coward?"

"What a fool? Sam, are you telling a joke about some of the latest trends in downtown?"

The old ghost flicked his cigar and sneered:

"Do you really think that during this period, I was afraid of your appearance as the rat king who attacks everywhere, so I stayed at home to take care of the children? Ha, don't be ridiculous Sam, I didn't take you seriously ten years ago, but now ...still is."

The old ghost clapped his hands.

The explosions on the streets stopped, and the entire city seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Then the uproar arose.

Figures of people poured out from the end of the street, from the quiet courtyard, and from the closed bar.

They were a group of real murderers with red eyes and bloodthirsty expressions. Each of them had at least several lives in their hands. The ferocity and fanaticism revealed from their bones reached their peak under the influence of alcohol and drugs.

And in the hands of these desperadoes who don't know what fear is, there is the same deadly and dangerous military weapon.

"Brotherhood? Zrock! Dolan!"

The Rat King glared at the leaders of the murderers:

"And Frangi, the three-headed dog! You two-faced bastards, did you really choose to betray?"

"Betrayal? No, no, no, choose the strong and obey the strong. Isn't this always the rule in the lower city?"

The tall and thin Cilok stroked the sharp blade in his hand like a lover's skin:

"Just like we chose to surrender to Mr. Bruce before, now we have chosen the stronger Mr. Ghost. Is there any problem?"

"Perhaps not, but the moment your mother, a bitch ridden by thousands of people, dies in the gutter on the street, she will think that it was your betrayal that led to that result."

The Rat King sneered.

"Don't insult my mother, she died ten years ago!" Cilok roared.

"I think so, otherwise you wouldn't be as annoying as you are now."

The Rat King shrugged, with a chill flashing in his eyes: "But... do you think you have the qualifications to bark at me even if you have a new owner? You can't even put together a complete set with the ones in your hands. equipment?"

Zilok and Dolan twitched their cheeks in embarrassment. Although their equipment had been greatly updated, there were some differences between them and the fully-armed Rat King. For example, they could only wear the same magic armor together, you know? Wearing the upper half of the body and wearing the lower half with hair, it looks a bit nondescript, and the protective effect is greatly reduced... Of course, the magical armor still has a bonus to one's skills.

But there is nothing we can do about it. After all, if several gangs are as fully armed as the Rat King's manpower, it will be no different from directly raising an army in Belland. Even the people behind them do not have this ability. .

"Rat King, are you qualified to say such things to us?"

Franji, who was originally silent on the side, finally couldn't stand the Rat King's group attack and said sarcastically:

"Aren't you just a dog of that Mr. Bruce now? Ha, Rat King, Rat King Sam, look at you now, you are a good dog. Why didn't I know you were so loyal before?"

"You are right. I admit that I am a dog now, the most loyal dog under Mr. Bruce. But, what about you? Who are you?"

The Rat King glanced at the faces that were once equal to him, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy, so his expression couldn't help but exaggerate:

"You don't think that your current master, this old ghost, can really dominate the entire Lower City with his own ability like he did ten years ago... Don't joke! He was able to come back this time only because he got the help of the people behind the scenes. He is not the unscrupulous old ghost ten years ago! He is now just a tool in the hands of others! A tool to take back the Lower City! He is also a dog!"

The Rat King looked at those increasingly ugly faces, and his expression became more and more pleased:

"Do you understand? I am a dog for people, but you are dogs for dogs! So what qualifications do you have to talk to me like this? Ah? It's because..."

"Shut up, Sam!"

The old ghost suddenly interrupted the Rat King, and the scar on his face trembled like a centipede with the trembling of his muscles. He no longer had the calmness just now, and his expression was terrifying as if he was going to bite someone.

"Shut up, if you don't want me to crush your bones one by one in a while."

"Ah..."

Sam suddenly froze, as if he was frightened by the old ghost's scolding.

He just stood there straight, his whole body seemed to be still, but he could vaguely see that he was trembling with forced suppression.

Others looked at him strangely, some of them did not expect that the Rat King, who was so arrogant just now, would be so cowardly because of a word from the old ghost.

Ci Locke and others were even more sarcastic, and were about to make sarcastic remarks.

But, at this moment...

"Ha...hahahahahaha..."

The Rat King suddenly laughed wildly.

He covered his stomach, smiled exaggeratedly, and his body trembled more and more violently. His laughter even overwhelmed the explosions that sounded again on the street.

"Hahahahaha...really...this is true, you admit it, old ghost, you actually admit it! I was just guessing...hahaha...the old ghost who was so arrogant ten years ago that even the big shots in the upper city disdained him, actually...actually..."

The Rat King stared at the old ghost's increasingly fierce face, and said word by word so clearly:

"I actually became someone else's dog!"

The deliberately raised voice echoed in the night sky of the lower city, like a flying bird, circling for a long time.

After the laughter, there was silence again.

But in the silence, the condensed low pressure was colder and more terrifying than any previous time.

Creak——

The sharp sound of metal twisting broke the cold and dead silence. The military crossbow in the hands of the old ghost was unconsciously squeezed into a ball of twisted scrap metal.

He threw the scrap metal into the burning flames, letting it gradually turn red due to the high temperature, and then stared at Sam, who still had a provocative smile on his face, with murderous intent, and said slowly and solemnly:

"Kill, kill him for me. Whoever takes Sam's head, I will give up the benefits of three blocks!"

As soon as the voice fell, countless pairs of red eyes stared at the Rat King with greed.

But the Rat King was not afraid.

Now that he was no longer afraid of the old ghost, would he still be afraid of these wastes whose brains were burned by alcohol and drugs?

"Heh, so in your eyes, I am not worth mentioning, at least I am worth three blocks, right?"

The Rat King raised his crossbow, smiled calmly at the old ghost, and gave an order:

"Young men, the weather is good tonight, very suitable for holding a grand event, so let's leave these cubs who are worse than dogs here completely."

138. Hand Card

The carriage continued to move forward quickly on the increasingly narrow and complex road.

The high-quality horses and excellent coachmen ensured the normal progress of the two carriages, and the carriages completely transformed by powerful magic materials made it safe and sound in the continuous explosions.

Almost all the structures and materials were added by Mu En to the toughness and defense of the carriages, so the shock absorption performance of this carriage was not too outstanding, and even a certain amount of simplicity was made.

This is the lesson Mu En learned from the last time he was chased. No matter how comfortable the carriage is, it can't withstand a slap from the crowned man.

Therefore, instead of sitting comfortably, it is better to think about how to withstand the slap. At least people will not be shaken to death, but will be slapped to death by the crowned person.

But this is hard for the distinguished passengers in the carriage.

Maid Lao Weini is fine, she has a little cultivation, but the eldest prince Albert, under Mu En's observation, is indeed an ordinary person with no cultivation.

He seems to be particularly painful.

In almost every bumpy jump that almost made his head touch the top of the carriage, Albert felt that his bones were broken and reorganized. The silk satin cushion under his buttocks has never felt so useless. If it weren't for Lao Weini holding his arm tightly to help him stabilize his body, he felt that he had been completely shaken.

Shaken all over the body, in every sense.

"Are you okay?"

Mu En, who relied on his strong control over his body to "stuck" himself in the carriage and sat still, looked at Albert, who was pale, and asked with a little concern.

An ordinary person would definitely not be jolted to death by a carriage that was spinning and jumping on the rough streets of the lower city, but an ordinary person who was sick and weak might not be.

So after noticing Albert's pain, Mu En almost immediately took out the healing magic scroll to at least keep him from dying here.

If the second prince's pursuit failed to kill the eldest prince, but he was shaken to death by the carriage prepared by Mu En, it would be really funny.

"No, it's okay."

Albert waved his hand after taking a long breath under the vitality of the healing scroll.

"I'm not so fragile yet."

"That's good."

Mu En handed the healing scroll to Lao Weini and asked her to help Albert transfer magic power. He slightly lifted the curtain and observed the surroundings:

"The most difficult part of the road is about to pass, and the explosion should stop."

"Do you know them well?" Albert was surprised.

"No, I just think that no matter how powerful they are, they can't set bombs in such a large area."

Mu En's eyes swept to a farther place:

"In fact, a large part of the explosion just now came from the explosives thrown by the people hiding on both sides of the road. Only a small part of them were buried in advance, and those who ambushed should have been dragged by my people now."

As if to confirm what Mu En said, the explosions outside the carriage gradually subsided, and the driving became more stable.

When the explosion stopped completely, from that direction came the faint sound of shouting, cursing, screaming, metal collision, and the smell of blood mixed in the smoke.

"That is..." Albert listened.

"A specialty of the lower city."

Mu En shrugged:

"Gang fight."

"It was quite loud."

Albert suddenly frowned: "I think I heard the sound of magic cannons. Do the gangs in the lower city even have magic cannons?"

"Well, gangs always smuggle a variety of things. It's normal to have one or two magic cannons."

Mu En touched his nose and said:

"But this time it's still a little beyond my imagination. Judging from the movement, the other party should have thrown in all the gang forces they have recently recruited."

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, but..."