In a cramped room, the sound of ticking water echoes.

There were three or five unclothed young men and women huddled on the ground, their eyes staring blankly in the direction of the doorway, sobbing in despair like homeless pet dogs.

"Click-"

There was a slight sound in the lock, and a young man in his twenties wearing the season's latest handmade limited edition sportswear pushed the door in.

As he entered the door, the young man pulled the high collar of his tracksuit jacket with some awkwardness, and then he was not satisfied with the hem of his shirt that was lifted up to reveal his slightly round belly.

While doing these actions, the young man glanced at one of the young men curled up in the corner of the room with a little disdain, as if he was mocking the other with his eyes, asking why the other liked to wear such expensive, ugly and inconvenient clothes.

And when the young man saw his favorite sportswear dressed like this, his eyes unconsciously flashed a trace of sadness, his body trembled slightly, but he never said a word to refute the young man's disdainful gaze, telling the other party that the clothes were tailor-made for him, and other people didn't fit it at all.

Without looking at the young man's reaction, the young man who pushed the door in forcibly covered his belly like a swimming ring, and shouted towards the door:

"Hurry up for me! Don't be sluggish, let you see the true face of those high-ranking clan disciples today! Let you see how filthy they are!"

As the young man shouted, the cramped room was filled with men and women.

The men were dressed in nondescript custom costumes like young people, and their eyes looked curiously and tentatively at the young men and women who were pushed to the side of the room, as if they were watching the giant pandas in the zoo.

The young men and women were still trembling and curling up on their own, completely oblivious to the crowd around them who were shouting for them, even if they were accidentally pushed aside.

It's just that if someone can see their eyes in such a chaotic environment, they will find that their eyes are full of something called mourning more than the death of the heart.

But who cares about the rich inner activities of these "clan children" who huddle in the corner, like water dogs, and only know how to tremble?

All they care about is whether what the young man says is true.

For example, whether these young men and women are the well-dressed and radiant children of the clan in the past, for example, whether they are really as filthy as the young people say, and so on.

Suddenly, a man's exclamation came from the crowd.

I saw him excitedly pointing to one of the young men and saying:

"I know this person! He is Guan Shangwei of the Ming Lu clan!"

"It's that he snatched my girlfriend some time ago and fired me from his company!"

"Look, I have a picture of him here, he must be right!"

Hearing the man's excited and trembling words, the people around him quickly gathered up to him and rushed to see what he called a "photo".

In the photo, he is a professional who looks eight or nine points similar to a young man but has a completely different temperament, and just from his outfit and photos, it will give people a very capable and resolute feeling.

If it weren't for the man pointing it out, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the person in front of him would be the same person as the professional in the photo, but after the man's explanation, everyone compared it again, but it was certain that the down-and-out young man in front of him was indeed the clan disciple Guan Shangwei who everyone had heard of.

At this time, the young man who had beckoned everyone to the hut also spoke at the right time.

I saw him pick up Guan Shangwei's collar, lift the other party up, and shake it like selling pork in front of everyone, and then said as if reading a resume:

"That's right, this person is indeed the Guan Shangwei he said he said. ”

"The children of the Ming Lu clan are responsible for helping the clan take care of the real estate in our place. ”

"I don't know if you have heard of the Lusheng Real Estate that demolished thousands of residential buildings and built villas in the center of the city two years ago?

"I remember Xiaoqu, your girlfriend's house was the demolition household at that time, right?

"I'm afraid this guy will get along with your girlfriend at that time, otherwise why did their family suddenly agree......"

Hearing the young man's words, the man who recognized Guan Shangyan, who was called Xiaoqu for him, couldn't help but have red eyes, and his eyes were full of hatred and hatred when he looked at Guan Shangwei.

He had long doubted everything the young man said, but he didn't dare to have the slightest thought because of the identity and status of the other party, and at this time, once the young man said it in public, he even had the intention of tearing Guan Shangwei alive.

And the young man was also interested, so he let go of the hand holding Guan Shangwei's collar without a trace, and let him fall in the direction of Xiaoqu.

Seeing that the enemy fell to him, Xiaoqu was completely crazy in the discussion of many melon-eating people and the so-called "If it were me, I would also choose the handsome and golden-like so-and-so", he threw down Guan Shangwei like crazy, and pinched the opponent's vital point with his hand.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the young man's eyes at Xiaoqu's behavior, and he didn't mean to stop him at all, but continued to introduce the next one.

"This is Shanling of the Shangtu clan...... , this is Yu Feng of the Guangyu clan...... , that one over there is the Po Long Twenty Lang of the Po Long clan...... , this is Shangyao's Yaoyi......"

The person introduced by each young person is considered to be a young man with a face in their area.

And every young handsome man has done a lot of things in the words of young people that do not conform to their glamorous appearance.

For every one more young man spoke, three or two of them rushed at the young men and women either with a sudden realization or a cynical expression, and by the time he had introduced them all, the room was filled with the groans of pain from the young men and women, the suffocating coughs, and even the humiliating blows of death.

Looking at the atrocities taking place in the room, the young man's face showed a trace of morbid madness and satisfaction.

This expression was well hidden for him, even the few people who were watching him at this time who had not moved their hands were noticing.

"Why don't you 'sanction' these clan children who bully and oppress us ordinary people?"

The young man's tone was slightly cold when he said this, which made the person in front of him answer very cautiously.

"I ...... I can't get my hands on it, they look so pathetic...... I...... Shouldn't we take them to the hospital?"

It was a girl with a soft and weak temperament who spoke, and she didn't even dare to look at the mess and gore in the room, so it was worth lowering her head vigorously and making a rebuttal like a mosquito.

Hearing the girl's reply, the young man couldn't help laughing.

His smile seemed to split his face in two.

Obviously, there was a "hehehe" sound in his mouth, but his eyes and face became more and more gloomy.

The young man pulled a clan child out of the crowd and put it in the girl's face.

"What? Think he's pitiful?"

"Have you ever wondered what they did wrong to get to where they are today?!"

"Look at these people behind me, which of them has not been bullied and exploited by the clan?!Which one is not because of the existence of these moths and can only struggle just to have a full meal tomorrow?!"

"Aren't we pitiful?!Could it be that we deserve to be bullied by them?!"

"Here, give me a good look!"

"How are they different from us after pulling out this skin?!"

"Is he better than you? Is he better than me?

"But it's such a thing that is no different from us, or even inferior to us! He can openly enjoy resources that we can't get in ten lifetimes, and even a long life that we can't compare to in ten lifetimes!"

"Is this fair?!"

"Do we deserve it? We were born to work hard for these people?"

"Come, tell me, are they worthy of pity?!"

As he spoke, the young man slammed the unnaturally trembling clan youths in his hands into those who refused to kill them, and finally placed them in front of the girl again.

There was a slight struggle on their faces, but the young man didn't give them much time to think before he handed the girl a knife.

Just listen to him say in a cruel and inflammatory tone:

"Kill them, kill them, and you're taking the most crucial step to protect your interests. ”

"Don't you want to have dozens or hundreds of years of youth like these people? Don't you want to get rid of boring firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in your most beautiful years to enjoy life? Don't you want to have those gorgeous clothes and exquisite costumes?"

"As long as you kill him with your hands and make up your mind to overthrow these clan children who oppress us, these things will be your ......"

Even after hearing these seductive words, the girl still pursed her lips and held the knife with trembling hands.

However, the young man gently took the girl's hand, and he said softly to the girl:

"I know, I know you want this. I know that you don't want your years to grow old like this, and you don't want to be exploited by the children of these clans for the rest of your life......"

"I know, it's not that you don't want to do it, you just don't know how to do it......"

"Come, I'll help you!"

With a "flutter", the young man took the girl's hand and cut the throat of the young man of the clan.

Blood splashed the girl's face, making the world in her eyes blood-red, and her spirit was even more muddy.

And at this moment the words of the young man came to her ears,

"Look, isn't it easy?"

"These clan disciples are not better than us or anything, and there is no reason to control the life and death of us ordinary people, right?"

"They have deprived us of our wealth and resources, leaving us to live in this world in such misery......"

"Shouldn't they have been killed?"

"Should...... Should!"

The girl complied blankly, and the young man rubbed her bloodstained hair at her reply, and turned his gaze to the people who had seen it happen.

"Do you still think you can't do it?!", I don't have the patience to teach you one by one, if you don't do it, go and accompany them......

The young man didn't say anything about the rest of the story, but the smell of blood in the room had already made these people know something.

At this point, the butcher's knife was in everyone's hands.

In the hands of every ordinary Heavenly Court person.

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