Mu Zhennian's Mu Group, which was founded by Mu Zhennian, is on the surface the largest consortium in the imperial city, which is envied by everyone and monopolizes all kinds of large-scale projects, but secretly it is a powerful gangster organization called "Blood Wing".

Among the three major gangsters in the country - Blood Wing, Black Poppy, White Ghost, and Blood Wing are the leaders, and the family is dominant. His current status did not come out of thin air, but in the open and secret struggle of the three major gangsters, stepping on layers of corpses and drenching one blood rain after another, he has come to this day. It is no wonder that now in any black transaction, as long as the name of "blood wings" is displayed, no one is deterred, even if they stand on the side of justice, in front of the "blood wings", they can only bow their heads and give all their efforts to others.

The things that maintain the majesty of the gangsters are nothing more than the same - interests and fears, which need to be accomplished by their carefully cultivated "bloodwing seeds". Each "seed" has to go through more than ten years of inhuman training, and in this difficult process, not every seed can take root, and most of them are discarded like garbage, because they cannot prove their worth in the face of the survival of the fittest.

The boys were one of the "Bloodwing Seeds" selected from the orphanage to be cultivated.

In his eyes, the Bloodwing Organization was worse than the orphanage. In the orphanage, people are just intrigues and flattery, but here, every day is like a battlefield during the Warring States period, and non-stop fighting is the only way to survive, and any deviation in testing or training will face the end of being discarded.

The person who supervised their training was a middle-aged man with a half-masked mask, known as the "Ninth Master". The first time the boy saw him, he felt like a demon crawling up from hell, and as long as he stood there, a cold air hit him, which made people instinctively fearful.

His training methods are extremely brutal, he gathers the "seeds" together, makes them fight each other with their bare hands, and finally the person who can stand on the training ground is eligible for the next training.

No one can describe the madness.

In order to fight for their own chance to live, every child abandons emotion and reason, and keeps biting one person after another around them.

Lei Jiuchen, on the other hand, condescendingly looked at the child like an ant, like fighting for a water source in the desert, like a beast to knock down the people around him, and then be defeated by the people around him.

Screams, blood, madness, pain...... Flooding the training grounds.

At the end of the field, there were only four boys left. Lei Jiuchen smiled contemptuously, holding the leather whip in his hand, and walked down the stairs step by step.

The boy panted and looked at Lei Jiuchen, who was gradually approaching, and took a few steps back vigilantly.

One of them, thinking that he had won the victory, approached Lei Jiuchen as if flattering, "Ninth Master, I won, can I stay?" ”

The person smiled humbly, Lei Jiuchen slowly turned his head to look at him, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.

Before everyone could react, the whip fell from the sky without warning, making a loud whipping sound.

The boy dodged quickly, but the others were not so lucky, and one by one they were hit by the long whip, and the bloodstains appeared on their bodies in an instant.

"Stand up!" Lei Jiuchen brandished his long whip and roared.

"Do you think victory is so easy to come by? But after only one battle, I thought I was sorry! Danger is everywhere, and you must always be ready to fight! Look at your useless appearance, how can you protect others? What qualifications are there when we are the seeds of the Bloodwings! Lei Jiuchen was completely merciless, whipping the "seeds" lying on the ground and moaning.

Suddenly, a figure flashed from behind Lei Jiuchen, he quickly turned around, and waved the long whip at the target, while hitting the target, the long whip was dragged to death, and then, a blood-stained fist came towards him.

The boy gasped for breath as he looked at the man in front of him who was clenching his fist.

Lei Jiuchen looked down at the boy in front of him, and his face, which was blue with anger, actually eased a little.

"Good boy, a good seedling," Lei Jiuchen let go of his hand and instructed his subordinates: "Take him down and take good care of him, from today onwards, he will be the seed of the blood wing!" ”