Chapter 491 Price

Feng Mo Xiong Er woke up from a nightmare.

It's still dark.

He held his forehead.

My head hurt so much it felt like it was splitting.

The torment of nightmares and fear, as well as the side effects of taking a lot of sleeping pills, even a mixed race cannot bear it.

Feng Mo Xiong Er picked up a bottle of wine in confusion and wanted to pour it into his mouth. The flat golden reflection dazzled his eyes. For a moment, Feng Mo Xiong Er seemed to see the boy's burning golden eyes again.

"boom!"

The bottle smashed against the wall, splinters flying everywhere.

Feng Mo Xiong Er gasped for air, like a wild beast forced into a corner.

He's going crazy.

The shadow of death shrouded the whole body, and the pressure brought by S-level was too great. Feng Mo Xiong Er felt like a spring that was stretched to the limit and could break at any time, the next second, or the next second.

Feng Mo Xiong Er knew that he couldn't go on like this.

He had to find something else to divert his attention.

Find something, yes, find something.

Feng Mo Xiong Er thought of his nephew who knew nothing about the world.

Ryosuke.

By now, this kid should be dead.

hey-hey.

This guy who doesn't know how to advance or retreat deserves to die.

Anyway, I have made it a relic of my uncle.

I reminded him, didn't I?

It's this kid who doesn't listen and insists on being a hero.

Sure enough, after following that young master for too long, his brain must have gone crazy.

At first, these things only sounded in Feng Mo Xiong Er's heart, and then slowly, he whispered them out. Sometimes he would repeat a sentence over and over several times, as if he was using this method to strengthen the persuasiveness of his words. .

Feng Mo Xiong Er stared straight ahead at the empty place, murmuring, turning over and over again. If outsiders saw him like this, they would definitely think that this guy had a mental problem. .

In fact, it's almost the same.

"So, it's not my fault at all."

"If this kind of person wants to die, just let him die."

"Hahaha."

"Hey hey hey."

"What's the use of glory? Nothing is left after death. Glory is of no use."

"It's better to be like me."

"What can we talk about in the future only if we survive?"

"I am right."

''I'm right I'm right I'm right.

Feng Mo Xiong Er repeated nervously.

It's Ryosuke, that kid, who wants to die. ""

"How could anyone possibly face that kind of monster?"

"Isn't this the same as committing suicide?"

Feng Mo Xiong Er completely convinced himself and showed a happy smile.

He was still cursing Ryosuke.

The junior who took the initiative to die for the glory of the Feng Mo family was hopelessly stupid in the eyes of Feng Mo Xiong Er.

But it’s nice to have Ryousuke.

At least he dealt with the S plan monster.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was extremely happy.

The meaning of X-level is very clear. Last night, he attacked the Feng Demon Family's research institute for the last time.

Just deal with it.

Anyway, the information and personnel of the institute have been transferred early, so there is no loss. As long as he puts more thought into the report, writes it beautifully, and gives an explanation to the people above him, he will be fine.

As for Ryosuke, that guy was killed by S-class people. What does it have to do with me?

Feng Mo Xiong Er felt that the pressure in his heart was reducing.

It's okay to breathe.

And the best thing is that he survived.

What could be more satisfying than surviving?

Feng Mo Xiong Er huddled in the corner and smiled.

There was a knock on the door.

The Wind Demon Bear stretched out its neck like a snake.

who is it!

The clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the morning.

How could there be anyone at this time?

Which subordinate does not know etiquette?

The anger suddenly came out.

Feng Mo Xiong Er cursed and went to open the door.

I just had nowhere to vent my unhappiness.

Feng Mo Xiong Er picked up the baseball bat and dragged it on the ground.

Just wait and see how Mr. Feng Mo Xiong will deal with you!

Feng Mo Xiong Er pulled off the chain and made a clattering sound. Since that night, Feng Mo Xiong Er had developed the habit of locking the door when sleeping.

Feng Mo Xiong Er opened the door, flicked his tongue roughly into place, swung the baseball bat, his eyes were bloodshot, full of violence.

"you this……"

"asshole!"

This was a more ferocious rebuke than Feng Mo Xiong Er.

The crow grabbed the Wind Demon Bear's baseball bat wrist like an eagle grabbing a rabbit.

He stared back unceremoniously.

Yasha silently but powerfully punched Feng Mo Xiong Er in the lower abdomen several times.

The body of Feng Mo Xiong Er was bent like a shrimp, vomiting out unpleasant gastric juice, and his face was earth-colored.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was about to collapse to the ground.

The crow grabbed his hand, unable to move.

A few snaps.

The crow was almost cheek to cheek with him.

The crow tilted its neck and looked condescendingly, as if looking at garbage.

He patted Feng Mo Xiong Er's face, and the sound was clear and crisp.

After just a few strokes, my face turned red and swollen.

It doesn't take more than a few seconds.

The crow dragged Feng Mo Xiong Er like a dead dog, and he and Yaksha stepped aside in a tacit understanding.

The two bowed their heads.

Yuan Zhisheng walked into the room.

He glanced at the bedroom full of wine bottles and frowned slightly.

The coffee table and sofa were also a mess, but compared to the junkyard-like bedroom, it was pretty good.

Sakura took the first step and tidied up quickly, her movements were unhurried and unhurried, which was actually a bit pleasing to the eye.

When Yuan Zhisheng sat on the sofa, he looked brand new and exuded a light and elegant fragrance.

Sakura stood behind the sofa.

Crow dragged Feng Mo Xiong Er and kicked the man in the knee. He screamed and knelt in front of Yuan Zhisheng.

"Wind Demon Bear Er."

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"look at me."

Feng Mo Xiong Er lowered his head, looking like mud.

Raven grabbed his hair and lifted it up.

Feng Mo Xiong Er's pupils shrank. He recognized Yuan Zhisheng. No one in the Sheqi family could not recognize this face.

No lights were turned on, only the light of stars and moon filled the golden room.

Yuan Zhisheng's handsome facial features were particularly solemn in the dark night.

"Where's Ryosuke?"

The Wind Demon Bear's eyes suddenly lit up, like a drowning man grabbing at straws.

He struggled violently, and Wu Wu hit this guy twice with his elbows, but Feng Mo Xiong Er always came down.

"Young Master! Young Master!"

"It's S-class!"

"It's that S-class from Kassel!"

"Ryosuke is dead."

Feng Mo Xiong Er is very sad, like an uncle who cares about his nephew.

"Ryosuke! What a wonderful boy!"

"He still has so much unfinished business!"

"He's still so young!"

"He also has such excellent bloodline!"

"Ryosuke, why are you dead!"

After crying for a while, Feng Mo Xiong Er cheered up and looked at Yuan Zhisheng.

"Little Lord!"

"It's S-class!"

"It was that guy, that guy killed Ryosuke!"

"Young Master, you must avenge Ryosuke!"

"For the sake of Ryousuke always following you!"

"You must..."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

Feng Mo Xiong Er was so excited that he almost fainted.

"Why didn't you die?"

Instantly, a basin of cold water poured down on him.

Feng Mo Xiong Er almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

His eyes were puzzled, and the look on his face was as if he didn't understand Yuan Zhisheng's words at all.

Feng Mo Xiong Er stammered.

He wanted to ask Yuan Zhisheng to say it again.

Yuan Zhisheng stopped looking at him. "crow."

"Leave it to me, young master"

Crow pulled out Lenci and pierced Feng Mo Xiong Er's palm on the ground.

Feng Mo Xiong Er screamed.

A flash of disdain flashed in Crow's eyes.

This kind of thing, if it weren't for his blood and his surname was Feng Mo, even if he were placed in several categories, he would still be the lowest level Yakuza.

Greed for life and fear of death, no backbone, with these two things, you will never be able to raise your head in this life.

"Snapped!"

Crow slapped Wind Demon Bear Eryi in the face.

"Shut up!"

Feng Mo Xiong Er really shut up.

He looked very pitiful now, his whole body was shaking and shivering, his face was caked with snot and tears, and he was biting his lips for fear of making the slightest sound.

But no one present had any change in expression.

The background of the Sheqi family is Yakuza. If you use the skill list of the game to describe the crows, in addition to killing people and setting fires, they are pouring cement blocks. Of course, pouring cement blocks is not to make extra money by moving bricks, but to better dispose of corpses. , sending them down to Tokyo Bay.

The kind quality of compassion is too luxurious for those at the highest level of the Yakuza.

"Say it."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at him.

"me……"

Feng Mo Xiong Er was speechless.

In fact, he couldn't understand Yuan Zhisheng's words.

What do you mean why I didn't die?

Strange.

Why did he have to die?

Why should he die?

Yuan Zhisheng's patience seems to have run out.

"Um."

"Where are the information and ghosts you transferred?"

Looking at the cowering look of Feng Mo Xiong Er, he probably couldn't say anything.

"Say it."

"This is what you Feng Mo family means."

Feng Mo Xiong Er opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

Yuan Zhisheng took the document from Sakura's hand and gently placed it in front of Feng Mo Xiong Er.

"This...this is..."

"Confession."

No emotion could be heard in Yuan Zhisheng's words.

Then a short knife clattered to the ground.

"Don't tarnish your name, kill yourself."

Feng Mo Xiong Er lowered his head blankly, his eyes seemed to be able to feel the temperature, and the short knife was like a red-hot iron. Feng Mo Xiong Er was burned and screamed in shock, showing his ugly face.

Yuan Zhisheng never looked at him again.

Get up and go out, cherry blossoms following you like a shadow.

Feng Mo Xiong Er struggled desperately.

"Little Lord!"

"Little Lord!"

"Spare your life, young master!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I really don't want to die!"

"Spare my life!"

"The one who killed Ryousuke was S-class!"

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"It really has nothing to do with me!"

Something heavy hit the floor.

The crow swore angrily.

Feng Mo Xiong Er shouted until he became hoarse.

Yuan Zhisheng walked to the door, stopped, and looked back.

Feng Mo Xiong Er found the hope of life, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly broke free from the crow's grasp.

Crow and Yasha's expressions changed, and they quickly tried to control Feng Mo Xiong Er. Feng Mo Xiong Er lit up his golden eyes and crawled on the ground using his hands and feet, working like a gecko. In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards Yuan Zhisheng at the door.

"Young Master, no, Your Highness! Your Highness!"

Feng Mo Xiong Er's eyes burst out with a desire to live.

He wanted to hug Yuan Zhisheng's thigh.

He wants to knock his head to the ground.

As long as he can survive, dignity and other things are not important to him at all.

Suddenly there was an extremely dull sound.

I saw Feng Mo Xiong Er flying back faster than when he came.

He hit the ground like a ball, breaking several bones, his facial features were twisted together, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Sakura, who suddenly appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng, stepped aside.

Crow and Yasha bowed deeply to Yuan Zhisheng.

"I am so sorry!"

"The bonus is halved this month."

"yes!"

Based on the treatment of the two young master's retainers, halving the bonus is already quite a large sum of money, but the two crows know very well that the young master is just a fine, which is already very merciful.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Feng Mo Xiong Er who was still struggling on the ground.

The blow that Sakura gave just now was so severe that it almost killed Fuma Xiongji.

"The Wind Demon Bear II will be left to you."

"Give me the results."

Crow smiled excitedly and said the same thing as Yasha.

"Yes, young master!"

Yuan Zhisheng and Sakura walked out of the room, leaving only the sound of despair echoing inside.

The confession was handwritten by the head of the Feng Mo family, and told the whole story about the institute and Kuromaru.

What is on the table is the transfer of data, and the Feng Demon family's research results will be handed over to the family without reservation.

There are many more punishments under the table. Dad will handle these, so Yuan Zhisheng doesn't have to worry about them.

This time the Feng Mo family suffered a heavy hemorrhage, their vitality was damaged, and the accumulation of many years was lost in one fell swoop.

But there is nothing that can be done about it. The Feng Mo family is one of the eight Sheqi families. They know very well how terrifying this behemoth is. The Feng Mo family had already thought that this day would happen when they started their secret research. At least their parents thought of it. Therefore, the matter was dealt with very quickly after it was revealed.

As for Feng Mo Xiong Er, this person must die.

Just because of such a person, Yuan Zhisheng was not worth risking Ryousuke's life.

As for the S-level that Feng Mo Xiong Er kept talking about, Yuan Zhisheng certainly knew about it.

He will fight S-class.

In Tokyo.

Yuan Zhisheng carefully read the information about Feng Mojia Tiao.

His eyes glanced over the lines of research records.

All the above operations on the experimental subjects are shocking to see.

What concerned Yuan Zhisheng the most was the identity of these experimental subjects.

ghost.

Compared to the Feng Demon Family's secret research, the price they paid was very small. In the final analysis, it still lies in the identity of these experimental subjects.

The eight Sheqi families have always had a clear-cut attitude towards ghosts, killing them all and sparing no one.

They don't regard ghosts as the same kind at all.

What's more, it's still now when the fierce ghosts are active.

How many executive bureau commissioners died in battles with the fierce ghosts.

Hatred is something that can be accumulated and passed down. The current Sheqi family's first reaction when seeing a ghost is to draw a sword, and they will never do what he wants.

Therefore, the Feng Demon family who uses ghosts as experimental subjects will be let off lightly.

Yuan Zhisheng hasn't turned the page for a long time.

As he looked at the information, his mind went back to many years ago.

"elder brother."

The boy called him this, earnestly, and smiled cautiously.

"elder brother."

The boy was stained with blood, lying at the bottom of the well, looking at Yuan Zhisheng's eyes, with nostalgia and reluctance.

Even if the person who killed him was his brother.

"Little Lord."

Yaksha's voice awakens Yuan Zhisheng.

"Um."

Source children's information.

He listened to the report from Crow and Yaksha that Feng Mo Xiong Er had died, committing seppuku and his head was placed in a wooden box. Yaksha took the last photo to save a sliver of face for the Feng Mo family.

Minamoto put the wooden box in front of Fuma Ryousuke's photo.

He took out three lollipops, paused, and replaced them with cigarettes.

Light the cigarette and plug it in.

A curl of smoke rose.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled.

"do not."