Your Highness, give birth to a child for this king!

Two years later, West End.

The evening sky is filled with soft warm colors, the withered and yellow poplar leaves and red maple leaves are falling on the roadside, and no one cleans the ground. There are few vehicles passing by on this road, and a few people occasionally appear, and they are all strangely dressed and unemployed. Youth, the streets are in depression.

The West District was originally under the jurisdiction of the Colorless King. Since the former Colorless King Sanlun died and no one managed it, the place gradually fell into disrepair. Most of the residents have moved out of here. In just a few years, it has become a crime scene. In the city, even though there is a new manager now, the situation has not improved.

Stealing, robbing, and killing, this place can be said to be a paradise for criminals, and it is also a world where the law of the jungle preys on the strong. They run rampant, but no one controls them—because this is exactly what the managers want to see.

As I said earlier, there is nothing new about robbery here.

After finishing off the last opponent, the silver-haired boy stood up and easily patted the dust on his hands, and said with a hearty smile, "It's easy."

The young man looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face, a little blood oozing from his forehead, and his face was covered with dirt. It could be seen that he had done a big job just now, and at this time, he was already lying on the ground for five years. Six grown men, they looked much stronger than the boy, it was hard to imagine that the boy could defeat so many opponents by himself.

I thought I could just retreat, but suddenly I heard an angry voice behind me.

"You bastard!"

As the boy turned his head, a gunshot sounded, and the bullet passed through his left shoulder suddenly, causing the boy to groan in pain.

The man with the gun was tall and tall, with a ferocious expression, "Aren't you very skilled? Come on! See if you dare to be arrogant with me again! Damn it!"

The young man raised his head, and his face instantly turned a little pale due to the severe pain. He held his wound and said, "Don't be kidding, this is not a place where you can use a gun. Do you want to die?"

"Bah! You fucking dare to be arrogant, don't you?"

boom--

Another shot, the bullet pierced the boy's thigh, and he couldn't stand still and half knelt on the ground for a while.

The man laughed wildly, "Hahaha... If I tell you to kneel down for me, you have to kneel down!"

However, compared to the man's arrogance, the men who were with him all showed fear on their faces. They had already been injured to some extent, but now they fled from the spot regardless of whether they were rolling or crawling.

The man yelled at them, "Stop!"

In the end, the man who escaped swears: "It's your business that you want to die, we don't want to accompany you!" They originally gathered together to rob some young people's money to survive, and no one wanted to lose their lives.

Yes, this is an iron rule that everyone living in the West District knows. No matter who it is, guns and ammunition must not be used here, otherwise it will end badly.

The man fired at his companion angrily, and then spat fiercely, "Everyone is a coward! If I had known earlier, I might as well do it by myself! If I have a gun, I own the world, and I am the biggest in the west! "

The young man's face was pale due to excessive blood loss. He glanced at the man who had just fainted after being hit and struggled for a while, and said, "You're crazy..."

The man raised his gun and shouted: "Ha! How dare you talk hard!" After finishing speaking, the man was about to shoot, but when he was about to pull the trigger, a figure flashed by, and before he knew what was going on, he shot Kicked off the wall.

The man was dizzy from being bumped, and suddenly realized that he was bleeding from the nose. "Damn it!" is fear.

The woman in front of her was wearing a long black coat with a white shirt inside, her cleavage could be vaguely seen from the deliberately loosened neckline, her slender legs were outlined by her skinny jeans, and her high heels added an elegant femininity. With the back of her head, she looks sexy and charming.

However, compared to the intuitive feeling given by the appearance, what surprised the man was a slender scar on her collarbone.

The man thought that maybe she would show up, but why did it happen so quickly—there were many rumors about the woman who was called the king in the West District, but few people actually saw her. A blond woman with a scar down her neck.

It was this person who set the rules in the West District, and anyone who broke the rules would be punished. Until now, everyone in the West District has run away without exception when they heard the name 'Xia Wuyin'.

The man's legs began to tremble.

Xia Wuyin took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a puff. Without looking at the man, he said to the silver-haired boy, "Hey, boy, do you want a cigarette?"

The half-kneeling silver-haired boy was a little inexplicable. He also knew who the person standing in front of him was. If he refused, he might end up miserable, but... I'm sorry, but now he really doesn't even have the strength to hold a cigarette, so Only Chaoxia shook his head silently.

Xia Wuyin shrugged, exhaled a smoke ring, and said lightly: "I think you probably don't have that strength anymore."

The young man relaxed a lot for no reason. This woman is not as scary as the rumors said. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw that Xia Wuyin had already taken action. The next moment his thoughts were completely overturned.

After just two puffs, Xia Wuyin threw away the cigarette butt and stepped on his breath, "Then what should be solved should be solved."

The man who was about to escape was blocked by her, Xia Wuyin stood in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, where are you going?"

The man's expression was stiff, he didn't see her actions clearly at all, and when he came to his senses, she was already in front of him, maybe he couldn't escape, all kinds of rumors about Xia Wuyin appeared in the man's mind, the desire to survive Instinct made him shoot.

But things didn't develop as he expected. He only heard the gunshot, but he didn't see the blood of the person in front of him, nor did he see the bullet. His face turned pale instantly, and his legs limp and fell to the ground.

Xia Wuyin looked down at him, looked at the bullet in his hand, threw it on the ground, then stepped on the back of the man's hand, the tiny heel of his high-heeled shoes rolled on the man's flesh, and the man screamed in pain.

Xia Wuyin squatted down, grabbed the man's hair, and carefully looked at the man's face. It was her most common expression - panic.

As if she had no interest, she grabbed the man's neck and pressed him against the wall. The man struggled hard, but he couldn't move a bit. He used his slender body to restrain a big adult man. This picture looked extremely incongruous, compared to Xia Wuyin, a painfully struggling man, did not tighten his fingers in the slightest panic, his expression was so calm that he was doing something normal.

Seeing that the man was about to lose his hold, the young man couldn't bear to plead, "You, let him go."

After saying this sentence, the young man regretted it, maybe even himself will be killed together, is that person someone else?It's Xia Wuyin!That person who exists like a god in the West End cannot tolerate a woman who is disobedient.

Xia Wuyin raised her eyes and glanced at the young man, then responded lightly: "Yes."

This was really beyond the boy's expectation. When the boy was stunned, Xia Wuyin had already let go of the dying man.

Eh?Why?The young man was full of doubts in his heart, watching the beautiful blond woman walking towards him with her coat closed.

Xia Wuyin approached and helped him up, and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man's face was pale, he didn't know whether it was because he lost too much blood or he was overly flattered, he was at a loss for words: "..."

"Huh?" She seemed patient.

The boy replied bravely, "I... I don't have a name, but everyone I know calls me Xiaobai."

Xia Wuyin was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Follow me."

"..."

"Follow me," she repeated.

"Oh..." It's not a feeling of fear or panic, but wanting to do this, as if being bewitched. At this moment, what he thinks is to obey the order of the king who is above him.