Tick, tick, golden raindrops fell into the heart lake and poured on an inch of void lotus.

Boom, boom, cold ice rain fell on Tokyo, dripping in the bleak night.

A dark alley littered with garbage and a foul smell.

Boom!

A man burst out of the small door on the side. He panicked and staggered. He looked left and right with fear on his face as he ran as he scrambled.

Inferior leather shoes were splashing in the water, and cheap suits were soaked in the rain, and he had completely ignored them.

Someone, chasing him.

In the alley behind him, under the dense neon, in the cold wind scraping bones, like a ghost, silently and ruthlessly tracking him, ready to tear him to pieces.

"Don't, don't look for me, don't look for me......" The man ran in a panic, and suddenly his feet slipped, and he rolled in the sewage with a bang, and his head hit the garbage can, embarrassed.

But he didn't have time to tidy up, so he got up with his hands and feet and continued to run away in a panic.

In the darkness behind, it seemed that footsteps were heard, unhurried and murderous.

"No, it's none of my business, it's none of my business!!"

The man shouted in Japanese, threw several empty bottles into the darkness like crazy, and continued to flee in terror to the sound of the tinkling of bottles and cans.

He fled.

Then run away.

From alleys to streets, from silent and uninhabited to crowded places. Coming to the crowd, the man subconsciously felt a little safe. But his panicked gaze swept over the crowd, and suddenly he saw a figure behind the crowd.

The man, dressed in a black leather coat, walked towards him unhurriedly, with a solemn murderous aura.

"Ah——!h The man screamed, pushed away the crowd in horror, and continued to flee forward.

He ran and ran, I don't know how long.

He ran on foot, he grabbed a motorcycle, he crashed it on the side of the road, and continued on foot. The scene around him was constantly changing, but the black figure, which seemed to never change, hung unhurriedly around him, hunting with great patience, as if it were ...... Wolf.

Yes, it's a wolf.

The wolf is a group action, that black figure, no, to be precise, that group of black figures, is also a group action.

They are like wolves, alternately driving away the embarrassed man, making him dizzy, making him at a loss, so that he can only subconsciously run away in the direction he thinks is safe.

In the end, he fled to an old factory.

When the man rushed into the factory gate in a panic, he suddenly stopped, his face pale with extreme fear.

This plant, he knows.

A lot of people know about it.

This is the battlefield of the great revival and extermination of the new rebellion.

And now, in the small square in the middle of the factory, in the middle of the old rusty but majestic industrial pipeline, someone is eating.

It's raining, and it's raining with umbrellas. A large tent umbrella props up a dry area with a large dining table. There was a man eating at the table, this man was tall and looked calm. In the shadows under the tent, like the deadly Hades.

There were men in black standing around him, and these murderous men in black were enough to attract attention wherever they appeared, but now, in front of the person who was eating, they seemed insignificant.

Boom, the factory gate closed behind him.

The man in the suit shuddered and turned around suddenly, only to see a sturdy man braving the rain and walking from the direction of the factory gate.

"If you dare to betray my brother, I'll kill you!" The strong man roared angrily and pounced fiercely. He didn't use any weapons, he just punched and kicked the man in the suit. The man in the suit was thrown into the rain as soon as he looked at his face, and then he was grabbed by the collar and hit him with a heavy fist on his head and face.

"Ah——! Not ——! It's none of my business——! It's nothing to do with me——! The man in the suit howled, but to no avail. The furious sturdy man pressed him into the rain and beat him continuously, angrily swinging his fist and throwing up a string of splashes, and in the blink of an eye, the skin of the man in the suit was opened, and the blood overflowed in the rain.

"Big brother." A shiny boy walked up to the man who was eating and whispered, "Ready." ”

"Hmm." The eating man nodded.

Liang Zai beckoned, and immediately several people in black walked briskly with dinner plates. The silver plate is placed on the large table, and when the silver lid is lifted, there is a delicious food with all colors and flavors, and the aroma is exuding in the cold wind. And such a large number of delicacies disappeared in pieces in the mouth of the living Hades, and he alone ate the amount of several people.

Bang, the beating on the other side is coming to an end.

The man in the suit had a bloody face, swollen eyelids, broken teeth, and struggled to crawl in the cold rain. He slowly climbed to the front of the tent, tried to kneel down to the king of Hades, who was eating, and said in Mandarin with difficulty: "Your ...... Brother Zun...... It's none of my business, Brother Zun......"

"It's none of your business?" The beautiful boy next to him immediately laughed: "Are you stupid when we are selling our dad and being kidnapped in your casino, why did Xin Zhengyi find your door so accurately?" And a big living person was kidnapped from your yard, there was no warning beforehand, and there was no news afterwards, you dare to say that it is none of your business? ”

When the sturdy man next to him heard the name of his father, his face became even more angry, and he raised his foot and stomped on the man in the suit, eager to stomp him to death directly.

Then, the big man who was eating put the chopsticks down.

Boom, there was a sound, and the sturdy man stopped.

The pretty boy is a rotten boy flying, the strong man is irritable D, and this living king of Hell who eats is Heizun.

Looking at the man in the suit, Heizun wiped his mouth and spoke: "Kawamoto-san, today is the beauty of heaven." The same weather, the same place, gave me the opportunity to do the same thing. ”

What's up?

The man in the suit instinctively felt that it was not good, but before he could speak, the men in black around him had already rushed up to set him up. Drip, drip, drip, it's the sound of a car. There was a light shining through the rain curtain, it was a pot cake, and he drove a forklift, and the forklift carried an iron shelf.

The man in black slammed the man in the suit against the iron shelf, and then locked all his hands and feet with a click, firmly fixed to death.

Kurozun reached under the table, and when he raised his hand again, he had already grabbed a katana in his hand.

Oh, the flick knife is out of the sheath, the lines on the knife body are like, and there are some dark purple patterns, it is a good knife.

And when Heizun held the handle of the knife and came with the knife, the boundless power pressed on the heart of the man in the suit like a sky collapse. The man in the suit had a frightened expression, and he had already begun to tremble with fear, only to feel that the legend of the person in front of him was not only exaggerated, but also far less than one-tenth of the real one.

This Heizun is not a human, he is a demon, he is a ghost!

"The Black Samurai said he was good at swordsmanship, but in fact, mine was far better than his. Let's use the same knife to do the same thing. As soon as the words fell, a knife stabbed, as fast as lightning, and stabbed the man in the suit directly with a snort. Then he drew the knife, and blood flowed out of the wound.

Heizun swung his knife and shook off the remnants of the blade, and put the knife into the sheath. He looked at the man in the suit, and his voice was flat and oppressive: "If you say it's none of your business, then tell me whose business it is." From now to the rescue limit, you still have four minutes and fifty seconds, cherish the rest of your life. ”

Boom, a clock with a countdown is snapped on the table.

Bang, the pot cake slapped the button, and the man in the suit was picked up by the forklift.

"Brother Zun! Spare me, I don't dare to say it, I really don't dare to say it——! ”

The mournful howl echoed through the wind and rain, reflecting the chaotic undertones of Tokyo.