In the dark alley, the two stood facing each other.

One of them was an old man with gray hair, sunken cheeks, a lewd face, and a slender and shriveled body tightly wrapped in a black trench coat, and he looked at the young man in front of him with cloudy eyes.

The young man was tall, but his figure was morbidly emaciated, with straw-like messy hair, sunken eye sockets, bloodshot eyes, and uneven stubble on his cheeks that made him look particularly decadent.

The young man said anxiously, "What do I want?"

"Slow down, boy!" the old man was a little dissatisfied with the young man's impatience, "you must tell me what you want to do with it! ”

The young man snorted and slammed his palm on the wall next to him.

"Click!" the concrete wall was like glass, and immediately cracked a large avenue crack.

The old man was so frightened that he took two steps back: "This palm power, you are Sima Ning's apprentice?"

"I'll ask you again! What do I want!" the young man bit every word, and the palm of his hand on the wall shook slightly, and the crack on the wall doubled.

In a panic, the old man took out an oil-paper wrapped item from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and then fled in a hurry.

The young man slowly picked up the items in the stagnant water on the ground, opened the oiled paper, and the luster of the metal flashed, it was a revolver of four or five calibers, the bullet was specially treated, and ordinary people who were hit by this bullet would be directly split in half.

The young man slipped his pistol into his coat pocket and walked out of the dark alley.

At night, Queen's Street is particularly lively, with men and women of all colors playing and merryly on both sides of the street.

The reflection of sequins on the clothes of young girls seemed to illuminate the night, and men in formal clothes sprayed with cologne strolled confidently through the streets.

Compared to these people, the youth is like a ghost.

A wandering spirit isolated from the world.

The youth parked outside a private bar.

At the door stood two strong men in suits and leather shoes, and the strong men stopped the young man, who looked up at the two and did not speak.

The two strong men immediately took a step back: "Senior brother!"

The young man did not reply, and walked straight in, the room was extremely dark and cold, the young man approached the elevator at the end of the room, took the elevator, and arrived on the second floor.

The elevator doors opened, and in front of the young man was a wide hallway with a large red wool carpet on the floor.

The youth walked on the carpet and came to the end of the corridor, where there was a scarlet door.

The young man pushed lightly, and the door opened, and suddenly there was an extremely luxurious bar in the room.

In the far middle of the room lay a blonde woman in a red dress.

The woman noticed the young man's entry, and slowly raised her head, slowly and uncarefully brushing the broken hair that covered her face.

The eyes are slightly closed, as if they have just woken up, and the white cheeks are slightly flushed, making the already beautiful face even more charming.

She reclined on the couch, her dress wide open, revealing her fair neck and breasts, and the hem of her skirt was carelessly scattered, revealing her plump, fair thighs.

She saw the young man, his red lips raised, like a blooming red rose, and said in a whispering voice: "Senior brother Fangjing, welcome!"

Fang Jing ignored her and walked to the bar, wanting to pour himself a glass of whiskey, but his slender hand was on his wrist, stopping him from moving.

He didn't look back, and the strong smell of perfume from behind him told him that the woman had walked behind him.

"What's wrong?Sima Rui?" Fang Jing unceremoniously called her name.

Sima Rui didn't feel offended, took out a bottle of red wine from the side, and filled it with Fang Jing.

"I prepared a red wine for my father's birthday, we can drink a little first. ”

Fang Jing did not resist, and the blood-colored red wine was poured into his glass.

Then, Sima Rui sat back on the sofa with the shaking red wine bottle.

Fang Jing raised his wine glass, close to his lips, and was just about to drink it, when the door was opened, and a tall man walked in from outside the door, wearing a white sweater that outlined his broad and firm chest muscles, and his plump and strong shoulders.

With a pleasing smile, he walked into the room: "Senior Brother Fang Jing!

"Ahh

Fang Jing put down his wine glass, lost his interest in drinking, and looked at the table intently, completely unconcerned about the farce behind him.

Laulo stepped forward to help Sima Rui, and suddenly, a horn in the corner of the wall sounded, and a piercing sound of electricity, like a baby's scream.

After the sound of electricity ended, a strong male voice came, and everyone heard that it was the voice of Master Sima Ning.

"Apprentices and my daughter, thank you for attending my birthday party, I'm coming up soon. ”

Sima Rui let out a childlike laughter, which upset Fang Jing, and his hand was already slowly touching the pistol in his coat pocket.

At this time, everyone heard the sound of the elevator, and all three of them looked at the door, and Fang Jing's fingers had already touched the trigger.

For a long time, the door was not opened.

"What is this old fellow up to?" said Laulo with a smile.

Push open the door and head towards the elevator.

Sima Rui and Fang Jing followed him, and everyone walked to the elevator door.

"Ding!" The elevator slowly opened, and in the elevator was Sima Ning, sitting on a chair, with both hands and feet tied to the chair, his chest was wide open, and on his strong chest was a black handprint, and Sima Ning had lost his breath.

Screams echoed the hallway, and Sima Rui collapsed to the ground, pointing to the black handprint.

Rollo and Fang Jing also turned pale, and they both recognized the black handprint and the meaning of the handprint.

Soon, Sima Rui called the police, and the police soon crowded the corridor, and one of the policemen walked towards the body, at this time, a girl's voice came.

"Wait!"

The two came from behind the crowd.

One of them was a tall man in a suit, with neatly combed hair, square-framed glasses, delicate features, and hard lines, and a serious scholarly appearance.

Beside him was a young girl, who looked particularly petite beside the man, with black hair scattered, a standard goose egg face, pale skin and a straight eyebrow and slightly lowered eyebrows that were pitiful.

Wearing a wide black hooded sweatshirt, light-colored cargo pants and a pair of AJ sneakers under the trouser legs, he was full of youthful atmosphere.

The girl carried a medal on her arm, on which was engraved the number: seven.

"I am the leader of the seventh group of the Martial Arts Administration, Lu Min. This is the deputy leader of the seventh group, Li San. We took over the case. The girl said.

The police immediately dispersed and made way for them.

Lu Min gestured to Li San with his eyes, and Li San stepped forward and picked up the corpse.

The black handprints were displayed in front of everyone.

Li San stood against the wall and looked at Lu Min with an uneasy face: "The bones and flesh under the handprint have been liquefied........ Same as before........"

Lu Min wanted to come forward to observe, but when the police gave way to her, she accidentally squeezed into the square mirror, the square mirror stumbled backwards, the items in the pocket fell, and the sound of metal hitting the ground was so clear.

Everyone saw it, the pistol that fell from the pocket.

The police nervously dispersed and surrounded Fang Jing: "Don't move!"