Tat-tat-tat...tat-tat-tat...

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground echoed in the passage.

If you listen carefully, you can see that they are two people walking in the passage. On the left is a white-haired old man wearing a black suit, with a temperament and posture like an elegant butler. On the right is a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

She has slightly hanging black hair and delicate facial features. She is wearing a pair of calf-length boots and a black vest on her upper body, looking low-key and elegant.

The white cuffs of the two people have ancient silver-colored rotating eye prints, which seem to represent the crest of an ancient family.

As he walked along the passage, the boy seemed a little excited. His small fair face turned slightly red.

"Butler, those three people made such a big fuss. Isn't this considered a gang conflagration as mentioned in the magazine? The gangs eat the gangs?"

He talked about some uncommon words he occasionally learned and expressed his opinions: "There was a gunfight just now."

The butler beside him nodded silently, and then said: "Master Youan, you are right. Judging from the scene where so many people fled in panic, there may be a large-scale gun confrontation inside. In addition, there is a high probability that there are more than three people.

There may be other gunmen from the same gang as these three people working together, please take a good guess as to where this place is."

Euan thought for a moment: "Underground boxing ring? Or casino?"

He paused and recalled the clothes of the large number of guests who had escaped from the passage: "It's not a casino, it's an underground boxing ring..."

The housekeeper nodded, and then gave some guidance. Youan continued: "The boss of an underground boxing ring like this will definitely not have low black power, and there is a high probability that he has his own firearms smuggling channels. It is impossible to have heavy machine guns, light ones

The probability of machine guns is also very small. Most pistols, maybe submachine guns. There were quite a few men in black who just went against the flow of people towards the underground boxing ring like us. There were more than ten in sight, and the real number may be two or three

Times. There are 20 to 30 gang members who may be armed with pistols and submachine guns. I need to at least maintain the bone armor defense at the metal level to avoid possible sudden attacks..."

The butler nodded again: "That's right."

As they talked, the two of them had arrived at the last door of the underground boxing ring. Through the crack in the door, Youan could smell the strong smell of blood inside, which could not be concealed at all. He and the housekeeper looked at each other and immediately stretched out their hands.

Point to the center of the eyebrow.

Under the clothes, on the surface of the skin, a layer of light bone armor secreted from the pores like liquid and gradually solidified.

Within a moment, You An was covered in white armor.

The butler stood in front of him, with some pattern-like black bone fragments appearing on his face. The two wanted to watch the gang fight at close range as participants, so they would inevitably be attacked when they opened the door. In case of an accident, the butler

He would stand in front of the young master and take most of the bullets, and then encourage the young master to attack.

Naturally, he brought Young Master You An here this time not only to let him see the dark side of society, gang fights and murders, and to practice logical thinking. The most important thing is to make this place the first time for Young Master You An.

The hotbed of murder is gone. Unlike ordinary people, how can we carry sharp weapons without being stained with blood? It’s time for Master Youan to understand the difference between them and ordinary people. Only flowers watered by blood can bloom brightly...

"Bang!"

The closed door was directly knocked open, and the butler rushed in first. The black bone spurs pierced the fabric, making it inexplicably ferocious.

However, the expected hail of bullets did not appear.

The entire underground boxing ring was eerily quiet.

The housekeeper glanced at the scene in front of him and paused.

From behind, Euan also rushed over. He took a quick step, glared, and put his right hand on the wall. "Ouch!"

"vomit……"

Stomach acid boiled, and I vomited out my dinner. I sniffed through my nostrils, which made my nausea and vomiting more frequent.

"This... this is not like a gun battle..."

The housekeeper also frowned in disgust. Although he had killed many people, he had never seen such a bloody scene.

There are bullet holes and potholes everywhere, the neatly arranged wooden seats are in pieces, and there are also some broken corridors that seem to have been knocked out by brute force. As far as you can see, there are the main aisle, the audience seats, and the ones next to the ring.

The annular space is full of corpses, numbering about half a hundred in total, and all of them are bloody and mutilated, with missing limbs. You can often see limbs and limbs scattered everywhere, lying limply on the ground.

The floor, walls, and aisles were all covered in blood. It was so sticky and wet that it felt disgusting when you stepped on it with your leather shoes.

It's like a terrifying scene reflected in hell.

People who are not mentally strong enough will faint from fear just by looking at it. It is normal for Master Youan to vomit non-stop like this.

After a minute of slowing down, Youan gradually stopped. It wasn't that he had overcome nausea or something, but that he had vomited all he could.

He gasped and turned his head. When he saw a headless corpse kneeling on the ground not far away, he couldn't help but retch twice.

"Guan...Butler, isn't this a gang fight?"

Euan vomited until there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Things went beyond expectations, young master..."

He frowned and led Euan towards the main aisle of the center. Soon the two of them saw more than a dozen white human skeletons, as well as lumps of red meat stuck together. Euan didn't dare to look at it for a moment.

He closed his eyes and let the butler hold him.

But the smell of blood on the tip of his nose continued to make him nauseated.

The butler reached out his hand solemnly and took a closer look. He was shocked to find that the skeleton in front of him had no trace of meat attached to it. The cook had untied the cow to the point where it was clean.

"This...how is this done?"

He was a little hard to understand.

"Pah!" Youan next to him suddenly exclaimed.

The housekeeper turned around and saw two round eyes on the ground. One was still intact, while the other had been stepped on.

"Butler, let's go back, I don't want to be here anymore..."

Youan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the trace of shame in his heart was defeated. He now has a deep psychological shadow. How did the gang war turn into a flesh and blood factory?

Because the scene in the underground boxing ring revealed signs of unknown danger, the housekeeper nodded simply. Then he wanted to take Youan back the same way, but there were footsteps approaching quickly in the passage. The pace was chaotic, and the number of people was not large.

That's a small amount.

The next second, seven or eight strong men in black uniforms rushed out of the passage. They held pistols in their right hands and shot on sight.

"Kill them both!!!" a leader shouted.

Suddenly, gunpowder smoke and sparks erupted from the barrel of the raised pistol, and bullets passed through and shot through the air.

The bullets hit Euan and the housekeeper but were blocked by bone armor.

A stream of golden sparks exploded.

"You misunderstood, it was not us who did this!" Youan shouted while dodging, and his explanation was extremely pale.

The gunman had no intention of stopping the attack.

"Master, don't talk nonsense to these mortals! Let's go straight out!" A fierce light flashed in the butler's eyes. He was vaguely aware that the two of them seemed to have been inadvertently involved in a dangerous whirlpool. He should leave here first.

It's the most important thing!

"Go away!"

He roared, and six sharp bone claws instantly sprouted from the backs of his hands. He rushed into the group of gunmen and danced fiercely.

Some strong men had their wrists cut off in half and were bleeding profusely, some had a disfiguring scar on their faces, and some had bloodstains more than ten centimeters long on their chests. But they continued to rush in as if nothing was wrong, with no trace of trace on their faces.

Painful expression.

They look like numb and stiff dolls.

These gunmen put aside their guns one after another, stretched out their hands to press on the torn wounds, and actually pulled out blood-red cold weapons from inside. Nailed gloves, axes, swords, spears...

After being pulled out, those seemingly horrific injuries healed quickly. The granulations squirmed disgustingly at the location of the wounds.

And at the same time, a series of footsteps came from behind the passage, as if enemy reinforcements were still approaching.

"Master, let's go over there!"

The housekeeper jumped back, grabbed the somewhat confused Youan, and ran quickly towards another passage.

And these men in black followed closely behind.

There were also some corpses in the passage, but the deaths were clean and tidy, not as bloody and cruel as in the underground boxing ring.

The butler held You An in one hand and turned into a black afterimage and ran quickly. To be honest, he regretted it a little. He really shouldn't have brought the young master out to see the world and practice. The world he saw tonight was too big.

, so big that I have never even seen it!

So, why would three seemingly clumsy gangsters get involved in such a dangerous and extraordinary incident?!

Isn’t it a little too unprofessional?

As a gangster, you just shoot and kill people. Why do you want to get involved in the dangerous whirlpool of such extraordinary events? Do you think life is too big? And you also unintentionally involve yourself and the young master...

The butler swore that if he could see those three stupid woodchucks, he would kick their butts with Master Euan's leather shoes. Oh, what a terrible situation.

There were several turns in the passage, and the housekeeper got a little lost. There were several forks in the road and he didn't know where it led.

He picked one at random and rushed over.

The speed was very fast, and he passed through the underground passage in a flash.

There were many crystal lamps hanging in the hall, and the bright light they brought made the butler squint his eyes slightly, and he glanced over.

Then I saw three stupid prairie dogs in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. They were grinding their teeth and sucking blood, and the scene was like killing people.
To be continued...