My lover is this organization

If you are in a bad mood, then you will naturally hit harder.

There was a sharp whistling sound, and a ray of cold light tore through the colorful light from the stage lights. The killer with a hideous face jumped onto the stage with a claw knife in his backhand, and swung the knife straight at the throat of the arrogant invader.

Qin Wuque smacked his lips impatiently and leaned forward to avoid the attack. He stretched out his powerful big hand, and his knuckles with throbbing veins clamped the killer's ankle like a vise. Then he pulled hard without any skill, and the killer, who had been in a horse stance with a stable lower body in the previous second, fell backwards on the spot.

But he didn't even have a chance to land on his head.

"All of you, die!"

Just like the scene in the movie where the Hulk beats up the evil god Loki, Qin Wuque simply lifted the killer's ankle and swung the more than 180 pounds of sword with great force, as if he was waving a whip that was not very soft. He easily swept away several killers who jumped on from the other side of the stage, then turned around and slammed the man heavily to the ground with a backhanded move that collapsed mountains and split the earth. The man fell silent instantly.

After doing all this, Qin Wuque, who was beginning to feel his blood boiling, took off his windbreaker and short-sleeved shirt, gently threw them upwards and hung them on the stage frame. As his muscles stretched, he showed the audience in the dance floor a back that could be described as completely tough, and then he uttered a few standard English syllables from between his teeth.

"Next!"

As soon as the words fell, the third group of killers rushed onto the stage.

What was different from the previous two times was that the number of killers in the third group was more than the previous two combined. After experiencing the failure of the first two raids, they seemed to be possessed by demons and were determined to use human wave tactics to kill Qin Wuque.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's really unsportsmanlike... huh?"

Qin Wuque had already taken up his starting stance, ready to face the enemy head-on, but at this moment he suddenly noticed a stick-like object with a metallic luster flying towards him at a high speed in the dance floor in the distance. From the appearance, it seemed to be... a baseball bat?

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in mid-air, then glanced at it against the light falling from above his head. It was indeed a baseball bat, and it looked to be worth a lot of money, because there was a string of English names written on it with a marker. The handwriting was elegant, and it was probably the autograph of a baseball star.

Qin Wuque had no interest in baseball, so naturally he didn't know who the baseball star who signed on the stick was, but that didn't mean he had no interest in the baseball bat.

"Thanks for this old iron's baseball bat!" he said loudly while holding up the baseball bat, and was responded with waves of cheers from the audience that got louder and louder.

Then, the shadows of the sticks danced wildly!

In terms of visual impact alone, it may not be as good as the scene where Ichigo Kurosaki used his Bankai to cut open the Thousand Sakura of Byakuya Kuchiki, but the difference is that the former is an animation, while the latter is seen with the naked eye in reality!

The dozen killers who rushed forward were knocked away almost at the same time, and their flying speed was even faster than when they pounced on them.

Among the scattered figures, the shirtless Qin Wuque still maintained the posture at the end of the swing, sweat steaming all over his body. In his other hand that was not holding the bat, there was an opened bottle of Snow Beer. Under the half-moved cat-head funny mask, there was a lion-like smile.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yongran's pupil magician stood up gracefully, raised his head and took a swig of beer from the bottle, propped the baseball bat in his hand on the ground, and stood on his horse with his sword drawn.

"Next!"

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"Don't Ask About Innocence" is a magical song. It almost made me want to find a partner after listening to it. Fortunately, I quickly played two sokabuli songs to calm my nerves.

Just kidding, finding a partner is not as fun as typing.

Chapter 134 The Godfather

After a piece of electronic dance music ended, Qin Wuque swung the baseball bat and knocked away all the killers around him in one breath.

At this moment, he was the only one standing on the stage, his upper body bare and unharmed. The muscles under his skin rose and fell like flowing water when he breathed, and they were faintly red under the stage lights, which was a sign of full blood after intense exercise.

The female singer and DJ who were in charge of singing and playing music had already retreated to the side cunningly, in order to avoid being caught by this killer who, in a fit of rage, could not kill enough passers-by and come up to shoot them in the head with a baseball bat.

In fact, they don't have to worry at all in this regard, because Qin Wuque's kill streak has been so long that even he can't remember it. He only remembers swinging the baseball bat to hit all the men in suits who pounced on him, and then he will not stop to meet the next wave.

In the past ten minutes, the Antonio family's killers seemed to be crazy, as if they were a group of carp that had made a collective agreement to jump over the dragon gate. They almost rushed one after another through the crowd of people on the dance floor and onto the stage. Every second, at least six or seven people rushed up, and then were blown away with the same or even higher efficiency.

By the time the dance ended, the entire group of killers under Antonio's family was wiped out.

"Hush...huh..."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling the foul air, Qin Wuque slowly sat down on the stage with one leg bent, a half-finished bottle of Snow Beer dangling from his hand, his elbow resting on a baseball bat that was no longer shiny and bright but had become a bit bumpy, his eyes swept across the dance floor below, golden light flickering in his pupils.

"That's it? Anything else?" he said, raising his head.

The enthusiasm of the audience below the stage has reached a new peak. The cheers are like thousands of waves, surging in with overwhelming force, but no more killers from the Antonio family rush onto the stage.

Those who were able to rush onto the stage had already fallen, and the rest were simply protecting their new hostess, and had no time or time to rush over.

There are only so few people, it's boring... Qin Wuque thought.

After stopping the continuous intense exercise, his body began to cool down gradually. At the same time, the voice of Captain Qin suddenly came from the radio.

"What do you mean, are you still alive? I heard that the commotion over there seems to have stopped."

The inorganic and cold tone as always revealed a hint of subtle concern.

"Of course~"

Qin Wuque answered the radio, curling his lips and sounding slightly disdainful.

"With the strength of these rookies, how could they possibly surround and kill me? Even if we give them all a Gatling gun, they may not be able to hurt me. Don't worry, we have already defeated them all. By the way, how are you, Captain Qin?"

"Well, the situation is a little complicated, but we have successfully met the new leader of the Antonio family. If you have finished your work, you can come over."

In a huge private bath in ancient Roman style located in the back half of Antonio's manor, a silver-haired beauty, aiming an M1911 with one hand, cast her gaze towards a wealthy Roman woman not far in front of her, whose face was filled with disbelief.

She was a European woman who was a little too beautiful when she was young. Although the years had left ruthless marks on her face, one could still vaguely glimpse her radiant beauty when she was in her prime.

Especially that figure that is as charming and tight as a ripe peach. Although it has sagged a little with age... it is still enough to look down on all the women.

After all, she is big!

And behind Gin, another pistol was aimed at her.

The man holding the gun was a bald, muscular man with a tough look. He was burly and looked like a good fighter. He was wearing the same black suit as the other security guards in the manor, and looked like the head of security.

But the bald strong man did not dare to act rashly.

Because the Night Stalker aimed at him from behind.

The four people were strangely connected in a straight line, checking and balancing each other.

If it were a movie, this would definitely be a great opportunity to increase the tension. The director would have the four actors add to the drama through eye changes and micro-expressions until the atmosphere is just right, and then arrange for a troublemaker to suddenly rush out to break the balance, and finally achieve the perfect rule of "smoke but no injuries" amid a burst of gunfire.

However, reality is often stranger than movies. For example, Captain Yiqin would never have imagined that the person targeting her would be an old acquaintance of the Night Devil, and... this bald strong man and the Night Devil would both be old lovers of a wealthy Roman woman.

"Cassian." The Night Demon whispered the familiar name.

"John?"

The bald strong man did not turn around, nor did he dare to move, but he determined the identity of the visitor just by the voice.

"Put down the gun, Cassian." John Wick walked around to the side of the bald man from behind, changed from holding the gun with both hands to holding it with one hand, freeing up one hand to comfort him, and repeated, "We are not here to kill anyone, we just want to talk to your master."

“But your companion is pointing a gun at my master.” Cassian held the gun stubbornly.

"Get lost." The silver-haired beauty said impatiently, "You were the one who raised the gun first."

She admitted that she was a little impatient before, and she didn't have the superb skills like Qin Wuque to land silently. She jumped down from the height a little early, so she jumped down and was noticed before the bald strong man walked away.

The opponent was a tough guy, with extremely fast reaction and gun-drawing speed. Gin was not wearing a bulletproof vest, so she would definitely be at a disadvantage in a head-on shootout. In desperation, she was forced to aim her gun at Gianna da Antonio, the rich old Roman woman in front of her, as a means of protecting herself.

"John, until recently, we considered each other... friends." Jaina said softly, a gleam in her eyes.

"I think so now." The Night Devil nodded, "We just want to talk to you."

"But you disrupted my coronation ceremony, destroyed my place, and showed up here like a messenger of death..." The rich Roman woman took a deep breath, "Do you think there is anything else to talk about between us?"

"Of course."

However, these words were not said by the Night Demon. A deep voice with a strong sense of imitation came from above and echoed in the huge private bathhouse. The very personal tone made everyone raise their heads and look upwards unconsciously.

"Who is it?" The rich Roman woman's face changed slightly.

The next moment, the sound of glass breaking suddenly exploded above my head.

As the priceless stained glass window on the roof of the bathhouse was mercilessly kicked to pieces, a nimble figure flew in from the broken window, kicked the bald man holding a gun away with a handsome knight's flying kick, and then landed steadily.

"If you want to refuse the talk, you have to have the ability to do so. I will make you an offer you can't refuse."

Qin Wuque, holding a baseball bat, slowly stood up from the ground.

"Negotiation or death of the whole family, which one do you choose?"

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Phew... God damn, the family was divided into Ai family, Mei family, Qin family, and Bei family. This is the prototype of the Eight Clans of Sheqi.

The second update is a little late. It seems that tax refund has been launched. I have studied it for a long time but still can’t understand it. I will continue with it after I finish typing.

Chapter 135 Taking advantage of the situation

"Negotiation or death of the whole family, which one do you choose?"

Qin Wuque straightened up, tilted his head and cast his gaze towards the still charming wealthy Roman woman, with the bat, which was dented by people, still on his shoulder, and his posture was extremely intimidating.

It seemed as if he would hit the other party with a baseball bat without mercy if he dared to say no.

It was indeed an offer that could not be refused...

The Night Devil resisted the urge to hold his forehead with his hand. He stretched out his hand to the bald man who was kicked to the ground, indicating that he could pull the latter up.

Cassian glanced at his old acquaintance, the muscles in his cheeks bulged slightly, and after a brief hesitation, he reached out his hand, grabbed him, and stood up.

He had tried several times before to get in touch with other killers by tapping the radio microphone on his wrist, but never received a response. He must have been dealt with by the other party.

As the saying goes, humans have their limits. Although Cassian himself is the strongest in the Antonio family's assassin group and leads the entire assassin group, he cannot fight against all the enemies with his bare hands. At best, one against three is already the limit, and it must be under the premise that both sides are bare-handed.

And now the other party had taken care of all of them with just one person, and he did it with ease and without a scratch on his body. With such unpredictable strength, judging by common sense, Cassian felt that he had no other choice but to negotiate.

However, rationality is rationality. Perhaps it was out of loyalty to his master, or perhaps it was out of some more special emotion that made this bald tough guy, who had not yet recovered from the impact of being kicked, ignore the fact that his body was still shaky. After barely standing firm, he let go of the hand of his old acquaintance, covered the part of his body that was kicked, and limped back to his master.

...Then he was stopped halfway through his journey.

To be precise, someone pinched that shiny bald head.

"I was talking to your master and didn't ask you to come over. Go back and stand still."

Qin Wuque twisted his hand hard and kicked Cassian back to John Wick.

Then he turned around and strode up to the rich Roman woman. He looked down at her, his blazing golden eyes lighting up silently.

The moment their eyes met, the surging dragon power poured directly into the depths of Jaina's soul like a tsunami, causing the newly crowned leader of the Antonio family to tremble.

She felt as if she was not facing a human being, but a majestic ancient dragon!

"I said, we need to talk." Qin Wuque said lightly.

"..."

Jaina's pupils shrank slightly, and she immediately turned her head to the side and looked away.

Cold beads of sweat slid down her temples, and the mountains that looked like ripe peaches rose and fell violently.

"I didn't expect it to be you, the Eternal Burning Eye Master." She closed her eyes and said softly.

gan...

The golden light in Qin Wuque's eyes instantly extinguished, and an expression of embarrassment and helplessness appeared on his face instead: "That's why I hate the Japanese's Chuunibyou. Forget about the Chuunibyou, but the nicknames they give are so shameful, like the Absolute Fierce Tiger and the Destruction Dragon... but when it comes to me, do I just become a pupil master? My last name is not Uchiha."

"But you're right." The rich Roman woman suddenly raised her head.

"……Um?"

Qin Wuque was stunned for a moment.

Jaina was indeed worthy of being a woman who could sit in the position of the leader of Antonio's family. Without the continuous mental suppression caused by the golden eyes, she quickly recovered, took a deep breath and calmed her pounding heart a little.

"We really should have a good talk, but not here."

"You happy is ok~"

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"Santino wants to kill me. I have expected this day to come a long time ago, but I have been avoiding it..."

In the luxuriously decorated conference room of Antonio Manor, Gianna leaned against the solid nanmu chair back in the chief seat at the conference table, shaking a glass of red wine that seemed to never be finished. The overhead light fell, and her haggard cheeks were reflected in the gorgeous wine.

Qin Wuque sat in the first seat on the right side of the conference table with an empty beer bottle with only some foam left in it placed in front of him. On the conference chairs beside him on his right, the leader of the Qin band, Night Demon, sat down one after another.