Liang Hui's eyes were scarlet, and his eardrums were swollen. In a trance, he seemed to see a white ape with fierce eyes staring at him coldly on the chair.
The moment the four eyes met, it was as if a red-hot iron rod had pierced the tight balloon, Liang Hui's mind exploded, he groaned, his back and arms swelled uncontrollably.
Light blue scales grew on Liang Hui's face, arms, and thighs, and the well-tailored Western-style dress was quickly torn. Under the candlelight, the shadow on the floor stretched out to Lao Gao
I don't know how long it took before Liang Hui woke up slowly.
He was lying on the bed with the towel on his forehead still warm. To his surprise, it was Zhen Lian who was sitting by the bed and taking care of him.
Liang Hui sat up, took off the wet towel that was half stuck on his head, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Your Majesty?"
"Sir has gone, and he said you've got your share."
Zhen Lian smiled gently.
Liang Hui lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window with his shoes on, and took a deep breath facing the moonlight. Only then turned around leisurely: "Do you have anything to say to me? Aunt Zhen?"
"He's leaving the city."
Liang Hui couldn't help being moved: "Who? Your Majesty? Why?!"
As soon as the words fell, he realized his gaffe. Immediately restrained her violent tone, waiting for Zhen Lian's next words.
"Why are you so nervous?" Zhen Lian narrowed his eyes, "Are you concerned about a living emperor in blue, or a devil who can give you endless wealth and life span?"
Before she finished speaking, Liang Hui's face suddenly approached her eyes, and Zhen Lian hurriedly backed to the corner in fright.
"Pay attention to your words, Xiangu"
Liang Hui lowered his eyelids, slowly retracted his face, and threw the towel in his hand into the copper basin on the table.
Zhen Lian didn't let it go, instead he emphasized his tone sternly: "Come on, Liang, I know him better than you. He doesn't care whether you are loyal or not! Everything about you and me means nothing to him! You have kung fu Playing with your narrow-mindedness, it is better to please that surnamed Cha, he is much easier to fool than our emperor in blue!"
Liang Hui stared at Zhen Lian intensely for a long time before he sneered: "Xiangu is drunk, I should pretend I didn't hear what you just said, nothing else, I'll go first."
After finishing speaking, Liang Hui was about to leave. Seeing that he had reached the door, Zhen Lian stopped him: "You just left?"
Liang Hui didn't look back: "Is there anything else, Xiangu?"
Zhen Lian walked towards Liang Hui on catwalks, and whispered: "The cold devil is about to leave, but the name of the emperor in blue will not disappear."
She flashed the glass bottle in Liang Hui's eyes. : "With these medicines, how long do you think it will take me to grow the Red Light Society?"
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Liang Hui's eyes followed the medicine bottle in Zhen Lian's hand, he turned around slowly, his tone softened: "What do you want to tell me?"
"We had some misunderstandings in the past. But no misunderstanding can't be solved."
Zhen Lian stared at Liang Hui: "The Red Lantern Festival and Hesheng can cooperate for a long time."
"The premise is that I share the power of the blood with you."
Liang Hui took the next sentence.
The Odunk family can share the power of the bloodline with someone outside the family, but that person's offspring will only be ordinary people, and cannot inherit this power forever like Odunk.
Zhen Lian shrugged, which means you are right.
"Yes, but you also give me half of the medicine."
Liang Hui's face remained unchanged.
"Stop pretending to me, old guy." Zhen Lian sneered again and again: "Now people from the Pinkerton Detective Company are investigating you across state lines, and you're throwing out a lot of money to clean yourself up, but because of the promulgation of the new bill, The effect is almost zero. If Pinkerton's detectives find evidence of your crime, I'm afraid you will spend the rest of your life in prison. Or are you going to use the blood power you just acquired to fight with the city's Steam guards against fish dead and net broken?"
The Pinkerton Detective Company is the earliest detective company in the world. It has been active for a long time during the Civil War, collecting military intelligence on the southern separatist forces for the country. Speaking of the most prosperous era since the establishment of the Pinkerton Detective Company, it has more than 5,000 steam-trained individual detectives, and it can be called the most powerful private law enforcement agency in the world.
After hearing this, Liang Hui pondered for a long time before saying: "I always thought that women can't do anything. I was wrong. You are a very powerful woman.My friend, Zhen Lian. "
"Thanks."
"I promise you. I will share the power of blood with you." Liang Hui promised: "But you have to prove to me first that you have enough power to use these medicines to settle Pinkerton's pursuit of me."
"It's a search for us."
Zhen Lian smiled.
Suddenly, she thought of something again, "By the way, I heard that you organized a large-scale strike against the factories in San Francisco?"
"It was originally like this. I always have to stand on my feet. The new law does not give me a way out. Of course I have to find a way, but if His Majesty is about to leave us"
Liang Hui bowed his head and remained silent.
"You should do that, His Majesty will support you."
Zhen Lian persuaded: "You should also appeal to the people in Chinatown to buy weapons for self-defense; engrave a monument to the victims of the atrocities, hold a grand memorial ceremony, and unite the Chinese businessmen and laborers in this city; Lawyers suing the police for inaction, claiming compensation from perpetrators. Holding massive strikes and speeches, putting pressure on city halls; demanding equal pay for equal work for Chinese. Even voting rights."
Liang Hui frowned and asked, "Why do you think His Majesty will support me? Just because of his appearance?"
"The relationship between Mr. Cha and our Majesty is very close. I'm not sure what His Majesty likes or dislikes, but Mr. Cha, uh, he is a very straightforward person"
After a pause, Zhen Liancai said: "For example, you pay your own money to file a lawsuit for your fellow countrymen, give them relief funds and funeral expenses, and offer a huge reward for killing Chinese murderers. I heard that Mr. Cha praised you, saying that although you are not What a good thing, but it has done a few good things for the Chinese."
Liang Hui disagrees: "Most of the workers who died have paid homage to Hesheng, and it is also appropriate to help orphans and widowed mothers."
"It's fine anyway. The important thing is, if Mr. Cha misses you so much, His Majesty won't hate you. You should work harder."
Liang Hui listened, weighed for a long time, and finally nodded.
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"Is this the end?"
In the night, Zha Xiaodao and Li Yan walked side by side on the railway track.
"It's still a little bit worse, but not too much." Li Yan took off the bowler hat on his head and slapped himself.
"I always feel that you are very indifferent to Zhen Lian and Liang Hui, why?"
Cha Xiaodao asked.
"Because this is not a problem that can be solved with a little enthusiasm and romance. People who are only interested in profit are very simple, but also very complicated. I hate being used as a gunman, and I hate being not human. The distress of Liang Hui and Zhen Lian, I can't solve it, and I'm not interested in solving it. Didn't we agree to let it go? I'll bet on it."