Shigure finally lay on the hospital bed with a copy of "The King of Humor" beside his pillow. Five minutes ago he was reading the book brought by the nurse. Five minutes later, he was not reading the book, but thinking about a text message he had just received.
【Hello, Zhongyi.
I am one of your uncles, and you did me a great favor some time ago. (Now, you probably don’t remember this.) I’m busy at work, so I’m afraid I don’t have much time to take care of you. I originally wanted to give you some help, but I found that you are living a good life now, but my help may bring disaster to you... Therefore, I can only give you some verbal words, and I hope you won't be offended.
Uncle is happy to see you leading a new life. I hope you can make more friends, get along well with your family, and use your own wishes to do things that may not be very meaningful, but are enough to make you happy...
I wish you happiness. 】
The text message disappeared after he read it, as if it had never existed. Shigure finally thought, should he tell other people about this? In the past, he would have informed others of the information without hesitation, but now he was thinking about whether to deceive everyone...
Finally decided to lie. Because there is no valuable information in this information, only the care of a "stranger", there is no need to share this matter with everyone.
Dongdong, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." He saw John Garcia and Badman Ives. The two gangsters saluted him in unison, which surprised Shigure.
"Thank you once again, Shigure Suichi." The gangsters said seriously.
"It doesn't have to be that way, Mr. John. I just did what I wanted to do. Have you made peace with your brother?"
John and Badman looked at each other and laughed bitterly at the same time.
"We..." John shook his head, "We haven't had time to talk about those past events yet."
"Things always develop unexpectedly fast." Shigure finally nodded, "I can understand how you feel."
John and Badman chatted for a while, listening to him tell a few bad jokes and trying to be funny. Afterwards, they walked out of the ward and walked side by side outside the hospital.
Badman took out a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, glanced at the "No Smoking" sign in the corridor, and lit himself up nonchalantly.
"One, boss?"
"good."
The two gangsters stood against the wall without saying anything. They all knew it was time to say something, but they didn't want to speak first.
And John is not in a hurry, because he is always more patient than Badman. The old man smoked faster than him. Badman threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and spoke with difficulty.
"Actually, I'm Morton's undercover agent."
John put out the cigarette butt: "When does it start?"
Badman thought that once he started this end, it would be much smoother to continue.
"From the beginning." He took off his sunglasses and stared at the ceiling. "Actually, I didn't plan to cooperate with you at all in the beginning. You know how bad the environment was at that time. At that time, people from Morton found me and said they wanted to cooperate with me. Let's make a deal. They help me organize, and I work for them privately. It's a win-win situation for everyone.
When it comes to organizing, of course the more people, the better. So I went to recruit you to join the team, thinking that there are two most dangerous people and our names are loud enough... but you said you had a plan. "
John recalled the past. At the beginning, Badman came to contact him. He successfully persuaded this old acquaintance and took several bullied guys to kill Aoki. Badman obtained Aoki's ability, he gained everyone's trust, and the organization was established from that day on.
"For a while you were very keen on being the boss," John said. "I gave you the reins."
"Yes, I have been working for more than a month, and I am a mess." Badman laughed twice. "After that, I was convinced that you are more capable than me. I told the people in the kingdom that I would be the boss. If nothing happens, either we stop cooperating, or we just make do.
Everyone just made do and started. I didn't care about this at first, as long as I got along well! On the surface, I am the deputy of Deathwing, but secretly, the kingdom supports me. With this condition, I can run around the whole city!
But I gradually discovered that things were not as good as I thought... I couldn't reach the core of the kingdom, but they controlled me. The people in the Kingdom have too much information about me, and they can easily destroy my current status. I have to do everything the kingdom asks me to do, but I also have to deal with you.
The more I fucked, the more I felt like a kingdom dog, and they were keeping me on a chain. But that’s how it is, there’s nothing you can do about it, just live one day at a time. "
John said nothing and listened to Badman's narration in silence.
"The days went on like this until three years ago. After the kingdom collapsed, Morton's power was greatly reduced. I thought this was an opportunity to jump ship and run away. At first, I planned to talk to them about the conditions and sign a contract. It’s a good time for everyone to get together and relax…”
John Xin said you are a fucking idiot. If you still expect the contract they provide, you will never be able to turn around.
"But the people in the kingdom are crazy." Badman said, "They urgently contacted me that day and asked me to find a way to attack Gongsun Ce and kill him without mercy.
I simply said I would not do this. This mission is so fucking bizarre. It’s obvious that they want to treat me as an outcast and put the blame on me. But the people in the kingdom are very tough...very tough..."
"So tough that I don't want to be a dog anymore."
Badman put on his sunglasses and said bitterly: "I found a reason to meet with the three core people and killed them all in one go. They were all die-hard Kingdomists, and I thought about knocking out all the nails one by one. Pull it out, and I will take advantage of the weak stage of the kingdom to get rid of it completely. I didn’t expect that the matter would be broken...you know what happened after that, the earrings."
John held back his temper and finally exploded after hearing this.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" John shouted filial piety, "Idiot! You are always so smart, and your self-righteousness has caused all the bitter consequences you have now!!"
Badman's eyes dodge, like a child who has done something wrong.
"I don't dare, boss." He said, "Everyone treats me as a dog, only you and the guys treat me as a brother. I really can't tell you...
You trust me so much, how can I tell you that I have been a traitor since I joined the gang? "
John had a lot to say. John couldn't say anything.
John punched Badman hard enough to make his nose bleed.
Badman wiped the blood from his nose and said, "What should I do, boss? I am a traitor and I have killed my own family members. According to the rules, why do you have to kill me?"
"You just saved my life this morning. You've saved my life countless times before," John said. "What do I do?"
What else could he do?
Destiny is a fucking thing...karma and right and wrong are entangled together, and you can't tell the difference no matter what. Fortunately, he is not a messenger of justice. He is a gangster, a gangster with bloody hands. Then just keep walking in the mud until the end of your life.
After all, they are all villains who will go to hell sooner or later.
"Let's go. Go back." John said, "Tell everyone. From now on, no matter how anyone treats you, please bear with me."
"Okay, boss, I'll listen to you!" Badman grinned, "I've finished telling my story, why don't you tell me yours too?"
"What can I say?"
"Your current ability is what the most dangerous dragon species should do, but no matter how you think about it, I don't think you were so embarrassed before. You must have hidden your tricks before, brother."
Badman is always like this. He can't understand the general direction, but when it comes to combat, his observation and intuition are extremely sensitive.
"Remember the conditions of Deathwing?"
"Remember, only those who are loyal to you can get the bonus of feathers."
"The Wings of Death can scatter up to 35 feathers..."
John took out the skull-like mask and stared into the cold eye sockets. The skull mask seemed to be mocking him.
"At this time, I can deprive 35 of my subordinates of their lives in exchange for the death of one enemy."
Badman's mouth grew larger and larger.
"Scope?" Badman asked eagerly, "Time?!"
"Very wide. Instant death."
"Holy shit! Boss, do you know what this means?!" Badman was frothing at the mouth, "Let whoever you want die die! You can even try to assassinate the emperor and the president! You... you know How many things can be accomplished with this ability!"
"Yes," said John, "but I can't afford it."
Badman's mouth kept opening and closing, and finally turned into a long sigh. He patted the boss on the shoulder hard and cursed: "We two short-sighted people really deserve to be in the underworld!!"
"You're right." John smiled rarely, "I won't be a gangster anymore."
"You don't want to join the underworld to recruit people?"
"Okay, let's recruit."
John and Badman laughed louder and louder, unable to stop laughing.
The two idiot-like gangsters walked out of the hospital under the surprised eyes of others. The first person who greeted them made John's eyes darken.
A purple-haired maid stood in front with her arms folded, greeting the two gangsters proudly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew you were here! How is Shigure doing in the end... Don't ignore me and move forward!!"
"What's the matter?" John sighed.
"What's the matter!" Chen Bao said angrily, "We just finished saving the city together this morning! Why don't you gangsters have a celebration party after you've made a huge sum of money!"
"No."
Badman promptly broke the news: "We usually find a place to have a drink or two."
"Then you can come to the store where I work. We serve drinks in the store."
"Sounds good!" Badman winked, "Boss, let's have a drink first!"
If John knew what type of store someone worked in, he would probably give a completely different answer. But it is a pity that the cunning and fierce skull lacks some knowledge that can only be obtained in two-dimensional works.
The visit of the leader of the city's largest mafia organization to the ruined maid cafe became a gossip that was talked about in the school forum for the next week, but that was a story for another day.
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Before the administrator of the school forum could learn about the latest gossip, he was having tea with an old friend.
"Ah! I haven't been to work for a long time, and my muscles and bones are aching all over. I'm going to take a good rest this time."
Mo Yuankai gave him a cup of tea and said with a smile: "I can see that Zi Jing, you worked really hard this time, your hair turned red!"
Chi Zijing pulled the red hair on his head with a sad look on his face.
"Brother Mo, tell me, if I tell them this is the price of using a special attack, will everyone believe it?"
Mo Yuankai tried his best to hold back his laughter: "A person whose Kai Da used the fist move is the Red Emperor's Sky-Conquering Fist, his special move is the Red Emperor's Sword, his original hair is red, and his last name is 'chi', how do you think everyone knows how to do it?" What do you think?"
Chi Zijing slapped his thigh and said seriously: "He must be a big fan of the great Emperor Lingyang!"
Mo Yuankai slumped down on the sofa and said with a shy expression, "As long as you are happy. By the way, is there a mini version of the ice cream god?"
"The minimum size is 2.1 meters. If you want to get bigger, you can go to the street and challenge it."
Mo Yuankai looked at his belly and shook his head regretfully.
Chi Zijing rubbed the rim of the teacup with his fingertips, pondered for a while, and said, "Brother Mo, there is something that puzzles me this time."
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"What's wrong?"
"As you all know, I used my ability to hide myself this morning." Chi Zijing said slowly and leisurely, "The standard I set is the combat power of ordinary citizens below the manifest level. The scene at that time was too chaotic and the strength was insufficient. It’s better not to participate. But..."
However, Mo Yuankai, who had already lost his combat effectiveness, participated in today's battle.
The information dealer said with a smile: "Zijing, there are 5.7 million people in the whole city! It can't be so accurate. Isn't it normal for there to be a small error?"
"What you said makes perfect sense." Chi Zijing nodded repeatedly, "There must be errors! Then I can rest assured. How are the devils and the others?"
"Ace is still sleeping." Mo Yuankai said with a complicated mood, "As the eldest brother, I am really feeling a little emotional. In the blink of an eye, the younger brother has become so strong, maybe even more powerful than I was back then."
"Isn't this a great thing? If my little brother is great, you can fish with peace of mind."
"You just think about fishing every day."
Chi Zijing said gently: "You are always happy if you can catch fish."
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If Gongsun Ce could hear this speech from the president, he would definitely express his support in terms of ideas and oppose in terms of actions. There is no other reason. Although Mr. Gongsun, who is currently lying in bed and sleeping, is touching the fish openly, he does not feel very happy, but only feels a little confused.
"Does it have to be like this every time after a fight? Go to an inexplicable place and do some inexplicable things?"
Gongsun Ce sat cross-legged in the middle of the gray building, feeling deeply sad.
The building can only be called architecture because it has no identifying features. A square gray box, the four walls and ceiling that separated this place from the other place, that was all he observed. In the center of the building, in front of Gongsun Ce, was a gray flame burning. Needless to say, this is Gongsun Ce’s obsession, his Nirvana.
Nirvana burns in the pure white fireplace, which is one of the three "furnishings" in the room. The remaining two pieces are the Final Sword hanging on the wall, and the Nether Child hiding quietly in the corner. They are surrounded by ink-colored magic circles, and you can tell at a glance that they were the seals set by Yan Qi.
"Can anyone tell me where this is?" Gongsun Ce said without hope, "Alandia? Is Mr. Lan here?"
No one answered, Gongsun Ce could only feel it quietly. This time, the perception in his heart was sharper than ever before, and he suddenly understood where he was. This is the end of the path of silence, but it is also the starting point of the seven paths. After the spiritual connection was completed, the starting point and the end in his mind overlapped, as if it was the intention that everything had just begun.
"Okay. If I am already at the end of the road, then where should the existence after the end be..."
Gongsun Ce looked at Nie Yan expressionlessly, wishing he could give himself a few slaps.
He has never understood so deeply why teachers and seniors always tell him so earnestly not to think too much, not to think too much, and not to be smart. Now he fully understands how right Teacher Yan is. Because when he said these words, when he thought of this idea, the gray flames instantly rose up and turned into black and red calamity flames!
The calamity flames rose higher and higher, the flames licked the ceiling, and the fire occupied half of the room. The flame seemed to be connected to a certain place, even a few feet away from this room. A black and red figure gradually emerged from the fire, with murderous intent as sharp as a sword, and with a violent persistence that wanted to destroy everything!
The black and red figure stepped forward, leaving footprints like burn marks on the gray floor. Her appearance made the whole house crumbling, and Gongsun Ce's temple was about to be crushed by her presence!
But she had no intention of restraining her aura. Her murderous intent and destructive desire became more and more violent, and she was about to break Gongsun Ce himself to pieces. Only now did Gongsun Ce understand how friendly and kind the kings he had come into contact with before were. His current mental strength was much stronger than before, but even so, he would be shaken to pieces by the existence of this person!
"Calm down! Can you calm down first!!"
The calamity flames surged, forming a thin sword that Gongsun Ce was very familiar with in the hands of the black and red figure. The flames gradually faded away, and her true appearance was about to emerge. Gongsun Ce immediately closed his eyes to prevent himself from being directly assimilated by the other person's existence. He raised his hands in the air and shouted before the opponent could speak: "The Eternal Law Envoy will kill without mercy!"
"..."
The murderous intention faded a little, but the attack did not come, which made Gongsun Ce feel relieved. He remembered the other party's name, controlled his mouth with unprecedented determination, and told himself not to say anything, never to say anything.
The existence seemed to be approaching him step by step. A cold hand reached out to Gongsun Ce's face. The fingertips traced his eyelids very slowly, touched the tip of his nose, and pressed his lips, like a blind man touching something he had not seen. The palm went down his face, passed over his neck, and rested on his chest.
The palms tightened for a moment, and the manic murderous aura struck again. The figure spoke, and that was the sound he had heard many times before, the sound of the sword! "Empty phase method...! I don't approve it!"
Gongsun Ce remembered the last time he heard this. He finally succeeded. He couldn't control his words: "It's been three years and you're still struggling with this?! I started cultivating it from scratch." Now that you have reached the point of becoming a god, you still struggle with the void phase method!!!"
"Incompatible!"
Gongsun Ce was pushed to the ground by a huge force, and the sword blade stabbed directly towards his chest. He simply broke the jar and said: "Can you defeat the Dragon of Void Light without white matter? Can you kill Master Chi! No! You know, if you don't have that ability, even a constant magician can't kill us. We both lose!!"
The sword edge stayed on his chest, and the words seemed to have an effect. Gongsun Ce struck while the iron was hot: "Look, it has been three years and we have fought so many games together. Can we wait for the dragons to be killed before we consider this matter?"
The figure's voice sounded a little confused: "...Nian?"
"The year is our unit of time measurement. One revolution of the earth around the sun is called a year." Gongsun Ce explained thoughtfully, "I guess you don't understand this very well, because human lifespan is not as long as yours. Ordinary people don't Just live for seventy or eighty years, and if you are lucky, you can live for a hundred years. The oldest man I have ever seen lived for more than four hundred years, and he is probably the only one in the world."
"…………………………"
This time, the existence was silent for a long time. The burning sensation of the calamity flames gradually faded away. In Gongsun Ce's imagination, that person should have restrained the flames and murderous intent, and her aura had shrunk enough that Gongsun Ce could bear it and allowed him to exist stably.
"Eye."
Gongsun Ce opened his eyes.
He saw a black fire.
The long black hair fluttered in the scorching wind, and there were a few streaks of blood red in the night-deep hair. The flaming stars that burst out from the calamity flames rolled to the tips of the hair, burning quietly. The child with ruby eyes stared directly into his eyes, and the cold murderous intent was solidified on the face, covering up the beauty, leaving only solemnity. Her clothes felt familiar to Gongsun Ce. The long black dress, the blood-colored chains, and the fiery cape behind her were exactly the Burning Shadow Spirit Equipment he had used before.
She pressed her hand on Gongsun Ce's chest, and the two looked at each other, but no one said a word.
Gongsun Ce worked very hard to resolve the embarrassment: "Well, I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, although I don't think I need to say this to you... Anyway, this is the first time we meet, I am Gongsun Ce."
The unknown woman still looked at him silently.
"In our common sense, when two people meet, they usually introduce themselves first." Gongsun Ce tried his best to explain, "What is my name?"
"name?"
Miss, do you even have a name? How did you live your life back then? !
"The equivalent of 'who am I'."
This explanation should make it clear to her.
"I am the Silent King."
She touched Gongsun Ce's eyeballs with her fingers.
Later, Gongsun Ce lost consciousness.
