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On the huge tarmac of the headquarters of the Italian Killer Party, Murong Xun and his party got off the plane.

"Flavio, Mr. Jintian summoned you urgently."

At this time, an attendant beside Mr. Jintian appeared in front of him, leading Murong Xun into the room in a hurry.

Murong Xun didn't say a word, and kept a stern face the whole time, just walking quickly with the people.

From the tarmac to Mr. Kinda's bedroom, he knew the road very well.

When they came to Mr. Jintian's bedroom, the servants reported that Mr. Jintian had fallen asleep, and asked Murong Xun if he wanted to wake him up.

Murong Xun waved his hand to make people back off, and then quietly entered Mr. Jin Tian's bedroom by himself.

When he came to his bed, the servant placed a chair by the bed very discerningly, and Murong Xun sat on it, waiting quietly.

It was already an hour later when Mr. Kaneda woke up. He opened his cloudy eyes and saw Aiko who was sitting next to him quietly accompanying him.

"Ah... help me up." He said to the servants.

"Father, you are not feeling well, just lie down." Murong Li found that Mr. Jintian woke up, and quickly told him not to get up.

Picking up the water glass next to him, Murong Shang asked, "Do you need some water?"

"Drink a little." Mr. Jintian didn't even get up, and took a straw from the cup Murong Shang handed over.

"Father, why did you faint? Do you need me to help you?" After drinking the water, Murong Xun began to get to the point. Mr. Jin Tian's body has always been strong, and as an Italian, he is particularly strong, and he did not He has reached the standard of being fat, and usually he often wields knives and guns, and suddenly becomes ill for no reason.

Listening to Aiko's concerned tone, Mr. Jintian waved his hand weakly: "Actually, it's not unusual for me to faint. In the past few days, I always feel palpitations and occasionally muscle weakness, so that yesterday's fainting was almost logical. "

"Have you investigated why you did this? Is it because of your poor health, or was someone doing it on purpose?" Murong Xun said in a completely blunt manner. Who made him the foster father and son who had the best relationship with Mr. Jin Tian?

When it comes to the relationship between Murong Yu and Mr. Jintian, it has to start with Murong Yu's wanderings when he was a child.

At that time, the little Murong Xun's parents died, and none of the relatives on both sides wanted to adopt him.

Later he became a little homeless, sleeping on the street all day, being bullied by beggars, and beaten by homeless men who were older than him.

One day he couldn't bear it any longer, and he took out a group of homeless people with a ruthless attack.

They wailed and wailed on the ground, they didn't expect that what they encountered today was not good, the leader clamored to call more people to send Murong Xun to heaven, so that he was ready to die at any time.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Murong Xun's immature voice was different from that group of guys who couldn't even speak Italian, and then he played with a rough-made small pistol with his little hand, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Seeing this scene, the leader of the homeless man stared at this scene, and subconsciously touched his trouser pocket. Unexpectedly, his favorite homemade pistol was taken away by Murong Xun during the fight!

"You! Give me back the pistol!" The pistol is not something that can be touched randomly. Although he made this pistol by himself, it can really be fired.

Sure enough, the next second, Murong Xun pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the sky.

"Ah! Big brother! It's my little brother who has blind eyes and offended you. I won't dare to do it again. Your lord has a lot, so just let me go!" The group of homeless people have always bullied the weak and feared hard work, but now this little kid in front of him They actually shot. The homeless people were afraid of death. They were afraid that this person would shoot at him in the next second.

"Get lost!" Murong Li said indifferently, and the homeless people immediately fled away.

Murong Xun left this gun, so that he would have something to defend himself in the future.

At the end of this incident, cheers suddenly came from the dark place in the alley: "Good! You have such courage and courage at such a young age, I admire you."

"Who?" Murong Xun's nerves, which had just been relaxed, tensed up again in an instant, pointing the gun at the place where the sound came from.

"Young man, don't be afraid, I'm Mr. Jin Tian." A group of people suddenly came out from the shadows. The appearance of the boss.

Even though the Assassin Party had already dominated at that time, where Murong Xun had heard of Mr. Jin Tian at that time, he naturally didn't know who he was.

"Young man, you have no relatives and no reason, do you want to go back with me, I will feed you, and you call me foster father?" Mr. Jintian raised his hand, and suddenly grabbed Murong Yu's wrist, and when he broke it, Murong Yu's wrist "clicked" "One sound, it broke.

"Hiss." Unexpectedly, his wrist broke, and Murong Xun gasped in pain, but he didn't yell or cry.

After Murong Shui's wrist was broken, his gun was taken into Mr. Jin Tian's pocket.

Mr. Jintian seemed to think that breaking his wrist was considered light, and he asked calmly, "Think about it, will you come with me?"

"Follow!" Murong Shui bared his teeth at Jin Tian, ​​and squeezed out the word from between his teeth.

"Okay, I'm in charge of your hand." Mr. Jintian showed a satisfied smile, and took away the little Murong Xun.

What Murong Shui thought at the time was actually very simple. There is nothing more tragic than sleeping on the streets and relying on fighting to survive. If someone is willing to take him in, even if it is just to make him a slave, he will accept it.

As long as you can survive.

Unexpectedly, with such a promise from him, he immediately embarked on a road of no return. He became one of Mr. Jintian's many adopted sons. , are both adopted sons of Mr. Kinda.

Isn’t that right? They are all raised by Mr. Jintian. They learn martial arts, boxing, knives and guns every day, and they have to undergo assessments every few days. The knives are also real, just like a military concentration camp, and they will suffer the most tragic elimination.

Either die or live.

It was the first time Murong Xun killed someone. The gleaming silver dagger pierced his companion's chest in one fell swoop, and when he came out again, gushing red blood poured out all over his body.

Holding the knife in his trembling hands, he watched the boy his own age fall to the ground, twitching, and finally motionless.

He was terrified, but in the next second, another boy with a knife came towards him like crazy. He had no time to react, so he could only fight him. In the end, the boy also died from his own knife. Down.

The little Murong Xun looked at the dead man on the ground, his throat was blocked and he couldn't cry, but he shed tears uncontrollably.

no!He can't just die like them, doing nothing!

So he worked harder to learn what the party taught him, and worked harder to survive the brutal elimination.

At the age of 15, he was sent to Mr. Jintian as one of the few "elites".

Looking at Mr. Jin Tian whom he hadn't seen for several years, a smile appeared on Murong Xun's cold and mean face.