Metropolis, Chinatown, the second floor of the Long Gun Martial Arts Hall, in the room.

The sunlight pours out from outside the door, slanting out of the dust and floats.

On the bed, a man with a raised figure, three-dimensional facial features, a broad forehead, a firm nose, and a very handsome face. He was anxious during sleep, and his eyes were surging under the skin.

"ah!"

Roger suddenly woke up, his pupils tightened, and he was sweating profusely, and he suddenly bounced from the bed.

"I've traveled through time!"

He turned his head and breathed slightly tightly. In the afternoon, the golden light shone in from the doors and windows, and the golden slant reflected the dust floating. This room with oriental classical modernization, familiar dark mahogany furniture, hanging paintings, blue and white porcelain, and wooden stakes in the corner. If the large room gives him a sense of familiarity, it also has a layer of yarn, hazy and real.

Roger's hand pressed on the bed tightened, and the touch was cold. He grabbed the handle of the knife tightly.

He looked surprised and picked up the cold handle of the knife held in his right hand, and found that there was a knife on the bed where he was lying on it?

It is a Tang Heng sword, completely black, with light and dark golden petal shapes on the hands, exquisite patterns extending to the jaw of the knife, exquisite and magnificent, with straight blades, sharp edges, and slanted to the tip of the knife.

This Tang Heng sword is magnificent and magnificent, straight and cold, and the blade seems to scratch the air at any time.

The appearance is grand and noble, and the straight blade is straight and straight. It has both the kingly style of the sword and the domineering spirit of the sword. It has both the noble and elegant temperament, and the cold and hard arrogance and mystery.

‘Stir…’

Roger took a knife in his right hand and slashed the air a few times. The air was cut open, as if it was cutting the air molecules, and unexpectedly fitting himself. He could move at will, and he could reach the point of being like an arm's command.

Whether it is appearance, length, or temperament, it is very consistent with yourself.

With sharp blades in your body, the murderous intention arises.

Holding this knife, Li Xiao was ready to cut something.

suddenly.

A spiritual power was transmitted from the hilt to Roger's hands. Then, the spiritual energy was as warm as fog, and from Li Xiao's arm muscles, fibers, nerves, and cells, it was contaminated. Soon, like an active elf, the spiritual power gathered in every cell in the body. The cells in the whole body were like soaking in a hot spring, warm and warm, making Roger unable to help but moan comfortably.

"Zanpakura, magic gun."

A message spread the spiritual energy and rushed into Roger's mind.

The magic gun is the name of this knife.

It's also a ability.

It is a Zanpakura, with the ability of the Death God Ichimaru Gin Zanpakura.

This magic gun was constructed from its own soul. Although Roger knew the name of the knife, it still had no solution.

The knife is still in its original state.

"Sharp gun..."

Roger's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered softly. His left fingers gently stroked the blade, and the touch was cold. His fingertips seemed to caress the skin of a peerless beauty, so it made people care about their hands.

When the spiritual energy told him the name of the sword, he also carried all information about using the sword.

It’s like practicing familiarity with this magic gun for tens of millions and billions of times, it’s like sleeping with a magic gun every day, it’s your own hands and feet, another organ, limb, and your own soul.

In an instant, he was already the master of the sword art.

As long as you hold a knife, you will not be afraid of God.

"Stop, Roger!"

An aunt from the Song family suddenly appeared outside the door. Seeing Roger holding a knife and trying to commit suicide, her tired face was so shocked that she lost her face. She was shocked and knocked down the ginger soup on her hand. The strong smell of ginger soup spread throughout the room.

Roger was stunned.

The one who appeared at the door was the aunt of the Song family, who was neighbors with the Long Gun Martial Arts Hall.

The Song family opened a Chinese restaurant not far from the Changgu Martial Arts Hall. Its Cantonese cuisine tastes authentic and has been well received by Chinese people in Chinatown.

Changgu Martial Arts and Song Family Restaurant have been helping each other for more than ten years and have a good relationship.

but.

Aunt Song!

I just touched my own magic gun, what are you doing???

Aunt Song was frightened and ran over quickly, her eyes were tired and blood-tight, and she looked at Roger with a scared heartbroken look, "Roger, don't do stupid things. The truth is clear, those niggers must be retribution. Your uncle Song has contacted the Qing Gang for help."

"They can't take away the long spear martial arts hall."

Roger suddenly realized that Aunt Song thought she could not bear the sadness and wanted to seek short-sightedness.

I am happily reborn, so how can I seek short-sightedness?

"Aunt Song, I'm fine."

Roger laughed silently.

What a big mistake.

The cause of the incident was caused by the Bloody Battle Axe Gang's appearance on the Long Spear Martial Arts Hall.

The Bloody Tomahawk Gang was a gang transferred from Hobi Bay a year ago. With its fierceness, ruthlessness, and powerful arms weapons, it eliminated several gangs in Chinatown at that time, causing a sensation and fear, and was based in Chinatown.

Hobi Bay may not understand the audience who do not read the DC comics seriously.

Another name is famous.

Suicide slum!

The metropolis is the dirtiest place with poor economy, backward economy, rampant crime, and gangs of all sizes.

Even Superman cannot eliminate the chaos and sin here.

But for some reason, the Bloody Battle Axe Gang came out of Hobi Bay and came to Chinatown to dominate.

Half a year ago, the Bloody Battle Axe Gang took a fancy to the location of the Long Spear Martial Arts Hall and came to discuss with Luo's father to buy the Martial Arts Hall.

The gangster discusses a deal with you, where is there any good deal?

That's a price with threats and intimidation.

Luo's father could not tolerate someone threatening his son and establishing himself in the place of survival. He was furious on the spot. The Luo family's master took off his spear and fisted, and was unparalleled. He interrupted the powerful black men from the Bloody Battle Axe Gang, causing them to roll back miserably.

Since then, the bloody battle axe gang in the Long Spear Martial Arts Hall has formed hatred.

A month ago, a student was threatened by the Bloody Tomahawk Gang and gradually returned the fees and left one after another.

A female student was dragged into an alley on the way home from get out of class and was humiliated.

Luo's father learned from the students that it was the Bloody Tomahawk Gang who interfered, threatened the students to drop out of school, and pulled the female student into the alley on the way out of class to humiliate. Then the female student became humiliated and rushed to a mental hospital.

Hearing this news, Luo's father was very upset and thought that he had indirectly harmed the female student, and that his fight with the Bloody Battle Axe Gang implicated others.

Luo's father dismissed all the students and refunded the tuition fees. He insisted on returning the female student to justice. He ran around the police station and hired a lawyer, intending to use fair laws to judge the perpetrators. In the end, because there was no evidence, the Bloody Tomahawk Gang interfered, and the Chinatown Police Station was perfunctory and could not understand the matter.

Later, the female student died of electrocution in a mental hospital.

Luo's father cried in grief that night, and drank a bottle of Erguotou to the sky, yelling that no one found an axiom for his students, and even if he sacrificed his life, he would seek justice for her!

The martial artist is full of blood and turbulent, and cannot bend. With a stern and unyielding anger, Luo's father had red eyes and punched the Bloody Battle Axe Gang with bare hands. He was forced to the guns and bullets, and the standard-stained person who insulted the female student to pieces and his brains exploded!

And he himself was swept to death by bullets.

When Roger returned from Metropolitan University, he only saw the body of his father who was shot into a sieve.

The American police came to investigate and left an impatient saying that Li's father hurt someone with martial arts, broke into private territory without the consent of others, killed a black man, and paid a considerable amount of money.

The Bloody Battle Axe Gang is self-defense and is innocent.

Roger knew that the law was correct, but it was difficult to accept reality and felt very painful.

In a daze, he helped the funeral at the neighbor Song family, and finally fainted from sorrow in the mourning hall and lost his soul.

"Take your body and take you cause and effect!"

Rogge thought silently in his heart, his eyes cold, and he took on this hatred.

The hazy and unreality in my mind disappeared, and all my memories were deeply imprinted into my own experience.

I am Roger!

The handle of the knife held was getting colder.

The right fingers gently stroked the blade, and the coldness was biting.

The revenge of killing your father must be revenged!

Aunt Song didn't believe what Roger said was nothing, but she had no choice but to move her with emotion and reason. She was the only one left in the Li family. Don't be too sad, don't seek short-sightedness, and at the same time expressing anger at the bloody battle axe gang behavior.

"Don't worry, your Uncle Song has already invited the Qing Gang people to come. Those niggers can't grab the martial arts hall." Aunt Song comforted.

"Thank you, Aunt Song."

Roger smiled slightly.

Occupying Roger's body and taking on Roger's interpersonal relationships, Roger's hatred is his own hatred.

Not only did he want to save the martial arts school, but he also wanted to kill his enemies!
To be continued...