【Chapter 3】The world is wonderful, and the wolf clan appears

The weather in summer like Tokyo, Japan changes really fast, and today's temperature suddenly drops, and the sky in the distance shows strange lead-gray clouds. At this time, the wind is roaring, shaking down countless dead branches and leaves, flying all over the sky.

At this time, Sato Ichiro sat alone in the luxurious office on the thirty-sixth floor of the Sakura Building where the club was located. He got off work through the transparent way, looking at the bleak weather outside, and his face was even more gloomy. He gently shook the high-legged wine glass in his hand. The wine glass was as bright as blood without any impurities. It must be an extraordinary thing, but unfortunately it did not attract any taste from the head of the organization.

Ichiro Sato was just staring at the dead branches and leaves falling in the cold wind in a daze. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In the long sigh, there was endless loneliness. The soft crystal chandeliers in the office could not hide the haze between his eyebrows. He had already quit smoking, but was lit up a high-quality Brazilian cigar for the first time. The smoke with mellow and smell rose up in the space of the room. The flashing red cigarette butts seemed to confirm his uneasy mood.

"No, good wine, you will know it's Bordeaux in the 19th century when you smell it. You really can enjoy it!" Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of thin air beside Ichiro Sato and said coldly.

When Ichiro Sato heard this, he couldn't help but tremble all over. The Cuban cigar in his hand almost burned his hands. He quickly turned around and asked anxiously, "How is it? Did the above agree to my request?"

"No……"

"Why? Why not?" Sato Ichiro fell into the sofa in dejectedly, his expression became extremely strange, and he was extremely uneasy, like fear and helplessness when disaster came. The formerly energetic Ichiro Sato Ichiro had transformed into a wince and helpless man in an instant.

"Haha, Ichiro Sato, have you been very tough all the time? Can you handle anything? Why don't you..."

Ichiro Sato's expression was extremely gloomy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch gently, and he murmured: "Don't gloat there, don't forget, I am your partner and have helped you a lot. If something happens to me, your hard work over the years will be in vain."

"Hmph! I don't know why the organization thought this way, but it actually chose someone like you!"

The man snorted coldly and said angrily: "Don't worry, we have prepared the people you need for you. I hope you don't disappoint us this time, otherwise you will definitely die without a burial place."

"What you said is true!"

Ichiro Sato said happily: "Is it Sophia, the beautiful gambling king who swept through all casinos in Las Vegas, the United States last year?"

"Yes, it's Sophia. She's here!"

The man snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect that your news is quite well-informed. You even know such a person."

Sato Ichiro's mood seemed to be much better at this time, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face and said, "There are few things I don't know about in our business!"

"Since that's the case, I hope you can win this time. Otherwise, you will have no value we can use!" A complex look flashed in the man's eyes.

"Tell you that this is not hopeful, but certain."

Sato Ichiro said viciously: "I have absolute confidence in Sofia. Besides, this is also to prevent it. I have other countermeasures. I can completely prevent Zhu Mingyang from appearing in the afternoon two days later, so he will be considered abstention!"

"Are you talking about the Abe family?"

The man sneered twice and said, "Abe Shintaro has indeed gone to find Zhu Mingyang, but it seems that he is not going to take revenge, but seeking cooperation." The man's words were filled with endless ridicule.

"What did you say?"

Ichiro Sato was shocked when he heard this, his face was full of incredibleness. His hands holding the wine glass couldn't help but shake, and most of the wine spilled out, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

As soon as he said this, he realized that he had lost his words. With this person's identity, there was nothing that could not be determined.

Seeing this, the man shook his head and said, "What a pity! What a pity! Such a good wine is really a pity. You know yourself! Although I really hate you, you are still useful at the moment." As soon as he finished speaking, the person had disappeared in this room...

This indifferent person who had just left the luxurious office of Ichiro Sato hasn't walked very far, and he felt a vague feeling-

He felt that there was a gloomy eyes staring at him two meters away from him, no matter what method he took, he could not get rid of it. He had been in the industry for a year or two years. He had never seen any kind of person he thought he could not complete, and he had also performed many tasks that others thought could not be completed. But today he felt that the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere was getting stronger and stronger around...

Although the gloomy atmosphere made him feel a little uncomfortable, it was far from scared, and he didn't care much about it. He just thought coldly in his heart: Could it be the Abe family? However, this thought flashed out and immediately denied it. The Abe family definitely does not have this strength.

Could it be the mysterious person sent by Zhu Mingyang? This is impossible. With the various information he obtained, Zhu Mingyang has nothing surprising to him, but he doesn't know why the head of the organization treats this person so cautiously! He doesn't believe in evil and goes quickly to the suburbs. If he wants a person who will make the head of the organization very afraid of, what is the surprising ability?

"Do you think you can get out?" Suddenly the sound of coming sounded in his ears. He stopped immediately when he heard this and stood quietly in the local area. His eyes were shining with shiny eyes and glanced vigilantly around him. He did not find any suspicious figures. Apart from the dead branches and leaves rolled up by the bleak autumn wind, there was nothing around that he suspected.

"Come out!" His voice was still extremely cold.

"Haha! I have the courage. I like people with such personality, but the direction you chose first was wrong." A low and domineering voice came again. As soon as the voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared opposite him two meters away.

He looked at the young man in casual clothes opposite him, and his pupils couldn't help but tighten. He knew that it was Zhu Mingyang who made Ichiro Sato lose, and also the person who also made the leader of the organization fear.

"Are you Zhu Mingyang?"

"Yes, it's like a fake one!" Zhu Mingyang's lazy voice was so charming, but when he heard it, it seemed like a death knell.

He was truly afraid of the fearless look that the other party did. He had always been very self-conceived about his ability. He did not expect that he was followed by the other party without any rest, and he did not find any of it. It can be seen that Zhu Mingyang has an unknown side. Zhu Mingyang must have known what he and Ichiro Sato said, but he didn't know what he was going to do now? Is he alone or someone else? If he is alone, he is still not afraid.

Thinking of this, he immediately became more vigilant. His face covered in black cloth could not see any expression, but his eyes flashed even more sharply.

"Are you scared? Are you timid? Since you dare to do it, you must take responsibility!" Zhu Mingyang still looked at him and said.

"Scared!? There is no such word in my dictionary!" He still stared at Zhu Mingyang, but the gloomy and cold feeling was still there, as if several eyes were staring at him in the darkness and were the prey to be caught, and there was no chance of escape at all.

"Is that?" Zhu Mingyang said, and his body came to him half a meter away like a ghost. His eyes were staring at the man with bright eyes, "Tell me, your origin!"

"The people who know my origin are dead!"

"Is that true?" Zhu Mingyang said with interest, "Who is the head of the organization you and Ichiro Ruotou? Who is the head of the Sakura Club?"

Zhu Mingyang's voice was still speaking slowly and did not take him seriously at all.

"I've said it just now, everyone who knows my origin is dead!"

"Not bad, have personality! Take off your mask!" As soon as Zhu Mingyang finished speaking, only a trace of shadows were left on the spot toward the man.

The man had already prepared, as if he had expected Zhu Mingyang to be so good. Seeing that Zhu Mingyang's figure had just flashed, he knew something was wrong. He quickly waved his hand to stop him, and his body was suddenly covered by a faint black mist, making it even more difficult to tell where the man was.

Zhu Mingyang just frowned slightly. This faint black aura seemed familiar. I couldn't remember where I had seen it. A hand as white as jade, with red redness, reached into the black mist...

The man suddenly saw this white jade-like hand with red palms coming suddenly. His heart couldn't help but tremble. He suddenly remembered that he had heard of people with such palms. Is this Zhu Mingyang the legendary blood evil? No! It's impossible. The blood evil in the West has been said to have not appeared for five or six years. This is not true!

"Swish!" The black scarf covered by this man's face was taken off by Zhu Mingyang in lightning. It suddenly became cold and the two faces of two wild wolves with teeth raised in the corner of his mouth were slightly exposed...

"Who do I think I am? It turns out that he is just a small Western wolf who is not as good as a climate!" Zhu Mingyang also saw the man's face clearly at this time, and he also thought about what the familiar black fog was in his mind.

A few years ago, when he was traveling to Germany, he encountered a wolf clan who was seriously injured and mixed with blood and wolf clans - Yorkson in a small town.

Years have passed, and I don’t know how this person is. At that time, Yorkson was already a duke. Among the strict hierarchy of the blood clan, only the prince can compare with him. How is he doing now?

Zhu Mingyang still misses this great figure who has lived with him for ten days very much. When he left, Zhu Mingyang gave him three great Huandans to improve his skills...

"You... who are you?" Now he could completely determine that the person who took his mask in one fell swoop was Zhu Mingyang, who suddenly disappeared in Europe a year ago and defeated the church in China, and was called the Blood Evil by the Western Night Wolf, the Blood Clan, and the Church. At the same time, he was the Martial Saint in China: "You are the Blood Evil..."

"Blood Evil! Blood Evil!"

Zhu Mingyang murmured to himself, it has been more than half a year, and he has forgotten that he has such a title. After half a year, he was called out again. Too many memories flashed in his eyes...

The wolf clan did not take this opportunity to escape. He also knew that with his ability, there was no chance to escape. He also knew that if he had a slight escape behavior, he would definitely die without a place of burial.

"What's your name? Which group of the wolf clan is it?" After a long time, Zhu Mingyang looked at him indifferently and said.

"Andrews, Night Wolf Clan!" Andrews answered calmly.

"Night Wolf Clan!?" Zhu Mingyang was not very clear about the Wolf Clan, but asked in surprise: "I think your level should be at the level of an earl, and your status in the clan must be very high!"

"Yes, it used to be, but it is not now!" Andrews said with some dismay.

"What does it mean?" Zhu Mingyang has a certain relationship for the people of the Wolf tribe, no matter which wolf tribe it is. This is also based on Yorkson's relationship. When he heard Andrews say this, he frowned slightly and asked.

Andrews was also a little surprised to see Zhu Mingyang ask him this. The various legends he heard about Zhu Mingyang-

The elusive and cruel methods made people shudder when they think of them, but now when he really saw them, it was not like that, and his fearful heart also eased a lot.

"The Night Wolf clan is originally a kind of race. Four months ago, due to a change in the clan, the leader disappeared inexplicably and was even more dispersed. He thought the Night Wolf clan would perish, but just two months ago, the leader came back..."

After listening to Andrews's narrative, Zhu Mingyang immediately realized that it must be the leader who came back and had a problem. He asked in a deep voice: "Does your leader behave abnormally after he comes back?"

"The day after the leader came back, I was sent to Japan. I was not very clear about what happened in the clan, but..." Andrews looked at Zhu Mingyang with a silence.

Zhu Mingyang knew that Andrews must have something to say later, so he just smiled indifferently and said, "This is your Western affairs, I don't want to ask about it. Your leader should have the identity of a duke!"

Andrews shook his head and said, "The year when the leader disappeared was only between the time he was promoted to the Duke. After returning, he actually surpassed the Duke's level. It is very likely that he had reached the level of the prince..."

Zhu Mingyang smiled slightly. Through Andrews' conversations, he had already vaguely thought that the leader he mentioned suddenly disappeared four months ago, but his ability increased exponentially after he came back, and there was a possibility of breaking through the prince's level. It seemed that he must have been secretly captured by a mysterious organization and adopted certain measures to make such a rapid breakthrough. The head of this mysterious organization must be the master of Andrews. It seems that this mysterious organization is more mysterious and more afraid than that Freemason, and it may also be a secret organization derived from the Freemason...

Zhu Mingyang thought of this and didn't ask anything. He just smiled calmly and took out a strange, antique ring from the Yiduyuan space. This ring has been around for a long time and said, "Do you know this ring?"

"Lord's Ring? How come you...you have..."

Andrews dared not suspect that the ring was fake, because ten years ago, when he advanced, the then lord Yorkson gave him a position. Unexpectedly, ten years later, how could he not be surprised to see the ring again?

"You don't need to know this, but you just need to remember that I am friends with the Wolf clan. Some things are not something you can participate in." Zhu Mingyang smiled indifferently and took the ring back, slowly saying: "No matter whether you are following the orders of your leader or the head of your organization, I don't care about these things. Go! You can go as far as you can! I don't want to hurt the people of Yorkson! Go!"

"You...you know our Lord General!" Andrews looked at Zhu Mingyang incredibly and said, "You really let me go!"

"Yes!" Zhu Mingyang said indifferently.
Chapter completed!