At midnight, the street that had been noisy for a day finally quieted down at this time, and the dim and idle street lamps set off the dark street, which seemed peaceful and peaceful.

Tucked away in a dark alley, a bar with a shiny neon sign.

At this time, there was still a noisy crowd gathered at the door. Maybe I drank too much alcohol today, or maybe I smoked something I shouldn't have sucked. Anyway, several people shouted loudly with more excitement than normal, as if they were afraid that their companions would not hear.

In the bar, on the dance floor with the lights on, crazy people tear off the veil of hypocrisy of the day, revealing the wildness hidden deep in their hearts. Twisting his body desperately, trying his best to attract the attention of others, as if he had become the focus of attention, he was the king of the world.

On the second floor, there is a row of exclusive and luxurious private rooms. At the door of the luxurious presidential suite, his hands were crossed in front of him, and two bodyguards stood with a gleam in his eyes, but they didn't move at all.

Only when they see the beauties who occasionally pass by the door, will there be a hint of evil smile on their frosty and snowy faces that have not melted for thousands of years.

"Louie, it's very unorthodox for you to do this. I did all the drugs on this street, and no other gang ever intervened. Do you want to jump in and stir things up with our own people? The fat black man with a huge gold chain, with a cigar in his hand, roared at the blonde man in front of him like a scold, and his black face trembled with anger.

The blonde Louis leaned out of the deep couch, and the puff of smoke from his mouth was already spraying the fat black man's face. The unprepared black boss coughed violently, and Louie's freckled face burst out laughing.

"William, I'm not afraid to sue you. You are old, in the current world, whoever has the strength is on it. If I hadn't seen the face of your seniors, I would have killed you a long time ago, and it would have been your turn to teach me a lesson today? Louis gestured wildly in front of William's eyes, and on several occasions even poked the black man's oily and stunned face.

No matter how good his cultivation is, William is angry, and his black face is faintly purple, and his chest is lying together, proving that he is extremely suppressing his feelings.

"Louie, one last warning to you. Everyone is a gang, and I will give you one last chance to return to your territory honestly, and I have never happened today. If you think I'm a bully, Huh! You're going to be out of luck! William was already shaking his chaff, evidently in his extreme patience with his words.

Louis pretended to be terrified and said, "Really? Then please make me unlucky! I'd love to see what else you old fellow can do? You are going to invite the president now, he won't give me face, I will even him. Haha, you old guys, let's go back and find a girl to breastfeed, and you can delay your life for a few more years. Let's see how I rise! ”

Looking at Louis, who was smug and laughing arrogantly, William stood up suddenly. With the two bodyguards behind him, he also took a step forward.

It's been 40 years since I debuted, and from the age of 12 to now, no one dares not to take myself seriously. Today, he has to be treated like this by this junior boy, and the anger in his heart is about to burst out.

"What? Do you want to make trouble? Although this is your bar, as long as I wave my hand, I will immediately take you with this place and turn you all into ashes, hahahaha. Louis glared fiercely at William, wondering if he had the guts to fight with himself.

The two glared at each other like this, and after a long moment, William sighed. With a look of mourning on his face, he said, "Boy, you can't seize the last chance." Drink, drink more, it's too late. ”

In Louie's contemptuous and mocking eyes, William sighed silently and silently withdrew from the private room with his two bodyguards, leaving only Louis with a mocking face.

"These old guys are just so desperate to save face. I must take over the rights of the gang, and I will never get ahead of this old gang. Louis thought viciously, after going out from here, he must kill the elders of these gangs, in case he has too many dreams at night and spoils his own big things.

Pick up the wine glass in front of you and happily look out the window at the dance floor. There were a few chicks who were about to show their normal boobs writhing wildly, which made Louie look at his body excitedly.

The lights flickered, and the whole room was plunged into endless darkness. Louis was taken aback, stood up and shouted, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Is there a power outage in this damn place? ”

But after shouting several times, no one paid attention to him, and even the bodyguards behind him seemed to merge with the darkness at that moment. He disappeared into thin air, only the constant noise on the dance floor downstairs told him, and only he fell into darkness.

Louis shouted the name of the bodyguard in panic, thinking that it might be that the dance floor was too loud for the bodyguard to hear. But what answered him coldly was only endless darkness. And also! A cold dagger that appeared out of thin air in front of his neck, shining with cold light!

"Ahh As if he had seen the devil of hell, Louis was no longer screaming in a human voice.

The cold light penetrated into the depths of his heart, and even the flowing blood seemed to freeze, and he shivered with cold up and down his body.

A big hand was gently placed on Louie's shoulder, although it was endless darkness, Louis could clearly feel that there was still warm blood from the bodyguards on that big hand. At this moment, the Buddha is about to flow into his body, constantly burrowing into his clothes.

With endless begging, Louis trembled and said, "Ghost, ghost hand, yes, yes, is it you?" Let me go, you, whatever you want, I'll give it to you. Money, money, you want, how much you want. ”

The person known as the Ghost Hand seemed to be lost in thought and did not speak for a long time. Louis seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness and rekindled hope for life.

The voice of the ghostly hand was the same as that of his people, like a terrible ghost suddenly emerging from hell, and the gloomy voice reached Louis's ears: "Big William asked me to sue you, I asked for your head, and all you have is mine." ”

Louie's mouth opened wide in horror, and he was about to say something. Suddenly, there was a slight sound like a cracked cloth in his ears, and a chill surged through his neck all over his body, and a warm liquid broke out of the skin, forming a huge bloody ** painting on the opposite wall. On the front side of death, Louie, who was staring closely at this bloody case, actually felt extremely beautiful.

Louis clutched his bloodied neck, naively trying to keep the blood in front of his hand.

But this qiē was already in vain, and he wanted to see what the person known as the ghost hand looked like one last time. But after groping for a long time, I found nothing.

With horror and regret, Peng Tong said, and the sinful body could not sleep forever.

Pop, the ghost hand slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and comfortably spit out smoke rings. Then I watched them slowly drift towards the street lamp on the top.

Suddenly, the ghost hand suddenly turned around at an astonishing speed, and casually threw out the two throwing knives he carried with him, shooting towards the shadows in the darkness behind him.

There were two muffled bangs, indicating that the knife had touched something. But the face of the ghost hand became even more gloomy, and his eyes stared at the shadows in the darkness for a moment.

"Good means, how do you know I'm here." Matsumoto walked out of the darkness smiling, holding a black leather bag in his hand. At this time, two trembling flying knives were still shaking, and they were inserted into it.

"It's you, it's been a long time. Why follow me? "The person who came was the son of Ichiro Matsumoto, who is now the head of the new generation of the Matsumoto family. Ghost Hand exhaled, relaxed, and silently smoked again.

"I came to you because I need you, and I want your help." Matsumoto walked over to Onihand, lit a cigarette as well, and smoked quietly, but his eyes looked at him without blinking.

Ghost Hand smiled indifferently, his face full of vicissitudes and indifference: "Ten years ago, I was no longer a member of your Matsumoto family, although your father was very good to me, but I won't go with you, I have my own life." ”

"Your life? Do you want to be a stream Lang killer forever? For the sake of this group of underworld gangsters, drug dealers serve? Is this what you, the ninja offspring, are going to do? Matsumoto almost yelled at him.

The ghost hand still had that expression, looked tepidly at Matsumoto, who looked excited, and said lightly: "Pursuit? Do I still have pursuits? In my life, there is only a silent countdown. Wait for death! Perhaps, this is what he wants to see the most. ”

"You are wrong, you will never understand your father's mind. You are his favorite son, and he kicked you out to protect you from the curse of a ninja. He wants you to live a healthy and happy life, but you have been holding a grudge until now, which is really chilling. Matsumoto shook his head with a wry smile, regretting the misunderstanding of the ghost hands.

The ghost hand was stunned, obviously not expecting Matsumoto to sue him for this. When he failed an assassination mission and led the death of two of his fellow ninja companions, his father, Oninomaru, drove him out of the house in a fit of rage and deprived him of his ninja status forever.

This is unacceptable to the ghost hand who regards the profession of ninja as his life.,I've always thought that my father's behavior is too extreme.,No matter how you can't deprive yourself of your rights as a ninja.。

In the end, the father and son turned against each other and ran away from home. And when Old Matsumoto sent someone to find him, it was already too late.

Helpless, the ghost hand can only wander in the rivers and lakes, and has relied on killing people to make a living for many years. But his superb killing skills have left him a place in the killer world, and he has been called a ghost killer since he disappeared without a trace.

Now that he heard the truth of what happened back then, Ghost Hand was stunned and didn't know how to feel, but time has passed for so long, no matter what, there is no going back.

He shook his head and said lightly: "Even so, but I am no longer the original me, I'm afraid, for the rest of the time, I can only be accompanied by darkness." Matsumoto threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, which was almost burning to the buttocks, watched it streak across the sky with a whirlpool, bringing up a yellow arc, and said softly: "I just wanted to come to sue you, I need you, I want your help, I live in the hotel around the corner in front, you know how to find me, if you figure it out, I will wait for you until tomorrow morning." ”

Returning the knife stuck in the purse to the expressionless ghost hand, Matsumoto turned around and left. Suddenly, he stopped again.

Without turning his head, Matsumoto said lightly: "I forgot to tell you something, your father Oni no Maru." My father and I are dead, and it was the same person who killed them, and your father was protecting my father temporarily, and I don't know what they were thinking at the time. What would you think if you see you now? ”

Leaving no one below, the ghost hand that had fallen to his knees and gasped for breath, Matsumoto didn't look back, and disappeared into the darkness. Only the ghost hands that wept silently remained, still kneeling quietly in place.

It was still very dark, and Matsumoto looked at his watch. Soon, it was about to dawn, and he was a little worried about whether the ghost hand would come after all, if he still had a little nostalgia for the past.

I poured a glass of wine, picked it up gently, raised my head and drank it all.

As if sensing something, Matsumoto smiled slightly, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said softly, "You're here!" ”

"Who is it?" The ghost hand really looked like a ghost, and suddenly appeared from the balcony, and his face was so distorted that he couldn't make out the original appearance. At the moment, there is only impatience and anger.

"Are you coming with me?" Matsumoto asked.

"The ends of the earth!" Ghost Hand said firmly.

"Good! With you, I'm more sure! Matsumoto said with relief.

"Who is it?" Ghost Hand asked again.

"Don't worry, it's not time yet, when the time comes, none of them will be able to escape." Matsumoto gritted his teeth and looked deeply to the far east.