Fog Era

Tick, tick, golden raindrops fall into the heart lake, pouring on an inch of virtual lotus.

oh la la, oh la la, cold rain fell on Tokyo, dripping in the cold night.

A dark alley, full of rubbish, stinks and unpleasant smells.

bang!

A person suddenly rushed out of the small door on the side. He was panicked and anxious, staggering. He looked around with fear on his face, while fleeing hard.

He has completely ignored the inferior leather shoes with splashes and the cheap suit drenched in the rain.

Someone is chasing him.

In the alley behind, just under the entangled neon, in the bone-scraping cold wind, like a ghost, silent and very ruthless tracking him, preparing to tear him to pieces.

"No, don’t find me, don’t find me..." The man ran in a panic, and suddenly his feet slipped, oh la la rolled in the sewage and hit his head in the trash can. On, battered and exhausted.

But he didn't have time to tidy up, so he used his hands and feet to get up and continued to run in panic.

In the darkness behind, footsteps seemed to be heard, at a moderate pace, murderous-looking.

"No, it’s nothing to do with me, it’s nothing to do with me!!"

The man yelled in Japanese and threw a few empty bottles into the darkness like crazy Can, and then continue to flee in panic amidst the clanging of bottles and cans.

He escaped.

Then flee.

From alleys to streets, from quiet places to crowded places. Coming into the crowd, the man subconsciously felt a little safe. But panicked eyes swept across the crowd, and suddenly saw a silhouette behind the crowd.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket and walked towards him at a moderate pace with a serious murderous aura.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He ran and ran, I don't know how long he ran.

He ran on foot, he grabbed a motorcycle, and he crashed the motorcycle on the side of the road, and then continued on foot. The scene of all around has been changing, but the black silhouette seems to never change, just hanging on his all around at a moderate pace, hunting with incomparable patience, just like...wolves.

Yes, it's a wolf.

Wolves are group actions, the black silhouette, no, to be precise, the black silhouettes are also group actions.

They are like a pack of wolves, alternately chasing the embarrassed man, making him dizzy, making him feel at a loss, and making him only subconsciously to escape in a direction that he thinks is safe.

Finally, he fled to an old factory.

When the man rushed into the factory gate in a panic, he suddenly stopped, his face pale with extreme fear.

He knows this factory.

Many people know it.

This is the battlefield for Daxing to wipe out the new barbarians.

Now, in the small square in the middle of the factory, among the old rusty industrial pipelines, there is no lack of majestic texture. Some people are eating.

It's raining, and umbrella under the rain. The big tent umbrella propped up a dry area with a big dining table. There is a person who is eating at the dinner table. This person is tall and calm. In the shadows under the tent, he looked like a deadly king.

all around there are black clothed persons standing and guarding him on all sides. These murderous-looking black clothed persons are enough to attract attention no matter where they appear, but now, in front of the person who is eating, they seem insignificant .

Bang, the factory gate is closed behind him.

The man in the suit shivered and turned abruptly, only to see a brawny man walking in the direction of the factory gate under the rain.

"Dare to betray my brother, I fucking kill you!" The spirit brawny man angry roar rushed forward fiercely. He didn't use any weapons, but he punched and kicked the man in the suit. The man in the suit was thrown into the rain as soon as he met his face, then he was picked up by the collar, and hit him with a heavy fist.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The furious brawny man pushed him in the rain and beat him continuously. Angrily threw a string of sprays with his fists, and in the blink of an eye he beat the torn skin and gaping flesh of the man in the suit, and the blood overflowed in the rain.

"Big brother." A lustrous pretty boy walked up to the person who was eating, and whispered: "Ready."

"en." The eating man was nodded.

As soon as the handsome boy waved his hand, several black clothed persons hurried over with their dinner plates. The silver dinner plate is placed on the big table, the silver lid is lifted, and the delicious food is full of color, fragrance, and fragrance in the cold wind. And so many delicacies disappeared in pieces from the mouth of the living Hades, and he ate the amount of several people alone.

Boom, the beating on the other side is coming to an end.

The face covered in blood of the man in the suit, his eyelids were all swollen, his teeth were broken, and he was crawling hard in the cold rain. He slowly climbed to the front of the tent, tried to kneel up to the king who was eating, and said in Chinese arduously: "Zun...Zun brother...It's none of my business, Zun brother..."

"Nothing. What's your matter?" The handsome boy next to him immediately snorted: "Are you thinking that we are stupid, selling dad was kidnapped at your casino, how can Xinranyi find your door so accurately? And a big living man from You were kidnapped from the yard. There was no warning beforehand and there was no news afterwards. You dare to say that it's none of your business?"

The brawny man next to him heard the name of the father, and his face became more angry. , Raising his foot to face the man in the suit is a violent stomping, wishing to slam him directly.

Then the big guy who was eating put his chopsticks aside.

Boom, with a sound, the brawny man stopped his hands.

The pretty boy is a rotten boy flying, the brawny man is a grumpy D, and the living Hades who eats is the Black Venerable.

Looking at the man in the suit, Hei Zun wiped his mouth and said: "Kawamoto-san, today is a beautiful day. The same weather and the same location give me the opportunity to do the same thing."

What's the matter?

The man in the suit felt bad instinctively, but before he had time to speak, all around black clothed persons had already swarmed him to stand him up. Drops, drops, drops are the sound of cars. A light came through the rain curtain. It was a pancake. He drove up a forklift, which raised upwards with an iron rack.

The black clothed person slammed the man in the suit on the iron rack, and then cracked all his hands and feet and locked them firmly.

Black Zun stretched his hand under the table, and when he raised his hand, he already grabbed a handful of katana in his hand.

Hey, the flicking knife came out of its sheath, and the pattern on the body of the knife is smooth, with some dark purple patterns. It is a good knife.

And when the black lun came by holding the handle of the knife and carrying the knife, the boundless great power seemed to be crushed by the man in the suit. The man in the suit had a frightened expression and had already begun to tremble with fear. He only felt that the legend of the people in front of him was not only not exaggerated, but also far less than one-tenth of the truth.

This Black Venerable is not a person, but a devil, and a ghost!

"The black warrior said that his Blade Technique is good. In fact, my Blade Technique is far better than him. Just use this and a saber to do the same thing." Tone barely fell, stabbed, Fast as lightning, pu chi directly stabbed the man in the suit and put it on. Then he drew the knife, and there was blood flowing out of the wound.

The Black Venerable swung the knife to throw off the remaining blood on the knife body, and put the knife into its sheath. He looked at the man in the suit, his voice was flat and full of oppression force: "If you say it's nothing to do with you, then tell me who it is. From now to the rescue limit, you still have four minutes and fifty seconds, cherish the rest of your life. ."

Boom, a countdown clock was buckled on the tabletop.

Boom, Guobing tapped the button, and the man in the suit was picked up by a forklift.

"Brother Zun! Forgive me, I dare not say, I really dare not say--!"

The screaming howl echoed in the wind and rain, reflecting Out of Tokyo’s chaotic background.