Lanhuadis 11
Ning Ren fell asleep in his clothes pocket.
The adjutant came in with two people whose facial features could not be more ordinary.
"Commander!"
"Hmm," Carlos waved his hand. "How's the investigation going in District 10? Are the whereabouts of the tribesmen who disappeared without a trace still unknown?"
The two calm-looking subordinates were silent for a moment when they saw the small red footprints on the back of Carlos's hand before answering.
"Gangshi District is too complicated. It's so confusing that even a single person can't figure it out. Commander, I suggest abandoning that area and starting the investigation elsewhere."
Three years ago, members of the Lanhuadis's jurisdiction began to disappear without explanation. Initially, they did not receive enough attention. However, as the number of missing members increased, it finally alarmed the upper echelons.
Carlos: "Safety is important. This is the last round. If there are no more clues, we'll give up for now."
"yes."
"Commander..."
While they were discussing, the curtain of the military tent was suddenly lifted.
A gloomy and indifferent beautiful face appeared. Xilting glanced inside the military tent and his eyes fell on Carlos.
Of course, he also saw the footprints on the back of Carlos's hand.
It's so small, it must have been left by Xiaoqi.
The arrival of Sirtin brought an end to the conversation in the tent.
Carlos: “Didn’t he leave?”
Xierting: "Just asking about Xiaoqi's situation."
Carlos: "You still care about your family?"
Xilting sneered: "You are the only one I don't care about."
Carlos: "I have no obligation to tell you. If you want to know, go and see for yourself."
Xierting looked at him coldly, turned and left.
Carlos' voice was sharp: "Take your uniform and get out. We don't accept trash here."
He raised his hand, crossed the desk, and threw the old military uniform on it onto Xilting.
Xierting raised his hand and grabbed it. He didn't get angry, but draped it lazily over his shoulders. Before leaving, he turned around and smiled: "Even garbage is better than you. At least I didn't kill my family and brothers."
"Carlos, aren't you ashamed to see my face, which is the same as my third brother's?"
Carlos' eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was icy: "Xilting, you haven't made any progress at all."
"Really? Whatever you want."
Xilting left here.
After he left, the adjutant felt bad looking at Carlos who was in a very bad mood.
In fact, if the commander leaves here for a few days and His Highness Xierting is not allowed to come and watch, nothing will happen.
They clearly cared about their younger brother and wanted to take this opportunity to say a few words, but neither of them was willing to say a soft word and both of them remained stubborn and refused to bow their heads.
So much so that the relationship is getting worse and worse.
well.
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Deep in the forest outside the military zone.
Xierting cut through the thorns on the ground and looked at the figure in front of him who seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. "Sangting, didn't I tell you to try not to show up here?"
The man turned around, revealing a handsome and helpless face: "You've been here for several days. I was worried that something might have happened to you. I guess it's about time, so I came to pick you up."
"What could possibly happen to me?" Xilting asked, "What's going on in the organization?"
The power structure of Lanhuadis is similar to a pyramid, with the royal family, the army and some ancient families at the top of the pyramid.
The top of the pyramid is collectively called the Royal Court.
The rest of the tribesmen are all classified as civilians. Civilians are distributed in different areas and are the cornerstone of the pyramid. The selection of the army and the olive branch of the royal court are the few opportunities for the lower-level civilians to climb up.
In this country where bloodline level determines everything, if a person born in the royal court does not have a golden-marked descendant within two generations, he or she will quickly decline and be kicked out of the royal court.
If a commoner gives birth to a descendant with the royal crest, he or she will initially be qualified to enter the royal court.
The rise and fall of one side and the decline of the other, the ins and outs, have maintained a balance for thousands of years. Perhaps the ancestors of any ordinary person in the civilian area also had a glorious past in the royal court.
Of course, some of these civilian areas' cornerstones are strictly governed, while others are loosely governed, with gangs running rampant. Especially after the Tiancrack, many black and gray industries have emerged.
Lanhuadis now has no king to unify the jurisdiction and deterrence, so as long as the gang organizations in these areas do not violate the obvious rules, the regional managers will just turn a blind eye.
Lanhuadis's ruling system is extremely deformed.
The king is not hereditary, nor is he selected and trained during the reign of the previous leader like in the City of Chaos, ensuring a smooth transition.
They were just waiting for the next Nine-Pattern King to come, even if it was Eight-Pattern King, they were all stubborn and bad-tempered. They didn't care even if they were tormented to death by internal strife.
This is Lanhuadis's mess.
It can only be ended by the appearance of the next king.
At present, the most powerful gang in the entire Lanhuadis is [Kongchan]. It is rooted in the most chaotic and mixed Gangshi District, and has spread like a plague to its current scale.
"Not bad," Sandin looked at him. "You left a message saying you came for arms. Where are the arms?"
Xilting: "..."
Sang Ting: "Oh~ Some people talk tough, but they still come running when their brother calls them. They say they're bringing back a batch of arms, but that's just an excuse."
Xierting looked at him sinisterly and said, "It's because of Xiaoqi."
"Yeah, yeah," Sang Ting said perfunctorily for a moment, then turned serious. "But the organization really doesn't have many arms left. If we run out, we'll have to look for them on the blacklist again... Killing some bullies with blood on their hands is okay, but we, Kong Chan, can't stand out anymore. It's too much of an enemy."
As they talked, they walked to a hidden corner, spread their wings and took off, leaving the military area and the royal court area, and landed directly on the edge of Gang District 10.
Xilting raised his hand and skillfully put two scars on his cheeks, and then made bangs in front of his hair that covered half of his face.
The gloomy temperament of the whole person is directly ×10!
Sandin: "Wings?"
Xierting: "The spray that concealed the king's pattern hasn't faded. It still looks like two lines."
Sang Ting shrugged: "Let's go back to the organization to sort out the intelligence. There will be a fight the day after tomorrow."
"Um."
They stepped into Gangshi District.
Leaving the royal court and stepping into a place like District 10, it felt like going from the splendor of the royal palace back to the slums.
Of course not entirely.
There is also a division between rich and poor in Gangshi District.
The oppression of the lower bloodlines by the higher bloodlines cannot be broken by strength. Without a king, this hopeless shackle, when fostered by war, can easily lead to sin and bliss.
Seven streets of sin, six streets of bliss, and thirteen crisscrossing blocks make up the Oka District.
The dwelling of Celestine is at the junction of sin and bliss.
Here you can see all kinds of people every day and hear all kinds of information that you can't hear in the royal court.
"Beauty!"
Two drunken men staggered over to Xierting and asked lecherously, "Are you interested? I'll introduce you to a job."
Even though the person in front of me looked gloomy and pale, and exuded a sense of laziness, his back was still straight and sparse like a bamboo. Just looking at his figure, he was very pleasing to the eye!
The rich ladies and young men in Paradise Street like this type of thing. It’s fun to play with it, and you can definitely make a lot of money if you sell it there.
As for the military uniform without epaulettes he was wearing, no one paid much attention to it. After all, this thing was everywhere in Gangshi District.
Leather boots stepped in puddles.
Xilting stopped. Sometimes he felt that what Carlos said was right. In places where garbage is gathered, the most likely thing to encounter is garbage.
The young man, whose face was half covered by his hair, suddenly smiled, his lips curved into a beautiful arc, "Okay, where are we going?"
The two big men were startled, then slapped their thighs and came up to pull Xierting's clothes: "Go, go, go!"
Sang Ting praised their courage in his heart, and then silently made way for them.
It just so happened that the guy next to me was in a bad mood. Isn't this just asking for death?
Xierting took a step back, moved around the two big men in a subtle way, and appeared behind them. He threw away a feather that appeared in his hand with an indifferent expression.
"I'll cut off two of your fingers this time. Next time we meet, it won't be so easy."
The black feather fell to the ground and disappeared without a trace.
The two big men, each of whom lost two fingers, fell to the ground, shaking like a sieve.
"This aura, he, he is a royal family..."
The two big men looked at each other, and then showed expressions of horror.
There are only a handful of royal families in this area. Even those with lower royal blood want to join the royal court and become the tail of the phoenix, rather than being the head of a chicken in the civilian area.
There is only one royal family member in Okada District with a scar on his face.
The boss of Kongchan!
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The headquarters of the [Kuchan] organization is very close to Xierting's residence.
It's right under the Celtic residence.
Radiating outward from his residence, the areas ahead, behind, and on both sides were all territories conquered by Kong Chan.
After walking through a long dark passage, the view gradually widened.
On both sides, the organization's personnel on duty began to appear one after another. When they saw them, they all said, "Hello, Boss!"
"Boss, you're back!"
"Hello, Boss!"
Xierting said calmly: "Well, meeting."
Soon, a rusty black table was filled with all kinds of people. These people looked different, but they all had an indescribable ferocity.
At first glance, you can tell that there is a lot of blood on his hands.
After confirming that everyone was present, Sang Ting spoke:
"People from the Third Army have begun to infiltrate. They are also investigating the disappearance of their tribesmen. After our people noticed this, they obstructed them."
He glanced at Xierting. In the entire organization, he was the only one who knew Xierting's true identity.
Carlos is Sirtin's second brother. After all, it is his biological brother who is intervening. Sirtin has to decide how to deal with this matter, so the measures currently taken by Sandin are just obstruction.
Xilting remembered the two people he saw reporting something to Carlos when he entered the military tent for the second time today. He now guessed that the two people should be related to District 10 of Gang.
He tapped the table with his fingertips. "Kick them out! The waters in District 10 are deep, and their meddling will only muddy the waters further."
Sandin: “Okay.”
"The enemy already knows that we're planning to attack Xiongya, and it looks like they're planning to fight us head-on."
Xierting nodded and said, "Mengzi, you and Feilan, prepare yourselves and increase your firepower by 20%. Once we take down Xiongya, everything in their warehouse will be ours."
The man called Mengzi is a one-eyed man who is two and a half meters tall. On his shoulder sits a fat blue rat, referred to as Feilan.
"Got it, boss."
Xilting: "The remaining details..."
He habitually reached into his pocket, trying to find a cigarette, but the moment his hand entered his pocket, his expression froze.
He touched something soft and warm, and he didn't know what it was.
Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, Sang Ting wondered, "Boss?"
With some kind of telepathic obstruction, Xierting resisted the urge to throw the unknown object in his pocket out.
Under the watchful eyes of a table of ferocious-looking men, a black-haired cub with its eyes covered with red silk was slowly pinched out from inside.
The whole audience fell silent.
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