Fengyun Hotel, luxury suites on the fifth floor, a bedroom dedicated to exercises, filled with nearly a hundred white candles.

The candle burns, illuminating the practice room very brightly, and filling the room with heat and candle gas.

In the middle of the candle stood a shirtless blood shadow. He was holding a knife in his hand. The blade was sharp and the blade was red, as if stained with blood.

Blood Shadow's hand holding the knife is as steady as Mount Tai, as if nothing can be shaken, he with his long hair tied up, no longer the arrogance and arrogance of the teahouse.

There was only silence on his face, only concentration. He glanced around at nearly a hundred candles, his eyes were reflected in the shadow of the candlelight, and it seemed to be carved into it.

Thirty seconds later, Blood Shadow stretched out his hand and pulled down the blindfold above his head, instantly blocking his cold eyes, and he could no longer see any scene in the room.

He turned a circle and a half, then stood still, bowed slightly, ready to go.

"call!"

Just as the night breeze was blowing in through the cracks in the window, the blood shadow screamed and moved out, at the same time the blood knife waved forward.

The light of the knife flashed, the wick of the front row of candles was cut off in an instant, the eleven candles were extinguished under the knife, and the room was also dimmed.

After a successful move, the blood shadow did not stop there, and it slid sideways, the blood knife swung out again and again, and the two cross knife shadows flashed away in the candlelight.

"Fuck!"

The twelve candles placed irregularly had their burning wicks cut out in the light of the knife, and a little bit of black dust fell to the ground with the wind, and the room was darker for two minutes.

The blood shadow turned around, and one side of her body was spinning like a top, the blood knife waved along with it, and the three rows of fret-shaped candles went out...

"Swish swish!"

Nearly half of the candles were extinguished in one breath, but the blood shadow was not at all proud. With a flick of his wrist, another bunch of swordsmen extinguished the candles in several corners.

Although he was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to see everything. His figure moved back and forth in the room, and the blood knife continued to bloom, looking very beautiful in the darkness.

"flutter!"

When the blood shadow kicked the wall and fell to the ground, the blood knife waved to the side and swept it. The last candle was cut, but the light was not extinguished.

A piece of wick and a smear of wax were cut at the same time, but it did not roll off the tip of the knife, but stopped at the sharp tip of the knife, making the blade more blood red.

The candle light flashed twice, stretched a trace of flame, and then burned stubbornly, very beautiful...

"flutter!"

Blood Shadow stretched out his hand to take off the black blindfold and looked around with relief. He cut off all the 98 candles, and every cut was smooth.

Then it fell on the burning wick on the tip of the knife, with an indescribable pride in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

Xueying still held the blood knife, went to the door to turn on the headlight, and when the light was on, the candle burned out the last drop of wax oil and went out.

Xueying's wrist flicked, and the dust dropped to the ground.

"Congratulations to the king, I will make another 10% improvement."

When the blood shadow took the knife into its sheath and walked out of the room door, several men who were sitting in the lobby and saw a scene from the surveillance system, all greeted them and shouted.

"Thank you everyone, my achievements are also due to you. It is you who solved a lot of troubles for me so that I can concentrate on practicing."

Xueying nodded to them: "You are the people I believe most, and I will pass on all my skills to you and make you all stronger."

When Ye Tianlong was madly beaten in the afternoon, Xueying was very upset, ready to cultivate his loyalty.

Several subordinates happily replied: "Thank you Heavenly King."

Blood Shadow pulled a coat and put it on, and drank the hot milk from his hand, then looked at the door, and asked a bald man:

"Didn't Team Leader Wang come back? Didn't she have already decided at dusk that the kid was forced into a coma and entered the ward?"

He was very unhappy: "Killing an unknown person to toss for six or seven hours is in vain. I treat her so seriously."

The bald-headed man was the newcomer Zhao Wuji introduced to Bloodshadow. His name was Zhao Zixiang. One and a half years later, he became the most important person for Bloodshadow.

Zhao Zixiang has a flexible mind and knows how to help, and he is able to correct his words and expressions. He has dealt with many problems for the blood shadow, and he has won the blood shadow's trust.

Hearing Xueying's question, Zhao Zixiang replied respectfully: "Two hours ago, she called and said that many people were visiting the target."

"She couldn't find time to start at the moment."

"But it should be hands-on now. I tried calling her cell phone just now, but it turned off and it was supposed to be on duty."

Xueying sneered: "There have been a lot of visits, it seems that the kid has a little background, too, without any background, how can he dare to challenge me in public?"

"It's a pity that he offended me who shouldn't offend me, so he is destined to become a dead body tonight."

He walked slowly to the window and opened a curtain to check: "If I'm not afraid of long nights and dreams, I don't want to do it myself and let Liu Ye perform."

After coming to Jiangcheng for so many days, I only saw a few backbones of Ouyang Jinyue, but Liu Ye did not see him at all, making Blood Shadow very angry with Liu Ye's arrogance.

If it weren’t for Ouyang Jinyue’s news that Liu Ye had a full moon night to entertain him, Blood Shadow really wanted to take someone into Liu Ye’s garden to make him correct his attitude.

As one of the eight heavenly kings of the Thirteen Leagues, an old man from Jiangcheng who dared to leave him in the cold like this is really a life and death to Blood Shadow.

"Heavenly King, just ask Liu Ye for help."

Zhao Zixiang responded with a smile: "I heard that the sixth master is in a mess now, and two generals and more than one hundred subordinates have all been killed."

"He was also involved in the vortex of drug smuggling and the robbery of money-carrying vehicles, asking him to help us, either the lion opened his mouth or sent waste to fool us."

He went to the kitchen to bring some food for Blood Shadow to make supper: "It's not as efficient as we do it ourselves."

"I also have this consideration, so there is no trouble to his old man."

Blood Shadow finished drinking the milk in the glass, and then snorted coldly: "But on the night of the full moon, he doesn't know how to lift up and refuses to submit, so I will kill him."

Zhao Zixiang took the topic softly: "Although he is old, but not confused, he should not refuse our request."

"Now the North is in the thirteen leagues, and the best in the South is the Tiger Wolf. The other gangs are insignificant."

"As long as Liu Ye submits to us, we will help him unify the southern underworld and become the leader of the southern underworld."

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "In return, he only needs to give the Thirteen League 200 million yuan in tribute every year to show his status as a minister."

Xueying said faintly: "I just can't figure it out. Why did Meng Zhao choose him as an agent? Wouldn't it be better for us to directly adjust the elite and sweep the south?"

"Heavenly King, this is the old way of the leader."

Zhao Zixiang is obviously the confidant of Xueying. He whispered to analyze Zhao Wuji's intention: "The southern dragon has been without a leader for many years."

"The reason for this situation is definitely not that the southern gangs are not enterprising, it must be that the water inside is too deep and it is not easy to mix together to form multiple gangs."

There was a ray of light in his eyes: "The death of the thin nun and the fat Toutuo also proves that the southern underworld is too paradoxical, so the 13 alliances are not cost-effective."

Xueying thought of the two people who had been trained by him but had died, and there was a ray of unrecognizable sadness or mockery in his eyes.