Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

what's the situation?

The yellow-haired youth looked at the black cat whose neck was still responding to Roland with a baby voice after being lifted, with a confused look on his face.

When he was in school, he also went to hunt stray cats with other friends. With the character of this animal, once he was frightened, he should be very vigilant to the people behind him, but that black cat was just killed by himself. After attacking, but after bumping into that guy, he acted like a normal person.

Is there something abnormal about this guy? Huang Mao turned sideways and looked at Roland who was holding a black cat in a daze - the clothes were very tidy, and the style looked good, and they were still very new. The temperament of alienation.

The most impressive thing is probably only the long nails, which are estimated to be three centimeters long. How long has it been since this guy cut it? His hands are so clean.

At first glance, it is the kind of guy who has found a job, works in a high-rise company, and has a bright future, which is completely different from a guy like myself who is often fired.

Tsk, Huang Mao secretly spat, and a thought naturally came to his mind.

—Let's knock some money on this guy.

As a guy who already had a deep reputation, Huang Mao was already familiar with this kind of thing.

He took out two cans of beer from his bag and walked towards Roland.

"Hey, are you all right, the cat didn't hurt you, did it?"

Roland glanced at the wine cans scattered around the young man, and a wet stain from the beer splashed on the wall. He understood what had happened before, and slowly squatted down, put the black cat on the ground, and gently Gently stroked, patted the opponent's tail, motioning for him to leave quickly.

Obviously, there is no such effect when interacting with other animals, but for some reason, Roland has always been loved by cats recently. No matter how fierce the cat is, it will obediently turn its belly out in front of him, hug and masturbate casually.

Until the end, Roland couldn't find out the reason, and could only attribute it to the influence of the Killer Queen's cat ears.

Therefore, he didn't have any intention of talking to the yellow-haired young man. After watching the cat leave in three steps, he stood up, took the bag in his hand again, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

The yellow-haired young man who was rejected did not feel embarrassed. He turned sideways, stood in front of Roland, handed a can of unopened wine to Roland, and said in a disgustingly oily tone.

"Hey, didn't you hear me, little brother? Forget it, meeting is fate. I'm bored drinking alone here. Come and have a drink. You won't give up this bit of face, will you?"

Roland frowned, and moved his hand away without touching the yellow-haired skin through the corner of the opponent's clothes.

"No, I already have an appointment today."

Huang Mao, who was rejected, was about to have a seizure when he suddenly turned his eyes and consciously moved out of the way.

Seeing the other party was considered sensible, and Roland didn't intend to ask for trouble. He ignored the other party and walked forward along the street lights. Then, when Roland had already been with the yellow-haired young man.

With a jerk, the yellow hair grabbed the paper bag hidden by Roland's side, with a greedy gleam in his eyes.

"At such a late hour, mysteriously hiding something and going home, it can't be a good thing, it can't be done, little brother!"

Huangmao's fingers tightly grasped the kraft paper bag, like a crow trying to catch its prey. This kind of paper bag is quite tough and not easy to grab. His purpose from the beginning was to tear it apart.

"puff……"

Inside the paper bag, something tightly wrapped in foam fell to the ground. It was a display case made of hard plastic. With the light of the street lamp, Huang Mao squinted his eyes and saw the whole picture of the thing .

——It was a pair of delicate, pale, lifeless, severed hands.

"Ahhh—!"

Under the dark night and dim street lights, the impact brought by a pair of severed hands was too strong. Huangmao took a step back subconsciously, and fell to the ground in a panic. He raised his head and looked at Roland who was stunned. .

There was no expression on the opponent's face until now, but the pupils were deeper, like ice that could not be melted away.

Roland threw away the torn brown paper bag casually, looked at the cowering yellow hair, and made an indifferent voice.

"So didn't I say that? I have an appointment tonight."

Then, he ignored Huang Mao and walked towards the place where the severed hand fell. Seeing that the other party did not intend to kill anyone, Huang Mao's thumping heart eased a little.

After calming down, Huang Mao subconsciously glanced at the severed hand again. After getting rid of the influence of the atmosphere, he quickly discovered that something was wrong.

The cross-section of the pair of severed hands is too clean, pale in line with the overall color, just like the model...

After discovering the clues that were wrong, he quickly found the key clues, as if to redeem himself for his previous embarrassing performance.

In the corner of the box, a shop name is engraved with an inconspicuous name. These severed hands are just more delicate hand molds.

You bastard, you were actually tricked by this kind of thing!

Under the influence of the alcohol, Huang Mao glanced at the cat and wanted to do the same. He climbed a few steps, wanted to grab a can of beer, and smashed it at the hand model that fell on the ground.

Roland turned his head and watched Huangmao's movements, but there was no reaction. The moment Huangmao touched the beer, a silent thunder crashed on Huangmao's body.

"Ahh! My hand..."

Huang Mao let out a wailing that was countless times more stern than before, clutching the hand that suddenly exploded from his wrist, watching the gurgling blood, his heart was filled with fear.

As for Roland, he opened the box unhurriedly at this time, and gently pressed the pair of severed hands to his face and rubbed them lightly. It wasn't until this time that Huangmao realized that the hand model was very similar to Roland's hands. It was customized based on himself.

However, at this time, Huang Mao couldn't care so much anymore.

"Go and call someone, go and call someone, it hurts, it hurts!"

As Huangmao's wailing became more intense, Roland unhurriedly put the dummy into the lining of his jacket, walked towards him slowly, and then kicked Huangmao who was about to crawl out of the alley. Mao kicked back again.

"Did you know? The price of this pair of custom-made hand models is 60,000 yen, and I got it after spending all the bonus that the store manager specially gave me and my previous salary. And I can easily obtain more wealth, but Still living step by step, what do you think this shows?"

"I don't know, please help..."

Before Huangmao could finish speaking, Roland kicked away the other side's approaching cheek.

"This shows that I am content and happy, live a clean life, be upright, honest and trustworthy, I, Roland, just want to live a peaceful life, so, tell me,"

Roland's voice grew louder and louder. After speaking, as if he was still puzzled, he stepped on the opponent's severed hand and crushed it several times with his shoes.

"——Why should I be entangled by such a dirty bastard like you?"