The man in the suit, a little annoyed.

His whip whipped at the body of the person below, listening to the sound of comfort and pain, and his tense face showed a slightly happy expression.

The young man, who had just become his servant, was completely lifeless at this time, and his body was covered with dust as if it were sticking to his skin, and he was tied by the man in the suit with a hemp rope to the neck of the man who was the "hind limb" of his mount, and was dragged to the ground like a small tail, and landed at the rear.

He was a little helpless, this arrangement gave the people below a task to show their own quirks, how did it lead to such a big incident, and also led to the investigator of the Abnormal Crime Handling Bureau.

Even the "smoker" was dispatched, which is really a bit strange.

It seems that everyone is a pawn, and someone is secretly controlling everything.

But who is the chess player?

The man in the suit, holding his chin with one hand, shaking the red wine glass with the other, closed his eyes and thought.

The behemoth walked on the deserted streets in the early hours of the morning, making the sound of iron hooves stomping on the ground.

"Da, da, da."

At the other end of the street, there were four people, waiting for the arrival of the behemoth.

Three men and one woman, each with an unusually cold expression.

A silver-haired man, leaning half-leaning against the wall, had a serious expression and a faint aura of danger.

He seemed to be angry.

A man dressed in colorful and very ostentatious clothes was staring at the silver-haired man with his triangular eyes, mockingly, and occasionally chuckling.

Not far away, a thin man dressed in a cargo suit, wearing headphones, was enjoying music.

In his mouth, he also hummed from time to time.

A woman holding a black umbrella with lace trim, a long black skirt, and black leather shoes.

If it weren't for the sickly white, exposed skin that was very conspicuous, her black dress would have completely blended into the night, and it was difficult for people to see.

"Have you laughed enough, no Gu Bing? Laugh again, and I'll pull your teeth out one by one. ”

Liu Liang glared at the pompously dressed man beside him, a little unhappy.

"Hehehehe, come on, it's best to uproot the kind, and shake it when you pull it out, so that the end nerve is going to be broken, and the pain is obvious!"

Gu Bing continued to stare at Liu Liang with those triangular eyes, smiling even more.

There were also two tear moles under his left eye, which shook the skin on his face, and from time to time he covered his mouth with his black-gloved hand.

Laughter, but only increasing.

Liu Liang's right hand immediately ignited a scorching flame, and before he could make a move, he saw a colorful butterfly flapping its wings on his shoulder.

Just as the two were confronting each other, the man wearing headphones suddenly stared at the corner in front of him.

"He's here, why won't he be late."

"It's a little later, it's exactly three o'clock."

The man wearing headphones showed a slightly painful look on his face, and he spoke very peculiarly, after saying a sentence, he stayed for a few seconds, and then moved on to the next sentence, and the number of words in each sentence was exactly ten words.

Liu Liang put away the flame burning in his hand.

Gu Bing no longer laughed, and the flower butterfly that flapped its wings disappeared in the night as if it had never appeared.

"Da, da, da."

In the darkness, the sound of iron hooves trampling continued, as if someone was walking down the street on horseback in the middle of the morning.

The figure of the man in the suit swayed out of the shadows, and he also happened to spot the four men waiting for him around the corner.

It's impossible to escape.

The presence of these four people here means that there is no possibility of escape tonight except for a fight against the water.

The man in the suit stood up, clenched the handle of the leather whip in his hand, and continued to speak lightly with a domineering momentum: "Why, not to mention robbing my territory, you still have to come to kill them all?" ”

A few years ago, he was the out-of-control man in Heron Island City, occupying one-third of the city's territory and having nearly a thousand servants.

In less than a year, the investigators of the Processing Bureau had drastically reduced his number to less than one-tenth of his original size.

He fled everywhere and finally managed to keep his territory, but less than a month ago, he was forcibly taken away by a small group that appeared inexplicably.

And this small group that took away his territory is the four people in front of him.

It was the A-class runaway led by the four, who climbed to the position of manager less than a month after joining the "Bronze Tree" organization.

"Fire Sacrificer", Liu Liang!

In fact, before the change, when Liu Liang saw the man in the suit, a hearty smile would immediately appear on his face, and then he waved friendly and said hello to the other party.

It's like meeting a kind old friend.

This is his usual style, because every time he sees Fang Zhe, he greets him like this.

Liu Liang felt that every time he did this, it was as if the person who was waiting every time was Fang Zhe.

But this time, he didn't come as he was used to, because he heard the miserable wail that sounded in the distance, and that voice was made by Fang Zhe.

With Liu Liang's understanding of Fang Zhe, he knew that this wail was mostly faked, because Fang Zhe was very arrogant in his bones, so he would not let out such a miserable scream.

However, when he thought that Fang Zhe was facing the "knight" in front of him, he shouted out such words.

Liu Liang had a nameless fire burning in his heart.

Even if there was no Fang Zhe's screams, this "knight" would have been burned to ashes tonight.

Fang Zhe's scream, at most, added a flavor to tonight's operation.

will make this "knight" burn to the point that there is no slag left.

No excessive words, no verbal wars with each other.

Liu Liang just moved his two thin red lips slightly: "Action." ”

Gu Bing and the man wearing the headphones disappeared in an instant, running towards the "knight".

"B-class runaway, 'Digital Maniac' An Jing!"

"A-class runaway, 'Flower Butterfly' Gu Bing!"

The man's facial features were twisted together with anger, and he knew the code names and danger levels of these people, because the crimes committed by these people were more appalling than the other.

For example, this B-class runaway An Jing, he likes to write a number on the card, and then give the opponent a range, forcing the opponent to guess, as if he is playing a "number bomb".

It's just that the person who guessed the number will really explode in his body.

The danger level of the runaway is not the same as the strength of the runaway, the danger level is considered from many factors, just like the reason why An Jing is a B-level runaway is only because the number of people he plays each game is a specific number, and there are few large-scale casualties.

What's more, unlike Gu Bing, he will make what he does public.

Therefore, the danger level he was defined was lower than Gu Bing's, but it definitely did not mean that there was a gap in the strength of these two people.

These two people are, in a sense, equally dangerous and terrifying.

The man in the suit held a leather whip in his hand and hit Gu Bing, and Gu Bing, who was running, did not dodge, and let the whip whip hit him.

Then, I saw that Gu Bing's body turned into a colorful butterfly flying in the sky, beautiful and weird.

Those beautiful butterflies flapping their wings flew towards the man in the suit.

Several whips whipped rapidly in mid-air, like black lightning, and each time a butterfly was hit, a brilliant colored powder slowly dispersed.

The colored powders collided together, causing a series of explosions in the air.

Although the man in the suit danced the whip very hard, there were still several butterflies that stayed on his body.

Reaching out and touching it, it went straight through.

"Vision?"

Just as the man in the suit was stunned, An Jing, who was wearing headphones, had already rushed to the behemoth, and a slave who was kneeling suddenly got up and pounced on An Jing.

An Jing turned around and dodged, grabbed the slave's hair, put his head close to the other party's ear and whispered, "One to ten, guess the number?" Hurry up and guess. ”

The slave's hair was pulled like this, and instead of wailing, his face was filled with happiness and enjoyment.

An Jing was a little disgusted, and directly made the other party's neck make a crisp bone sound, and the slave's head rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and the skin on the neck overlapped one by one, and fell down like this.

"It's disgusting, it's disgusting!"

Then, he counted the behemoths in front of him that happened to be made up of ten people, and a crazy, expectant smile appeared on An Jing's face.

"These ten, no, the remaining nine!"

"It's all my prey, don't rob anyone!"

Several small explosions continued to sound.

The battle lasted very short, and in less than five minutes, the man in the suit was already covered in blood, his steps were a little staggering, and he couldn't stand steadily.

He had a sneer on his face: "The Bronze Tree Organization, that's it, it's just like that, and it takes four people to deal with me." ”

As soon as the words fell, a blue butterfly that stopped on his shoulder immediately emitted a dazzling light, and then exploded directly.

The flesh and blood on the shoulder of the man in the suit was immediately blown away, and only the remaining part of the burnt part was bubbling with a trace of heat and fragrance.

He staggered and took a few steps back, but he immediately stood firm, still with a terrible sneer on his face.

Gu Bing looked at the man in the suit with his triangular eyes with great interest, covering his mouth and snickering.

On the side, An Jing, who was sitting on ten corpses, turned the music volume to the number "ten", put on headphones and enjoyed the beautiful music, what would happen next, he was not interested at all.

Liu Liang walked indifferently in front of the man in the suit and said, "You think too much, they just have itchy hands, to deal with you, any one of the four of us can do it." ”

The flames, ignition, became more and more vigorous, the surrounding temperature became higher and higher, and the light became more and more dazzling.

Yin Yangyang held the black umbrella and silently retreated into the distance.

Gu Bing covered his mouth and snickered as he ran away quickly.

Only An Jing, who had been listening to the music with his eyes closed and sitting on top of ten corpses stacked on top of each other, did not notice it, and he was still swinging his legs to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, feeling the continuous heat wave, he immediately opened his eyes, immediately jumped off the corpse, and shouted as he ran: "Why didn't anyone call me, Liu Liang was angry!" ”

Looking at the scorching fireball held high by Liu Liang, it was like holding the sun.

The streets around it, which were already dark, lit up in an instant.

The man in the suit swallowed his saliva, I don't know if it was because the surrounding temperature was too high, which caused the water to lose very quickly, or because he was afraid in his heart.

He no longer has the domineering appearance he used to have, nor does he have the eyes that look at everything.

Liu Liang's appearance at this time was like the god of judgment coming into the world, and the fireball he held high was like a divine punishment.

Even though he could pretend not to be afraid of death before, the man in the suit was beating uneasily in his heart now.

These people just don't cry when they don't see the coffin, if you don't touch his bottom line, he will never be convinced.

In fact, to be precise, An Jing only solved the ten people who made up the indescribable object, and it was Gu Bing who really beat the man in the suit into this miserable picture.

So the man in the suit still had a trace of luck in his heart at first, he felt that these four people should not be wiped out, but just wanted to get something from him, for example, his servants?

Like, what he tried to create, how many of them, the ones who lost control?

It wasn't until he saw the huge fireball held high by Liu Liang that his fear spread all over his body, and the original trace of luck was evaporated by the high temperature.

The man in the suit trembled, covered his injured shoulder with one hand, and begged for mercy: "I will give you all the territory, and my slaves can also give it to you, I can even leave Ludao City and never appear in front of you." Leave me alone, don't kill me, I don't want to die yet! ”

He is really panicked, he has always liked to be above the pain of others, the so-called "knight", after all, he is also a person who is afraid of death.

Liu Liang held the huge hot fireball high and stood up, the hearty smile appeared on his face, which looked so sacred under the light of the fireball.

"Okay, I can let you go, but begging for mercy requires an attitude of begging for mercy."

"Get on your knees."