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Chapter 667 For the Blood Bottle Gang (1)(3/3)

"Feel the same?"

Roger snorted:

"Mr. Jia Jia is now in the limelight. He is a member of a large chamber of commerce. His leather business is booming. He has a good reputation. He is a brother-in-law with the security officer. He also builds bridges and roads from time to time. I heard that he even went to Kongming Palace for a banquet a few days ago.

.Tsk, tsk, how can you still remember the hard days of sweeping the streets with us, and how can you possibly 'sympathize' with us, a bunch of dirty bad guys who are just trying to make ends meet?"

"No need to worry," Jia Jia snorted angrily: "I made my fortune from the Blood Bottle Gang and am a member of the Blood Bottle Gang. I will never forget this."

Right here, Nekra's voice sounded faintly.

"Oh my, I thought the brothers in the Emerald City were living well," Red Viper played with a dagger and looked directly at Fogg, "But it sounds like your situation is very bad. You are being raped by your brothers.

Will you beat him to pieces, Fergie?"

"We are the Blood Bottle Gang, we can't be so cowardly, right?"

Hearing this familiar voice again, Rolf in the corner felt that the blood in his body was freezing.

【Why are you still alive?】

This vicious voice sounded in his ears again, and Rolf felt his whole body tense and cold.

[Why did you survive? Instead of Kes, Song, Spin or Dorno? 】

The voice continues.

[Why is it that you and Kathleen’s people survived, but not mine? 】

No.

Rolf took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the present.

No, this is a memory.

Just memories.

Just, memories.

[But how can a Sui Feng ghost who can’t speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured and dying, be able to serve her? 】

Those memories that have been entangled with each other for seven years and never let him go.

【So, you might as well die in battle and disappear!】

Rolf closed his eyes.

Although the prosthesis made for him by Mindis Hall was well-made and durable, it still took him a full year to adapt to it and he tried his best to barely reach the level of a normal person.

In the past seven years, he woke up from bed countless times and felt that his legs were still there.

He also habitually got up and out of bed countless times, trying to step on the ground, but fell solidly.

He also dreamed countless times that his legs were cut off and burned again and again, and he could only roar in vain in the sinister laughter that he would never forget.

Once, he thought he had slowly become numb and gradually forgotten.

Until now.

Now, that heartbreaking pain returned to his leg.

"This is a meeting in Emerald City, Xiaohong," Fogg glared at Nekra, "I don't need your professional advice."

Red Viper smiled and shook his dagger.

"But Boss Nekra is right. If people are gone, they are gone. News can't be blocked for long," Garmandia said in a deep voice, "The stories of water ghouls are starting to spread on the pier. We, we must do something

Order something, whatever.”

There was a chorus of agreement from the warehouse.

“Fuck them!”

Roger raised his arms and roared:

"It just so happens that today is your Lord's parade day. The security officers and the Emerald Legion are very busy! Let's take our troops to Beimen Bridge and kill those drug sellers. We will go to heaven and earth to force out the 'chief wolf' and

Put the knife to his butthole and force him to pay the price!"

People in the entire warehouse were in a commotion, with some responding and some shouting.

"Start the war!"

"revenge!"

"Give the black silks some color!"

"Prove our attitude!"

"eye for eye!"
Chapter completed!
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