When they saw the back of "Black Blood" standing in front of another safe, smashing the cabinet one by one, they stopped talking for a moment.

"Go, go to the third floor and invite Brother Wang Hu."

The also organic spirit person had already rushed to the third floor and knocked on the room of Wang Hu's box.

"Brother Wang Hu, are you there?"

The people who do things here know that Brother Wang Hu has the best temper and has a lot of jurisdiction, so he is the first to go to him when he encounters something, which is right.

However, the people in charge had already gathered on the third floor and knocked on the door for a long time, but they did not get any response from the box.

"Has Brother Wang Hu ever come out?" Someone asked the thug who was guarding the door.

The thug thought for a moment and replied very seriously: "No." Not long ago, the black-blooded brother went in to look for him. ”

After hearing this, the faces of several people suddenly changed: "It's not good! ”

"Brother Wang Hu, there is an emergency, we pushed the door and came in!"

They didn't care about the scruples, pushed open the door of the room and walked into the box. They were greeted by a room with a room full of terrible smell of blood, and Wang Hu who fell in the corner of the wall and did not blink.

Someone threw up on the spot. Someone turned their head and took out the walkie-talkie, not knowing who they were talking to.

"Something happened, it's going to change."

Half an hour later, the thugs pushed open the rooms of the bigwigs one by one, and they didn't bother to knock on the door. Correspondingly, the robbery of the "black blood" downstairs has become an inconsequential trifle.

It was finally confirmed that the overlord of the underworld around the space city in the past, Beishe, and the thirty-two high-ranking big brothers were all killed in the box of their own territory.

What Mu Yang didn't know was that less than an hour after he left after the robbery, the entire Yellow Light District had changed. Many of the original security personnel and the person in charge went crazy and stole themselves, grabbing the remaining valuables. By the time the Anti-Crisis Section arrived an hour later, the yellow light area had been emptied.

No one will pay them anymore, and they don't need to work for anyone.

……

After smashing a safe, Mu Yang accidentally found a palm-sized bottle in the corner of the room, filled with green liquid. He took it out and put it in the light to look at it, and there was a small label attached to the mouth of the bottle:

There are three types of frog blood.

It seems that Mr. K has kept his promise and gone to find a banned drug for himself.

Later, under the instructions of the Black Gold Group, he temporarily changed his mind and decided to kill himself.

But even so, it still didn't change Muyang's idea of revenge.

The rules are there, and if you break him, you will have to bear the price of the destruction.

Mu Yang put the coveted potion in his pocket, holding a full snakeskin bag in one hand and a shotgun in the other, and kept dropping too many banknotes all the way to fit it, and swaggered out of the yellow light area in front of everyone.

Outside the door was a second-hand van that had been prepared for a long time, and he opened the rear door, threw the shotgun and the snakeskin bag full of money inside, returned to the front door, lit the engine and stepped on the accelerator. In a roar, soon a puff of smoke ran away.

At this time, if someone chased him outside, picked up a gun and shot at the tires of the van, Mu Yang, who was sitting in the car, had no way at all. It's just that at this time, the entire Yellow Light District has become a hell, and no one has time to take care of this "black blood".

……

Mr. K learned the news at three o'clock in the morning.

When he received it, he clearly saw feathers floating up in front of him, flying against the wind. It was so mysterious, and the whole world became unreal before his eyes. The only thing he did was to sit quietly on the bed and listen to the other side of the phone report to him little by little about what was happening in the yellow light district.

Black Blood Robbery.

Thirty-two eldest brothers were inexplicably killed in their own rooms.

All guests were scared away.

The rest of his men scattered as birds and beasts.

The safe suffered heavy losses.

The Anti-Crisis Section seized the entire site.

Every piece of news came to him like a bombshell*. But the strange thing is that when these messages appeared together, Mr. K felt relieved, and even had a strange feeling that the burden of many years had finally been lifted and relieved.

"I see." Mr. K put down the phone, moved to the bedside, turned on the lamp, took out the phone book, rummaged through the big people on it, and called them one by one.

The new bedmate who was sleeping next to the bed was woken up, it was a beautiful girl under the age of eighteen, who opened her eyes and slowly groped her way up from the bed, and asked with a confused face, "What's wrong?" ……”

"It's nothing, I'm going to make a few phone calls." Mr. K calmly turned off the lamp, "Don't make you sleep, you still have class tomorrow." I'm out fighting. ”

……

When everything was taken care of and Mr. K returned home, it was already 5 p.m.

There were no bodyguards from a professional security company patrolling the vicinity of the luxury villa, and after pushing open the door and entering, no maid came up to hand over the slippers. All of them were dismissed by Mr. K, and his net worth had shrunk by 90 percent after that night, and he had no spare money to hire them.

The Anti-Crisis Section found a large amount of "goods" in his field, as well as lynching places under the Yellow Light District, where many inmates who had been locked underground for several years, or even more than ten years, were released. Most of them have gone insane, but some are sane enough to be a witness in court.

The successive blows made this commanding middle-aged man haggard, and he had long lost his former elegance and demeanor.

Before returning home, he had one last meal with his former friend, the Ukrainian parliamentarian. The Ukrainian parliamentarian told him that the matter was so serious that even his old friend could not suppress it. The member of the anti-crisis section who investigated this incident is called Zhuang Liang, a disciple of a big family who was transferred from an alien to gild, and he is not short of money and is not afraid of pressure from the top, he just wants to add a sum to his resume by handling this case, and he will definitely be investigated to death.

Space City can't stay any longer. Fortunately, with the help of an old friend, Mr. K was able to get a ticket to secretly escape the planet before the Anti-Crisis Section prosecuted him.

Although he is close to nothing, with Mr. K's life experience and talents, he is very confident that if he escapes from any planet, ten years later, he will inevitably rise again as a black and white Beishe.

At the same time, he also made a statement on the rivers and lakes through the Ukrainian parliamentarians, and he voluntarily gave up all his territory and rights. The sworn enemies of the underworld in the past have also agreed not to blame the past, as long as Mr. K leaves the space city, they are willing to let him live.

Now we have to wait for the ship that will leave tomorrow at six o'clock.

When Mr. K pushed open the bedroom and walked in, a cold blade pressed against his neck.

The sword qi is like ice and snow in the depths of winter, chilling to the bone marrow. Mr. K turned his head with difficulty, and when he saw the comer, he did not show any expression of surprise or fear, but sighed: "Black blood does not use a sword." ”

It was black blood.

"Black Blood".