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"Why are we familiar with each other?"

Dark Soul slapped away the hand on his shoulder in disgust.

What kind of person is this? He has no sense of boundaries at all.

"Hey, I was impatient. Sorry, sorry."

The European and American man smiled a few times, then as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a card from his inner pocket.

"Brother, are you interested in learning more?"

Dark Soul glanced at the information on the card and discovered that this man had a problem as he gave the business card with the back facing up.

Don't serious people always face the front so that people can see the theme clearly?

After taking the card, the European and American man took a look at it and said nothing more. He turned around, lowered his head and walked away, disappearing in the crowd.

Dark Soul didn't care and flicked his finger to turn over the front of the card.

[Go to Walsh Men's Bar to release your inner self and find yourself]

【Contact number 536******】

The dark soul looked at him with disgust and threw him away, looking at him with disgust as if he was holding something particularly dirty.

"Fuck, I heard that gays are rampant here, but I didn't expect it to be so prevalent. It's unlucky, really unlucky."

That’s right, the card that the man gave him just now was a gay bar. No wonder he came up and said some weird words for no apparent reason. It turns out that this guy is a weird person.

Dark Soul put on his hood and actively cleared his memory. He was going to the headquarters of the Mafia and was in no mood to care about these guys.

After walking for a while, the Black Soul came to a palace that was decorated in dazzling colors and resembled a Catholic church.

This palace is located in the inner and outer areas of the capital of the Lighthouse Country. It was originally a village hundreds of years ago. Later, it was spotted by a mafia boss and purchased with funds to build the mafia palace in front of us.

You must know that space technology is only controlled by two assassin organizations, the Seven-Colored Gate and the Yama Palace, and other assassin organizations are not qualified to access it.

The value of this secret technique cannot be described as priceless. It can be said that there is not even a handwritten copy of it. It has only been recorded in the mind of the master from generation to generation.

Moreover, the practice method is extremely difficult. So far, no leader has mastered this secret method in more than 500 years.

Only the Seven Colors Sect's leader Qi Sha had a high level of comprehension, but he could barely observe and perform a few small secret attacks.

The Dark Soul looked at the extremely tall gate in front of him, which was inlaid with various expensive gems, agates, and gold.

The most eye-catching and expensive one is the blue-green glasses on the door.

"These eyes are indeed not ordinary. Just looking directly at them gives me the illusion that my back is slightly cold. What a good thing. It would be great if I could have the chance to pry it away and take it back to the Hall of Yama." Black Soul said in his heart.

He raised his hand and knocked on the palace door.

Boom ~ boom ~ boom ~

Rhythmic tapping.

Soon, a man with an ordinary appearance in a black suit came out from the side and came in front of Heihun.

"Sir, this way."

He made a gesture of invitation.

The dark soul withdrew the arm that was knocking on the door and frowned as if he was a little dissatisfied.

It's easy for me to say that I was ordered by Yama Hall to come here to complete a mission for the mafia. What do you mean by not letting me go through the main gate? Do you look down on us?

Have you forgotten how we, Yama Palace and the Seven Colors Sect, combined our swords to defeat you one hundred years ago, forcing you to kneel on the ground without even a chance to beg for mercy?

Black Soul took a deep breath. Since the other party didn't give him face, there was no need for him to be nice to him.

The ancients said, "It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar." You specially did this to me. I want to show you what it means to have friends coming from afar.

Following the leading soldier, the dark soul passed through a corridor and entered a courtyard.

The yard looks very wide to the naked eye, about 15*10 meters wide.

There is a pavilion in the middle of the yard, in which a young man with European and American appearance is sitting cross-legged and practicing.

He is surrounded by flowers and fruit trees. A quick glance reveals endangered ornamental trees and natural medicinal herbs that purify the air.

Jack Holly opened his eyes and looked at Dark Soul with a hint of pride in his eyes.

The day Yang Lin was confirmed dead, he almost flew with joy.

That night, he went directly with the two elders to the largest wine and red-light district in the Lighthouse Country. They fought for the entire night, and he beat up fifty models of the best skin color and figure.

That night, the young general in white robe went in and out seven times, and his laughter lingered in the air for three days without stopping.

Jack Holly assured that that day was definitely the happiest day of his life.

There is nothing more joyful than hearing about the death of a genius from a rival sect.

Especially when the other party is his mortal enemy, someone he dreams of killing.

Last time he cut a wound on his chest, and until now he sometimes has nightmares about the scene of that day every night.

In a dream.

The face was black and could not be seen. All one could see was the young man holding the long sword and swinging it with no expression. He wanted to resist and struggle to fight back, but in the end he found that he could not move at all in the dream and could only take the attack.

Every time he had such a dream, he would wake up at the critical moment.

My head was covered in sweat and the bed sheets were soaked.

His teacher told him that this is called a mental illness, also known as a mental demon. If the mental demon is not eliminated, it will become a major obstacle to future cultivation.

Fortunately, God was merciful and took away Yang Lin's life. Since then, his inner demons have been completely eliminated, and his cultivation speed has been faster than before.

The dark soul sensed the smugness hidden in the other's eyes.

With a cold snort, he walked over and sat down opposite him.

He poured himself a cup of tea.

These guys came when Yang Lin died, but they all came with smiles on their faces.

It's like coming to someone's wedding instead of a funeral.

This made Heihun very angry. If Elder Si hadn't stopped him on the spot, he would have definitely taught this shameless guy a lesson.

Although Yang He and Yang Lin had only known each other for a few days, after fighting together he truly recognized this companion from the bottom of his heart.

Whether in terms of strength or ability to complete tasks, they are all top-notch.

It’s a pity that such a talented person passed away at such a young age.

What a pity, what a pity.

"Yama Palace, Black Soul, tell me what you want to do in Mary Geoise."

Marijoa is the Mafia's external claim, but they are called the Mafia internally.

"I have come to you, Mary Joa, on behalf of Yama Palace, for only one purpose." Black Soul's tone was emotionless, and there seemed to be a cold flash in his eyes.

"Teach you how to use the precious hidden sword." He said in a deep voice, each word sounded powerful and full of strength.

The men standing around the pavilion in the yard took out their ready-made pistols in the blink of an eye and pointed them at the Dark Soul.

Upon hearing this, Jack Holly's expression changed slightly, and he began to smile.

"I didn't hear you clearly just now, please say it again."

Dark Soul's expression remained unchanged, and his tone became even more reserved.

"I say, hand over your precious hidden sword."