The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

The brains of A's subordinates crawling on the ground went blank for a moment. This fear came from the unknown, from the mystery, and from the deterrence of absolute power.

Why exactly?

Can this boy directly knock down the man who controlled their lives in a dangerous situation where all the supernatural weapons are away from his body and he can't activate the ability to manipulate metal?

Is this the boy's ability?Or is it a supernatural weapon that the opponent has hidden well?

The shadows elongated by the candlelight in the line of sight swayed, as if being pinched and elongated by the hands of the devil, extending to their eyelids.Someone asked in a trembling voice, "Is A... dead?"

Beside the fallen body of the white-haired man, his subordinate tremblingly stretched his hand under the other's nose, feeling the weak air current spraying on the skin of his fingers.The subordinate withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded, and shifted his gaze to A's face in some panic.The other party's eyeballs were frantically rolling like spasms under the eyelids with lightly bruised purple blood vessels, as if they were bound in an inescapable nightmare. "……not yet."

These few words squeezed out from between the teeth, like glacial water falling from the sky, woke up the empty-headed subordinates. Several people's expressions twisted, and they didn't know whether they were sad or happy, "I'm not dead!"

That man did not go to the other side of the world, which means that as long as A has the opportunity to pack his luggage, he will definitely hear about their inaction in front of the enemy. The jewel in the man's hand.But if you take this opportunity to kill this guy—even if A's life dissipates, he will leave behind unsolvable superpowers.

At first, when they became the lowest-ranking members of the port mafia with apprehension and found someone who could be loyal to them, even if they were voluntarily put on a collar that symbolized camp and belonging, they still had loyalty and reverence in their hearts.But such a precious mood has been worn away in repeated beatings and insults, like a rock that has been glamorous for many years, these loyal people are in front of A, but they are as worthless and worthless as rubbish. Can be abused wantonly without dignity.

In the end, that fiery beating heart was already filled with numbness and resentment, and all emotions and thoughts were finally reduced to a few words.It is also these few words that have supported them to endure until now.

That is--

live!

The red-haired young man who lowered his head and gritted his teeth suddenly noticed a black shadow flashing past the corner of his eyes, and he raised his head in surprise.

He found out that it was his colleague—staring scarlet eyes, he rushed from behind the black-haired boy who was rubbing his eyes, and slashed fiercely with the gleaming blade with a desperate look.The attacker is A's subordinate and often follows A, but he is not a confidant - because A does not trust anyone, he only believes in the poker cards in his hand.

So he was at best the one who received the most insults and ridicules, and his current attack was probably not to avenge the respected leader, but to wait until the violent man woke up so that he could survive.

The other subordinates who also witnessed the sneak attack of their colleagues looked at each other and put their hands on their weapons in silence.In the face of the supernatural ability that can control their lives, killing A's enemies is their only way to survive!

Guangzhou stood where he was, keenly feeling the gust of hunting from behind, and the blade seemed to be viciously rushing towards his heart.Although it is not difficult to avoid this vicious attack, it is not easy to avoid being injured by the mafia who has accumulated killing experience for many years.

Even a trace of blood would break the invincible and powerful impression left in the brains of this group of humans just now.

Of course, the most important thing is - the dark emperor never fights hand to hand!

Just when the blade was only a few tens of centimeters away from the black jacket fluttering backwards behind the young man, the young man suddenly arched his back, as if he was enduring something, his hands trembling and clenched into fists.

The mafia jacket moved without wind, and the layer of fabric suddenly bulged upwards, as if some creature was about to break free from it.

A few seconds later, the intense golden light penetrated that layer of barrier, and at the same time it erupted, a gust of wind surged backwards, and the hair with black hair was raised upwards, like a black god of war descending from the sky.

An angry roar from his dantian, "Ah——"

When all the mafia members who defected from the organization opened their eyes again, several colleagues who were directly exposed by the layer of light had already passed out, and the blade in the attacker's hand had already come out of his hand, and with his limp wrist, he fell on the ground. There was a clanging sound on the ground.

Slowly opening his clenched fists, the young man gently wiped the sweat from his head. He sighed leisurely and shook his head sadly, "Humans, why do you always force the Dark Emperor to take action?"

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a moment: "..."

This attack method is a bit too curious, right? !Those who didn’t know thought that the food made by the five-star chef was uncovered from the silver plate? !