The dagger in his hand was gently put back behind him, he glanced at the boy, sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards the door, leaving the frightened boy looking at Masaki's back as if he was stunned.

"Bang!" Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, Masaki's body was slightly stunned, and a trace of blood was printed out of the shirt on his back, and behind him, it turned out to be the little boy who was still terrified just now, trembling and holding a pistol, and pulled the trigger towards Masaki without hesitation!

"Why?" Masaki didn't look back, as if talking to himself.

"I'm going to avenge my father! I'm going to kill you!" the little boy's pale face was flushed with excitement, and his trembling hands with his pistol could not hide his horror at the first shot.

Masaki lowered his head slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, for this answer, there was no anger on his face behind the mask, only helplessness and self-mockery, the palm in the sleeve waved slightly, and the pistol in the little boy's hand was knocked away by the invisible palm, hitting the wall and shattering, leaving the little boy with a look of surprise and horror.

However, just when the little boy felt that something was wrong, and even had the consciousness of being killed by Masaji, he closed his eyes, but he couldn't wait for the imaginary pain, a few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the figure of the mysterious masked man disappeared without a trace, as if he had never come, he subconsciously rushed out of the living room, but the corpse on the ground in the living room seemed to have never appeared, mysteriously disappeared, in the corridor, in the aisle, all the traces of the battle, all the traces of the battle, disappeared completely, and there was no corpse。

This made the little boy a little surprised, he even wondered if he had a dream, an unreal nightmare, until he saw the figure slowly disappearing in the air in the moonlight through the window, he couldn't help but cover his mouth, all this, all true!

Masaki in mid-air, cross-legged as if sitting between the clouds and mist, quietly looking at the bright moon behind the dark clouds, his expression does not know whether it is sad or happy, at this time from this different angle, only to find that the moon is extraordinarily bright and extraordinarily round.

The blood on his back has long ceased to flow, and under the powerful recovery power, he has even felt that the muscles growing in the place where the bullet hit have replaced the previous tissue, and a golden bullet casing has been backlogged, and his eyes are a little faint, I don't know what he was thinking, just now when he was leaving, he casually incinerated the body with Amaterasu, he didn't know why he did this.

The night moon is like dust, sprinkled on the clouds, and it seems to condense into a little bit of ice crystals against the colorful brilliance, and the breeze blows on the face, so that Masaki, who looks up at the night sky at a height of 10,000 meters, has the illusion that he can pick the stars with one hand.

Looking up, the starry sky on a moonlit night, as quiet as snow, makes people feel refreshed and happy, as if the killing just now disappeared in this silver moonlight breeze.

Looking down, the rainbow city under 10,000 meters, at the moment the small one seems to be a doll, the traffic passes through, like a line of light and shadow in the map-like rainbow city to compose everyone's busy life.

Masaki stood quietly on the top of the clouds, and his breathing seemed to have stopped at this moment, except for the sound of the wind, there was no sound, and the noise of the city in the past was inaudible here.

Suddenly, Zhengji took a step, tapped the clouds, walked step by step, the formless and qualitative clouds, at this moment also seemed to become a solid ground, as if entrusted with the light body of Zhengji, this situation, this scene, just like the painting of the general elegant poetry, and Zhengji, also like a real immortal, floating in the world.

Laughing at the red dyeing of the mountain, chasing the wind and white clouds, this body is not a guest, and the three talents of heaven and earth are ordinary!

The poems also seem to have a layer of moonlight indifference, coming out of the mouth of Zhengji, and spreading between the sea of clouds in the empty and lonely sky.

"Mom, look, Superman!" A silver-white passenger plane shuttled between the clouds and mist, and a seven- or eight-year-old blonde boy who was lying on the window and watching the sea of clouds churn with surprise and surprise in his eyes, looked at the plain figure standing in the air 100 meters away, patted the shoulder of the woman next to him and said loudly.

"Shhhhhhh

The little boy looked at his mother aggrievedly, wanting to justify, but saw that the figure outside the window had disappeared without a trace, as if what he had just seen was really just a dream, he couldn't help frowning a little, and he was lying on the window of the machine and glancing at it as if he was lost, but he could only see the endless sea of clouds in the night sky.

In an inconspicuous park on the ground, Masaki's figure walked out of the shade of the trees, looked up at the sky, the roar of the airliner faintly came from overhead, and a trace of happiness flashed in his eyes, almost, almost hit by it, fortunately he reacted quickly enough.

At this moment, in a dimly lit conference room, twelve foreign men and women in suits are sitting at the conference table, and in the dark conference room, only a dim light illuminates a little space, and the atmosphere is slightly depressed and serious.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a tall man in his forties like a bear, stepped into it with a majestic step, his steps were heavy, and it seemed that every step down had a general weight of 10,000 tons, giving people a feeling of depression, and the dark conference room was also accompanied by his reckless straight and seemed to have a bloody and bloody wind in vain, making everyone's hearts seem to have a kind of boulder that has weighed a thousand catties.

All the people at the conference table, the moment they saw the man walk in, as if they instinctively reacted, stood up, and respectfully watched him walk step by step to the main seat, their eyes invariably filled with fear and awe.

And it wasn't until he sat down that people found that the yellow man who followed behind him with his head down, his aura was so strong that he made everyone inadvertently ignore the man, and at this moment the yellow man was standing behind him with his mouth pursed and without saying a word, his eyes wandered, as if he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Sit down", a hoarse voice with a metallic echo, sounded in the quiet conference room, as if echoing in everyone's hearts, just two words, as if with unquestionable firmness.

The twelve councillors sat down subconsciously, as if they were robots following orders, and they were very neat under the man's order.

After a long time, a long breath came out of the man's mouth, and the eyes of the man with his eyes closed suddenly opened, and everyone's hearts subconsciously froze, what kind of eyes were they!

No one dared to look at him, and no one had the courage, everyone's eyes drifted subconsciously, they couldn't figure out the mood and state of the godfather Niu Dun today, and they didn't know why they were called in the middle of the night, you know, it is very rare for twelve councilors to sit here like today, and they will only gather together when the mafia has a major change or decision.

That's right, they are the twelve parliamentarians at the top of the mafia pyramid, as a huge gang organization with hundreds of thousands of members around the world, the twelve of them gathered around the godfather Newdong, as the twelve parliamentarians in charge of the mafia around the world, basically all the major decisions of the mafia are voted by the twelve parliamentarians and the newdong.

The existence of the 12-member system is a regulation that has been handed down by the mafia since its establishment, and it can also be said that the mafia established it in order to prevent it from becoming a one-man arbitrary one-man hall, simply put, it is an existence that restricts the rights of the godfathers, and the facts have proved that it is indeed effective in preventing the godfathers from making wrong decisions many times.

However, when it comes to the godfather of Newnd's generation, it is because of his outstanding strength and extremely clever means, the rights of the Twelve Councillors have been weakened unprecedentedly, since Newshield became the godfather of the Mafia twenty years ago, almost the Twelve Councillors have existed in name only, Newshield said that they could not stop it at all.

"Jessica, Pino," Newton suddenly spoke, looking at the two men in the third and fifth seats of the conference table, and said in a deep voice.

"Godfather," the two of them sat up straight, looking at Newton with a bit of caution and caution in their eyes.

"You have done a good job of making the mafia grow in front of people all over the world", Niu Dun's eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of arc that he didn't know whether to laugh or mock, and suddenly said without a beginning or an end.

The two were slightly stunned, glanced at each other, and a little sweat suddenly appeared on their foreheads, they already knew roughly what Niu Dun was referring to, and the arm under the table trembled slightly, not daring to look directly into Niu Dun's eyes.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the figure of Niu Dun didn't know when he had stood up, and the Asian man behind him, "Bang, Bang", was taken back a few steps by the huge impact, and hit the wall with a "bang", covering his face, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he lowered his head and looked at his face against his leather shoes without saying a word, it was Wang Gang!

This sudden appearance surprised everyone present, and they couldn't help but stand up, a little confused, as Niu Dun's son-in-law, Wang Gang has been a hot person in the mafia recently.

ps: It's been so long, thank you for not giving up, and so many of my dear book lovers for their support, I'm very happy, this book won't be a eunuch, remember this~ Everyone encourages each other, come on, thank you for the red envelope that Boss Hui gave me, I am grateful.