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

The words of Deputy Leader Cigar made Fūya Rei's face change slightly. The emotion of social death and shame made the corners of his mouth twitch secretly, and he almost covered his face and fled from the earth.

Thanks, I've dug my way into a presidential suite with my toes.

His ears flushed as he angrily explained, "I'm not, don't spread rumors."

The man took a drag on his cigar, leaned over to Furuya Rei, exhaled a puff of smoke towards him, and said ambiguously, "You're so cute when you say one thing and mean another."

Fūya Rei choked and turned his head away to cough.

Damn, I really want to blow his head off!

He struggled restlessly, but his wrists were locked tightly by the handcuffs. The cold metal cut his wrists, and blood flowed down the handcuffs.

When he noticed that the man's eyes were even hotter and full of undisguised malice, Furuya Rei trembled and stopped.

He coughed a few times with pale lips, raised his eyes and looked up at the man. His eyes were filled with tears and misty, and he looked listless like a rose wet by a storm, pitiful and lovely.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his uneasiness revealed a determination to find a way out for himself. "Tennessee has offended you. Go and find trouble with him, and I can provide him with information about him."

The man reached out to stroke his blond hair, but the little canary turned away in disgust.

He sneered and stretched out his arm to ruffle the man's hair into a mess.

Seeing the little canary's ashamed and angry look, the man said in a cheerful tone, "Are you willing to betray him?"

Fūya Ling nodded quickly, his expression uncertain, but his tone smooth and natural, without any abnormality, as he said, "Yes, I am willing to betray him. Please don't hurt me. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its creditor. Go find Tennessee!"

The man extended his index finger and slid it down the button of his hospital gown from his neck. He stared at Fūya Rei's unpleasant expression with greedy eyes and said provocatively, "How could I bear to hurt you? You're a canary that has been carefully raised. It would be a shame not to taste it."

Furuya Rei uttered a single syllable in disbelief: "Huh?"

It's clearly a conspiracy and a trend of power, so why are you gifted enough to turn to a colorful place?

The lustful deputy leader pulled hard, and the buttons of the hospital gown fell off and hit the thick carpet with a muffled sound.

Fūya Rei felt a chill on his chest, and his clothes were violently torn open, revealing his smooth chest and strong abdominal muscles.

His body was cold and his innocence was in jeopardy.

Seeing that the man was about to attack, his eyes suddenly turned like the abyss, and the slight curve of his mouth was chilling.

He moved his wrist slightly and snapped his fingers slowly, and the handcuffs fell off.

Under the deputy leader's astonished gaze, Jōgō Rei twisted his arm with one hand, and with the other hand, he picked up the ashtray on the bedside table and smashed it hard on his head.

The deputy leader's face turned pale as he quickly retreated, only to be knocked onto the bed by Fūya Rei's knee. Then the ashtray hit him on the head, causing a bloody scene.

Blood flowed from his forehead to the center of the white bed sheet, turning it into a deep red.

"shit!"

The deputy chief cursed loudly.

Fūya Rei laughed, his expression unclear, then held down his hands and handcuffed him to the head of the bed in the same position. He then punched him in the temple, knocking him unconscious.

Outside the door, the bodyguards seemed to sense something was wrong and knocked on the door to ask questions, each one more urgent than the last.

Fūya Rei tore off the blood-stained hospital gown and threw it onto the bed, which happened to hit the man's face.

He was shirtless and quickly picked up a clean black windbreaker from the hanger and put it on.

At the same time, he turned on his toes and headed towards the door.

His footsteps were as light as a cat's, especially on the soft carpet, making them soundless. The long sleeves of his black windbreaker fluttered behind him, making him look like a ghost about to merge into the darkness.

There was a loud 'bang'.

The bodyguard, noticing something unusual, broke down the door.

Furuya Rei straightened his sleeves, and his brisk, nasty voice, with a rising melody, spread across the room: "Ah, you showed up just in time~"

He looked up and saw seven tall and strong men squeezing in from the door. His smile froze suddenly.

Fūya Rei's face was full of disgust. He was so big and strong, and his appearance was no match for the organization.

He looked at the bodyguards, his eyes fixed, as if he had understood something. He closed his eyes in pain and spoke with difficulty: "I really want to get into the water."

I'm not clean anymore.

I was actually carried to the hotel by a man like a princess.

Only by entering the water can he get clean and forget the painful thing for a while.

But it’s not possible now.

For a moment, Fūya Ling felt dejected and stared at the gun in the bodyguard's hand with a dead look.

I don’t know if this person’s shooting skills are accurate, and whether he can send him to Yomi Hirasaka with just one bullet.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the deputy leader lying dead on the bed, sneered, "You're finished!"

Fūya Rei's expression darkened as he picked up the vase of lilies on the coffee table, took out the bright and juicy lilies and threw them on the deputy leader's head.

In an instant, the pure lilies were dyed red with blood.

Fūya Rei threw the vase hard, hitting the head of the bodyguard who was rushing towards him.

Bodyguard No. 1's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

Without even looking at him, Fūya Ling flashed around and cut off the arm of bodyguard No. 2 who was attacking him, snatched the gun from his hand, smashed it on his head, and then grabbed him to block the leg of bodyguard No. 3 who was kicking at him.

He threw the unconscious man aside and punched Bodyguard Number Four on the leg. The man stumbled and fell towards Rei Furuya. Rei Furuya struck him with a knife without mercy, and he fainted before he could even say a word.

Fūya Rei nonchalantly stepped on the bodyguard and complained in a pompous tone, "The FBI was robbed on their own turf. What a waste of taxpayers' money."

Shuichi Akai, you are so useless (pointing and talking).

He yawned and pretended to look at his empty wrist: "It's getting late, let me see who arrives first in ten minutes."

He casually grabbed Number 5 and Number 6 who were rushing towards him from both sides and slammed them hard. Both heads made a loud muffled sound and their bodies fell down limply.

Fūya Rei took a half step back, put his gun against the chest of bodyguard No. 7 who was stabbing him with a fruit knife, and pressed it down without hesitation.

'boom! '

There was a small gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the bodyguard's chest, and blood splattered.

Fūya Rei suddenly realized that a silencer was installed.

He curled his lips, took the fruit knife from the unconscious bodyguard, and threw it out with such speed and force that the fruit knife cut through the air and penetrated deeply into the wooden floor under the carpet, blocking the last bodyguard's feet just in time, almost cutting off the bodyguard's thumb and middle finger.

The bodyguard broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to move until the young man came over, kicked him to the ground, and stepped on his chest.

"It's a bit boring, let's do something to kill time."

The blond young man had cold eyes, an innocent smile on his face, and spoke in a drawn-out tone as if he was acting coquettishly.

The bodyguard was instantly terrified.