With his feet on the door, the way Ero appeared was so shocking and striking that everyone in the room couldn't help but look at him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The system of the Black Collective Society is strict, and everyone present is the high-level of the Black Collective Society, and they all rely on their strength and means to sit in their current positions, and no one relies on shortcuts to get to the top.

Under the tempering of blood and iron, everyone's eyes are different, there are fierce eyes like wolves, there are sharp eyes like eagles, some are indifferent, some are vicious, and some are cold.

If it were an ordinary person staring at so many pairs of eyes, I am afraid that my legs would have trembled with fright, but Emo was laughing, laughing very sunny, laughing very cold, laughing a little weird, a little creepy.

His fingers lightly tapped on the marble table, Wei Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous intent under his eyes was completely hidden.

When he thinks, he is used to tapping his fingers on the tabletop, but when he squints at a person, it shows that he has already moved to kill this person!

After half a ring, Wei Yan still tapped lightly on the table, but his squinted eyes slowly opened, looking at Emo, the corners of his mouth outlined a smile.

"Who shall I be? It turned out to be the eldest young and youngest nephew of the Er's group, I heard that you killed two people in the Zhongshan Mental Hospital, and your uncle is also looking for you everywhere, did you come here to seek refuge? ”

As he spoke, his eyes inadvertently fell on the door at Ermo's feet, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he said meaningfully: "But I haven't seen you for more than a year, and Ermo's little nephew has changed a lot!" ”

Ermo smiled slightly, and said lightly: "It's just another chance, what?" Can this little nephew's ability still enter Uncle Wei's eyes? ”

Wei Yan laughed and said: "Naturally, the little nephew of Emo is here to join my Black Gathering Society?" I have a good relationship with Brother Doom, and if that were the case, I wouldn't turn you away. ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand heroically and said quite proudly: "In this H City, my Black Society has always been the same, forgive Liu Yi and Gu Qi Even if they know that you are here with me, they don't dare to come to you for trouble!" ”

Ermo smiled and said calmly: "Uncle Wei said that the little nephew is indeed here to join the Black Society."

Wei Yan's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, and then he asked with a smile: "I, the Black Gathering Society, have always respected strength, and you are an extraordinary nephew, what position do you want, although you boldly tell Uncle Wei." ”

"Then I'll say it!" Eromo laughed playfully.

The next moment, a deep gaze swept over the audience, and he said word by word: "I want to be the leader of the Black Gathering Society!" ”

This kid, how dare you say it!

Hearing this, except for the young man named Li Xuanzhi who still had a smile on his face, the rest of the people all looked at each other, and their faces changed greatly.

The president asked this kid to say that it was to give him face, I didn't expect this person to be so bold, so ignorant of what to do, and not knowing how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid that there will be a corpse here today that will go out horizontally.

Thinking like this, some people even secretly looked at Wei Yan's face and secretly wondered what was on his mind.

Wei Yan was silent, still tapping the marble table with his index finger, although this was a habit of his, but the difference was that as his mood changed, the rhythm of this tapping was also different.

At this moment, the rhythm of the index finger tapping on the marble is getting faster and faster, which is particularly clear in this room where no one speaks, and it brings people a sense of horror and oppression that black clouds are about to destroy the city.

However, compared to the change in the rhythm of tapping on the table, the expression on his face did not change, and his tone was still so gentle.

"I haven't seen him for a year, but the little nephew has not only improved a lot, but also become humorous in the way he speaks, and jokes with his uncle?"

Emer's expression was very serious, and his tone was also very serious.

"The little nephew didn't joke with Uncle Wei, didn't Uncle Wei just say it? The Black Society pursues the principle of strength first, the strong are respected, and strength is status, and the little nephew thinks that my strength is fully worthy of the position of the leader of the Black Society. ”

"Okay, then let me see what you're capable of!"

Tapping his fingers suddenly, Wei Yan suddenly screamed, slapped the table hard, turned over and jumped up, his two hands crossed his waist as fast as lightning, and two desert eagles instantly appeared in his hands, without looking, and directly pulled the trigger.

Two muffled "bangs" sounded, and two bullets shot straight at Ermo's neck and heart.

Emo was still standing in place, as if he didn't have time to react at all, and the people present seemed to have seen two incomparably bright blood flowers blooming on Emer's body.

Only Wei Yan saw the smile on the corner of Ermo's mouth, and a trace of bad premonition appeared in his heart.

The two bullets landed on Ermo's body as they were, but there was no blood-splattering scene, and the place where the bullets hit turned into a pitch-black demonic aura.

The two bullets pierced through the demonic aura and entered the wall, not hurting Eromo in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, everyone present couldn't help but widen their eyes, their faces were full of incredulity, Wei Yan's eyes sank, and he asked astringently, "Are you a stranger?" ”

Before founding the Black Gathering Society, Wei Yan had also traveled from south to north, and once in a remote mountain with no people, he saw the life-and-death battle of two supernatural beings.

Now he still remembers the terrifying scene of thunder shuttling in the dark clouds in the sky, and he also remembers the scene of the flames like mountains, burning the mountains and forests, the infinite power that bursts out with his gestures, which makes him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

Later, after he founded the Black Gathering Society, he also inquired about this kind of people, but he only knew that those people were called superpowers, which seemed to be rare, because apart from the two superpowers, he had never seen other supernatural beings.

But at this moment, this strange change in Emo evoked Wei Yanchen's memories sealed in his heart, and naturally made him blame Emo's ability on the supernatural.

Emo shook his head and said, "I'm not a supernatural being, I'm Emer, and I'm the demon Murphygal!" ”

After speaking, he raised his hand, and his entire arm turned into pitch-black demonic qi, which was like a mist, quickly surging towards Wei Yan.

Wei Yan was startled and gradually retreated, but the speed of the demonic qi was unexpectedly fast, and within a moment, it wrapped him in the demonic qi.

Ermo smiled coldly, and his heart moved.

The demonic energy shook, and then spun wildly, turning into a storm of death, and the gravitational force generated by the storm enveloped the entire conference room, and everyone only felt that a compelling wind pressure came, and it became difficult to breathe, and they barely kept their bodies in shape with their hands on the table.

The next moment, a terrible scream rang out from the storm of demonic qi, and the blood mist spread, and the flesh foamed everywhere.

After a while, Emo retracted the black mist and turned into an arm again, and there was no longer Wei Yan in the entire conference room.

Wei Yan's methods are iron-blooded, and he has accumulated a lot of power in the Black Gathering Society, and there are many people present who covet the position of the president of the Black Gathering Society, but they can only think about it, but there is no one who dares to take action.

There used to be such people, but now the corpses are all rotten to slag, and the grass on the graves is estimated to be three feet high.

But such a person with means and strength has now turned into a blood mist floating in the air, a meat foam on the ground, and the thick smell of blood seems to remind the people present of a somewhat unacceptable fact.

Wei Yan is dead!

Wei Yan, who made them respect and fear, and could be called a generation of underworld heroes, died, and his bones still did not exist.

I don't know who swallowed the saliva first, and through the sound of swallowing, the eyes of everyone who came back to their senses looked at Emer had changed, no longer the scrutinizing gaze before, but with the fear of playing.

The kind of power that killed Wei Yan just now was obviously not something that ordinary people could grasp, thinking of Emo's self-proclaimed demon just now! Demon Murphy Garr!

Some people who have seen Emo in the past can't help but deeply suspect that Emo is no longer the same Emo as before, but a devil whose body has been possessed by demons.

Emer's face was calm, he enjoyed the fearful gaze of others, he didn't need others to respect, he didn't need others to believe, he just needed everyone to fear him, let the fear take deep root in their hearts, and grow into a big tree.

Let them not dare to resist under fear!

Sure enough, after staying in a mental hospital for half a year, my mental thoughts have deviated from the track of normal people.

However, for the frightened gaze of others, Ermo really likes it.

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