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

Affected by gravity, Rei Furuya has been falling.

The scenery around him was rapidly receding, but he was falling irreversibly.

In about a second, Jiang Gu Ling's adrenaline surged, and a crazy and excessive laugh appeared on the corner of his mouth. He swung the blind stick in his hand, and the sharp and strong tip pierced into the wall, sliding down rapidly in a straight line, cutting a deep ditch in the wall.

The cane embedded itself in the wall, sparks flying around it due to Jiang Gu Ling's speed and gravity. His falling speed also slowed down rapidly as the friction between the cane and the wall hindered him.

A second later, he had fallen to the second floor, about five meters from the ground. If he jumped from this distance, his legs would be broken.

Fūya Rei's hands were tightly gripping the cane, and he did not relax even when it was cracked and bleeding from the excessive force and the weight of his body.

By the time he was one meter from the ground, most of the momentum from his fall had been offset.

He suddenly pulled out his blind stick, jumped up, and stood firmly on the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the roof of the eighth floor, about twenty meters high.

Gin and Vodka were outside his black and white perspective, so he couldn't see them, but that didn't stop him from raising an arrogant expression.

On the rooftop, Gin holding a telescope and Vodka holding a sniper rifle scope fell into deep silence.

"Brother, is this guy Toru Amuro still a human being?" Vodka asked stutteringly.

Seeing Furiya Rei's series of smooth movements that took less than three seconds, his sunglasses fell off in shock.

This is the eighth floor, and he jumped down without any protection and was almost unharmed. It simply puts modern physics to the test.

Gin seemed to be lost in thought. He put away the telescope and said in a low, crisp voice, "Let's go."

He turned around swiftly, his long silver hair fluttering behind his waist, his black clothes drawing a cool arc in the air, and then lightly chasing after his master.

Vodka hurriedly followed with a cold look on his face. After walking a few steps expressionlessly, he immediately turned back, bent down to pick up the sunglasses that had fallen on the ground, and then hurriedly chased after his brother.

Fūya Ling took out a wet wipe from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood and dust on his palms and blind stick. He then took out a handkerchief and gently wrapped the wound on his palms. He straightened his messy clothes, and walked slowly towards the ruins with his unruly hair.

He stood beside the scorched earth with black smoke, listened for a moment, and walked in a certain direction with a clear destination.

He used his blind stick to gently pry open a piece of incomplete plasterboard, revealing a man covered in blood and unconscious underneath.

Rum's chaotic brain became a little clearer after being stimulated by the sudden rush of fresh air.

The bloodstained eyes dimly saw Furuya Ling, his face filled with anger, and he said intermittently: "It's you!"

Furuya Rei crouched mischievously beside his head, leisurely admiring his utterly miserable state. He said with a sated expression, "The pain, anger, and fear emanating from you... these emotions are truly pleasurable."

Rum's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost cursed out loud, but the most important thing now was to survive.

He struggled to squeeze out a sound from his throat: "Save me, save me..."

He couldn't move his whole body, breathing became increasingly difficult, his chest felt stuffy and suffocating, and he could die at any time.

He was unwilling to accept this. He was powerful and rich, and he was unwilling to die like this.

The expression on Rei Furuya's face faded and he closed his eyes, but Rum sensed an invisible threat, as if even the slightest change in his emotions could not escape the man's perception.

Furiya Ling smiled softly. His half-squat seemed casual, but it was like a mountain, threatening. He said, "Save you? Rum, are you old and have Alzheimer's? Don't forget the times you attacked me."

Rum was so angry that he almost lost his breath, followed by panic.

Is this guy really going to kill him?

No, Toru Amuro originally wanted to kill him, but he was lucky enough to survive.

Rum's expression suddenly became terrified.

"Don't worry, I attacked you this time, and I won't attack you again if you're not dead. Of course, if you attack me again, the next cannonball will hit your head."

He slowly stood up, brushed off the non-existent dirt on his clothes, and nodded slightly: "Until next time."

[See you next time.]

He turned and left gracefully, leaving Rum alone in the ruins and scorched earth.

However, in fact, it was not that Rei Furuya did not want to kill Rum.

But he did take action, and Rum was lucky enough to survive.

He thought regretfully that he could only kill this guy once Hagiwara was ready to take over Rum's inheritance.

After walking for a while, Fūya Rei could faintly hear the sound of a police car.

He ignored it, feeling the night wind of smoke and dust, and strolled slowly in the night.

At the street corner, Gin, who had already gone downstairs and gotten into the car, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, opened the door and got out: "Vodka, you drive to the front and wait."

"yes, Sir."

The Porsche slowly drove away.

Gin stood on the street, his hands in his pockets, without a trace of hostility, waiting quietly and silently, like a loyal snow wolf.

A minute later, Furuya Rei walked up to him, not stopping, and said leisurely, "Walk with me."

Gin lowered his eyes and followed without hesitation: "Yes, sir."

He lowered his head slightly in submission, the remaining violence and murderous intent in his eyes quietly dissipating. One hand was in his pocket, holding the Beretta, secretly guarding against the assassin who might appear at any time to harm Amuro Toru.

After walking for a while, Furuya Ling suddenly said, "No need to keep distance."

Gin, who was a step behind him, took the initiative to walk beside him and walked side by side. His hoarse voice was wrapped in a low and magnetic voice: "It's my pleasure."

"How's the mission going?" asked Furuya Zero.

Gin thought for a moment, and after confirming which mission he was asking about, he said in a cold voice, "I dispatched a flight task force to take the entire family of the second-in-command of the Kawaguchi Group into space."

"Right now, the Osprey is in our arsenal."

Furuya Rei reached out his hand, touching the tiny dots of light cast by the street lamp ahead. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, finally settling on a brilliant arc: "My Osprey has finally returned to its rightful owner."

"Let's have dinner together later, and then we'll fly the Osprey to patrol Japan," Furuya Rei invited.

He had never driven an Osprey before, so when Gin started, he was secretly learning from the side.

"I'm sorry, sir." Gin refused without hesitation: "Thank you for your invitation, but I have to go on a mission after dining with you."

Fūya Rei was extremely surprised. He didn't expect to be rejected.

Gin seemed to sense his emotions and said in a husky voice, "I will uphold your will above all else, except for missions."