[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

After explaining the intelligence files, trend predictions, and countermeasures one by one, Cheng raised his face slightly, shifted his gaze from the expensive carpet pattern to Xanxus' body, but still lowered the landing point restraintly, only staring at the other party's tight eyes. Lips and a hard-lined jaw.

Xanxus is a person who is very harsh on everything. He always becomes in a bad mood because of various things that do not satisfy him. Even most of the time, his anger and dissatisfaction are almost unreasonable to ordinary people.

"...Other follow-up intelligence is still under investigation."

For example now.

But just like what Lusilia said, among the Valia members who are afraid of Xanxus, Cheng is quite an anomalous existence.She just paused for a moment, and then continued with the conclusion.

"The deployment situation is roughly like this... Regardless of whether the other party wants to take the opportunity to cut off Pengo Li's left and right arms, tonight's banquet is still a formal meeting for the purpose of business exchanges and cooperation in name."

She gently closed the file.

"So, please be careful to attend...boss."

She recently stopped calling him by his first name and started calling him "boss".

Cheng patiently and quietly waited for the other party's next instruction, but Xanxus just looked at her coldly.

It took him a long time to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Don't let me see this clumsy submissive face again."

"I'm sorry." She replied softly, "I thought it would be more in line with your expectations."

Xanxus' hawk-like eyes suddenly became sharper, he caught her with his eyes for a few seconds, and then laughed.

"Cheng, do you think I will believe it? Don't you know what kind of gesture of obedience I want—"

Obedience has only one definition in his world.

The complete devotion that forsakes the self, or the unswerving absolute follow until death.

"If I can't do what I want, don't make unpleasant attempts, it's far from satisfactory..."

Xanxus got up from the sofa and trampled on the elegant fabric contemptuously.

"As long as you haven't given up thinking."

Xanxus is a complete tyrant, he himself does not deny this, because of his strength and status, people around him gradually take his cruel and unruly actions for granted, except for Cheng.

She's the one who's been by his side from the start, and the one who's stayed the same.

But what can keep the status quo? Everyone is just walking on their own tightrope. The advent of drastic changes sometimes only needs a rusty knife... or, a piece of truth.

There was a moment of gloom on xanxus' expression.

It was an indescribable expression, disgust and boredom, gloomy and irritable intertwined in a complicated way, like a dark thunder rolling in the sky, occasionally lightning flashes suddenly, and it is also dense and shocking like a spider web, as if the next second It is about to burn and fall, tearing up the surface of the earth.

But in the short time when he approached Cheng, the boiling magma in his heart subsided and returned to the center of the earth. They submerged temporarily, accumulating heat for a more grand eruption moment.

"get ready."

Xanxus stopped beside Cheng, he casually looked at the staggered shadows of the two, and said to her.

"You will be my companion at the banquet tonight."

"So, why me."

It was Squalo who spoke.

He was dressed quite formally, and the black suit set off his tall and straight figure very beautifully. If the bad complexion was ignored, his handsomeness might be able to overwhelm all the young female guests and waitresses present tonight.

Although, in fact, people all know that Spelbisqualo's method of conquering others is generally based on physical means.

"The person who asked you to be his female companion is the bastard boss, why was I the one who had to accompany you into the arena?!"

"I really should apologize to you for the current situation, Squalo." Cheng said, "I didn't expect that Xanxus would change the plan and leave first at will--you see, within the scope of my choice, Mamon and Bell looks too young, Levi is hostile to me, and Luce hates men's dresses..."

Squalo interrupted her.

"I also hate formal clothes, it makes me feel restricted, and the feeling of swinging a sword has deteriorated."

"...Luce said that if he had to choose, he would rather wear a lady's dress." Cheng finished the second half of the sentence, and then looked at Squalo's eyes still full of resentment with tenderness and melancholy, "Squalo, I just thought you were the only gentleman of age in Valia I could turn to if you really didn't want to..."

Her eyes are soft, sincere and transparent, and no sensitive person can detect the slightest hostility and aggression from them, but Squalo's hair is creeping up. Squalo, who is used to using brutal and direct force to solve problems, is in her eyes. You really feel overwhelming in front of you, even if you know that this may be just a means for her to achieve her goal-why doesn't she just cut it with a knife?In this way, there is still room to fight back!

"Okay, stop talking."

The car stopped at this moment, and Squalo couldn't help but see it as an opportunity for him to get out of the cramped situation at the moment. He opened the car door with one hand, wrapped her around Cheng with the other, and took her out of the car slightly rudely, and Quickly took several steps.

"My job is still to lead the elite squad in case of emergency, so we don't need to get too close after entering the field..."

Cheng seemed to find something interesting in it, turned his face away with a smile, and looked at the young swordsman who was frowning impatiently with interesting eyes.

"That is, can't I invite you to dance?"

Squalo was obviously stunned for a moment, and then immediately tried to hide it with a ferocious expression.

"...No." He raised his voice, "Hey, don't look at me like that, I say no!"

"Don't worry, I was just joking and..."

Cheng's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and his voice also dropped.

"Squalo, is there any change in the list of invited guests today?"

"No."

Like Cheng, Squalo looked at the brightly lit buildings in the distance. The piano and violin playing in the hall were mixed with human voices, which could be heard even from such a distance.

"Besides us, there are only a few small families that don't make a difference."

But neither of them paid attention to the extravagance and hustle and bustle.

"In this case, there are too many waiters guarding the entrance." Cheng said, "The organizer shouldn't be so nervous... It seems that xanxus has indeed come."

She paused, and gently embraced the man beside her.

"Come on, Squalo."

He nodded, and then they walked to the entrance together. When Cheng handed the invitation letter to the waiter, Squalo suddenly pressed her shoulder slightly and said to her.

"You go to the terrace."

Cheng looked back at him suspiciously, and Squalo repeated what he had just said.

"You're in the way here, so go to the terrace. It's been cleared by our troops for snipers."

he said, frowning.

"Can't you see, in 10 minutes... No, in 5 minutes, the battle will start, I really don't understand why you don't stay in the back, what are you doing here-"

He impatiently took Cheng's arm and walked into the venue. Across the dance floor, he saw xanxus sitting at the other end. From the first step they stepped in, the other party saw them too. In this distance, xanxus The moment his gaze passed through the crowd, Squalo subconsciously let go of the girl's hand.

"xanxus wants me to go to him."

It's hard to say whether it was intentional or unintentional, Cheng said aloud when he fell silent unconsciously.

"Thank you, Squalo, you can go to carry out your mission... And." She smiled at him, "Don't worry, I will seize the opportunity to avoid it."

On the other side of the hall, Xanxus raised the corner of his mouth, and returned his gaze to the current gambling game.

The host of the banquet who was always watching his movements, a mafia family leader who had an ambiguous position and whose family had only risen in the past ten years but expanded at an astonishing speed, asked tentatively.

"Still betting, Mr. Xanxus?"

Xanxus didn't answer, and pushed out all the neatly stacked chips in front of him with one hand.

"A very radical strategy." The other party smiled, fine lines piled up at the corners of his eyes, "You can't be wrong, Mr. Xanxus, you are a decisive person... and Pengelie is currently in power because of his old age and has become indecisive People are different, you are young and ambitious enough."

Hearing this, xanxus finally raised his face, looked straight at the organizer, and waited for his next words.

"I think we can be each other's collaborators..."

"The old man is no longer good. In recent years, his style has become more and more conservative and meek... more and more disgusting."

The leader of Valia leaned forward and seemed to be smiling a little with interest.

His reaction made the host speak eagerly.

"So……"

"As for you," he said, "how did your family get so dirty, human trafficking or illegal drugs?"

Xanxus grinned as if hearing something ridiculous.

"Something like you that can't even be called rubbish is not qualified to be on the negotiating table."

The possibility of cooperation was completely broken, and the host's face changed suddenly, but when he raised his right hand and tried to issue an encirclement order to his subordinates, the black muzzle of the gun was aimed at his forehead.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm different from that old man, I don't care how despicable your methods are."

Even at such a close distance, no one could see how xanxus shot.

"The only thing that is unforgivable is that you tried to challenge the rules made by Pengo Li, that's all."

The music had already stopped, and the sudden change in the situation caused a brief commotion in the hall, but obviously both sides came prepared, and soon the forces on both sides turned into an armed state, but they did not act rashly due to their vigilance, and the hall suddenly changed. It was very quiet.

Therefore, the sound of her footsteps became clearer.

Her steps were brisk, but they didn't make people feel rushed and unstable. When the echo of one high heel was coming to an end, the knocking sound of high heels was followed by another, and the rhyme was almost crisp and pleasant.

Xanxus heard the sound gradually approaching, and then it stopped by his ears, and then a pair of soft hands rested gently on his shoulders.

His hand holding the gun did not waver at all, but the imminent situation around him did not seem to leave a trace in his eyes. Xanxus lazily took a card from the top of the pile, held it between his fingers, and handed it to the standing behind him. people.

"You asked me to come here just for this?"

She complained in a low voice, but her voice was still gentle, and there were not many traces of anger.

Cheng didn't look at the face of the card, she took the card and kissed the back lightly.

"May the goddess grant you luck, xanxus."

Chung returned it to Valia's master.

Xanxus uncovered it on the table, and then, the game was interrupted midway to decide the winner.

"I won."

Then came the first gunfire of the night.

Cheng walked up the spiral steps, the noise behind him was quite different from when he came.

Her expression was calm, and there was no smile in her eyes. No matter when, killing would inevitably make her feel heavy.

Her destination was the rooftop terrace. Before arriving there, Cheng had many things on her mind, most of which were about Valia... about Xanxus.

Several years have passed since the day when the chief of the Nine Generations sent her to him. He is still the person Cheng knows, but he also reveals parts that she has never seen from time to time.

"It's up to me to say this, it might seem a bit ironic..."

she whispered.

But people change.

She had a vague premonition that this change, or the secret she did not know that drove this change, would bring some kind of...

When his thoughts reached here, Cheng stepped onto the balcony.

Today's weather can't be called good.

Under the darkness of night, which was not particularly beautiful, Chung met a boy there.

With his back to Cheng, he was standing far away on the edge of the terrace, and the lighting was not turned on at the moment, so she couldn't see his face, and what caught her eyes was his thin back and pure white hair.

That back view suddenly made her heart feel an unknown shock, which made Cheng unable to turn back the same way, and walked over quickly with her skirt lifted.

Cheng stopped just a few meters away from him.

"good evening."

she says.

It is really strange to meet the other party here, leaving immediately is the safest way, even if she does not do so, there are still many things she can ask, such as how the other party avoided Valia's cleaning, For example, what is the purpose of his hesitation here.

However, what Cheng followed first was his own strange and elusive intuition.

"Are you trying to kill yourself here?"

she asked.

The other party seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then laughed softly.

"What a presumptuous greeting."

The white boy raised his interest in the impolite intruder, he turned around, and immediately, their eyes met.

If Cheng could see the boy's eyes at this moment, she might see the violent hurricane.

But no matter what, even if she couldn't see it, a strong wind that came from nowhere had come suddenly without warning. This sharp wind caused pain to her bare skin, and Cheng couldn't help but close her eyes.

Someone grabbed her hand and took her away from where she was. I don't know if it was the illusion caused by the strong air current. She almost felt like she was floating, but when she opened her eyes again, she was just standing on the side of the boy. Just in front of you.

The strange boy pushed her against the railing of the balcony, and Cheng's body was half suspended in the air. He wrapped one hand around her waist, while the other hand was clasped around her neck.

"Please tell me."

The boy stared at her deeply.

"What made you think that?"

"Intuition," she said, "because most people who are misanthropic have a similar smell."

"Do you know them well?" The boy smiled, "Then, do you know why suicides want to die?"

"I dare not say that I really know anyone..."

Still, she answered the question.

"Suiciders are very conflicted."

"Everything that is unknown makes him panic, but at the same time, he is also bored and tired of the end point that he has seen through and mastered, because he knows better than anyone that nothing in this world will be immortal, so having it is as painful as losing it."

"He was bright and clumsy, sober and dazed."

Cheng paused for a moment, and turned his gaze to the silent sky.

"For them, at worst and at best, one is mortal."

After finishing the last sentence, Cheng looked at the boy again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I do not know."

He said.

"Your intuition may have failed. I am not a suicide."

The smile gradually faded from his face.

"It's just that the world makes me feel like there's nowhere to hide."

Not just this world.

he thought.

There are thousands and thousands of uninteresting universes like it.

Before today, sometimes he wondered where he left a part of himself... It may be small, but it must be an important part of who he is—"Bryn Jesso".

"One last strange thing."

Prynne said.

"When I saw you for the first time, I had a strange feeling."

——"It is to meet you at this time that I will appear here."

Cheng's shadow was reflected in his purple eyes.

"I seem to have been waiting for you."

Before Cheng could react, he continued talking, showing a bit of troubled expression at the same time.

"But why do I have to meet you? I've been thinking about this question since just now...until your words gave me inspiration."

"Maybe, I came here to kill you, or to be killed by you."

He clamped Cheng slightly harder, and Cheng began to feel pain and a slight suffocation.

"Please choose," he said, "I will kill you, or will you kill me?"

Cheng was silent.

She didn't make a choice.

"……yes."

Bai Lan said softly.

"Then I have to choose."

Orange flames erupted from his fingertips, easily destroying the railing.He let go of his hand, and hugged her shoulder instead, then Bai Lan took a step forward, and Cheng was forced to back up, her slender and high heel suddenly stepped into the air, and she lost her balance.A terrible sense of weightlessness struck, and they fell from the roof together.

But why?

Bai Lan suddenly thought.

Even though she knew that she would be crushed to pieces in a few seconds, the girl's expression was still very calm.

So he asked.

"What are you thinking?"

She turned her head and glanced at him, the wind almost swallowed her voice completely, but the remaining part still reached Bai Lan's ears.

"Star."

she says.

"There are no stars tonight."

Bai Lan's eyes widened slightly, something unknown touched his heart, and he immediately discovered that what he had lost was just a small cog.

Now it's back and everything is turning again.

The strong wind blew up again, and Cheng raised her hand to cover her eyes. She heard the doomsday thunder and the hurricane howling. These frightening sounds lasted for a long time, and she almost forgot where she was and why she was surrounded by it. The landing time was unreasonably prolonged... In the end, both the wind and the thunder disappeared with low whimpers, and all she could hear was only one sound.

This is...the sound of flapping wings.

Cheng opened her eyes, and the huge white wings extended from behind by the boy holding her almost occupied her entire field of vision.

"I think I met you tonight to accomplish this."

He said.

"Now, I give it to you."

Cheng looked over his wings to the sky——

Cheng suddenly woke up from the coolness of the terrace.

The feeling of weightlessness still remained in her body, and she almost failed to stand still, subconsciously holding on to the railing in front of her.

She looked around, and she was alone on the terrace.

Everything is fine and normal.

So, that's a dream at night... or a hallucination.

"Could it be an illusionist..."

Cheng muttered to himself, raised her head, and the sight that came into her eyes briefly shocked her.

The cumulus clouds were swept away, and the night sky was unbelievably clear.

The sky is full of stars.

It was as if someone had cut off the brightest section of the Milky Way, and then displayed it in front of Cheng.

The river of stars hangs low, as if it is about to flow towards her... No, there is indeed a star approaching.

Cheng Cheng took a closer look, and saw a cluster of rays of light falling slowly, she couldn't help stretching out her hand, and the spot of light fell gently on the palm of her hand.

That's not a star, a star wouldn't be so light and soft.

Cheng folded his hands together, holding the piece of pure white feathers stained with the color of stars.