Ricky the Duck Chapter 15: The Secret Alliance

Liz said she thought of Number One, who might be able to help them. "Keep your body down, don't be noticed."

The Undercity of the Eternal City is another world. The straight pits left by the ancient mining industry have grown over time into gut-like winding streets, and the streets have stretched into more alleys. The waste in the city instead becomes daily necessities here, kitchen waste becomes three meals, and the animals lying on the roadside are called homeless by the surface residents, but they are ordinary residents here. The dungeon accommodates the unacceptable poverty and crime on the surface, perfectly covering the filth of the city; including the chaos that is brewing at the moment.

Ricky gradually got used to the dimness here, but he still couldn't accept the stench and sweltering heat.

A line of patrols wearing rhino armbands trotted past them, their heads bowed to avoid looking at each other. It's the right thing to do. The patrols quickly locked onto the troublemakers, creating a commotion not far away.

"Turn left here," Liz said.

"Looking for Wayne the Baboon?" Sasha asked.

"Yeah. He's been in Rhino's deepest prison and escaped. He'll figure it out." Rabbit led them through the winding alleys.

"That Wayne you said." Ricky caught up with Liz. "Will he really help us?"

"I'm not sure, but have to try it."

They came to an inconspicuous wooden door that had been weathered and turned into a part of an earthen wall. There are no homeless people, no patrols in this area, it is quiet. Liz pushed open the door.

"Mr. Wayne?"

no respond.

"Are there any animals?"

"What?" A huge figure emerged from the door, startling everyone.

"Mr. Wayne is—are you Mr. Wayne?"

"I'm not, my dad is." The sturdy baboon said, nibbling on the sweet potato, "We're closed, come back tomorrow." He closed the door.

"Wait a minute! We're not here to buy anything."

"The same, my dad's not available. He's quit gang business, even though you don't look alike." He walked slowly away from the wicket.

When the opportunity was missed, Ricky pulled down his bucket hat and shouted, "I saw you, sir. In Pat's mansion."

The baboon stopped and turned around suspiciously.

"I remember you because you wore shabby clothes, just like me."

The baboon bent down and got out of the wicket. "You're the duck Pat told me about." He stared into Ricky's eyes for a long moment, then held out his hand. "I'm Wayne."

"I'm Ricky." He held it.

Wayne led them through the shop. There are four floors of shops and four inconspicuous secret doors. Behind the last door, several animals with swords were playing chess.

"Good night, Mr. Wayne."

"Good night, this door will be handed over to you tonight, please don't fall asleep."

The small hall behind the secret door extended out several lit corridors.

"Please be quiet, it's bedtime for some residents."

It was then that Ricky realized that Wayne's four-story store was just a cover for a huge secret community.

"I heard you don't do gang activities anymore," Liz said.

"I'm not doing it, at least I'm not going to grab land and make trouble in the streets for money." The baboons entered the corridor, and behind each green door were animals sleeping peacefully. "I just do what I can. Some of them were seriously injured in the gang fight, some were family members of deceased gang members, some were wanted by the government, and there was a poor poor old man who just came to my shop to steal food. "They need a shelter, I'm just doing what I can."

"How can you afford so many lives on your own?" Liz continued to ask.

"Hehe, I have a shop, and I have my own helpers—a lot of helpers." The baboon took out two sweet potatoes from his trouser pocket. "And the sweet potatoes we grew ourselves, let's eat some."

They thanked the sweet potatoes and started nibbling along. Ricky couldn't describe how sweet the sweet potato was, he'd been hungry for too long.

"We have to admit that the situation has changed so much that it is becoming more and more difficult to survive in this city. It is no longer something you can solve by fighting in the streets and selling small cigarettes. The escalating conflict has made the gangs There is almost no room for cooperation." They came to an iron door with a particularly prominent color. "So I'm telling you now, what's happening behind this door is the hard-earned fruit of our hard work."

He pushed open the door.

In the room, smoke filled the room, and many ferocious animals gathered around the table. Together they nodded to Wayne.

Ricky followed Wayne in, but he found Liz and the others standing still.

"Who are they?" A chameleon stood at the table.

"Don't worry, they're our newest members. This is Ricky the Duck, the breeder of the Eagle Prince," Wayne said.

Ricky salutes back.

"What about them?" Chameleon pointed to Liz and the others outside the door.

"They're new members, what's the problem?"

The chameleon stared at them.

"Enemy? Enemy?" The baboon stood at the table. "None of these matters, all the gang leaders who are on one side. The past grudges and disputes are not mentioned in this room, because now there are more important things, which is the purpose of our gathering." He held up a file. "Project from Pat. We have something to discuss about Rhino Pie's upcoming public speech and dinner." He looked at Liz. "Everyone, please take a seat."