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?The violent explosion raised thick smoke and dust. Everyone caught off guard was stunned. More than a dozen people rushed in. The leader was a handsome young man wearing a turban and about the same age as Hei Dao, with orange hair behind his head. , holding a skateboard in his left arm, the back of the skateboard is painted with a fire-colored pattern, which is exactly the same as the pattern on Muto Takeru's arm. No, the former is darker in comparison, like a burning dark flame, at any time Can swallow people up.

"Who is Takeru Muto, get out!" Hatta cocked his neck and yelled inwardly, the air trembled with his full-bodied roar.

Standing behind him is a group of young people, basically in their early twenties, wearing popular street clothes. Most of them have no weapons in their hands. Even if they have, they are nothing more than knives, iron pipes and other things that are better than nothing. At best, they are better than bare hands .

However, this did not reassure the people in the organization, but they became more vigilant. A group of people who seemed to have no force exuded a menacing aura. Power, especially when these people also bear the mark of the Barbara.

His eyes couldn't help but turn to the middle-aged man sitting motionless on the cargo box.

The young man with yellow hair stepped forward to break the stagnant atmosphere, and forced a smile: "Well, well, everyone has something to say."

Hatta glared, and said: "Whoever has something to say to you, hand over Takeru Muto!"

The yellow-haired man couldn't help taking a step back, his back was covered with cold sweat, and he glanced at the middle-aged man, who looked like he had nothing to do with him.

"Excuse me, is the Red King here?" Takeru Muto asked suddenly, with a smile on his face, but his face was too thin and prominent with prominent cheekbones, which made him look weird and distorted.

Hatta didn't realize his existence until he made a sound, and was shocked immediately.

"Why are you asking Brother Zun? Wait..." Hatta stared at him vigilantly, and suddenly felt that this guy looked very familiar. When he opened the terminal, an image was projected in mid-air. The appearance was completely different, Hatta said inappropriately, "Have you... lost weight?"

The atmosphere that was still tense just now suddenly became weird.

Takeru Muto answered kindly: "Of course not. It's just that I live in fear of the Red King every day. I can't sleep or eat, and I become like this unconsciously."

"You bastard! How dare you call yourself a barbarian, and sell drugs under the banner of Brother Zun!"

"Because I really admire the Red King," Takeru Muto twisted his face, and suddenly tore off the white shirt on his body, the buttons were undone, and the open front of the shirt revealed the torso covered by massive burns, which was terrifying. The scars stretched from the collarbone to the belly button, especially the part of the chest near the heart seemed to have been dug open alive. The middle-aged man smiled distortedly at Hatta's shocked face, "This is the proof that I love him!"

The scene in front of them made everyone speechless in horror.

"You lied to me, you are not from the Chiwang Clan at all!" It was Kuroshima Jin who came back to his senses first, the burning anger in his eyes was about to burst out, his fists clenched as if he was restraining his urge to hit someone.

The middle-aged man didn't even bother to give a single glance, and kept looking behind Hatta until he was sure that the person he wanted to see the most was not there. Gliding on the rough ground for some distance before stopping.And the child only felt a sharp pain in his sleep, and fell asleep again.

"Bastard!" Hei Dao rushed forward with red eyes and waved his fists. This time, no one stopped him. The middle-aged man's frail body brushed past the crowd and slapped it heavily on the container, sinking into a shallow pit. His yellowed white shirt was instantly stained. Blood stains, his body slowly slipped and fell on the concrete floor, he gulped up blood mixed with minced meat, the outsiders present stared at this scene indifferently, there was no use value, and there was no need to bother to maintain it.

The middle-aged man who spit out the residual blood in his mouth seemed to sense something and raised his head suddenly. The silver chain refracted a deep light under the dim light, making him dizzy for a while, but his heart beat uncontrollably. A fiery glare burst out, and his eyes followed the red figure closely. Even though his legs had no possibility of standing up after the impact, he still stubbornly straightened his upper body and crawled towards a certain direction, dragging out a dazzling bloodstain. Like a wriggling worm, but with fanatical faith shining in his eyes.

The man walked over here, the soles of his shoes hit the ground and made a dull sound, the silver chain around his waist hung on his legs, and the subtle sound of rubbing and shaking with his steps was infinitely amplified in the quiet space, and the dim yellow lights flickered and swayed. There was a crackling sound, and the people present subconsciously held their breath, especially the outsiders, who used their little reason to stop themselves from doing the stupid behavior of flying moths to the flame.In the face of this overwhelming force, any action is a dead end.

Three steps away from the wriggling humans on the ground, he stopped.

"King!" Takeru Muto raised his head and looked up at the dark golden eyes that were examining himself, his excitement was beyond words, "Finally, I can finally see you again!"

Zhou Fang silently stared at this man who was dying, trying to dig out information about him from the corners of his memory, but found nothing.

"Wang, don't you know me?" Driven by grief and anger, the middle-aged man raised his upper body with all his strength, revealing mottled and hideous scars, "Don't you remember this scar?"

Kusanagi, who had been observing him, had a look of surprise on his face.

Hatta asked suspiciously: "Who is this guy?"

Kusanagi shook his head, beckoning him not to speak, worry could not help appearing in his eyes.

While the king's mysterious and powerful power is daunting, it often attracts the greedy coveting of good people.Among the many humans who yearn for the power of the Scarlet King, this person is the most dangerous radical.

Kusanagi still remembers how the honest-looking ordinary man rolled and laughed wildly in the burning flames and even tried to dig out his own heart and dedicate it to his crazy belief.Every time I recalled that scene, the blond man who was used to wind and waves shuddered, and he was sincerely glad that this man was rejected by the flame.

"I have always...wanted to see the king again."

Zhou Fang silently stared at the air.

He chuckled: "Don't you want to do it, the king, I insulted the Barbara."

"No," Zhou Fang finally spit out a syllable, the deep and thick voice made the human body on the ground tremble, "I don't need to work hard." With heavy injuries and weak constitution, this guy can't live for long , Even if he barely survived the fate of burning himself, he still couldn't get rid of the shadow of death.

As if to confirm Zhou Fang's words, the middle-aged man coughed violently, and suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood, his body covered in bright red.

"I don't understand," Muto Takeru lay on the ground with all his strength, his brows were as dark as a layer of gray haze, he asked the doubts that had lingered in his heart for many years, "Why did you reject me in the first place?"

"It's not me who rejected you," Zhou Fang said, "It's you who rejected yourself."

"I just want to get a new life, and completely eliminate the past that was so weak and humble that it was not as good as an ant." The light in Takeru Muto's eyes dimmed, "Is there anything wrong with wanting power?"

Zhou Fang fell into silence again, his lazy expression became unpredictable, and everyone's hearts hung uneasy.

There was the faint sound of waves beating against the rocks.

"Scatter." Zhou Fang's answer sounded and faded together with the waves, the usual simple style, and the sound of the collision of silver chains sounded again.He turned around sharply, taking away the last trace of warmth. Perhaps it was despair that gave Takeru a little courage, prompting him to raise his hand to the person who was about to leave, and his cold voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Do not touch me."

Trembling suddenly swept across his body, his cold eyes fell on him, the dark golden eyes seemed to be shining with deep hellfire, the anxiety was clear and strong, the blood that had been silent for half a year boiled again, and his body seemed to be wrapped in a ball of flames , Roasting bone marrow, burning nerves.

The power is clamoring.

Zhou Fang smacked his mouth irritably, clenched his fists unconsciously, his face was terribly gloomy, ignoring those terrified eyes, and even turning a deaf ear to Ten Beam's inquiries, he walked straight out of the stuffy warehouse.

Standing on the shore, the coastline stretches endlessly from both sides. The curved shape seems to embrace the strait. The salty wind blows head-on. The open black coat is blown by the wind, and the cigarette in the mouth is quiet. Burning quietly, the red dot of the cigarette butt flickered in the dark, but the boiling blood still had no tendency to calm down, and the emptiness in my heart gradually expanded.

——What's wrong with wanting power?

In this world, everyone is lonely, any relationship can be replaced, all talents can be copied, and no one needs anyone.Is it right to suppress desires, live a repetitive life in a daze, and finally disappear from this world without a sound?

Rather than this...

His eyes fell on the rough palm, he clenched it suddenly, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

- It's ruined.

A helicopter hovered above the night sky, its propellers whirring loudly.

A routine conversation is taking place over the intercom.

"At an altitude of 1000 meters, arrive at the sky above the scene and report the situation on the scene."

"Confirm the suspected organization, wait...is that the Red Clan?"

"what?"

Obviously something unexpected happened.

The elegant young man in the back seat suddenly chuckled, as if he was delighted, although the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Director, please instruct."

"You go back today first."

"Eh?"

The cold wind rushed into the cabin, the team members in the driver's seat stared blankly at the open hatch, but the young man in the seat was nowhere to be seen.

Holding a ball of crimson flames in the palm of the hand, the power rushes and collides in the blood vessels, trying to find an outlet to vent, setting off violent attacks one after another, the muscles and bones whine under the clamor of power, the veins on the back of the hand burst out, and the fire burns It is more prosperous, whether it is in the hands or in the heart.

With a thought, he raised his head.

It seems accidental, but also inevitable.

Falling into a pair of beautiful purple pupils without warning, the night without moon and stars was as cold as moonlight, the hot head seemed to be washed by the cold water, the manic heart miraculously settled down, Zhou Fang spit out the smoke, Provoking the corners of his mouth, he opened his arms in a gesture of hugging, but his hands condensed red energy, and his eyes were provocative.

The smile on Munakata's lips quietly widened.

"Yeah, yeah, what a barbarian, well, I accept the challenge." Holding down the hilt of the sword in a swooping posture, the smile on the corner of his mouth turned into ice and snow, and a sharp edge flashed across his eyes, " Munakata, draw your sword."

Chi Yan's fist and Qing Yan's knife collided, and the majestic energy spread rapidly around the two of them. The violent wind set off a dark tide, and Chi Yuqing's fireworks were glued together and twisted into a pillar of fire and thrown into the sky. The two completely different forces interacted with each other. Fighting, the impact of fists and knives sparked blazing and frightening sparks, the strength ran away excitedly in the limbs, the protective walls opened by the Zongxiang were smashed one after another, and the surrounding flames were crushed by the sword force. If you care about it, your emotions will become more passionate. Two huge swords, one red and one blue, hang high in the sky, shining through the dark night.

"Are those two people serious?" Kusanagi frowned and stared anxiously at the two huge monsters in the air, "So the king is really a creature..." He complained in a rambling manner, then turned to face the dull crowd. Said, "Okay, everyone is ready to evacuate, it will be bad luck if you stay any longer."

Before the words were finished, another group of people rushed forward, all wearing blue uniforms with swords, the leader was a young and beautiful woman, her hot body made some male animals swallow quietly, the obvious swallowing sound made Kusanagi's His expression suddenly became very subtle, and Hatta, who was familiar with his character, quietly leaned towards Kamamoto, and the two throwing knives shot straight at him without any surprises, and dodged flexibly, and he was about to beat someone angrily, but he was angry. The last face of asking questions.

"A mere Misaki dares to ignore me?"

"Bastard monkey!"

"Hey~ you just have to keep looking at me."

Awashima didn't want to care about his hentai subordinates any more. Obviously, Kusanagi had a close heart and went to play with the two melons rolling the grass.

"Scepter4 is here, what's your business?"

Awashima showed an official document with a royal blue seal, and said in a businesslike tone: "We suspect that the people inside are related to a nasty drug smuggling case of supernatural beings, and we have preliminary evidence. Don't interfere with official duties."

"Of course, all the supernatural beings are inside," Kusanagi immediately pointed to the sky and said, "But I think it's better to transfer people as soon as possible."

"..." There was a tired look on Awashima's face, and he couldn't stop his boss from committing crimes during work.Kusanagi expressed his deep understanding of this, after all, the king criminal of his family also served as the demolition office.

"Deputy Chief!" Daoming Si rushed over with a comatose child in his arms.

"what happened?"

"The child has a fever."

Hearing this, Awashima put his hand on the child's forehead, and sure enough, there was an abnormal temperature under his palm, so he made a decisive decision: "Hurry up and send him to the hospital, Akiyama, you go with him."

The two left in a hurry, and no one paid attention to the moment they turned around. The eyes of the child in Daoming Temple's arms opened a crack, and the white pupils reflected bright colors under the light of the red-blue flame.

—beautiful... flames...