Under the pure white sunlight, on the green carpet-like grass.
A young man in a white shirt and black suit walked towards them step by step.
He glanced at the dilapidated convoy, and finally saw Kaxiu's figure reflected in the pure black Tongren. With a faint smile on his face, he looked like a young master with aristocratic temperament from a distance.
Kacha.
The leather shoe stepped on a charred severed hand, making a sound of bones being crushed. I don't know which member of the sect it belongs to.
Snap, snap…
Amos clapped his hands, and his arrogant eyes did not pay much attention to Feng Lius and Saint Finan, but only looked at Kaxiu.
"In a short period of time, we have eliminated at least five elite teams of the Gate Organization, which is about two-thirds of the strength of the Kula City Gate Organization. Awesome, awesome..." He slowly retracted his hands: "We haven't seen each other for about two months..."
"Two and a half months. Thank you for the information."
Kaxiu corrected him, saying that the information he was talking about was the retreats of veteran fighters. The black mechanism also helped him learn the Nandou Hongjiu Fist from Feng Liusi.
Amos shook his head when he heard this. It was just a deal. His eyes flickered slightly and he suddenly changed the subject.
"You're facing off against the Gate Organization?"
Kaxiu narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged: "It's just a small contradiction, it should be smaller than your black agency."
"That's a feud of life and death."
Yamos immediately said that he understood. Although he didn't know when Kashu had such a big grudge with the Gate Organization, it didn't matter, as long as they had the same goal. Kula City has been undercurrents recently, and a series of dangerous events may occur. Although the Black Organization has deployed a large number of personnel, high-end combat power is scarce.
Amos had fought with Kaxiu before, and the opponent was definitely a "B" level. He could be used as an effective combat supplement.
He thought for a moment and then extended the invitation.
"The Gate Organization has been very active in Kula City recently. Intelligence shows that at least two core members have appeared there, both of whom are experts among experts. Since you have a conflict with the Gate Organization, why don't you temporarily join our Black Organization? In exchange, we can let you choose a group of rare dark creatures afterwards."
Amos gradually walked to within five meters of Kashu.
"How many?"
Kaxiu asked without changing his expression.
"All branch cages in the three nearby cities."
Amos thought for a moment and then said.
"Not enough." Kaxiu shook his head and glanced at Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan beside him: "We have three people on our side, give me three times, all the cages of the nine cities."
Amos's breath stagnated slightly, as if he was a little surprised by Kashu's lion-like mouth. Then he glanced at Feng Liusi and the other man who were leisurely, and frowned deeply.
"No, nine cities' branch cages are equivalent to two counties. I don't have that much power, I have to at least ask the head of the agency. Moreover, although we are short of high-end combat power this time, we have plenty of middle and low-level personnel and do not need external reinforcements. How about this, I will make my own decision and let your two friends join us, and count them as one city's cage for imprisoning dark creatures? A total of four cities."
As Amos spoke, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket, flicked out a cigarette, lit it, and gently held it in his mouth.
The smoke rose slightly, and he took a breath. In the dimness, he saw that Kaxiu across from him seemed to have a strange expression.
"Huh..." Amos blew out a white smoke ring and raised his eyebrows. "Are you unhappy? But this is the limit of what I can do on my own. Let me be frank. It may sound a little harsh, but your two friends are just a bonus."
"If I report this to my superiors, I might not even get a city..."
He stopped talking abruptly, and his face suddenly turned cold. His expression, which was originally somewhat relaxed, suddenly became serious, and his aura was solemn. His round-framed glasses turned slightly white in the sunlight.
"There are little mice eavesdropping on our conversation. The noise just now really made a lot of things come out of the ditch..."
As Amos spoke, he slowly raised his hands.
The white gloves with dense black letters on the back of his hands were slightly reflective, and the thorn sword symbol representing the black mechanism became more and more conspicuous, like a drop of ink. He threw his hands outward.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! There seemed to be the sound of arrows flying in the air, and several metal threads were shot out densely.
"Dong!" The thread was nailed to the ground fiercely, without the expected sound of piercing the flesh. Amos looked over in surprise.
All I could see was a metal wire stretching to the end.
A tall figure in a black suit suddenly appeared there, with his strong right hand raised. A figure in mid-air was struggling. But it was useless. There were dense and horrifying cracking sounds coming from the figure. It was like a machine was rolling and crushing inside the flesh.
The next second, the human figure trembled violently and its hands dropped.
Crash, crash…
The skin and flesh on the surface of the body and the internal organs suddenly collapsed like water and piled up in a soft heap on the ground.
In the hands of the man in the black suit, there was only a white skeleton left, which emitted a chilling light under the sun.
As if noticing Amos's gaze, the man in the black suit smiled at him, inexplicably carrying an unprecedented sense of ferocity. Amos' heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
There was a vague sign of extreme danger.
He turned his head with difficulty to look elsewhere.
The young man, who was slender and dressed in a white suit, had an elegant demeanor. He exuded an icy aura, and on a hot day, translucent snowflakes could be seen floating around him.
Slowly withdraw your palm.
In the corner were two figures that had been frozen into ice, with expressions of horror on their faces, as if they had been killed in an instant.
The last place.
Kaxiu's hands seemed to be full of strange strength, holding a head that had been torn off from somewhere. He shook it gently for a while, and then threw it far away. It just happened to be stuck on a bloody object, and it stood firmly after shaking for a while.
He muttered to himself.
"There are enough monsters in Kula City. In addition to the sect organization and the Blood Spirit Society, there are also so many small and medium-sized forces. I even vaguely sensed the breath of the blood clan and the demon shadow before..."
Next to the car, Amos pursed his lips to prevent the cigarette from falling. He felt awkward. He was the first to attack, but these three people were faster than his Mist Silk and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
If this instant acceleration was directed at him.
Amos thought that he had really become the god of death.
His face was covered with smoke, which did a good job of hiding his embarrassment. His fingers twitched slightly, and he retracted the silk thread.
"Really... Why didn't that bastard Kaxiu tell you earlier..."
Suddenly, Amos' body froze. He felt a strong and sturdy body suddenly appear behind him. Carrying a dangerous aura, the scalding heat waves formed by the body were like a strong magnetic field that shocked him.
A hand slowly stretched out from behind his neck, and under Amos's stiff eyes, two fingers pulled off the burning cigarette.
A low voice echoed in my ears.
"Little brat, don't touch cigarettes, they look too stinky..."
"You deserve a beating."
Yamos turned his head suddenly, with a slightly angry look in his eyes. A middle-aged man in a black suit was smoking a cigarette, looking down at him. White smoke slowly blew out of his nostrils, and he flicked the cigarette butt with his fingers to remove all the ash.
"Little brat?!"
Amos was almost laughing out of anger.
What he hated most was when someone challenged his appearance.
Shiny, shiny, shiny...
Between the eight fingers of the white gloves, strands of metal threads flashed with light and flowed out like liquid.
The silk threads tangled, tightened, and cut, making the air make a sound of being overwhelmed. In a short period of time, the number of metal wires increased tenfold to a hundred.
Amos also seemed to have undergone a transformation, his hair grew wildly, and his stature grew taller. His originally soft and delicate appearance became angular, with a sense of maturity and majesty. In a short period of time, he went from being a young boy to a steady young man.
"How dare you snatch my cigarette?" He said in a deep and powerful voice.
"What are you afraid of? Boy, you're still a little short of the mark..."
There was a light laugh from beside me.
Suddenly, Amos seemed to see a blood-colored mist world rushing towards him, almost wrapping him up irresistibly. In the haze, a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun flapped its wings and fell down, with its hideous blood-colored eyes drooping.
He looked into Amos's raised head.
The world was silent for a moment, with only the pounding of my heart.
"Okay, just show your strength and don't do anything unnecessary." A familiar voice sounded outside the foggy world.
Then, there was a sudden snap of fingers behind him.
The bloody world in Amos's eyes quickly faded away, and the surrounding scenery was reflected again, shining with bright midday sunlight.
He stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit. After a moment, he took a deep breath and pushed his long hair behind his forehead. He sneered and muttered to himself.
"Oh, I won't let you get what you want."
Five minutes later.
"Eight branch cages, that's the price!"
"Don't threaten me. Threatening me is useless. Haha, it's ridiculous..."
"Kill me if you can, otherwise this is the price."
Under Amos's firm request, Kashu had no choice but to give in. Nine cities became eight cities, which was a bit painful.
There is no way, what I did just now was a bit too much, and it offended Amos. Xiao Xiao took a step back and coaxed the child.
Kaxiu and Amos discussed for a while. The vehicle coming from the black agency was already looming at the intersection between the city and the suburbs. Amos glanced at Feng Liusi and asked.
"He is ..."
Kaxiu had nothing to hide, so he said calmly, "Senior from the secret martial arts world, Blood Fist Feng Liusi."
"Depend on."
Upon hearing this, Amos cursed and spat on the ground: "No wonder I can't beat him."
Two months ago, the old butler Franz collected information about the hermit fighters in the six eastern counties for Kashu, and Amos also paid attention to it for a while. Among them, there was a man with a great reputation, known as Blood Fist, Killing Fist, and Death Fang. If the "B" level strongmen can also be divided into stages, then there are low-level, middle-level, high-level, and top-level. Blood Fist Feng Liusi can reach the high-level stage.
As for Amos, he knew his own limits. The three limits of the storm were Storm, Steel, and Absolute, with the thresholds being one metal wire, one hundred metal wires, and one thousand metal wires respectively.
In his teenage state, Amos is at the first level of the Great Limit Storm, and is able to infuse the power of cutting, probably barely reaching the "B" level threshold.
The youth state is at the second limit, which can instill cutting and penetrating power at the same time, which is probably the state of swinging between the low and middle levels of "B" level. Only the third limit, touching the ultimate annihilation power, can make the combat power grow explosively.
Thus wandering at the top peak of "B" level.
As for the fourth limit which was theoretically incomplete, Amos himself didn't know how powerful it was, probably just "A" level.
He, who had the second-highest limit of steel, faced off against Blood Fist Feng Liusi.
It's normal not to be an opponent.
Amos was relieved when he thought of this. The four of them talked about it and didn't dwell too much on the slight unpleasantness just now. They quickly reached a consensus to fight the sect together. No matter when and where, the sect would always be the opponent of both sides.
Two minutes later.
On the road from the suburbs to the city, three low-profile cars were driving. The window of the rearmost car was slightly rolled down.
There were four men with different temperaments, smoking cigarettes.
He was puffing out smoke and had a ferocious temperament.
He looks like a gangster who has come out to cause trouble in society.
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The second day of the Tulip Antiques Fair.
After yesterday's incident, the organizer, Yunquanquan, once again strengthened its security personnel. Whether inside or outside the exhibition hall, in the corridors and even in the corners, there were bodyguards. Their stern patrols gave the participants a sense of security.
Today, there is still a lot of people coming to the Tulip Antique Exhibition.
Although it was not as crowded as the first day, there were still a considerable number of people. The east and west exhibition halls displayed nearly a thousand kinds of antique collections, all kinds of things, and classified into different categories. It was a pity that Kaxiu could not absorb the energy of obsession in the retro era, otherwise, if he looked carefully, he might really find one or two treasures.
In the east exhibition hall, Kaxiu was wandering as usual. He was wearing a brand new casual suit and stopped to admire the collection.
There was a scholar wearing glasses, looking down carefully at the patterns on the antiques, exclaiming in admiration, and discussing with his colleague next to him.
A wealthy businessman with a big belly and a few friends stopped at a famous gallery, pointed his fingers with satisfaction, and seemed to be planning to buy all the works at the auction.
There were also some girls and boys dressed as students, looking around curiously. It seemed that the antique exhibition specially gave places to certain schools, so that outstanding students could see the world.
Kaxiu strolled around slowly and returned to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan. "The Cloud Dog Fist has so many people. Three more boxers have been transferred here. I wonder if there are any elders at the fighter level. It would be fun if there are any nearby..."
"What's the meaning?"
Saint Finan felt that there was something else behind Kaxiu's words.
"Heh..." Kaxiu smiled and said, "You said that these blood spirits would be mixed in the crowd. If they are exposed in public..."
"Will they be wiped out by the Cloud Dog Fist?"
"How about I give them a hand..."