Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Fūya Rei grabbed the man with his left hand to block the iron rod that was coming at him, and with a raise of his right hand, the blade pierced through the body of the man shooting with a gun on the left, hitting the artery.

Although it's not fatal, the amount of bleeding probably requires a trip to the emergency room.

He threw the unconscious man aside, dodged the iron rod nimbly, and grabbed the person holding the iron rod.

The corner of his mouth raised in a righteous and evil arc, he pinched the cervical vertebra of the man holding the iron rod, pushed him to the wall, pressed his head and slammed it against the wall.

thump—

There was a loud bang, accompanied by blood splattering everywhere.

Fūya Rei leisurely dodged the splattered blood, punched the timidly retreating enemy on the bridge of his nose and knocked him down, then without looking back reached out and grabbed the last man's neck.

The man's throat was locked accurately and pinched hard. Before he could react, his eyes went dark, blood spurted out, and he passed out due to excessive suffocation.

Fūya Rei once again easily avoided the bloodstains. His every move was elegant and graceful, as if he was dancing a passionate, wild and dazzling tango.

His quick and extremely powerful strikes and extremely difficult moves give people great pressure and shock. His fighting style is extremely brutal, and every movement is extremely smooth, making people unable to help but immerse themselves in a feast of violent aesthetics, and uncontrollably become passionate and excited.

In just two minutes, no one was standing in the alley except Jiang Gu Ling.

The ground and walls were covered with blood.

Violent, dangerous, and cruel.

Just like the feeling that Rei Furuya gives people at this moment——

Suit thugs!

Rei Furuya carefully took the well-protected red rose from his suit pocket and gently placed it on a pool of blood.

Combined with the way he just attacked the enemy with such ferocious force, there was actually a sense of absurdity and horror, as if he were a tiger sniffing roses.

He looked at Rose with a slightly frivolous look, but his tone was extremely gentle:

"Leave the last bit of tenderness in my hand to the roses picked at night."

The red rose's green stem quickly became stained red with blood, and its delicate petals were also stained with blood. From a distance, it seemed as if it had been drinking blood in the darkness, swaying in the night wind, becoming even more red and attractive.

On the quiet path, green vines grow wildly, and blood trickles into the gray tiles at the roots.

Fūya Rei flicked the thin blade in his palm, and a drop of blood from the tip of the blade dripped onto the ground.

He looked towards the corner with a smile in his eyes, and his voice was mysterious and elegant, dangerous and seductive at the same time: "Peace."

In the quiet alley, charming laughter could be heard, like a witch singing in the night.

Vermouth's charming figure walked out, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, her red lips the same color as roses.

The dazzling superstar makes the dark and strange alley seem to be focused with bright lights, like a magnificent award hall.

She turned a blind eye to the mess on the ground and looked at Fūya Rei in amazement. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of innocence and clarity and wanton charm, which was contradictory yet extremely attractive.

Stepping over the corpse lying on the ground, she said with a smile, "Although I didn't see Mr. Detective, seeing you is enough to surprise me."

"——Bourbon."

The eldest son of the fallen angel family.

I still remember that Gin seemed to have said that Bourbon's personality was that of a weak intelligence officer. I wonder if his face felt painful when he saw this scene.

Furiya Ling chuckled softly and walked slowly to the front of the celebrity. With a hint of apology in his tone, he said gentlemanly, "It is really rude to let the lady see such a bloody scene."

Vermouth's fingertips hooked a strand of slightly curly blonde hair and asked cooperatively, "Then how do you plan to make amends?"

Fūya Rei pretended to think seriously for a moment, then said seriously, "I'll go shopping with you, and I'll pay."

Vermouth couldn't help laughing, and said politely, "Okay, then I'll forgive you for standing me up before."

"After all, it happened so suddenly." Furuya Rei shrugged and said helplessly, "Who would have thought that Calvados was such a loser that someone would kidnap the detective right from his hands?"

"Who is that person?"

Vermouth looked angry. After the cute detective was kidnapped, she turned into the dangerous Bourbon. Tsk.

Seeing how ruthless Bourbon's attack just now was, he must have been very angry.

Fūya Rei brushed his hair back from his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead, which made his aura seem even more dangerous.

He looked at the dim sky, his eyes filled with interest and amusement, and his tone contained false tolerance, as if indulging his little brother: "Kamu thinks that man is very interesting and insists on playing with him. How childish."

Belmode:......

The superstar's expression became strange. Even though she had a filter for the detective, she was well aware of the detective's unusual train of thought.

The fun and entertainment mentioned by the detective who treats people as aliens is probably an inevitable natural disaster.

She perfunctorily sympathized with the unfortunate individual for less than a second before excitedly saying, "Please tell the detective that I'm also interested in that person. If the detective gets bored, you can leave it to me."

You're very brave to attack the detective!

Furuya Rei paused subtly for a moment, then decisively backstabbed Akai Shuichi and Vermouth: "Okay, it's his honor."

He really wanted to see Vermouth's expression when she found out that the man was Akai Shuichi. It must be very beautiful.

Vermouth left satisfied, she knew very well the purpose of Bourbon's appointment.

The first is to inform the organization of his whereabouts.

The second is to warn the organization not to disturb his current fun.

The third is to warn her to maintain the status quo and not to act rashly.

What a scary man.

He is indeed the man who can single-handedly suppress the willful Camus Brandy and the broken-legged Tennessee.

Bourbon, could it be the main personality?

She touched her red lips ambiguously, and her vague laughter in the dim sky sounded like a demon at a devil's hour.

After Vermouth left, the unbridled dark aura surrounding Fūya Rei disappeared.

He walked slowly towards Shuichi Akai's safe house, and a closer look revealed that he looked somewhat reluctant.

Furiya Rei knew that now was not the time to exchange information, and it would be best if he did not expose himself to the FBI. Otherwise, the FBI would use him to obtain information by any means necessary, or threaten him to help.

We are all within the national system, so we all know each other.

Because of this, he had to put on his detective card again when he returned.

It's not that detective cards are bad, but——

When he thought of how many desserts Shuichi Akai bought, he subconsciously wanted to cover his cheeks.

Furiya Rei had a mask of pain on his face. The detective's sweet tooth was really killing him.

As he walked through the scenery of the demonic moment, he couldn't help but let out a wail in his heart.

Hiro, I need you—

You can definitely make a dessert that isn’t sweet, right?

It must be possible, right?

The detective urgently needs a chef to feed him.