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In the dilapidated factory building, a short shout came out vaguely, through the heavy iron gate, like the whimper of the wind passing through the alley on a rainy day.

At ten o'clock in the morning in Rongcheng, dark clouds were thick, and the oppressive atmosphere before the rain swept the entire sky and earth, like some kind of huge ominous.

The man in the white robe raised the leather whip with iron nails and copper and iron sheets, and whipped the man hanging in the air hard, the lightning and thunder outside the window, and the man's figure was stretched and shortened in the flickering light from the small skylight, twisted like a ghost.

He put down the leather whip in his hand, looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist, and frowned slightly at the corner of his eye.

"There's no time, Minister Yan, we're running out of time."

Hanging in mid-air, the man known as Minister Yan was already beaten and covered with scars at this time, one eye was high and swollen, and only a half-squinted slit remained, looking ridiculous and desolate.

Thick blood flowed down the cracked bruised skin through the abdomen, thighs, knees, ankles, and then pooled to the end of the big toe, forming a clump that dripped onto the ground.

Yan Qing gasped heavily, and her consciousness began to blur little by little with the pain.

However, at this time, the man standing on the ground quickly picked up a bright silver knife and hit Yan Qing in the abdomen with the back of the knife.

In an instant, the huge pain that cracked like a spider's web immediately woke up Yan Qing's nerve fibers. He screamed, and then he was whipped in the face with the iron plate, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

"Minister Yan is iron-clad, righteous and thin, and he doesn't spit out a word under torture, which is really admirable......"

The words of the whip-wielding man echoed in the empty workshop, and Yan Qing opened his mouth to say something, but he whipped him in the face and beat him back.

"Don't say yes, I'll see how hard it will be!"

The whipping sound of 'pop', 'pop', 'snap' continued to sound, and two blades were inserted on top of the half-hanging human body, and they were whipped by the leather whip, and the whole body covered with scars swayed convulsively like bacon in the wind.

The white-robed man whipped his body a few more times, then threw the whip to the ground and shook his arms, which were a little sore from too much force.

"Last Chance ......"

"Tell me what you want to know."

The man took out a small iron box from the scattered torture instruments around him, and he unscrewed the buttons, revealing more than a dozen slender steel needles inside.

The tip of the steel needle was quenched by the flames, and it looked blue, giving people a vicious and eerie visual effect.

The white-robed man took out a thick steel needle about ten centimeters long from it, put it in his mouth and licked it deeply, then pulled it out and looked at the light of the skylight, his eyes obsessively watching.

"I ...... I don't know ......."

Yan Qing, who had been beaten and was already unconscious, repeated this sentence boringly, his head drooping, looking like it had been broken.

Hearing this, the white-robed man subconsciously frowned, but in the next second, the corners of his mouth raised, and his index and middle fingers brushed the steel needle in his hand, and then inserted it into the root of Yan Qing's thigh.

"A ......"

In the desolate scream, the man's voice was cold and calm, he counted the numbers lightly, and then twitched a steel needle with his hand, inserting it into the depression of the back joint of Yan Qing's left knee.

"Two ......"

……

When the white-robed man counted the number of steel needles to seventh, a huge thunder and lightning suddenly appeared outside the factory, filling the heavens and the earth with shocking sounds and visual effects.

The vision of the entire factory suddenly turned white in the flash, and when the retina readjusted its focus to depict the environment of the factory, the silhouette of a young slender man was imprinted in vain on the yellowed wall beams of the factory.

The white-robed man was stunned for a moment, his expression changed slightly, and then he changed to a commonplace smiling face. He was originally such a smiling person, and he felt polite when he spoke, but in fact he was hard-hearted and mean-hearted.

"Oh, there are friends from afar, and they are shining."

He turned around and spoke, with a fist in his heart. It's a pity that the young and handsome man opposite is cold and hard, standing straight and straight, and doesn't pay attention to him.

The young man's hair was wet, apparently 'dripping' from the rain outside. His eyebrows were picturesque, wet by the rain at this time, flowing down from the lines of his face, and he looked like he was unprovoked and lonely.

Then the young man's eyes moved, he looked at the sky, raised his hand to look at his watch, and finally looked up at Yan Qing hanging in mid-air......

At this time, Yan Qing, who was tortured and could no longer be in a coma, was also squinting at what was happening in the factory. And when he barely narrowed his swollen eyes into a slit, and in the blurred pupils, the man's figure finally became clear.

"Gintama...... Head?! ”

Yan Qing muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, his lips were chapped, and his voice was extremely low because of the hoarse throat of the previous shout, but at this time, the whole factory was unusually quiet, so what Yan Qing said was barely spread.

"You are the leader of the Black Kamen Mercenary Regiment, the famous Brother Gintamama?!

Sure enough, it's a hero out of a teenager, how about being my little brother, eating big buns for you......"

The man in the white robe straightened up and spoke with a smile, but his hands were unconsciously filled with steel needles between his fingers.

He crossed his hands and leaned against his chest, posed in the famous 'palm needle' starting pose, and strode towards the young man.

And the young man was also walking towards this side, he was unarmed, he had just taken two steps, and his toes just touched a small knife of torture scattered on the ground, and with a slight stroke, the silver blade suddenly bounced off the ground and rolled in the air.

Blades fluttered in the air, and two slender figures walked towards each other, sharp silver needles suddenly came out of their hands, and the figures staggered in the flying light and shadow.

In this chaotic moment, a delicate palm firmly grasped the hilt of the silver knife flying in the air, and then simply slashed horizontally.

With a knife, the human body staggered.

Griffith kept his pace, walked unhurriedly to Yan Qing's feet, and let go of the chains that were wrapped around the other party.

At the same time, behind the big demon, more than a dozen steel needles that were cut or twisted into angles trembled and pierced into the ground, ceiling, and wall at high speed. And the man in the white robe also fell to the ground in vain at this moment, and his body was torn apart from his waist.

With a 'poof', the 'corpse' rolled apart and in two.

The upper part of the white-robed man's body turned with difficulty, he tilted his head to look back, the corners of his mouth hooked as if he was habitually about to put on a smiling face, but in the end his expression was filled with pain, which made him look a little weird.

"Good...... Such a fast sword, worthy of His Excellency Gintama ......"

"But...... The future is long...... There will be a ...... later."

After the man who was beheaded in half said this, he swallowed his breath.

Griffith indifferently put Yan Qing down from the beam, and gradually walked out of the factory room with the other party in his arms.

……

At the same time that the white-robed man 'died', in a five-star high-end hotel in Rongcheng, a man dressed in pure black suddenly opened his eyes.

This person has an ordinary appearance and a mean lip line, and on closer inspection, he is seven or eight points similar to the man in the white robe before.

The man sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, and in front of him was a bubbling incense burner, which made the room look antique.

And on the side of the incense burner, a hand-carved wooden doll somehow split in two from the middle.

The man interrupted his meditation and reached out to pick up the puppet on the table and rubbed it between his fingers. His face was unwavering, just his fingers grinding back and forth at that port.

The door to the interior of the room opened suddenly, and a plump woman dressed only in a light gauze dress slowly walked out of the bathroom with a white towel to clean her hair, her upper limbs raised to make the plump and red on her chest look faint.

The man took advantage of the situation to put the doll into his sleeve, he turned his head and glanced at the woman with a calm face, and slowly lowered his head.

The plump woman walked over from the man in a down-to-earth manner, walked straight to the position close to the bed, and took off the gauze on her body as if no one was around, revealing a snow-white and soft ketone body.

The woman pouted her ass with her back to the man and searched for a moment in the clothes on the bed, then took out a purple-black bra and fastened it on the choppy plump.

"Yamato-kun is still so old-fashioned, he really deserves to be a disciple of Mr. Yukenzhai Liu Bingwei."

The woman passed her panties and reached for a delicately styled miniskirt. She talked while getting dressed, her expression was a little careless, as if she was sighing, and she didn't know whether it meant praise or disapproval.

The man in black sitting among the sandalwood didn't pay attention to the plump woman, he lowered his head and stared intently at the rising haze, the focus of his pupils gradually spreading.

Seeing the man's performance like this, the open, plump and wonderful woman just pouted, which was obviously commonplace.

She put on her high heels, hurriedly smeared her lip liner with lip gloss, and then walked to the door of the room in two steps, picking up the pink designer sachet hanging above the door.

"I have a date tonight, I won't come back to meet, if someone comes to the organization, help me deal with it......"

The plump and fashionable woman with black sunglasses had slammed the door, and her words came from the corridor to the room, faintly, and the last few words seemed to be:

"The little handsome guy in Rongcheng, my sister is here......"