In life, you always have to do something against your original will.

When I was a child, Yaksha never imagined that one day when I grew up, I would join the underworld and do those shady things all day long. He likes to read comics very much, and in his spare time, he also tries to draw some stories in his heart, imagining that one day he will become a great cartoonist, using woven stories to capture the eyes and hearts of thousands of people.

However, Yaksha did not stand a chance to become a manga artist. When he was 14 years old, the supermarket at home caught fire, not only burning all the family wealth that his parents had worked hard to accumulate for a lifetime, but also burning his parents who were reluctant to leave the family wealth to death.

The fire was not an accident, but was done by a group of local thugs. There was no dispute, no dispute, except that the gangsters wanted to see some flashy fireworks, so they took gasoline and set fire to the best supermarket on the street.

The fire burned for a whole hour before it was extinguished, and Yaksha, who was only draped in a blanket, saw his parents being carried out of the rubble with his own eyes, and he couldn't even tell which of them was who, it was just two clumps of char.

Enraged, Yaksha retrieves two kitchen knives from the ruins and inserts them in his belt to seek revenge on the gangsters. It's a pity that he is not the protagonist of the boy's hot-blooded comics, although he found the gangsters, but he only slashed with a knife twice, and was slapped to the ground from behind, and then brutally beaten, if it weren't for a patrolling police car passing by, he might have been beaten to death there. After lying in bed for half a month, Yaksha, who was barely able to get up, found his distant cousin, who was nineteen years old at the time and the leader of the largest local gang, the Golden Flower Society, and begged him to help him avenge himself. The cousin proudly agreed, and introduced Yaksha to join the Golden Flower Society. In the words of his cousin, he is just an outsider, although the power of the Golden Flower Society is large, it will not be used to help irrelevant outsiders, but if he joins the club, it will be his own people, and it is a matter of course to help his own people take revenge. The next thing is very simple, with the help of the Golden Flower Society, Yaksha dragged the gangsters to the fire ruins of their supermarket and cut off their heads one by one. Seeing the arrogant gangsters kneeling in front of him, crying and begging for mercy, Yaksha suddenly felt like he was the protagonist of the manga, and he felt that it was a good choice to become a gangster. That night, in the midst of a pile of heads, Yaksha swore with the blood of his enemies and himself that he would never let his family be harmed in any way, even though he had no family members by then. Joining gangsters, fighting, picking up girls, watching the scene, selling drugs, grabbing land, life passed like flowing water, from the initial panic to cruel numbness, he gradually forgot that he was still alone, as if it was just a cold machine. This coldness and cruelty made him fierce and brutal in his actions, often bringing infinite fear to the enemy, and also made him appreciated by the higher-ups, and for a time he became the second thug of the Golden Flower Society after Isuzu Kabei.

"What is Isuzu Kabei, one day I will trample him under my feet and become the NO.1 in the Golden Flower Club." Yaksha is very unimpressed with this guy who doesn't even have a nickname. However, his great ideal did not have time to be realized. Soon after, he met his current wife, Mai Chiba. He had just finished a big business that day, and went to a nightclub with a few buddies for fun, and when he entered the door, he saw the stripper dancing in the center of the stage, maybe it was the incomparable sexiness, maybe it was the white thighs and breasts, maybe it was just because the lights were shining, maybe there was no reason, in short, he was fascinated at once, and felt that it was the angel chosen by the gods for him. Yaksha spent a full year and a half pursuing Chiba Makai, including sending flowers, inviting meals, picking up and dropping off to and from work, beating all the competitors who were a little interesting to her to cripple, giving her the aphrodisiac and going to bed, etc., all the means were exhausted, and finally the beauty was returned. After that, Yaksha has changed, he is no longer the cruel and ruthless killer, and he is always worried about what his wife will do if something happens to him? If they offend too many people, what if they take revenge on their wives? When a person is concerned, it is impossible to move forward, and Yaksha finally made a choice, quitting the front-line thug business, and under the arrangement of the meeting, he went to this secret smuggling port to pick up the stowaways. It's a quiet and secretive position, and occasionally accepts some members of the club who cause trouble, and usually runs the shop like a real tavern owner, and lives at ease.

I thought that this life would be like this, how could I have thought that disaster would fall from the sky, and a few days ago there was news, first the Iwasato old house was attacked, the chairman Iwasato Masao was killed, and Iwasato Ma was captured, followed by Isuzu Kabei and Iwasato Ma Yang returned to the headquarters to regroup, and then it was bad news, the headquarters of the Golden Flower Society was attacked by the Nichiren sect and was killed. Yaksha felt that it was not good, and immediately made a decision, packed up his things, and planned to run away with his wife, but before he could leave, the Hengsheng group came to the door and blocked him at home. If he was just one person, he would naturally not be afraid of the thugs of the Hengsheng Group, and he would just die, but the Hengsheng Group threatened him with Chiba Mayi, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to agree to help them do internal response and deal with the Golden Flower members who wanted to escape through this passage. In the past two days, more than a dozen high-ranking cadres have fled here, but they have been led into the trap of the Yokosheng Group by the Yaksha, and the fishing boat parked at sea is like a bottomless grave, constantly devouring the lives of the cadres of the Golden Flower Society, and every inch of the deck is stained with blood. Until Isuzu Kabei suddenly visited.

"This may be the last group of people, if they can catch Isuzu Kabei and Miss Iwasato, they will definitely be satisfied." Yaksha thought so, and the guilt of betraying his brother unconsciously came back to the bottom of his heart. Naturally, he didn't want to be a traitor, but he had vowed to protect his family from any harm, and he could only choose one of the two ends. He couldn't help but glance back, the sea was vast, and he couldn't see the fishing boat in the distance, but in front of him, he seemed to see the miserable appearance of Isuzu Kabei and Iwasato Ma being hit by machine guns, and couldn't help but shudder, muttering, "It's not my fault, even if I don't cooperate with them, you won't be able to escape." "Although Iwama Yang once introduced Yong Bowen as a mage, Yaksha did not see the mage battle with his own eyes like the members of the Yokosei-gumi, and he still thought that even the most powerful mage was powerless in the face of a dozen guns.

The fishing boat docked, and Yaksha packed up his things, jumped out of the boat, and returned to the tavern.

The village is still quiet. Those fishermen will not come home until the middle of the night when they are not in the tavern. Now should be the busiest time. But when Yaksha came to the door, he didn't hear anything. The light leaked through the cracks in the door panels, with an ominous glimmer of blood, and there was a faint smell of fishy smell in the air.

Yaksha's heart tightened, and he shouted "real clothes", stepped forward and pushed the door open, and the whole person was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

The little tavern was full of corpses, and the fishermen, who were still singing and drinking before leaving, fell to the ground in all directions, with unlost smiles and drunkenness on their faces, blood kept pouring out of the seven orifices, and the dark and rich liquid flowed all over the ground. Everybody's dead! The two men who stayed here to spy on him, as well as his wife, were also dead. Chiba Mayi died on the table in the center, his clothes half-faded, and he was wonderful, as if he had just fallen asleep. Yaksha was stunned for a moment, let out a heart-rending howl, and threw himself up and hugged his wife's body and cried loudly, crying and shouting, "Who is it, who did it!" ”

"Mao Inobe?"

An icy voice suddenly sounded.

Yaksha's body shook, stopped crying, and slowly turned back.

An old man with a goatee was standing at the door of the tavern. He wore a green cloth gown, the cuffs were rolled up, revealing a snow-white lining, his hair and beard were neatly groomed, and he stood there with his face hanging down, as if he was the steward of a big Chinese family who came out of a historical drama.

Mao Inobe? What a strange and yet familiar name. Yaksha almost forgot the name that once belonged to him, sadness and anger made his thinking a little dull, and after looking at the old man for a while, he realized that he was calling himself, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" Did you do this? ”

The old man in the long shirt took out a photo from his sleeve and put it up, and asked, "Did you send this person on the boat just now?" The young man in the photo is wearing glasses, Sven is delicate, and his eyes are serious and persistent, which is Yong Bowen.

"You didn't do it! You killed the real clothes! ”

Yaksha screamed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the old man in the robe, and he let out a beastly roar and pounced on him.

The old man raised his hand and volleyed it into the air, making a crisp snapping sound, and before the Yaksha who rushed up fiercely could get closer, he was fanned upside down and fell on the pile of corpses, and the left half of his face was red and swollen, and changed shape.

With a bang, the tavern suddenly collapsed, the roof shattered, and the slaughterhouse in the room was exposed to the slightly cool night sea breeze.

Yaksha looked up blindly, and found that there were hundreds of people standing around at some point, all wearing one-color green cloth robes and round cloth shoes, standing silently and solemnly, looking at the magnificent formation, like an army.

Several black cars were parked on the street, surrounded by people in green shirts.

Feeling a little confused, Yaksha muttered, "Who are you?" ”

The old man in the long shirt raised his hand a little impatiently and grabbed it, and the yaksha flew out of the pile of corpses, fell beside the old man, and was sending his head to the old man's hand, and the pinprick-like sting pain instantly penetrated into the cerebral marrow, so painful that he burst into tears, twisted his body, and wailed loudly. In the midst of this pain, the things he had just experienced were discovered by the old man one by one, and the old man ignored all the irrelevant parts and left only a few fragments. Because Yaksha doesn't attach much importance to Yong Bowen, there are very few fragments left, but they are enough. The old man quickly got the answer he needed, and with the force of his five fingers, Yaksha's head was crushed, and the screams stopped abruptly, and then with a flick, the broken body flew out and fell back into the pile of corpses, I don't know if it was a coincidence, and it happened to fall on the corpse of Chiba Maki.

The old man turned around and walked to one of the cars, and said in a low voice, "Third Young Master, Yong Bowen has already boarded the boat, and that boat is a trap set by the Hengsheng Group. The second master should have chased after him. ”

A slightly hoarse voice came from the car, "Got it, let's go too." ”

The old man in the long shirt asked with some hesitation: "The second master may not be happy that we are doing this!" ”

"If my father is to blame, I will bear it!" The hoarse voice looked a little unhappy, "What age is this, and my father is still doing that old thing." He is an old man's golden body, in case something goes wrong, how can it be good? We people have to think about his old man! He can't just listen to everything! ”

"That's the fresh tail here......"

"Come on, don't let people know we're here."

"Yes!"

The convoy and the green shirts began to move towards the sea, and where they passed, one by one the fires were ignited, and soon the entire small fishing village was plunged into a sea of fire.

The procession stopped at the shore and did not enter the sea.

Because a motorboat has broken the waves, and the person standing in the bow of the boat is the one they want to answer.

The middle-aged man was wearing an ordinary Chinese-style cardigan, his eyebrows and eyes were ordinary as if he were a passerby, but he had a majesty that a superior person had.

The motorboat stopped more than ten meters away from the shore, because the water was shallow and could not move forward, the middle-aged man stepped down and walked back to the shore on the waves, not even the soles of his shoes were wet.

The Tsing Yi people on the shore bowed their heads in unison.

The car opened in the middle, and a man in a crisp suit stepped out of the car. He was only about twenty years old, his face was slightly pale, his eyebrows were thin and his lips were thin, and he looked mean. He stood beside the car and respectfully called out to the middle-aged man, "Father, you are back!" ”

The middle-aged man snorted and asked in a light tone, "Why are you here?" ”

The third young master said: "Taiping Dao has always been scheming, I'm afraid that they have some conspiracy, so I can't rest assured, so I'll take a look." ”

"If they see it, they will think that we are afraid of them!" The middle-aged man said unhappily, "With the current Taiping Dao, even if there is any conspiracy, what can you do to me?" ”

"Yes, my father is supernatural and naturally not afraid, but my son is troubled." The third young master lowered his head, a vicious light flashed in his eyes, but his tone was still respectful, "Since my father is back, I must have solved the remnants of the Yong family." ”

The middle-aged man said, "Well, I met and said a few words, but I didn't kill him!" ”

"Didn't my father say that we need to cut down the weeds and eradicate them? How...... Do you disdain to attack this kind of junior, do you need a son......

"No need. I used to speculate about his grandson with the level of Yong Hansheng, and I always felt that if I didn't cut the grass and not eradicate the roots, there would be endless troubles. It's just a lowly skill, but he doesn't even dare to admit his identity, hiding his head and shrinking his tail, after all, he can't become any climate, let him go! ”

"Grandpa will be upset!"

"Keeping such a rat to embarrass the Yong family, it's too late for the old man to be happy, how can he not be happy."

The middle-aged man looked back at the black sea with his hands in his hands, and the scene of the brief contact was still vivid, and he sighed lightly for a long time: "There is no successor to the Yong family, but it's a pity that Yong Hansheng is a hero." ”

"Ding Zhaoqi of the Grand Alliance came to visit the head of the Taiping Dao Yong Sect!"

The sound of thunder rolled on the surface of the sea, stirring the waves of the sea, and if the big fishing boat was also shaking, as if it could not bear the pressure, if the sound was a little louder, it might be overturned.

The power of this sound, almost the power of heaven and earth, is extremely terrifying.

The big leagues?

Ding Zhaoqi?

Taiping Road?

Yongjiao head?

Yong Bowen quickly went through these keywords in his mind, and couldn't help but secretly complain: "This pair came too quickly, I just learned from my grandfather that there was such a feud, why did it only take a few days to kill the door." "He fought many battles, and traveled thousands of miles, and his spiritual mana was consumed, and it was okay to bluff these laymen, but he didn't have any spare strength to fight again, looking at this momentum, compared to Ono Santang, Gu Yangding, these masters are only afraid that they are only high, not low, even in the best state to deal with it, it is quite difficult, at this time if you really want to start a war, eight or nine times out of ten you will whine. Seeing that the motorboat is getting closer and closer, and the fishing boat here has just started, not to mention that the speed has not yet come up, even if it is full of strength, it will not be able to run the motorboat in a short distance, although the members of the Hengsheng group are all honest at the moment, but as long as he Yongda Heavenly Master shows a little fatigue and timidity, this gang of underworld will definitely be the first to copy the guy and rebel.

When he was in a hurry, he suddenly heard Huajian say: "Don't admit it, if you want to admit it, you must start fighting!" ”

Yong Bowen was very uncertain in his heart, "People came directly to the door, can they fool the past?" ”

"We can't fool him, but we'll have to gamble on it! A master with status and status like him thinks very highly of himself, if you hide your head and refuse to admit your identity, you will disdain to do it with you because you look down on you! ”

"Really? Our family has a feud with them, he should come up to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, how can I give up because I am bad? ”

"Lions won't be interested in trampling dead ants!"

"Lord Taishang bless, my Buddha bless, Allah bless, God bless. He must be a lion, not a pangolin anteater! ”

Yong Bowen prayed to the four gods in his heart, and then he arched his hand and said: "Yong Bowen is sent to the north of the Heavenly Master, and he is polite!" ”

"Heavenly Master Northern Sect?" Ding Zhaoqi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "What kind of joke is the Yongjiao sect making, you Taiping Dao dominates the world, how can you be compared to the Heavenly Master Sect, why do you claim to be the Northern Heavenly Master Sect, and you have to tarnish your name!" ”

Yong Bowen shook his head like a wave drum, and just said: "I don't know what Taiping Dao is, I am an authentic descendant of the Northern Sect of the Heavenly Master, and I have nothing to do with Taiping Dao, this is a serious identity registered on the Mage Association, and it has nothing to do with Taiping Dao, you recognize the wrong person." ”

The smile on Ding Zhaoqi's face slowly faded, stared at Yong Bowen, and said in a deep voice: "You are really not the contemporary sect leader of Taiping Dao!" ”

"Of course not!" This sentence Yong Bowen said it rightly, although his grandfather told him a lot, but he never said that he wanted him to inherit the Taiping Dao and be the head of the sect.

"I see, that's Ding's risk, Yongtian Master is going to sea, then I wish you a smooth journey, and let Ding give you a ride!"

Ding Zhaoqi raised his hand and pinched a magic seal on the bow of the boat and stomped his feet slightly, and the wind was fierce, and a huge wave was born under the fishing boat, which lifted the fishing boat as a whole and sent it straight to the depths of the sea.

The whole fishing boat shook violently on the crest of the waves, and the people on the boat were so frightened that their faces were blue and their lips were white, and they all clung to what they could handle, and fixed their bodies firmly on the boat, for fear that if they were accidentally thrown down again, it would be a bad thing.

Yong Bowen didn't dare to be reckless, the whole person was lying on the deck, still unable to believe it in his heart, so he asked Huajian: "Is this clear?" ”

Hanama said angrily: "Of course you passed, he must look down on you!" ”

Yong Bowen said: "Look down on it, look down on it, anyway, I don't know who he is, even if I look down on me again, what can I do?" It's good to be safe. ”

The wave surged again and again, and I don't know how far it swelled, before it slowly subsided.

The fishing boat stopped shaking, everyone got up, the captain looked at it, and couldn't help but cry out, "We actually left the same place for more than a dozen nautical miles in more than a minute!" Hearing this, everyone was shocked and frightened, and when they looked at Yong Bowen's eyes, they became more and more awe-inspired.

This is the mage, it's really not a human being!

Yong Bowen didn't know what they were thinking, he got up from the deck, went back and forth to take a look, and Ding Zhaoqi's shadow was gone, which was completely relieved, laughed twice, turned his head to Isuzu Jiabei and said, "Let them sail, let's go home!" ”

Isuzu Kabei turned his head and roared, and the members of the Yokosheng Group immediately got busy.

With the roar of the fishing boat, the fishing boat sailed into the depths of the ocean, away from Japan.

I'm happy divider******************************

This volume is finally over, hahahaha.