Chapter 1093 Situation

Fengyun Hotel, a luxurious suite on the fifth floor, a bedroom dedicated to practicing martial arts, filled with nearly a hundred white candles.

The burning candles illuminated the practice room very brightly, and also filled the room with heat and candlelight.

In the middle of the candles, stood the shirtless Blood Shadow, holding a knife in his hand, the blade was sharp, and the blade was red, as if stained with blood.

The hand holding the knife by Blood Shadow was as steady as Mount Tai, as if nothing could shake it. With his long hair tied up, he no longer had the arrogance and conceit of the teahouse.

There was only silence and concentration on his face. He looked around at the nearly a hundred candles, and his eyes reflected the shadows of the candlelight, as if he wanted to carve them all in.

Thirty seconds later, Blood Shadow reached out and pulled down the eye mask on his head, instantly covering his cold eyes, and he could no longer see anything in the room.

He turned a circle and a half, then stood still, slightly bent, ready to go.

"Huh!"

Just as a night breeze blew in through the window gap, Blood Shadow suddenly shouted, moved his footsteps and rushed out, while swinging the blood knife forward.

The knife flashed, and the wicks of the candles in the front row were instantly extinguished. The eleven candles were extinguished in an instant under the knife, and the room became a little darker.

After a successful move, Blood Shadow did not stop there. He slid sideways again and swung the blood knife repeatedly. Two cross-shaped knife shadows flashed in the candlelight.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Twelve candles placed in an irregular pattern had their burning wicks extinguished in the knife light, and the black ash fell to the ground with the wind, and the room became two points darker.

Blood Shadow turned his footsteps, and his body spun to one side, like a spinning top, and the blood knife swung, and three rows of candles in a triangular shape were extinguished...

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Although he extinguished nearly half of the candles in one breath, Blood Shadow did not feel proud at all. He shook his wrist and extinguished the candles in several corners with another string of knife flowers.

Although he was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to see everything. His figure moved back and forth in the room, and the blood knife kept blooming, which was very beautiful in the darkness.

"Puff!"

Just as the blood shadow kicked the wall and landed, the blood knife swung to the side and swept, and the last candle was cut, but the light was not extinguished.

A piece of wick and a touch of wax were cut at the same time, but they did not roll out from the tip of the knife, but stopped at the sharp tip, making the blade more blood red.

The candlelight flashed twice, stretched a trace of flame, and then burned tenaciously, which was very beautiful...

"Puff!"

The blood shadow reached out to take off the black eye mask, looked around and was very relieved. All ninety-eight candles were extinguished by him, and each cut was smooth.

Then he fell on the burning wick at the tip of the knife, with an indescribable pride in his eyes.

"Snap!"

The blood shadow still held the blood knife, walked to the door and turned on the headlight. Just as the light came on, the candle burned out the last drop of wax and went out.

Xueying shook his wrist, and the black ash fell to the ground.

"Congratulations, King of Heaven, your skills have improved by another ten percent."

When Xueying sheathed his sword and walked out of the room, several subordinates who were sitting in the hall and saw the scene from the surveillance camera came to greet him and shouted.

"Thank you, everyone. My achievements are also due to your contribution. You have solved many troubles for me, allowing me to concentrate on practicing."

Xueying nodded to them: "You are the people I trust and respect the most. I will pass on all my skills to you and make you all stronger."

After being beaten up by Ye Tianlong in the afternoon, Xueying was very unhappy and prepared to cultivate a group of loyal followers.

Several subordinates happily replied: "Thank you, Lord."

Xueying pulled a coat and put it on, and drank the hot milk brought by his subordinates. Then he looked at the door and asked a bald subordinate:

"Has Team Leader Wang not come back yet? Didn't she determine at dusk that the boy was hit and passed out in the ward?"

He was very unhappy: "It took six or seven hours to kill an unknown person. I value her so much."

The bald subordinate was a newcomer introduced to Xueying by Zhao Wuji. His name was Zhao Zixiang. After a year and a half, he became the person Xueying valued the most.

Zhao Zixiang was smart, familiar with the affairs of the gang, and could read people's expressions and put himself in the right position. He had solved many problems for Xueying and was deeply trusted by Xueying.

Hearing Xueying's question, Zhao Zixiang replied respectfully: "Two hours ago, she called and said that many people visited the target."

"She couldn't find time to do it."

"But she should do it now. I just tried to call her cell phone, but it was turned off. I guess she is on a mission."

Xueying sneered: "There are many visitors. It seems that the boy has some background. Yes, without any background, how dare he challenge me in public?"

"It's a pity that he offended me who shouldn't be offended. He is destined to become a dead body tonight."

He walked slowly to the window and lifted a curtain to check: "If I wasn't afraid of more dreams at night, I wouldn't want to do it myself, let the Sixth Master show his performance."

I have been in Jiangcheng for so many days, and I have only met a few backbones of Ouyang Jinyue, and I haven't seen the Sixth Master once, which makes Xueying very angry at the Sixth Master's arrogance.

If Ouyang Jinyue hadn't sent the news that the Sixth Master would invite him to a banquet on the night of the full moon, Xueying really wanted to lead people to rush into the Sixth Master's garden to make him adjust his attitude.

As one of the eight kings of the Thirteen Alliances, an old man from Jiangcheng dared to ignore him like this, which was really courting death for Xueying.

"King, just ask Sixth Master for help."

Zhao Zixiang responded with a smile: "I heard that Sixth Master is in a mess now. Two generals and more than a hundred men were killed."

"He was also involved in the vortex of smuggling, drug trafficking and robbing money transporters. If he wants us to help, he will either ask for too much or send trash to fool us."

He went to the kitchen to bring some food for Xueying to make a midnight snack: "It's not as efficient as doing it ourselves."

"I also had this consideration, so I didn't bother him."

Xueying drank the milk in the cup, and then snorted coldly: "But on a full moon night, if he doesn't know how to show appreciation and refuses to submit, I will kill him."

Zhao Zixiang took the topic softly: "Although he is old, he is not confused and should not refuse our request."

"Now the North is dominated by the Thirteen Leagues. The most powerful gang in the South is Dai Hulang, and the other gangs are insignificant."

"As long as Mr. Liu surrenders to us, we will help him unify the southern underworld and become the leader of the southern underworld."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "In return, he only needs to pay tribute of 200 million to the Thirteen Alliance every year to show his status as a minister."

Xueying said calmly: "I just can't figure out why Alliance Leader Zhao chose him as his agent. Wouldn't it be better if we just mobilize our elite troops to sweep across the south?"

"King of heaven, this is the mastery of the alliance leader."

Zhao Zixiang was obviously Xueying's confidant. He analyzed Zhao Wuji's intentions in a low voice: "The South has been leaderless for many years."

"The reason for this situation is definitely not that the southern gangs are unwilling to make progress. It must be that the water inside is too deep and it is difficult to mix up, which is why multiple gangs coexist."

There was light in his eyes: "The untimely death of the thin nun and the fat Tutuo also proves that the southern underworld is too weird, so it is not cost-effective for the Thirteen Alliance to conquer it themselves."

Xueying thought of the two people he had trained but had died, and there was an unidentifiable hint of pain or ridicule in his eyes.