What happened?
Red Viper stared at the pipe and flint in Feisuo's hand, then at the honest, innocent smile on his face. His entire body stiffened.
How could Alpha Wolf be here?
The supernatural hormones in Nekla's body surged wildly, yet they couldn't calm the trembling that ran from his fingertips to the backs of his ears.
And what did he mean by that?
What three-legged stool? What balance?
"Old friend, you were waiting here from the start, waiting for me to come to you?"
Nekla probed verbally, his heart filled with panic.
Was this a trap?
Had he already been surrounded?
Why hadn't there been the slightest sound from the lookout outside?
Had they been taken out? Or worse—had they been bought off?
Damn it.
If that accountant was right, and because of his relationship with Luosang the Second, so many people in Emerald City now wanted his head to curry favor with the big shots...
Nekla felt sweat cover his back.
"You forgot, Little Red. You were the one who came looking for me first."
Feisuo narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
This man, once famous for his courage and brutality, was no longer the same as before.
Feisuo looked at Red Viper before him, tense and suspicious, bristling like a hedgehog ready to strike back, and shook his head faintly inwardly:
Ever since Turnbull's death, the Blood Bottle Gang had declined and split apart. Nekla had lost himself in the struggle for power and influence, firmly suppressed by Phantom Blade Catherine.
After so many years, he had been suppressed for far too long and far too harshly—so long that he had forgotten his former boldness and quick adaptability, and so harshly that only viciousness, cruelty, and scheming remained.
But