The Red House Nightclub is Jill's most luxurious den of money. Those extremely hot Russian girls can drive any man crazy.
However, today, the Red House, which opened here eight years ago, hung a sign indicating that it was temporarily closed for the first time.
In front of the door stood a row of bald O'Nian men wearing dark sunglasses and with hideous patterns tattooed on their scalps, which made people stay away from approaching.
Inside the Red Room, on the spacious and luxurious stage, sexy Ounian girls in red skirts dance tap dance in unison every day. When they lift their red skirts and kick out their long white legs, the venue will erupt with cheers and whistles filled with male hormones. Even if there is no performance today, the noise filled with chaos and lust seems to echo in the venue for a long time.
There were only two people in the venue, sitting on the sofa in the front row of the lonely hall.
Lu Ming sipped his tea slowly. Sitting next to him was an old Oian lady with brown and white hair and wrinkles all over her face. The wooden walking stick placed next to her looked like a hammer head. The tip of the walking stick was purple in the black, as if it had been soaked in human blood. It was very uncomfortable to look at.
Mrs. Yelinkana, from the Ounian Autonomous Prefecture, a traditional Ounian settlement state, is the widow of Yuri, the boss of the Hammer Gang during its heyday.
She had been living in seclusion for a long time, but suddenly appeared in Jill City and made an appointment to meet Lu Ming.
Lu Ming had a feeling that her visit this time was definitely not just for the matter of the Iron Head Gang branch in the Jill area. Even if it was wiped out by him, a person like Mrs. Yelinkana would not even blink an eye.
These Western gangs, in particular, are actually not the kind of gangs in traditional Eastern culture, with headquarters, branches and the like.
Just like the Hammer Gang in the Gir area, they are not actually closely connected with the Hammer Gangs in other regions, and can even be seen as a split.
"The children are ignorant. General, please forgive me!" The old lady said, staring at Lu Ming with her slightly cloudy eyes: "Perhaps, I shouldn't call you General?"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "It's up to you. Just call me Bit."
"Bit?..." The old lady smiled mysteriously, "Really?"
Lu Ming looked at her quietly without saying anything.
"Let me tell you a legend. You may have heard of it..." The old lady's voice gradually became low. "Legend has it that a thousand years ago, it was a world of magic and swords. The evil empire in the north had always relied on its powerful military force to levy heavy taxes on us, which aroused our resistance..."
Lu Ming waved his hand: "That's not the version I heard."
The old lady nodded gently: "It happened thousands of years ago, the truth is not that important, but for us, it was an extremely dark period. Legend has it that our alchemists were regarded as heretics by the northerners and were chained and enslaved like cattle and horses. But our Oenian warlocks can transform into eagles, fly up to the sky, and see through all the false truths. We are also the scouts of the coalition forces, known as the eagle eyes of the coalition forces. In every war, our warlocks suffered the most casualties. Even in the Dingding Battle, our tribe suffered a heavy blow..." After a moment of silence, the old lady smiled: "Of course, these are all legends. They may also be lies made up by my ancestors to vent their anger at not getting the status they should have in the book of promise of the coalition forces."
"In short, a thousand years ago, the Greifani and Sonya broke their promise. We, the Oenians, did not obtain the status of the Dominion of the Empire, but became part of the Greifani Kingdom."
Lu Ming listened quietly without saying a word, but he knew that the Iron Hammer Gang seemed to have originally been an independent movement organization in the Ounian region hundreds of years ago. Somehow, it gradually became a gang, probably similar to the Green Gang in his previous life.
"But more than a decade ago, a few people in my personal circle began to undergo inexplicable changes..." The old lady looked at Lu Ming, "You must understand what I mean, right?"
Lu Ming remained silent and drank his tea in silence.
"The Hawkeye you killed was one of them. However, he was quite rebellious and had no power. But anyway, he would not be easily killed by ordinary people, especially when he was assassinating someone." The old lady looked at Lu Ming: "So, out of curiosity, I asked the Holy Eagle of my tribe to see what happened. Oh, according to legend, the Holy Eagle is the leader of all the Hawkeyes of my tribe."
The old lady stared at Lu Ming and said, "Although the new generation of Holy Eagle does not possess the power in the legend, when she looked down at Jill, she saw the truth and saw you!"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "If it is in Oenian, can it see me?"
The old lady shook her head: "Of course she doesn't have that kind of power, she just feels that there is a very mysterious existence in Jill." After a pause, "Blame me, I was tempted by the devil, and on impulse, I brought her here. She saw you in secret, and the moment she told me who you were, she suffered a heavy blow and fell into a coma. I think, now only you can save her."
"Who am I?" Lu Ming asked indifferently.
"I dare not say it!" The old lady smiled bitterly. "If I say it, I'm afraid I'll end up like Shengying, my granddaughter."
Lu Ming looked at her and had a vague feeling that this old lady probably really knew who he was. According to what Bizhu and Liuli said, no magical skills would work on him, and his many dangerous experiences had also verified this. Therefore, Oenian's Eagle Eye Technique was obviously very unique.
"If you are willing to save my granddaughter, my Hawkeye clan will serve you from now on. We also hope that in the future, after you have realized your grand plan, you can grant us the status of an imperial confederation." The old lady said with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "It sounds like it won't do me any good. I don't have any plans or goals. How can I help you gain independence? As a Sonia soldier, will I help you rebel?"
The old lady was silent.
Lu Ming stood up: "But please take me to see your sick granddaughter. If it is true as you said, I can save a life, which is not bad."
A hint of joy flashed across the old lady's cloudy eyes. "Okay, please follow me."
…
Dark basement, dim night lights.
However, after walking through the corridor and pushing open the door of a secret room, my eyes immediately lit up. This was an extremely luxurious bedroom.
Lu Ming looked at the ugly little girl covered with a goose down quilt on the bed. She had a real hooked nose and many scars on her face. Although she was unconscious at this moment, her face looked extremely painful, as if she was undergoing some terrible torture.
What was very strange was that the little girl had an iron chain around her neck, and half of the chain was piled on the pillow.
"What should I do?" Lu Ming asked the old lady next to him.
The old lady pointed at the iron chain and said, "General, this is the Northern Slave Chain that was said to have locked up my ancestor. Because she was attacked by your power, according to ancient legend, as long as you can sign a slave contract, she should be fine." She sighed and said, "In fact, I don't know if this method will work. This iron chain is a family heirloom that my family has always treasured as a symbol of overthrowing tyranny. I originally thought that my ancestor was a slave and was locked up with this iron chain. I never thought that there was such a mystery about slaves. It was only more than ten years ago that I gradually understood it."
"Wait a minute." Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly.
In the Black Mountain Palace, Biju and Liuli have been discussing whether this is a trap.
After Lu Ming opened his eyes, he nodded slightly, walked over, and gently bit his middle finger. A drop of blood dripped onto the chain.
The so-called "slave contract" mentioned by the Ognes is a Western term. There is no such thing in the Central Continent tradition. It is a kind of slave-control technique that restricts Western magic.