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

Bang!

It was like a big watermelon falling to the ground. There was a loud noise when the two heads collided. Suddenly, blood came out of all seven orifices and they fell to the ground.

Another man who made Rei Furuya feel familiar saw that all the people they brought were defeated in less than a minute. He winked at his companions, tiptoed, and pounced towards Furuya with extremely strong speed and impact, trying to restrict his movements.

Without moving, Fūya Rei raised his leg high and kicked the man in the face, breaking his nose. The man flew backwards, his face sunken in, and he was unconscious.

He looked at the last person with a cold expression. When that person punched him, he suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist to restrain him and bent it downwards decisively.

The man's face turned pale with pain, but he forced himself not to scream. He pulled out a dagger from his left sleeve and slashed it towards Jōgō Rei's eyes with a vicious look.

Jōgō Rei ducked to avoid the attack, raised his leg and swept the man to the ground.

He took the opportunity to step on his abdomen. The huge force made the man's face twisted in pain, and he curled up like a steamed shrimp.

After the last person lay dead, Jōtani Ling came to his senses. He looked down at his hands, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The clone's agility and strength are both super strong. Is it because of the system or the organizational experiment?

He walked slowly to the man and lowered his sleeves slowly. Despite the fierce fight, he was still breathing steadily and there was not a speck of blood on his pure white shirt.

He stepped forward and stepped on the man's chest. He lazily raised his hand to loosen a button, revealing his delicate collarbone. He gently rubbed his reddened knuckles and looked down at the man with a cold gaze. "Purpose."

The man groaned in pain, his face pale as he said, "Sir, we have no ill intentions..."

Without waiting for him to finish, Furuya Rei raised his foot decisively.

bang——

The man was kicked out and hit the wall hard, his head bleeding.

Fūya Rei looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes sending chills down the man's spine. He shuddered and spoke in a weak, halting voice, "We were just assigned a mission to teach you a lesson. We truly didn't intend to kill you."

Fūya Rei nodded slightly, thinking that Rum probably didn't have the courage to do so.

This current situation is probably due to the disappearance of Ramoni and the news that he has become stupid, so he popped up to test the waters.

After the news of his beating of this group of people spread back, it was estimated that the cautious guy Rum would behave himself for a while.

If you show up next time, I’ll fight you again.

Wait until Rum has been at peace for three years before settling the accounts.

Fūya Rei walked to the sofa that he had deliberately protected and sat down, crossing his long legs. Just staring at the group of strong men on the ground, the powerful sense of oppression made the entire space stagnant.

He said coldly, "Get lost."

The man endured the pain and immediately got up from the ground. He turned over his motionless colleagues one by one, and slapped any who were still breathing to wake them up, and then dragged the dead away together.

Five minutes later, the room returned to silence.

Having left the body, Fūya Rei looked down at the clean floor and nodded with satisfaction.

But the place where the coffee table was originally placed was empty. It was broken during the fight just now.

Should be able to fool Hiro, right?

But when he turned his head to look at the door with a hole in it, he fell silent.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Fujingguang came back.

He had already boarded the tram, but when he checked the surveillance camera, he found someone breaking into the house. Before he could continue watching, the camera went black.

His gloomy and cold aura in the car almost made people around him call the police.

Zhu Fujingguang suppressed his anxiety and jumped off the tram immediately when it stopped at the station. He directly grabbed and requisitioned a passerby's motorcycle and rushed back.

Before the motorcycle stopped, I saw a big hole in the door and a surveillance camera that was obviously damaged by a bullet.

His heart was pounding, and his hand holding the key was shaking. He suppressed his fear and strode towards the safe house, answering his phone that had been ringing all the way.

"Scotland, where have you been?" Vodka's voice came over.

Zhu Fu Jingguang had already opened the door and walked in. His eyes quickly swept towards the sofa, and his frown quietly relaxed.

Zero is fine, that's great.

He just glanced at the missing coffee table and the scattered bloodstains on the wall. His eyelids trembled slightly, and his eyes were as sharp and cold as a knife: "Someone broke into my safe house and attacked Amuro-kun. Let Gin find someone else for today's mission. I won't go."

His cold voice contained an icy edge that made Vodka on the other end of the phone shudder, but the call was already hung up.

Gin, who had been patiently waiting for Scotland in the warehouse, had apparently heard what he said.

Vodka held the phone and said blankly: "Brother, Amuro Toru was attacked, Scotland said he won't come, what should we do now?"

Gin's eyes darkened, and his dark green pupils became as sharp as an eagle. He took out his cell phone and sent out a few emails.

There was a reply in less than a minute.

Gin looked at the information and slowly frowned.

Did Rum attack Amuro Toru?

He raised his eyelids, and a cold murderous intent slashed through the entire warehouse like an invisible blade. Chianti and the others were silent, and no one dared to touch his tiger's whiskers when he was obviously angry.

"Chianti, Cohen," Gin said indifferently, "The task is left to you."

After saying that, without waiting for their reaction, he adjusted his black top hat, his silver hair fluttering gently, and walked out with big strides.

He exuded a cold and aloof aura, his gaze as cold as ice. The hem of his black windbreaker was lifted by the fierce wind as he moved, as if a crow had spread its wings, about to take off into the sky.

Vodka hurriedly chased after him, his burly body following closely behind his eldest brother.

After Gin left, Chianti slammed the table, his voice sharp and angry: "Gin canceled the mission for Amuro Toru again? If they don't have an affair, I'll make Cohen eat shit!"

Cohen was stunned:? ?

In the Porsche 356A, after Vodka started the car, he felt the low pressure from his big brother and asked tremblingly: "Big brother, should we go find Amuro Toru now?"

Gin gracefully took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with the car's cigarette lighter. After taking a puff, his eyes were obscure and unclear: "He's mentally damaged, so let's not look for him for the time being."

He held the cigarette butt between his bony fingers and gave an address. A sinister smile flashed across his face, and he said in a cold tone, "Go here. I'll talk to Rum."

Vodka widened his eyes. Is Big Brother going to cause trouble for Boss Rum?

In the safe house, Zhu Fujingguang picked up a piece of paper and wiped the blood off the back of the sofa. He came to You Xunran, half-knelt down, looked up at him and asked, "Are you hurt?"

Before the clone could say anything, Furuya Rei walked over and said, "No!"

He raised his chin slightly, and said with dignity and arrogance, "How could I possibly be hurt by a bunch of trash!"