Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 415
Seeing that he was determined to do so, Bing Ci showed a cruel look in his eyes.

The tone of the voice was cold and depressing, "The one who can change the rules must be the one who holds the power behind the scenes, right?"

"Of course," the masked man raised his legs, looking extremely arrogant.

"I see," Bing Ci finished, and opened the stone door again.

Then he turned to the masked man and said, "Sure enough, some things can only be controlled by myself."

"Heh, wait until you can come out and talk about it, you don't know what to do," the masked man said provocatively.

The stone door closed again, this time, faster and heavier than before.

"What are you doing back again?" A voice in the dark asked Bing Ci.

"Defeat you, take over the dark line, and share the leadership of the three provinces," Bing said succinctly.

The top ten masters had nothing to say and could only follow the rules.

There are many people who are greedy for dark lines, but after so many years, apart from Mr. Tang back then, there is no other person who is qualified to be in charge of the dark lines, let alone restart the dark lines all over the mainland intelligence network in Western Capital.

Today, the three provinces are the bottom line of the above.

The young man in front of him, with a sick body, uttered wild words here.

All the people who came to challenge were all offending Mr. Tang back then.

This is the most unforgivable thing for the top ten masters.

Bingci could clearly feel their murderous intent.

She bit her lip and scratched her palm, letting the pain stimulate her brain.

Compared with the previous game, she no longer defended, but took the initiative to attack, using all her strength in every blow.

This body won't last long, so I have to beat them before I fall.

The top ten masters have been training all year round, until their skin and flesh are as hard as a copper wall and an iron wall.

But Bing Ci's fist still made them feel pain.

In the darkness, the top ten masters appeared like ghosts and ghosts, and Bingci moved like the wind, and he did not lose the wind in this dark night.

Outside, a mysterious force sneaked into Fucheng.

The Qingmeng of Xingcheng, the Song family of Yingcheng, and the fourth master Han of Fucheng gathered at the door.

"So many people? Are you welcoming me?" A man who looked gentle and handsome, wearing retro gold-rimmed glasses with a chain, and a white suit said to everyone with a smile.

However, no one paid attention to him.

He also looked like he didn't care, and said to himself: "Everyone, let's go in first."

Everyone immediately looked at him strangely.

And the man put away his hippie smile, his eyes became serious, and he said a simple and rude sentence with his subordinates.

"Do it, beat one at a time, don't kill them."

"Yes, vice president."

Just like that, Gu Ba and the others watched them fight all the way in.

"Niu* is so handsome, do you need to be so graceful in fighting?" Gu Ba's jaw almost dislocated in shock.

"Are these people so savage?"

"It makes me want to be with them, second brother, why don't we go in too, we are not members of the secret organization, why should we abide by their rules?"

Brother Gu Ba was so excited that he couldn't hold back his desire to break in.

"Wait a little longer," Gu Ming was still hesitating, not because he was afraid of offending the dark organization, but because he was afraid that Bing Ci would be unhappy.

However, waiting like this is not an option.

"If you want me to say, let's just go in and get here. It's hard to come here, at least you have to take over the entire dark thread organization." Rong Shi also waited impatiently.

"No, Yang Yang is still inside. Only by defeating the top ten masters can everyone in the dark line be convinced, otherwise, they cannot be mobilized," Tang Jiang looked forward, clearly worried.

Bingci didn't know what was going on outside, her hands were covered with blood, and there were three or four people lying at her feet, her eyes were scarlet, and her left eye seemed to be covered with another color upon closer inspection.

She knelt on one knee, supported her body with her palms, her breathing was disordered, and her hat had long since disappeared.

Even his clear voice became dry and hoarse.

"Come again."

(End of this chapter)