Li Xingyuan wiped the blood from the black knife with his left elbow socket, then slowly put the knife into the box, carried the black box on his back, and walked out of the corridor that exuded the smell of fishy blood.

There were a total of three bullets in the pistol, and Li Xingyuan had already finished firing, so he threw them on the ground, and the heavy rain poured into the underground corridor from the corridor that did not make a rain slope, and there were scarlet blood blisters.

Hasegawa's family has a close relationship with the Metropolitan Police Department, and the Taketori Group is the head snake in this neighborhood, black and white, and one night, Li Xingyuan offended a clean one.

It's just that Li Xingyuan doesn't mind.

Li Xingyuan was going to snatch the Taketori group's car, and then run to Saitama Prefecture on the outskirts of Tokyo, where there was a safe house that he had prepared with someone else's ID before, and wait until the limelight in Tokyo passed, and then go back to Tokyo to settle accounts with the rest of the Hasegawa family.

The death of the eldest son of the Hasegawa family, Shinru Hasegawa, is just the beginning of revenge.

But as soon as he walked to the ground, he saw a man with a black umbrella, standing on the street in the pouring rain.

The neon lights on the high-rise buildings outlined the phantoms hit the ground in large swaths, making everything around look like a dream, the rain hit the virtual images and fell to the ground, the man wore sunglasses, his silver hair was meticulously combed into his back, and his breath could not beat a trace of white fog in the cold night.

Several men in Taketori Gumi's armed suits fell to the ground, seemingly out of breath.

Li Xingyuan saw the knuckles of the man holding the umbrella, exuding the luster of mechanical products.

In fact, even if he didn't notice this, Li Xingyuan would never regard the person in front of him as an ordinary person.

Because as soon as he saw that man, Li Xingyuan's mask began to sound the alarm.

In the scarlet light, the dark yellow font was constantly reminding him: danger!

"Mr. Ichiro Takahashi?"

The man's voice was still very clear in the rain.

"Someone wants to see you."

Li Xingyuan held the black box behind him, and was about to take out the black knife that broke the law.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

The man stood motionless and issued a warning to Li Xingyuan.

Even in the dark night, Li Xingyuan suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that he was being targeted by an incomparably dangerous beast.

But he has never listened to people's advice, let alone people's warnings.

Li Xingyuan drew his knife out, and the black knife flashed and cut a scarlet blood mark in the air.

The man's eyes under the sunglasses lit up with a hint of blue light.

Between the lightning and flint, the man held an umbrella in one hand, flew out in the rain like a cannonball, and then stepped towards Li Xingyuan.

The other party must be a monk!

Li Xingyuan crossed the knife to block, the man did not dodge or dodge, and stepped out, before that foot really stepped on Li Xingyuan's body, an invisible wave of qi with a torrential rain pressed down on him.

I just want you to bow your head!

The sound of the black knife stinging of the law-breaking black knife was turbulent, and the impact of the black knife trembled, but Li Xingyuan's heavenly hand did not move, just like the ancient swordsman tried to break the waterfall with sword qi, Li Xingyuan cut the 'waterfall' that came towards him - the man's body-protecting true qi was determined and stubbornly cut open by the law-breaking black knife.

The man snorted, seeming a little surprised.

He retreated backwards, fell to the ground on his knees, and still did not put away the umbrella in his hand, Li Xingyuan crossed the knife at his side, rushing towards the man, the man stood up, and only parried with another hand that did not hold an umbrella, but he still seemed to be at ease, in a gap where Li Xingyuan failed to dodge, the man grabbed Li Xingyuan's wrist and pulled him down, as if he wanted to pull Li Xingyuan to his knees in this way.

However, what he grabbed was Li Xingyuan's right hand with the Heavenly Hand.

Qingtian's name is very big, and his strength is also worthy of his name, Li Xingyuan actually broke free with his backhand, but grabbed the man's wrist.

The man seemed to be even more surprised this time, Li Xingyuan exerted his strength, and the blue microcircuit system in Qingtian's hand lit up, and its name was undoubtedly revealed, and with a clicking sound, Qingtian's hand smashed the high-strength bionic ceramic on the man's wrist, revealing the true appearance of his mechanical prosthesis.

And the man couldn't keep calm anymore, his whole body was overturned by Li Xingyuan with his hand like a child, the black umbrella fell to the side, and the man almost fell to the ground in embarrassment - however, a surging wave of qi suddenly surged out from the man's body, exploding Li Xingyuan's hand beside him.

Aura - The previous battle with Li Xingyuan was just a naughty fight, and now the man has decided to take it seriously.

A soft groan, like the roar of a dragon at the bottom of the box, a silver light pierced the rain curtain, and suddenly came out of the sheath, and Li Xingyuan stood a little farther away, he raised his hand, and the silver-white palm was now completely infected with a brilliant blue color, ready to go.

"Stop."

An old voice rang out.

The man stopped first, and a richly decorated long sword hovered beside the man, and the silver-white sword body was carved with gold patterns, and the words 'breaking gall' were written on it.

That's a flying sword!

And Li Xingyuan also put down his Optimus Hand - what Dr. Robert said was right, he was really not suitable for doing things with people in the past two days, and he almost used the power of the Optimus Hand, which made his nerves that had just been combined feel a burst of confusion, and from his right hand, the pain and itching and numbness occurred for a while, hot and cold, and he could barely lift it.

The man straightened his cuffs, stood aside, looked at Li Xingyuan, and then walked to the side of the luxury floating car that made a sound before, and opened the door.

"Let's go inside."

Li Xingyuan put the knife into the box, and when he saw the four-wheeled floating car that did not hit the ground, Li Xingyuan felt a lot more relaxed.

Whether it is the Hasegawa family or the Taketori group, it is impossible to mobilize a person who can drive a floating car.

The anti-gravity technology used by the floating car is based on the gravitational field generated by a superconductor rotating at high speed, and before the Great Fracture, this technology was widely used in the assembly of large equipment, but with the Great Fracture, there was a huge fault in the technology, and humans are no longer able to produce superconductors that can produce a stable gravitational field, and the only application of this technology today - and the only use of many technologies before the Great Fracture today - is weapons.

Therefore, the person who can own the floating car in this situation must have both strong strength and strong power, and both are indispensable.

The only thing that is surprising is that such a character comes to himself for a nobody, what to do?

He was dressed in a black trench coat stained with rain and mud, and slowly got into the car, making the air in the whole car damp, but the owner of the car did not care, the man was looking at the chessboard in front of him with his head down.

It was an old man in his old age, he may have been beautiful, but as the years passed, he had become irretrievably old, his wrinkled skin was loose and slumped on his face, and he was dressed in a brown linen robe, and he did not see any mechanical transformation, and he looked as if he had been dead for a long time.

In front of him was the remnants of a game of chess.

The black and red sides are staggered, tearing each other's defenses, each with a killing move, waiting for a move to kill.

Compared to Go, chess is much simpler, and has already been exhausted by AI, and for monks with amazing computing power, chess is just like flipping a coin to guess the pros and cons, a game of pure luck, so it has long been eliminated.

The car door was closed from the outside by the man with the black umbrella, and now there were only two people left in the floating car, Li Xingyuan and the old man, the atmosphere was strangely quiet, Li Xingyuan sat silently on the leather seat, as long as he wanted, he could take out his own law-breaking black knife from the black box at any time, and stab the old man in front of him who seemed to have no ability to resist to death - but he didn't.

He didn't dare.

Although the old man did not speak, and the mask did not call the police, Li Xingyuan felt a terror like a thorn in his back—it was like countless needles, or rather, small swords pierced into every inch of his bare skin, and once he made the slightest rash move, he would be pierced into a sieve by those swords again.

This feeling was so real that after Li Xingyuan moved the idea of drawing his sword, his body immediately felt a phantom pain as if he had really been pierced by thousands of sharp swords, and even had the illusion that he was dead.

"Tonight, you killed someone you shouldn't have killed - I would have liked to start with that."

Finally, the old man spoke.

Is it really for Hasegawa's Shinru?

The old man looked up, his eyes cloudy as if he were an ordinary old man.

"Hasegawa Shenliu, I originally planned to accept him as an apprentice, he has a very pure heart, the heart of the strong, the heart of arbitrariness."

He pushes the piece and places his rook on the opponent's horse's foot.

"However, a dead man cannot be my apprentice."

"A man who is dead is dead, and he who dies is worthless, as for avenging him? I have no intention of doing so. ”

"The reason why I came to you is to ask you."

"Would you like to be my disciple?"

Li Xingyuan looked at the old man who was dying.

Although the identity of the other party is not known, whether it is the floating car or the man with a black umbrella outside, it proves that the identity of the old man is not trivial.

"Being my disciple has many benefits."

The old man said.

"Money, status, women, you can have everything in this city, the person who desires to flatter you can go around the entire Japanese archipelago, all the women you fancie, no matter what status, as long as it is a word, will be sent to your bed that night, of course, and power."

Li Xingyuan was moved.

He is also a layman, in this era, who is not desperately trying to climb up? There is a chance to reach the sky, and how many people can refuse?

"And you, all you have to do is promise me one thing."

But the old man's words calmed him down in an instant.

"What's the matter?"

"The grudge with the Hasegawa family is written off."

The old man laughed, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

"How? As long as you stop, stop chasing and killing the rest of the Hasegawa family, and don't interfere with the Hasegawa family in any way, I will accept you as my disciple. ”

"What if I say no?"

Li Xingyuan looked at the old man, although he was through the mask, he could still feel the old man's gaze piercing the mask and looking straight at his face.

"It's okay not to be a disciple." The old man said, "Do you want to work under me?" ”

"As long as things are done beautifully, what my disciples have, you will not be less, and what they don't have, I will give you the same."