The fierce murderous intention surrounded Helt, and a sense of strangeness was sandwiched between Lebius and Helt. Lebius then realized that after experiencing so many twists and turns, the Helt in front of him was...
He is no longer the same person he fished with back then.
A slightly sad expression flashed past, and Lebius returned to his calm appearance, as if he were a machine, doing everything in a orderly manner.
"For the benefit of my colleagues and the Bureau of Order."
Lebius's voice was emotionless, the tender reminiscing was over, and now it was the exchange of interests and benefits.
"If you can help me, the Order Bureau is willing to pay off your debt."
debt.
Now that he heard this word, Helt had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He smiled helplessly, "Repay the debt? It does sound very tempting... I want to know what is going on."
Hert turned sideways and leaned his entire back on the railing. With a seemingly leisurely movement, he turned his whole body towards Lebius, showing a defensive posture, and the cold long knife was drawn across the railing.
in front of you.
"Don't lie to me, Lebius, you are not a good liar."
Hurt drank the rest of the wine in one gulp to control his hallucinations and pain. It must be important to make Lebius come here all the way, and he needed to stay awake.
"One of our operations teams was attacked. According to the intelligence, they should be hiding in the free port. I need to find them."
Lebius added, "This incident is very special. If possible, we hope not to attract anyone's attention, even the people of Xitao."
"Want to avoid the sight of the people of Tidal Wave? This is a bit difficult. When the operation team entered the free port, they should have been noticed."
Lebius stopped mid-sentence, "So I came to ask for your help..."
"But you didn't imagine that the former navigator candidate, Hert Motley, would become what he is today, right?"
Hurt laughed hoarsely.
Lebius missed the old days, "Yeah, I really didn't expect that."
"But you still came to see me," Helt said suddenly, "instead of turning around and leaving... why?"
Lebius said, "You are my friend, and I want to come and see you myself, even if I get nothing from you."
Hert slowly stood up and straightened his back, feeling complicated. It had been a long time since anyone had expected and trusted Hert like this.
"Is the missing group the 10th group?" Helt thought, "Only the 10th group is active in the Hazama Kingdom."
Helt said in surprise, "The tenth group is a legion. It was attacked and it hid all the way here?"
"They were reduced to this by a surprise attack by the enemy. You don't need to join the battle. I just want to know where they are. I'll leave the rest to the Bureau of Order."
"I don't know about Group 10, but Freeport has been a little uneasy recently," Hult continued, "I need some time."
"Go to the Hulk Coast. I still have some influence there. The rats in the stinky ditch are all there, trading information and smuggling goods. There will also be people from Xitao there. There should be some you want.
of."
"Influence?"
Lebius looked at Hert in confusion. Hert understood the intention of his eyes. To be honest, he had been looking forward to this look from Lebius for a long time.
"Don't forget who I am. I am Hult, one of the candidates for the pilot, and the butcher of the people of Xitao."
Hurt smiled wildly, "Even if I am locked in a pond, I am still a shark."
There were hurried sounds all around, as if there were rats crawling across the ground. Bologg behind him immediately became alert. With his rich work experience, Bologg knew very well that this was not a rat, but a deliberately slow pace.
Voice.
Countless gazes were cast from the surrounding shadows, like crisscrossing sharp arrows falling on Lebius.
"Huh... should I say that this is the Helt I am familiar with?"
Lebius swept across the waiting black figures in the shadows. He should have thought that no matter how desolate Helt is, his ability will not fade due to changes in the environment. On the sea, he is the navigator facing the storm.
In this dilapidated garbage heap, he is the leader of the rat pack.
"It's not bad," Hurt lit another cigarette, "It took me a long time to unify the shadow of Freeport, but it is just a shadow, and I can only linger in my brother's peripheral vision."
After a moment of pause, Hult continued, "Emily, this is my daughter's name."
Lebius didn't understand why Herth would mention this at this time.
"She is a very cute girl. She smiles like a flower. You will like her, but she is not in good health. That is up to me. You know, the Motley family all have some hereditary diseases in their brains."
Helter pointed at his head, feeling a little irritable, but when he thought of his wife and daughter, he seemed to be trapped in a sweet dream, his expression twisted and struggling.
"To be honest, dealing with these rats often makes me feel a sense of shame. When I'm at sea, these rats are the ones I hate the most."
Hurt said in disgust, "I have to take a shower every day and wash my body repeatedly, but I still can't get rid of this strange smell... I don't want Emily to think her father is a dirty mouse."
"There is no way, I need money, a lot of money, so that I can hire someone to take care of their mother and daughter, and provide them with the best medical conditions and the most perfect living environment."
Breathing hard, the faint human light burned all the way along the cigarette. Hert drained the tobacco in a few puffs and exhaled a long puff of smoke. He was condescending and his face was covered by the smoke.
"I can help you, Lebius. I can even help you kill all the people who get in the way. You know my power well. As for the price, there is only one price."
After the smoke, Lebius saw a pair of shark-like eyes, empty and dull, with a chilling aura.
"I need Border Nursing Home to provide the best medical care for my daughter. Can you do that?"
Lebius's tense expression relaxed, "You have really changed, Helt."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. As for your conditions, they couldn't be simpler."
Lebius then stood up, his hanging heart finally settled, the deal had been reached, and all he had to do next was to act according to the plan.
Hult looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking about, and took out another cigarette and lit it on his own.
"You should quit smoking, Hert, or you'll get lung cancer."
"I have neglected everything in these years, except for the etheric transformation. This little bit of tar can't kill me."
Hurt glanced sideways at Lebius and said, "You are not suitable for this kind of dress."
"Is there any problem?" Lebius said, "I think this colorful outfit goes well with the beach."
"Colorful Lebius? Why didn't I notice your sense of humor back then?"
"I became a team leader and had my own team members," Lebius thought. "Sometimes I want to be more approachable, just like my team leader back then."
"Haha." Hurt laughed, he remembered Lebius' team leader.
"Is Jeffrey okay?"
Hurt glanced at Bologg behind him. He stood there silently like a guard.
Lebius said, "It's still the same as before. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just a little curious. You two have always been inseparable, but this time I didn't see him, but this new face."
"It's been almost ten years and a lot of things have changed."
Lebius felt it was time to leave, and he said to Herth, "I'm waiting for news from you."
Hart nodded.
Lebius and Bologg said goodbye to Hert and walked in this dark and smelly land. Bologg thought the air quality in Wandering Road was bad enough, but it was far more disgusting here than there.
The metal is covered with corroded rust, mold is everywhere, and there are dirty spots like insect eggs. Rats are walking through the corners that are invisible to humans, and you can hear their rustling in groups.
Boluogo and Lebius remained silent. It was not until they returned to the bustling city that their tense spirits relaxed slightly.
"You lied," said Borogo.
"I didn't lie, I just concealed some facts," Lebius replied.
"Why hide Jeffrey's peers."
"Hert doesn't deserve full trust."
Lebius's voice was cold and ruthless. Boluogo looked at him in confusion, but he soon understood and muttered in a low voice, "Ten years are enough to change a lot of things."
"I didn't expect Helt to become like this, but he is the only connection I have here...at least I would rather deal with him than his brother."
Boluogo asked curiously, "Who is his brother?"
"Noren Motley, now the navigator of the people of the Tides, is also the CEO of the United Corporation, and is now the manager of the Freeport."
Lebius stopped as he spoke. Even from such a distance, he could still see the large ship docked in the harbor and the vague words "United Company" on the ship.
Noren must be there, looking down on the city like a king.
