Be.
That's right.
The beauty is like jade, very seductive.
It's a pity that I eat it at this time, and I feel a bit of a coercion for retribution.
Yu Wencheng never did such a thing.
He has always believed that the kind of thing between men and women must be based on your love and willingness, and it must be based on mutual affection.
He and Yubi Hamayi are obviously far from this part.
So, he can only enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Yu Wencheng shook his head a little reluctantly, and finally slid his gaze over Yubihama's slender snow-white ankles, covered her with a thin blanket, got up and opened the door and walked out.
The moment the door was closed, Yubi Hama's eyes opened slightly.
The beautiful eyes reveal an indescribable complex expression, and the delicate face has a faint ruddy, like the sunset at the end of the sunset.
"Yaga ......"
Yubi Hamayi whispered quietly, and he didn't know if he was scolding the departing Scar Man for not understanding the amorous feelings, or if he was scolding himself for being too timid and not having the courage to get up and keep the man.
She reached out from under the blanket and grabbed the upper corner of the blanket, covering the lower half of her cheek, staring at the striped ceiling in distraction, not knowing what to think. …… Inside a ward at Sapporo Central Hospital.
"Ahhhh Wood Twilight Dust Eight!
I'll kill you!
I'm going to kill you!
Kamakura Ze, who was lying on the hospital bed, shouted hoarsely and desperately.
There was a strong violent air in his eyes.
His frenzied roar echoed through the room, like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.
"Mr.
Kamakura, although you have been injected with local anesthetics, only emotional stability can help you recover from your injuries, so please calm down."
The doctor on the side whispered helplessly.
Suddenly, there were all kinds of swords, guns, swords, halberds......
No, all sorts of syringes, plates, potion bottles flew towards the doctor: "Get out!"
Get out of here!
The doctor ran to the door in horror while protecting his head, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he was blocked by several big men in black clothes, who didn't mean to beat him, but were a little anxious: "Doctor!
What about the injuries of the young master of Kamakura What is it?
The doctor smiled wryly and shook his head: "We have tried our best, but it is too completely broken.
To add insult to injury, all the nerves in the endosomal connection were destroyed, and even testicular transplantation could not be performed I'm afraid that the sir will only be ...... in the future."
The doctor shook his head, didn't want to say anything more, and hurried away.
The faces of several men suddenly sank, and they couldn't help but glance at each other, and they all saw a touch of deep fear in each other's eyes.
"What now?"
A big man wiped the sweat oozing from his forehead and asked.
"What else can I do?
Notify the team leader immediately!
Another young man with long hair gritted his teeth and said, "This is no longer something we can take responsibility for.
That damn Twilight Dust!
Blood must be paid for this!
” Despite his hard words, his legs kept shaking.
Apparently knowing that this matter was reported to the team leader, they would also bear the terrible consequences of poor protection.
He took out his mobile phone, his fingers trembling for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and dragged a number out of the number book and pressed the call button. …… In the middle of the night, when everything is silent, the night wind rolls up the pure white curtains, and the mercury-like moonlight pours into the room and falls on the dark brown wooden planks.
There was a constant thumping sound in the silent courtyard, a few frog chirpings in the pond, and the occasional pop of pops.
At this moment, the beginning of autumn has passed, and the large green leaves have begun to turn yellow.
A leaf fell off the branch, swaying in the wind and drifting indoors, through the long corridor.
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Finally, it stopped in front of a wood-colored floor-to-ceiling cabinet.
Jingle bells!
The loud sound of the phone shook and the phone on the counter almost jumped out of the slot.
The sound was harsh, breaking the silence.
It's a dial-up phone that only exists in most people's memory, and in this modern age of the internet, this kind of thing can almost be called a fossil.
It's hard to imagine anyone else using such primitive means of communication.
A burly figure opened the paper door, and the light fell with the sound of a clicking switch, this is an old man wearing a black and white trough and corners, with a serious expression, from the appearance of which he is close to the age of antiquity, but the muscles on his body But it's still angular.
He is the famous Kamakura Yamane, the current leader of the Inujin group.
He picked up the phone, his face expressionless: "I'm Kamakura Yamane."
Say. ” The phone is only activated in the most urgent cases.
Of course, he wouldn't waste half a word.
Just waiting for the other party to speak, Kamakura Yamane habitually pulled out a pipe from his waist, slid a match, and lit the tobacco in the smoke pot.
The smoke pot accompanied him as he inhaled and exhaled, emitting a bright red light.
"Report, report team, team leader......"
The person on the other end of the phone swallowed desperately, and his voice was full of nervousness and hesitation: "Young Master Kamakura, he and him......
He was deposed. ” The shiny red dot suddenly stopped.
It's as if the temperature suddenly drops to zero, and even the flames are frozen instantly.
The frog by the pond froze and did not dare to move.
The strong wind that was still blowing just now also disappeared at this moment.
Kamakura Yamane held the arm of the cigarette stick, and the green tendons burst out one after another, as if he was holding a katana ready to be unsheathed.
This time the silence seemed short, and it seemed long.
No one could hear any emotional fluctuations in Kamakura Yamane's voice, but the more it was so, the more chilling it became: "Go on." ” "Hah, Hay.
Young Master Kamakura ...... tonight" The person on the other end of the phone hurriedly responded, telling Kamakura Yamane everything that happened tonight.
After hearing the last word, two long wisps of green smoke slowly floated out of Kamakura Yamane's nasal cavity.
He put the cigarette holder in his mouth again, silently reciting the names of the two key figures in his mind.
Yubi Hama.
Wood Twilight Dust Eight.
"Team Leader......
So what do we have now?
The other end of the phone asked uneasily.
A cold glint flashed in Kamakura Yamagen's eyes: "Protect the young master."
Wait for me to come over. ” "Hello."
The other end of the line hurriedly answered.
Kamakura Yamane crushed the phone and walked in the direction of the gate step by step, his cigarette stick scraping all the way through the wall, making an unpleasant, piercing creak.
Countless black-clothed people walked out from behind the paper doors on both sides quickly and orderly, silently following him.
At the gate, two young and docile women stretched out a set of haori kimonos, and Kamakura Yamane stretched out his arms, and the luxurious kimono was worn on his body.
A few minutes ago, it was a silent ghostly old mansion, but now it came to life in a few breaths.
The lights were lit up one by one, like a torch on a journey.
The whistling wind poured into everyone's ears, and the treetops outside the door were so overwhelmed by the air flow that they couldn't lift their heads, and Kamakura Yamane walked out of the gate, and the propeller of a helicopter at the door had begun to slowly spin.
"Call the person in charge of the life insurance company and don't act until you get an explanation."
Kamakura Yamane stepped onto the helicopter without looking back.
"Hello!"
The black-clothed men nodded and shouted, their voices resounding throughout the mansion.
The propeller spun violently, whistling leaves all over the ground.
It's like a terrifying storm that is about to sweep through the world.