The medicine that cooperates with the cultivation of the Nian Ju Method is available, and the method of cultivation is also familiar with the cultivation method, and everything is ready.

If his guess was correct, and the exercises could really improve his spiritual attributes, then tonight would be his first step towards the Heavenly Rank.

And while Gong Bing was trying to cultivate the Nian Gathering Method, let's temporarily change our field of vision and switch the picture to something else.

Wellington, the capital of Tutland, is thousands of miles away from Greentown.

In a small town like Greentown, with a population of only a few hundred thousand, as long as it is past eleven o'clock in the evening, there will be no more passers-by walking on the rest of the streets except for places such as Pub Street, than wild dogs who come out at night.

The residents here have a good habit of going to bed early and waking up early.

And in Wellington, the capital of a country, let alone 11 o'clock in the evening, 0 o'clock in the morning is the beginning of people's real nightlife.

In this huge city, the skyscrapers seem to rise from the ground, and like a majestic giant, standing silently on the earth.

The high-rise buildings are brightly lit, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Cars crisscross the streets, like meteors dragging dazzling colors, intertwining into the Milky Way across the sky above the dome.

Lively and vibrant, this is a city that never sleeps.

In a corner of the city that never sleeps, in a room with closed curtains, a fat man with long blond hair was sitting in a swivel chair with a black backrest, and the table in front of him was full of books and newspapers spread out.

Through the pale blue light of the lamp, you can see that this bedroom alone is forty or fifty square meters in size, surrounded by bookcases and shelves in addition to the wardrobe, on which rows of books are placed, and there are many posters on the higher walls.

The hustle and bustle outside was blocked by thick glass and curtains, and in the bedroom where no one else was, only the sound of music from the headphones, humming, like the whispers of a dreamman.

At this time, the fat blonde man had a serious expression, staring motionlessly at the books and newspapers on the table.

As you can see from the books that are spread out, there are many more pictures than words on the door, and they are obviously comic books.

However, the colors of these comics are dark and the composition is depressing, and at first glance you know that they are not something that will make people happy to watch.

The fat man habitually pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his gaze moving back and forth between the comics and the newspaper, as if something terrible was about to happen, confirming his suspicions.

As a result, the seriousness on his face grew thicker, and with it, a cloud of worry loomed over him.

He looked up at a picture frame on the table, and in the frame was a picture of two young men, one tall and gentle and kind, the other round and plump with a bright smile.

"Are these all coincidences?"

"But why is it such a coincidence?"

"Maybe I scared myself, I shouldn't be so nervous, but ......"

The fat man looked at the group photo in the photo, and a man muttered to himself.

After a long time, the fat man finally made a decision, he got up from his chair, lifted the comic newspaper on the table, picked up the buried mobile phone and immediately dialed it.

At this moment, the newspaper cartoons that had been lifted fell on the wooden floor with a thud, and the last page of the cartoon pressed on top was exposed.

There are two drawings on the last page.

In the first picture, it's dark, and a figure in a cap is standing in the backlight, his face blurred, except for a pair of white eyes that are particularly clear, staring at you deadly.

In the second picture, a woman in a green dress is lying on her back in a pool of blood, her eyes are blank and motionless, and there is a horizontal crack in her head, slowly flowing outward, converging with the scarlet beneath her.

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Meanwhile, in a corner of the city, there is a dimly lit bar at the end of a deep alley.

The bar is so low-key that it doesn't even have a façade entrance, but to many in the know, it's an unwritten off-limits.

Here, many people stay away, many people look angrily, but many more people yearn for it.

The bar hall with ordinary decoration is only more than 200 square meters, and the light is dimer than that of ordinary bars.

There was no deafening music, no profligate customers, and no scantily clad women.

Although it is quiet, it gives people an inexplicable sense of depression.

In the hall with only twenty or so small round tables, there were only three or four guests pouring themselves drinks and talking in whispers.

Beyond the hall and the box at the back, there is a secret room deep in the bar, with an iron door on the wall that leads to the underground.

At this time, two burly men were bored at the door.

Among them, a dark-skinned man opened his mouth and asked his companions beside him: "Hey, Tiger Head, I said that it is only a few days before the end of the year, why did the boss suddenly call back the leaders of the following districts this time?" Is the end of the year for our Black Sun Gang to be brought forward? Do you know what's going on? ”

"Who knows, maybe there's a big deal." The big man, known as the tiger's head, looked extremely fierce with his bare neck and a tiger's head tattooed on his chest, and he replied nonchalantly while playing with his pistol.

"Don't know? Hehe, I'll tell you, I know what it's for. The black man lowered his voice, and there was smugness in his laughter.

The tiger head, who knew his companion's personality quite well, glanced at the other party and didn't answer, he knew that the other party would definitely talk to himself.

Sure enough, in less than two seconds, the black man's voice came again.

"The day before yesterday in the bar, I saw the boss meet a man in a suit at Black Four, and the man gave him a suitcase, about the size of this size." The black man gestured as he spoke: "Looking at the boss's cautious appearance, the suitcase must be very important, I guess, tonight's meeting must be inseparable from this suitcase." ”

Seeing that the tiger head was silent, the black man was still bowing his head and playing with the pistol, and he was not annoyed and continued.

"Guess who that man in a suit is? I don't know, but I guess he's ......" The black man pointed upwards with his finger.

"What do you mean......" Seeing the gesture of the black man, the tiger head finally couldn't help but ask: "It's those ...... with devil blood"

"Hehe, that's right, it's those who have demonic blood in their veins, but they usually like to call themselves the Awakened."

"Then this time......" Tiger Head was about to say something, when he suddenly saw someone push the door and walk in.

"Ah, Brother Bloody Hand, you... You're here! After seeing who it was, the tiger head and the black man seemed to have a spring under their buttocks, and suddenly jumped up from their chairs and stood up straight, and greeted each other loudly.

The man was tall and sturdy, with a red shirt and black trousers, a long black trench coat draped over it, and half of his face was covered by long hair.

"Are you all here?" Bloody hands glanced at the two of them.

"To... It's all there! It's all here! The boss is already waiting below, and you're the only one left. The black man replied flatteringly.

The tiger head also nodded desperately on the side, and at the same time reached out to open the iron door of the secret room.

Bloody Hand nodded, and walked directly past them towards the iron gate, but just as he passed them, Bloody Hand stopped.

"The Boss put you here to guard the gates, not for you to gossip and chew your tongues, you know? Maybe you think your tongue is flustered? The bloody hand left a word softly, and walked in without looking back.

"Yes, yes, we get it." The two of them turned pale with all their faces, and they hurriedly bent down and bowed desperately towards the doorway, for fear that the other party would put the warning into action.

The figure of the Bloody Hand had disappeared into the passage behind the iron gate, but the two of them remained in a bowing posture for a long time.

As the old men of the Black Sun Gang, they know the character of this big brother very well.

Eccentric, moody, and murderous, even if they are brothers in the same gang, as long as the other party can't see it, they won't let it go, and they don't care about brotherhood at all.

People are like their names, bloody hands, bloody hands, blood-stained hands, not real names are like real names, and a piece of fresh life piles up its prestige, and the meaning it represents is even more self-evident.

At the end of the passage was the same secret room, which was already full of people when the bloody hand stepped through the door.

A long table was placed in the center of the room, and a dozen men and women sat around the table, their expressions and dresses different, and they knew at a glance that they were not good men and women.

Originally, they exchanged heads and whispered in pairs and threes, but when they saw the bloody hands walking in from the passage, they all closed their mouths together.

The atmosphere was like a valve that was suddenly blocked, and the room suddenly became oppressive, and it was easy to see that they were very jealous of bloody hands.

"Hahaha, you're late again, bloody hand, we've been waiting for you for a while."

At this moment, a hearty voice sounded at the end of the secret room, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere like a sharp sword.

The man who spoke looked like he was in his fifties, with a pair of suit pants and an ordinary white shirt on his upper body, because the man's muscles were abnormally developed, and the white shirt was tightly stretched by him, as if it would be broken at any time.

His short gray hair looked very energetic, and there were some traces of time on his face, but what attracted the most attention was his eyes, which were full of cruel blood, which made people shudder.

"I'm sorry Boss Xiong, I was just delayed a little time, but it's all been dealt with." Bloody Hand replied calmly.

"Will Axe?"

Bloody Hand nodded.

"It's good to get there, those are all trivial things, come here, hurry up and sit here." The middle-aged man known as Boss Xiong nodded, pointing to the empty chair on his left and said.