"Is that so? It seems that the two of us cannot reach a unified consensus. What a pity that this is the first time we have had a conflict since we met."

Muzhe looked like he was 'I'm so sorry, we had different opinions', but his eyes were extremely serious.

Rong Chen couldn't help but hold his hands tightly, and he was still struggling in his heart, but his eyes were extremely firm. The bodyguard behind him seemed to have noticed the purpose of the two bosses, and became nervous. He held the gun in his hand tightly and looked at Mu Zhe with vigilance and alertness.

"I trained them all, and I don't know who will win or lose."

Muzhe turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and held a cigarette in his mouth, quietly looking at the bodyguards behind Rongchen who were on standby. He slowly twisted his neck, and the bones made a crackling sound.

The next second, the whole person suddenly kicked the person like lightning, and kicked him sideways at the nearest person. His raised legs and feet fell on the other party's neck, at the most vulnerable position. With a light crack, the other party's eyes fell to the ground.

"Hmm, it's not bad. But I'm not in the state yet, so I need to continue warming up."

Muzhe said indifferently and quickly aimed at the next target. Without Rongchen's instructions, the bodyguards knew clearly that their boss would not be allowed to hurt Muzhe. Even if he was standing in an opposite position now.

Everyone tacitly did not shoot, but just fist and kick.

Rong Chen stood aside with an expressionless face, watching Muzhe flexibly shuttle in the sea of ​​people like a dragon. The muffled sound of fists colliding constantly came, and someone knelt down on the ground with his stomach, and opened his mouth and vomited sour water. His body seemed to have all its functions removed, and Intelligent collapsed on the ground and gasped in big mouths.

The scene was very chaotic.

Muzhe was fearless, and even had a little relaxed and casual look in his eyes. It seemed that what was surrounding him was not a well-trained killer, but just a few street gangsters who only knew some fancy moves.

"How can you have enough strength? It looks like itchy, it's like a woman's embroidered fist, okay?"

"Damn, do I teach you this way? Haven't you eaten? I'll give you some energy!"

Muzhe roared loudly while fighting. The bodyguards he scolded seemed to have returned to when he was still training on the island. At that time, every time he was practicing, Muzhe would scold them loudly and scold them, and his blood was boiling at that time.

One was so swaying, and another person was knocked to the ground by Muzhe.

More and more people were crying on the ground, and Muzhe had no obvious injuries except for being a little panting. His eyes became sharper, like a fierce king on the grassland. Every move was full of momentum that made the prey escape uneasy, dazzling.

Song Xiaobao stood quietly and watched, perhaps because of the training over the past period of time. The fighting scenes made his blood burn, and every cell was eager to fight.

His face became ugly because he could not control the bloodthirsty desire in his mind.

The hand hanging down on his side tightly held tightly. Song Xiaobao felt that this kind of self was wrong. He could be ruthless, cold-blooded, and could kill any target person without blinking, but he could not control himself. Those who could not control the murderous intent were puppets.

He can be a machine, but he will never allow the driver to become a puppet.

Is it related to the experiments during this period? Is it the effects of those constantly injecting drugs in their bodies? No, he doesn't want to become such a puppet.

Song Xiaobao clenched his fists tightly and tried his best to control the emotions surging in his chest. He tried hard to calm himself down until his nails penetrated deep into the flesh. Until he felt the stickiness of his palms, he still did not give up.

No one noticed something wrong with Song Xiaobao because everyone's attention was focused on Muzhe.

He was like a fierce monster, no matter how many people could defeat him.

Rongchen stood aside and raised his hand to look at the time. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the impatientness in his eyes became more and more obvious. He had no time to continue to procrastinate. It had been delayed for so long. If he continued, he would miss the best condition. Even if Muzhe was unwilling to give in, he could not take it into consideration.

"Bang."

The gunshots made the surroundings quiet instantly, and the bullets directly penetrated Muzhe's left arm. Blood kept pouring out of the wound, and soon wet the ground. The redness was shocking.

Muzhe stopped and slowly looked up at Rongchen.

His slightly narrowed eyes seemed to have sharp insight into everything. Rongchen was even a little guilty, but his position did not allow himself to retreat. He became firm again, raised his chest, and looked at Muzhe with a expressionless face. He ignored the wound on his arm, and the inconfidence and disappointment in those eyes.

"Enough, this farce is over."

Rongchen said in a cold tone, looking at Muzhe's eyes full of warnings and majesty.

"Do you know, I've actually been calculating when you can't stand it. The time I give you is ten minutes, but obviously, I overestimated my weight in your heart. It's less than seven minutes, and you can't help but shoot me. Rong Chen."

The last two words were spoken from Muzhe's mouth like a sigh.

Rongchen's heart seemed to be thrust hard by something. The disappointment in Muzhe's eyes almost shook his thoughts that he had finally established.

"I just don't allow anyone to destroy my plan. Muzhe, you should know. I have sacrificed too much to complete my plan. Even Wanyue was handed over by me. As early as the moment I lost her, I had left everything behind, including you."

Rongchen looked at Muzhe calmly, every word was heartbroken.

Muzhe smiled slowly, his voice getting louder and louder, and finally turned into an uncontrollable laugh. It was like hearing the biggest joke, but there was a little more self-deprecating and resoluteness in the laughter.

"I should have known that there will be such a day, but I didn't expect the cause to be a lone wolf."

Muzhe said, his eyes turned to Song Xiaobao. As he saw clearly Song Xiaobao's sweaty appearance and his tightly clenched fists, a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

This is, what's going on?

The sharp vision as sharp as a knife suddenly projected on Rongchen's body, and the complex and difficult-to-distinguished feelings were like heavy stones, hitting Rongchen's heart hard.

"Are you going to a different path? Do you break up? I like this word."

Muzhe's tone calmed down. He did not make any anger or mockery, but was quietly announcing something. Rongchen knew more than anyone else.

He looked at his former brother deeply and said nothing for a long time.

"Lone Wolf, are you willing to be taken away? Do you know what consequences you will face once you are taken away?"

Mu Zhe looked at Song Xiaobao with an expressionless face, and every word was extremely clear.

Song Xiaobao finally restrained the boiling murderous intent in his body and slowly raised his head when he heard the sound. His eyes had long become extremely calm, and he nodded slowly but firmly.

"I know."

"Is that right? So you know, since you know, you still have to go. Is it because, do you think you can leave as long as you finish this?"

Muzhe suddenly laughed, with sarcasm and contempt.

Song Xiaobao looked at him expressionlessly, but his heart was filled with waves because of his words. Isn't that the case? Isn't it?

His gaze turned to Rongchen, without any doubt, just staring quietly.

"It's useless to say this, right? You know, you can't stop me. Moreover, even if the lone wolf doesn't want to, he can only obey. Because this is my place."

Rongchen's tone was firm and he did not give in at all.

"Yes, of course I know. I did this today just to want you to understand my position. Now, I only have one sentence. If you want to take the lone wolf away, I will also be with you."

Muzhe lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his arm. Seeing that it was still bleeding, he felt it was really annoying. He frowned and grabbed the tie of the person beside him with a disgust look on his face, pulled it off directly, and then quickly wrapped around the wound in a few seconds and tied a knot.

The blood stopped soon, and Muzhe felt it was not bad and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.

Looking up, he saw Rong Chen still looking at him expressionlessly, curling his lips and smiling.

"How about it, did you agree to my conditions? After all, you keep me here today and I can get rid of everyone tomorrow. Compared to the fact that I pass on the information here, it seems safer to take me with you."

Mu Zhe said confidently, not seeing how ugly Rongchen's face was now.

"good."

Rongchen was silent for a moment, and finally agreed to Muzhe's request. Because he knew that if he didn't bring him with him today, he would really leave here and tell the people outside about the situation on the island.

"Take Muzhe with you."

With the order of Rongchen, the bodyguard walked up and planned to escort Muzhe. However, hesitated after seeing the wound on his arm. Rongchen had turned around and did not look at the situation on Muzhe again. The bodyguard who came forward breathed a sigh of relief and helped Muzhe leave after silence.

A group of people boarded a ship and set sail and left.

Muzhe was locked in an independent room, with bodyguards guarding the door. Soon a doctor came over, skillfully treated the wound on Muzhe's arm and then turned around and left silently. The room suddenly became quiet and lying on the bed, Muzhe looked at the ceiling above his head with some self-deprecatingness.

He really took the wrong medicine today.

He actually broke up with a friend who had been in his ten-year history for a student, but he didn't feel regretful. This is really a wonderful feeling.

"hiss."

After accidentally touching the wound, Muzhe exhaled softly in a little annoyed manner and sighed again. He admitted that he was actually taking advantage of the problem.

After so many years, Rongchen never told himself what he was doing. So in fact, he also wanted to take this opportunity to figure out what Rongchen was doing, and he was unwilling to be concealed.

"Muzhe, Muzhe, you are so ridiculous."

He muttered to himself with some self-deprecating thoughts, and Muzhe closed his eyes and forced himself to rest.

In the other room, Song Xiaobao curled up and sat on the floor. The cold floor made his chaotic brain clear, and the uncontrollable murderous intent gradually disappeared. He lowered his head and looked at the bloody palms.

What Muzhe said inadvertently flashed through his mind again. Even if the matter was over, he could not live without here...?

Damn it!

Clenched into a fist and smashed it hard on the floor.
Chapter completed!