My 23-year-old beauty president

In all fairness, Xia Feng admired young people very much. In this day and age, there are too few people who still follow the rules.

Whether it is a killer or a mercenary, they all live a life of licking blood and fighting with their own lives. This kind of people is actually very sad.

Why do you say that?

Because if one can be a normal and ordinary person, who would go on a road full of slaughter and may lose their life at any time.

Whether it's a killer or a mercenary, there are those who have been trained since childhood, and there are also soldiers who have retired and become monks halfway, but no matter which way they embark on this road, they all have a common problem, they will adapt to this bloody life .

If one day they stop killing people, they will feel afraid, it is a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Xia Feng had experienced this feeling before.

Therefore, many killers and mercenaries seem to have high commissions, but in fact they have no money at all. When they are empty, they will use the money they earn to gamble, to find another kind of excitement, and then embark on the road of killing and making money. The road to a vicious circle.

With the evolution of the times, the rules are also changing, and there are very few people who can really follow the rules, even Xia Feng himself, he can't do it.

Hired people don't betray their employers, but there are too many incidents of betraying their employers in this world, because killers and mercenaries are human, and they also fear death, especially when their strengths are completely unequal, that is a kind of stupidity .

Objectively speaking, following the rules and not following the rules is not an accurate right or wrong.

"Go ahead." The bloodshot young man clenched his teeth, and there was a bit of determination in his frightened eyes.

This actually stopped Xia Feng. His main purpose was to find out who hired these people, attack the Tokugawa family, and use Tokugawa Nitta's daughter as a threat to make him do something.

He caught the wind direction that Japan started to start again, but he didn't know the origin of this wind, but this young man was smelly and hard.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Xia Feng's eyes were sharp.

The young man breathed hard, "I'm afraid, but I will follow my bottom line, even if it means death."

"you!"

The young man grinned, "You dare not kill me, because you want to know our employer, and even more the motive behind it."

These words were undoubtedly meant to provoke Xia Feng on purpose, and his eyes did flicker.

"It's admirable, but unfortunately, I'm not a good person." With a murderous look, Xia Feng squeezed the young man's throat with all his fingers.

Kill him, and a Westerner.

It is true that Xia Feng is young, but he has seen too much. One person is not afraid of death, but it does not mean that the other is not afraid.

There is a big difference between Westerners and Easterners in the persistence of their beliefs, which can be reflected in the army.

Another person died, and he killed another person, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if killing people was commonplace.

Who on earth is he, and why does a man who seems to be very docile turn out to be so ruthless.

Tokugawa Chie stared at Xia Feng, and the sense of fear in her heart also increased. No matter what kind of education she had received and how strong her aura was, after witnessing Xia Feng's killing process with her own eyes, her pure heart was still covered. A lingering shadow.

"Ah!" The Westerner's scream made Tokugawa Chie tremble uncontrollably.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Xia Feng inserted a dagger into Xi'an's thigh, waking him up from his coma.

"Fake squid!" Westerners yelled.

Taking off the cigarette, at the moment of flicking the ash, Xia Feng smoothly stabbed in again, "It's okay, you keep screaming, I won't kill you if I cut your tendons and tendons."

After taking a puff, Xia Feng spit out the cigarette butt, his eyes narrowed into a line, "Do you know how many knives a person can bear to die?"

The Westerner was full of resentment, but he had already lost the ability to resist. He regretted not killing this man immediately. Looking at the young man's body next to him, he hated the young man even more because he brought back a devil.

"I have a brother who is a surgeon. I have learned a lot from him. Killing people with a knife, slowly, will bring a different kind of pleasure. Thank you for giving me such a chance."

As he said that, Xia Feng quickly stabbed the Westerner several times, each part, and the strength and depth of each knife was very well grasped.

He just wants to torture Westerners and constantly destroy the psychological defense of the other side. Only in this way can he get what he wants.

Perhaps this is a kind of cruelty, but Xia Feng is not a good person in the first place.

"Devil, kill Lao Tzu if you have the guts." The Westerner suppressed the severe pain, gritted his teeth and roared.

Xia Feng smiled, "Actually, I like Westerners very much, do you know why?"

"Fake squid!"

Xia Feng ignored the roar of the Westerners, and said slowly, "Because there have been many murdering artists among Westerners, and they left behind many killing techniques, and this technique... will bring a strong sense of satisfaction."

"Thank you again, dear friend, for letting me experience this sense of satisfaction firsthand." Xia Feng turned the knife in his hand, attacking the psychological defense of Westerners as much as possible.

Death is always scary.

Under the stimulation step by step, the psychological defense line of the Westerner was gradually destroyed. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of being tortured to death.

"You lunatic!"

Xia Feng laughed loudly, "Thank you for your evaluation, you guessed it right, I was originally a lunatic."

"Kill me!" The Westerner's eyes showed a strong plea.

"NO!" The knife in his hand is still going on, and Xia Feng is still tearing at the psychology of Westerners who have reached the edge of fragility.

Westerners gritted their teeth, twitched all over their body reflexively, not a single part of their body was still intact, he couldn't understand why a person who didn't seem to have any murderous intent would be so bloody. to other words.

Finally, after half an hour of torture, the psychological defense of the Westerners was completely destroyed.

"I...I tell you, give...give me a happy time."

Xia Feng withdrew the knife and looked at the bloody dagger without looking at the Westerner.

"It's the Yoshikawa family. That damn bastard and I are not in the same group, but we are both employed by the Yoshikawa family. We captured Tokugawa Nitta's daughter in order to threaten him to destroy the upcoming cooperation." Westerners worked hard finished.

The Yoshikawa family, Dragon King!

This answer shocked Xia Feng very much. He couldn't figure out the reason why the Dragon King did this. What is the so-called cooperation?

Perhaps, Tokugawa Nitta will give him the answer.

These days, Xia Feng has only caught some wind directions, but he is still not very clear about some specific matters in Japan.

Going back in time, he appeared in Japan, and the Dragon King was his helper who came with him, and he had a very favorable status in Japan. At that time, in order to force Miyata to come out, he created a fight between several big families.

But with the development of the situation, several major families realized that Miyata was their enemy. When he and Miyata left for the base together, Miyata's people had already fully attacked the several major families.

In other words, the Tokugawa family, the Sato family, the Yoshikawa family, and the Matsumoto family joined forces during this time to destroy Miyata's power.

So, since they all joined forces, what is the purpose of the Dragon King's move?

Xia Feng was puzzled, but he knew that there was one person who could answer him, and that person was Tokugawa Nitta.

"Thank you!"

After killing the Westerner, Xia Feng disposed of this place in a short time, and finally walked towards Tokugawa Chie, and at this time, Tokugawa Chie looked at him with fear in addition to fear.

"You can't look at a person by his appearance. Everyone has an angel in his heart. Similarly, everyone has a devil in his heart."

Xia Feng didn't deliberately enlighten Tokugawa Chie, maybe what she saw tonight would cast a shadow on her for the rest of her life, but this is fate.

He is not a good person, nor is he a pure bad person, nor is he a saint. The acquaintance with Tokugawa Chie tonight is just a farce, nothing more.

Tokugawa Chie was taken home in a daze, and when she got home, she seemed to have lost her soul, and the pictures she saw repeatedly appeared in her mind.

Tokugawa Nitta was very surprised when he learned that his daughter was back, because he had received a call from the kidnapper who threatened him with his daughter's safety, but now that his daughter is back, how did she come back, and who helped her He is busy?

"Mr. Tokugawa."

"Where is Miss?"

"Miss is upstairs, but..." The manager seemed hesitant, making Tokugawa Nitta furious, and cursed, "Baga!"

"Hi!" The steward stood up respectfully, "There is a gentleman waiting for you in the study."

Hearing this, Tokugawa Nitta looked in the direction of the study, his pupils suddenly contracted a few times, and he walked over at a faster pace.

In front of the door, Tokugawa Nitta hesitated for a while, and finally pushed open the door, looking at a figure with his back turned to him, playing with the knife on his knife holder.

"Since ancient times, heroes have loved famous knives. Mr. Tokugawa collects good knives, but does Mr. Tokugawa think he is a hero?"

There was no turning back, just a faint word came.

Tokugawa Nitta frowned, "Who are you?"

In fact, Tokugawa Nitta could guess that the reason why his daughter was able to come back safely was because of the help of this person who turned his back on him, but he would never believe that this person had no plans.

Xia Feng put down the knife smoothly, turned around slowly, with a faint smile, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Hero, does Tokugawa Nitta count?

He himself could not answer the question.

The controllers of big families like them cannot be judged by heroes. If they really have to make a choice, they can only be regarded as heroes.

Heroes will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and for their own benefit, they will do whatever they can and dare to do it. From a certain point of view, they have the essence of a hero.

"Why, it's hard to answer?" Xia Feng sat down lightly, and crossed his legs, "Then, let me change the way of asking, Mr. Tokugawa, what role do you play in Japan?"

Hearing this, Tokugawa Nitta's face was serious, with a lot of doubts at the same time. When he relaxed his nerves, he said, "I am just a family leader, and I am playing the role I should play."

Xia Feng clapped his hands, "But, you almost lost this role."

"Who exactly are you?"

Shrugging, Xia Feng laughed again, "If you say, I'm here to help you, would you believe it?"