Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Feng Mo Xiong Er woke up from the nightmare.

It was still dark.

He held his forehead.

My head hurts like it's going to burst.

The torment of nightmares and fear, as well as the side effects of taking a lot of sleeping pills, even a mixed race can't bear it.

Fumoxiong Er confusedly picked up a bottle of wine, and wanted to pour it into his mouth, the flat stretched golden reflection dazzled his eyes, and for a moment, Fengmaxiong Er seemed to see the boy's burning golden pupils again.

"boom!"

The bottle smashed against the wall, sending shards flying.

Feng Mo Xiong Er gasped heavily, like a wild beast being cornered.

He is going crazy.

The shadow of death enveloped the whole body, the pressure brought by the S-level was too great, Feng Moxiong Er felt like a spring stretched to the limit, and it might snap at any time, the next second, maybe the next second.

Feng Mo Xiong Er knew he couldn't go on like this.

He had to find something else to divert his attention.

Find something, yes, find something.

Feng Mo Xiong Er thought of his ignorant nephew.

Ryosuke.

Now, this kid should be dead.

Hey.

This kind of guy who doesn't know how to advance and retreat deserves death.

I've made an uncle's relic anyway.

I reminded him, didn't I?
It was this kid who refused to listen and insisted on being a hero.

Sure enough, it must be because I've been with that young master for so long that I've lost my mind.

In the beginning, these things only sounded in Feng Moxiong Er's heart, and then slowly, he said them in a low voice, sometimes he would repeat a sentence several times, as if he was using this method to strengthen the persuasiveness of words .

Feng Mo Xiong Er stared straight ahead, in the empty place, murmured, and kept chanting, if outsiders saw him like this, they would definitely think that this guy had a mental problem .

In fact, it's almost the same.

"So, it's not my fault at all."

"If this kind of person wants to die, let him die."

"Hahaha."

"Hey hey hey."

"What's the use of glory? When a person dies, there's nothing left. What's the use of glory?"

"Just be like me."

"Only by surviving can we talk about the future."

"I am right."

''I'm right I'm right I'm right.

Feng Mo Xiong Er repeated nervously.

It was Ryosuke who wanted to die. ""

"How could anyone be able to face that kind of monster."

"Isn't that the same as committing suicide?"

Feng Mo Xiong Er completely convinced himself, showing a happy smile.

He was still cursing Ryosuke.

That junior who took the initiative to die for the glory of the Fumo family, in the eyes of Fumo Xiongji, was simply hopelessly stupid.

But it's good to have that kid Ryosuke.

At least he dealt with the monster S Ji.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was extremely happy.

The meaning of X-rank is very clear. Last night, he attacked the Feng Mo family's research institute for the last time.

Just get over it.

Anyway, the materials and personnel of the research institute have been transferred early, and there is no loss. As long as you pay more attention to the report, write it beautifully, and give an explanation to the people above, he will be fine.

As for that boy Ryosuke, he was killed by S rank, so what does it matter to me?

Feng Mo Xiong Er felt that the pressure in his heart was easing.

I can catch my breath.

And best of all, he survived.

What could be more satisfying than being alive?
Feng Mo Xiong Er huddled in a corner and smiled.

The door was knocked.

Feng Moxiong stretched its neck like two snakes.

who is it!

The clock on the wall said three o'clock in the morning.

How can there be people at this point!

Which subordinate who doesn't know etiquette!

The anger rose up in a flash.

Feng Mo Xiong Er went to open the door cursing.

The unhappiness that happened to be full had nowhere to vent.

Feng Mo Xiong Er picked up the baseball bat casually and dragged it on the ground.

Just wait and see how the Second Fengmoxiong will deal with you!
Feng Mo Xiong Er tore off the chain, rattling, since that night, Feng Mo Xiong Er has developed the habit of locking the door while sleeping.

Feng Moxiong Er opened the door, flicked his tongue violently in place, swung the baseball bat, his eyes were bloodshot, full of tyranny.

"you this……"

"asshole!"

This is a more ferocious rebuke than Feng Mo Xiong Er.

The crow grabs Fuma Kumaji's wrist for a baseball bat like an eagle grabs a rabbit.

He stared back nonchalantly.

Yasha swung his fist silently and powerfully, hitting Fumoxiong Er's lower abdomen several times.

Feng Mo Xiong Er's body was bent into a shrimp, and he vomited unpleasant gastric juice, his face was ashen-colored.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was about to collapse on the ground.

The crow grabbed his hand and couldn't move.

Clap a few times.

The crow was almost cheek to cheek with him.

The crow tilted its neck and looked down, as if looking at garbage.

He patted Feng Mo Xiong Er's face with a crisp sound.

Just a few times, the face turned red and swollen.

It doesn't take a few seconds before and after.

The crow dragged Fumo Kumaji like a dead dog, and he and Yasha stepped aside tacitly.

The two bowed their heads.

Yuan Zhisheng walked into the room.

He glanced at the bedroom full of wine bottles, frowning indistinctly.

The coffee table and sofa were also a mess, but compared to the junkyard bedroom, it was fine.

Sakura took a step ahead and tidied things up swiftly, her movements were unhurried and undisturbed, which was actually a bit pleasing to the eye.

When Yuan Zhisheng sat on the sofa, he looked brand new and exuded an elegant fragrance.

Sakura stood behind the sofa.

Crow dragged Feng Mo Xiong Er, kicked this man's knee, he screamed, and knelt down in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

"Wind Demon Bear II."

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"look at me."

Feng Mo Xiong Er lowered his head, looking like mud.

The crow grabbed his hair and lifted it.

Feng Moxiong Er's pupils contracted, he recognized Yuan Zhisheng, and no one in Sheqi Bajia could not recognize this face.

The light was never turned on, only the light of the stars and the moon sprinkled the golden room.

The childish and handsome facial features are particularly chilling in the dark night.

"What about Ryosuke?"

Feng Mo Xiong Er's eyes lit up all of a sudden, like a drowning man grabbing a straw.

He struggled violently, the crow savagely elbowed this guy twice, and Feng Moxiong always came down.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

"It's S rank!"

"It's Kassel's S-Class!"

"Ryosuke is dead."

Feng Mo Xiong Er was very sad, like an uncle who cared about his nephew.

"Ryosuke! What a good boy!"

"He still has so many unfinished business!"

"He's still so young!"

"He still has such an excellent pedigree!"

"Ryosuke, why did you die!"

After crying for a while, Feng Mo Xiong Er pulled himself together and looked at Yuan Zhisheng.

"Little Lord!"

"It's S rank!"

"It's that guy, that guy killed Ryosuke!"

"Young master, you must avenge Ryosuke!"

"For the sake of Ryosuke following you all the time!"

"You must..."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was so excited that he almost fainted.

"Why didn't you die?"

In an instant, a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

Feng Mo Xiong Er almost had a cardiac arrest.

His eyes were puzzled, and the expression on his face was as if he didn't understand Yuan Zhisheng's words at all.

Feng Moxiong Er stammered.

He wanted to ask Yuan Zhisheng to say it again.

Yuan Zhisheng no longer looked at him. "crow."

"Leave it to me, young master"

The crow pulled out Lenz, and pierced the palm of Feng Mo Xiong Er on the ground.

Feng Mo Xiong Er screamed.

A look of disdain flashed in Crow's eyes.

If it wasn't for his blood, or because his surname was Fengmo, even if it was placed in a few courses, it would still be the lowest level of Yakuza.

Greed for life and fear of death, spineless, with these two, you will never even think about raising your head in this life.

"Snapped!"

The crow slapped Feng Moxiong Er.

"To shut up!"

Feng Mo Xiong Er really shut up.

He looked very pitiful now, trembling all over his body, his face was smeared with snot and tears, and he was still biting his lip, for fear of making the slightest sound.

But none of the people present changed their expressions.

The background color of Sheqi Bajia is extreme. If you use the skill list of the game to describe the crows, in addition to murder and arson, it is pouring cement blocks. Of course, pouring cement blocks is not for moving bricks to earn extra money, but for better disposal of corpses. , send them down Tokyo Bay.

Compassion, such a kind quality, is too extravagant for those at the highest level of the Yakuza.

"Go ahead."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him.

"me……"

Feng Mo Xiong Er was tongue-tied.

In fact, he couldn't understand Yuan Zhisheng's words.

What is why I didn't die.

Weird.

Why did he have to die?

Why should he die!
Yuan Zhisheng's patience seemed to be exhausted.

"Ah."

"Where are the data and ghosts you transferred?"

Seeing Feng Moxiong cowering and shrinking, he probably couldn't say anything.

"Go ahead."

"This is what your Feng Mo family meant."

Feng Mo Xiong Er opened his eyes wide, unable to believe it.

Yuan Zhisheng took the document from Sakura, and gently placed it in front of Fumo Xiongji.

"This...this is..."

"A confession."

There was no emotion in Yuan Zhisheng's words.

Then a dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Don't tarnish your surname, kill yourself."

Fumo Kumaji lowered his head in a daze, his eyes seemed to be able to feel the temperature, and the short knife was like a red-hot soldering iron, Fumo Kumaji was scalded, he screamed in shock, showing his ugly face.

Yuan Zhisheng doesn't look at him anymore.

Get up, go out, Sakura is always with you.

Feng Mo Xiong Er struggled desperately.

"Little Lord!"

"Little Lord!"

"Forgive me, young master!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I really don't want to die!"

"Give me a life!"

"It was the S rank who killed Ryosuke!"

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"It really has nothing to do with me!"

Heavy objects hit the floor.

The crow scolded and cursed.

Feng Mo Xiong Er shouted hoarsely.

Yuan Zhisheng walked to the door, stopped, and looked back.

Feng Mo Xiong Er found the hope of life, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he broke free from the crow's grip suddenly.

Crow and Yasha's expressions changed, and they quickly tried to control Fumo Kumaji. Fumokumaji lit up his golden pupils, and crawled on the ground with hands and feet, like a gecko, and rushed towards Yuan Zhisheng at the door in the blink of an eye.

"Young master, no, Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Feng Moxiong's eyes burst out with a desire to live.

He wanted to hug Yuan Zhisheng's thigh.

He's going to knock his head to the ground.

As long as he can survive, dignity or something is not important to him at all.

Suddenly there was an extremely dull sound.

I saw Feng Mo Xiong Er flying backwards at a faster speed than when he came.

He hit the ground like a football, breaking several bones, his facial features were twisted together, and covered in cold sweat.

Sakura, who suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng, backed away.

Crow and Yasha bowed deeply to Yuan Zhisheng.

"I am so sorry!"

"This month's bonus will be halved."

"Yes!"

With the treatment of the two young master's retainers, halving the bonus is already quite a large sum of money, but the crows knew very well that the young master was only fined, which was already very kind.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Feng Mo Xiong Er who was still struggling on the ground.

Sakura's blow just now was so hard that it almost killed Fumo Kumaji.

"Feng Mo Xiong II will be handed over to you."

"Give me the result."

The crow laughed excitedly, and spoke in unison with Yasha.

"Yes, young master!"

Yuan Zhisheng and Sakura walked out of the room, leaving only the voice of despair echoing inside.

The confession was written by Fuma Patriarch himself, and it explained the whole story of the research institute and Kuromaru.

What is on the table is the transfer of data, and the research results of the Feng Mo family will be handed over to the family without reservation.

There are still many punishments under the table, and these are handled by the old man, so don't worry about it.

This time, the Feng Mo family suffered a massive hemorrhage, which hurt their vitality, and all their years of accumulation were wiped out.

But this is also impossible. The Fumo family is one of the eight families of Sheqi, and they are very aware of how terrifying this behemoth is. The Fumo family had already thought of today when they started their secret research. At least their parents thought of it. Therefore, the handling of things after they were revealed was also very fast.

As for Feng Mo Xiong Er, this person must die.

Just because of such a person, Yuan Zhisheng is not worth taking Ryosuke's life.

As for the S rank that Feng Moxiong kept talking about, of course Yuan Zhisheng knew about it.

He'll fight S-Class.

in Tokyo.

Yuan Zhisheng carefully read the materials of Fengmojiatiao.

His eyes glanced at the research records line by line.

All the above operations on the experimental body are shocking to see.

What Yuan Zhisheng cared most about was the identities of these experimental subjects.

ghost.

Compared with the secret research of the Feng Mo family, the price they paid was very little, and in the final analysis, it still lay in the identities of these experimental subjects.

The Eight Snake Qi Clans have always had a clear-cut attitude towards ghosts, killing them all without letting them go.

They didn't regard ghosts as the same kind at all.

What's more, it is still active in today's fierce ghost crowd.

How many commissioners of the executive bureau died in the battle with the ghosts.

Hatred is a thing that can be accumulated and passed on. The first reaction of the current Sheqi Bajia is to draw their swords when they see a ghost, and they absolutely don't want to do anything else.

Therefore, the Fuma family, who used ghosts as experimental subjects, was let go lightly.

Yuan Zhisheng hasn't turned the page for a long time.

He looked at the information, but his thoughts went back to many years ago.

"elder brother."

The boy called him that, earnestly, and smiled cautiously.

"elder brother."

The boy was lying at the bottom of the well, stained with blood, looking at Yuan Zhisheng with nostalgia and reluctance.

Even if the person who killed him was his brother.

"Little Lord."

Yasha's voice awakened Yuan Zhisheng.

"Ah."

Yuan Zhisheng closed the file.

He listened to the report of Crow and Yasha, Fuma Kumaji died, he committed seppuku, his head was put in a wooden box, and Yasha took the last photo, which was to save the Fuma family a sliver of face.

Yuan Zhisheng put the wooden box in front of the photo of Fumo Ryosuke.

He took out three lollipops, paused, and switched to cigarettes.

Light the cigarette and plug it in.

Smoke curled up.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled.

"do not."