Tsimikas grinned in pain and had to give up.

Fogg took a drag on his cigarette and looked calmly at the guest wearing a red coat opposite him: "First of all, welcome our guest. Yes, you have all met him: Mr. blah-blah-blah from the Royal Capital."

Pah, pah, pah. Fogg took the lead in applauding.

But except for him, no one in the warehouse applauded, but there was a burst of sparse laughter.

The man in the red coat chuckled, while the followers behind him looked unhappy.

"It doesn't matter, I rarely come to Emerald City, so some of you haven't seen me, but that doesn't matter," the man said, "I come from the royal capital, my name is Nekra, of course, some people call me 'Red Viper'

,ha,'someone'."

Nekra.

Red viper.

There was quite a commotion in the warehouse.

Beside the wall, Rolf felt himself shaking slightly.

He tried hard to control his emotions and not let them affect the flow of the air around him.

"So, the legend is true?"

At the round table, Gutierrez, who was lean and cold and in charge of the underground black boxing business, pressed the knuckles on his fists and said coldly:

"Boss Nekra, I heard that you escaped the pursuit of Black Sword, so he gave you this nickname? Red Viper?"

Red Viper shrugged.

"Well, it's so mysterious," Nekra said. "More than ten years ago, I was lucky enough to survive the night when the Black Sword killed Boss Lausanne and Turnbull."

As soon as this was said, the blood bottle gang members in the warehouse began to whisper.

Nekra smiled: "As for whether he gave me this nickname, well, I never had the chance to ask him."

"Believe me, you will have a chance," Boss Fogg said calmly, "Xiaohong."

There was laughter in the warehouse, and Nekra's smile slowly stiffened.

"It seems that he and Fogg don't get along?" Glover whispered.

"How could it be possible," Tsimikas said bravely, "The Blood Bottle Gang is united as one..."

But the bosses don't seem to think so.

"Excuse me for being ill-informed, Boss Ferg," Balta, the barber at the round table, looked honest and courteous. He looked like he had just come from the barber shop. He even had a work apron stuffed in his pocket, with the skirt strings hanging outside.

"We didn't hear before we came that colleagues from the royal capital are coming to 'guide the work'?"

"What a coincidence, I haven't heard of it either." Good Tommy said with a smile.

"I didn't hear about it at least a week ago." Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling stall, added coldly.

Fogg snorted softly.

"Yes, when he appeared at the door of the house," Fogg shook his head, "I was very surprised too."

The bosses all turned their eyes and looked at Red Viper.

"Hey, don't show up," Nekra laughed loudly, "I heard that you guys encountered difficulties temporarily, so I came to help!"

Difficulties were encountered.

Glover made a mental note.

"I heard? Who said it?"

Fogg puffed out a puff of smoke and glanced at the bosses on the round table: "Well, which scoundrel kid found you, Xiao Hong?"

The wanderer's tone was normal, but the bosses at the round table all looked away.

"Instead of wasting your time on me, old Fergie, why not take care of business," Nekra shook his head and said, "You didn't hold the meeting just for me, right?"

Fogg stared at Nekra for a long time, then snorted coldly and looked at the bosses in the venue.

The bosses looked at each other.

"I found them."

Roger the Dirty Egg spoke first.

"My three missing thugs were found in the river yesterday," he gritted his teeth. "When they were found, they were all swollen."

"Field Notes" Franco frowned:

"No clues left?"

"What more clues do you need?" Roger clenched his fists, "Those black silk sons of bitches, they have made it clear that they want to start a war."

"Roger!" Fergie interrupted sternly.

Roger shrugged and leaned back in his chair angrily.

Glover frowned.

"Is there any more?" Fogg looked around the round table.

"When I was sweeping the streets last week, three more of my men were gone when we finished the work."

Tarimi, who was in charge of the market business in the Glorious District, sighed: "Including my brother-in-law, that guy is very good at fighting. He is as strong as a horse. He will be gone if he doesn't. My wife almost killed her.

My ears were deafened by crying, and my brothers were also very angry."

"In my casino, two bodyguards who were watching the show also died," Garmandia, who was in charge of the gambling booth, said coldly. "One died in his bathtub, turning the water red, and the other one is still alive today.

None were found. There are still many gamblers who have never shown up since the celebration started."

Fogg said nothing and let the pipe burn in his hand, while Nekra crossed his arms and watched all this as if it were a show.

From behind, Glover asked Tsimikas in a low voice: "So, you are being attacked?"

But Tsimikas was equally confused.

"It couldn't be more obvious, the black men are too arrogant," Roger on the round table banged the table and said harshly, "And we, we are under attack!"

"Hey hey hey don't jump so fast yet!"

"The newspaper seller" Zeka interrupted him with a frown:

"The Jade Festival has always been a mixed crowd, and some people die every year. Most of them take the opportunity to seek revenge or cause trouble after drinking..."

"Or did the water ghoul do it?" Tommy, the good guy next to him, chuckled.

Roger's eyes burned when he heard this.

"And me, they broke into my kennel in the middle of the night, and all three guards died. Their throats were cut and they were hung upside down..."

On the other side, Sangare, who lives off the livestock business and dresses like a farmer, has red eyes:

"But they don't even let the dog go...ahhhhhhhhhhh! That's my best dog! Hunting dogs, fighting dogs, pet dogs, ornamental dogs, meat dogs, and breeding dogs! My hard work! What?

Such people are so cruel, they won’t even spare a dog! Those black sons of bitches!”

Sangare roared and banged the table.

"Sangare, calm down." Fogg sighed.

"I have a very promising boxer," Gutierrez, who manages the underground black boxing business at the round table, muttered. "I was competing the night before, but he missed work yesterday and didn't come. We looked for it all day... These are my two

This is the fourth boxer we have lost this week, not counting those who shouted and sold tickets on the street and then disappeared."

The bad shoemaker Jia Jia was very richly dressed. He wiped the dust on the round table with disgust and then leaned on it:

"That boxer, you fucked him too hard and withdrew too much, forcing him to run away from home, right?"

Gutierrez glared at him:

"His wife and children are still at home."

Jia Jia tutted and shook his head: "Tsk, that means you are so cruel that they would rather leave their wives and children and run away?"

"The first three boxers, we ended up finding their bodies in the river."

"Wow, are you really so cruel that the boxers are so desperate that they run away from home and jump into the river?"

"They had their throats cut to death!"

"You want to commit suicide by slitting your neck before jumping into the river? Sunset, Gutierrez, how bad it must be for you to be the boss..."

Gutierrez couldn't bear it anymore and stood up angrily:

"Hey!"

But before he could attack, Fergie slapped the table:

"Jaga!"

"Be respectful and empathetic. What if something happened to one of your own?" Fogg said solemnly.

Jia Jia glanced at Fogg and retracted his seat angrily.

Gutierrez also sat down with an angry groan.
To be continued...