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But Watanabe Ichiro's cruel and perverted eyes instantly turned into boundless fear, and his whole body froze in an instant.

It was a very strange voice, but it seemed so familiar.

As soon as the body stiffened, the entire motorcycle lost its balance instantly.

呲味味~
The grinding sound of the wheels and the ground is so harsh.

Bah!
Gululu~
The figure of Ichiro Watanabe fell directly into the dust, rolling around and around.

Bah!
wow~
The motorcycle also rolled away all of a sudden and was mounted on the wall.

Tatata!
The sound of light footsteps, in the ears of Watanabe Ichiro at this time, was like the footsteps of death, slowly approaching.

As the dust slowly fell, a figure was crawling forward quickly on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough~" With the sound of coughing, the dust on the ground was sprayed out, and more dust entered Ichiro Watanabe's respiratory tract, making him cough more violently.

Blood flowed out of his mouth and chest incessantly at this moment, and then a long trace was drawn out by his body.

It's the foul-smelling water from the underground waterway, and the dust that has accumulated over the years. At this time, Ichiro Watanabe is not as handsome as he was when he was the young master of the Sakura group.

It was more miserable than any beggar in Baixiang Kingdom.

Dilapidated and foul-smelling clothes, sticky hair stuck to the water and dust of the underground sewer, a disheveled appearance, and a figure that is constantly crawling on the ground.

Shashasha~
What a pitiful scene!
The once lofty young master of the Sakura group, an incomparable genius, is now in an unknown air-raid shelter that has been abandoned for many years on Lover's Island in Baixiang Country. Even a beggar is much cleaner than him.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." Watanabe Ichiro kept mumbling while crawling, his voice full of panic and fear.

At this time, he was like a poor stray dog, begging for his own life.

He never expected that Zhuang Ming would really come after him and crush him instantly.

What do you want to revenge, what do you want to do, you are instantly shattered by fear.

He just wants to survive, just wants to survive.

In the pitch-black air-raid shelter, a filthy figure struggled to crawl forward, and a figure like a ghost followed behind unhurriedly.

Climbing all the time, crawling towards the light of my own hope, towards the light of my own life.

Huhu~
woohoo~~
"Why are you chasing me? Why can't you let me go? Why?" Turning his head to look at the icy figure, his blue eyes once again screamed in despair and roared angrily.

He had no strength, he didn't know how long he had been climbing, he just felt that his strength was almost exhausted,

And looking at the ghostly figure behind him, he will never forget it.

He is not willing!

He is a genius rarely found in the Sakura Kingdom in a hundred years. He possesses supreme power, unique talent, and wealth that no one else can exchange in a lifetime.

However, he was praying right now, lying on the ground like a humble ant or cockroach, praying.

Use up your last ounce of dignity just to survive.

"Stop climbing?" Zhuang Ming's indifferent voice still didn't have any ups and downs, those cold eyes, even the pitch-black air-raid shelter, couldn't stop their brilliance.

Like a pair of eyes of gods who ignore life, there is no ups and downs from the beginning to the end.

Ichiro Watanabe was extremely embarrassed and dying, when he saw these eyes, his whole body froze immediately.

The fear in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, and his whole body was trembling like a beggar sleeping on the street in winter.

And how can not stop.

Tatata!
"Damn it, I said, you will die!" Zhuang Ming's voice was still indifferent, like the judgment given by the King of Hades, ticking off a person's life from the life and death book.

"No, no, don't, don't kill me!" The fear of death made Ichiro Watanabe roar in despair. At this moment, tears overflowed from his eyes.

It's a pity that Zhuang Ming doesn't believe in tears.

Especially a native of Sakura!
Snapped!
kaka~
The sound of bones being completely crushed made one's scalp explode and the hairs of his body stand on end.

Watanabe Ichiro's head had been trampled to pieces and merged with the dust on the ground.

And in the distance, at the moment when Ichiro Watanabe's heart stopped beating, across the rippling sea, facing Longguo was like a cherry blossom country in the shape of a woman's sanitary napkin.

In a mysterious base, one of the red dots monitoring the breath of life on a computer screen suddenly disappeared.

If the red dot is missing, it means that the nanomachines implanted in the mechanical heart have stopped working, and the nanomachines will stop beating only at the moment when the owner's heart stops beating.

The Sakura countryman who was monitoring the situation rubbed his eyes desperately, trying to see clearly.

Then his face changed drastically and he ran out.

In the Sakura group, the most talented genius in the past century has lost.

Rumble!
At this time, in the air-raid shelter that had been abandoned for many years in Longguo, bursts of deep voices came out.

What is Zhuang Ming doing?
Of course riding your own black Wraith in the dugout.

It was vaguely visible that something seemed to be dragging behind the motorcycle.

The long ropes seemed to be dragging a dead pig.

If the leader of the Sakura team came to recognize him, he might probably recognize that the thing that was dirtier than a beggar and whose head was completely flattened turned out to be his son.

Shashasha~
Boom boom boom!
In the pitch-black air-raid shelter, Zhuang Ming didn't even turn on the headlights, just going wild like this.

The passing mice were frightened and ran around, probably because they were afraid that a monster would appear in the dark night and eat them.

The traces left by the agents of the Sakura Country were Zhuang Ming's best guide, and soon he saw the light at the extreme speed.

Rumble!
The sound came from the hole.

"Captain, there seems to be someone inside!" A martial artist rushed to Fuxi and reported.

"Is there anyone else? Impossible." Fuxi frowned, a little confused.

I couldn't help thinking in my heart, could it be that someone from the Sakura Country ran out from the Mingyue Building?

Zhuang Ming let them go?
Ding Ding Deng!
Thinking so, he kept rushing towards that side, and sure enough, before he got close, he could hear the dull roar, which was the same as what he had heard before.

I can't help but feel a little fortunate that I didn't leave, otherwise there would have been a fish that slipped through the net.

Long Feihu and Shen Hongfei also rushed over, looking at the entrance of the cave curiously.

Under Fuxi's command, the crowd dispersed and surrounded the entrance of the cave, ready to take down the people who came out in one fell swoop.

Rumble!
The sound of the roaring motor was getting closer and closer, echoing in the air-raid shelter, and the strings of everyone were getting tighter and tighter, ready to strike.

"Come out!" A black shadow sprang out from the hole.

Many people's eyes lit up suddenly, and their right feet kicked towards the ground with a bang, and their figures directly rushed towards the black shadow.