Governor's Mansion of the Western Capital.

The immortal corpse glowed dimly, and the three huge weapons moved.

"Finally there is some movement!!!" Kobe Mudao's face was full of excitement.

Elizabeth Lyon crossed her arms across her chest and said with interest, "As expected of the president of the Star Society, Chen Yuan, you are really reliable."

"It's not my fault alone, thanks to Mr. Cao and Mr. Qin." Chen Yuan has a handsome face and flowing white hair. He is only in his early thirties based on his appearance. When he speaks, he makes people feel like spring breeze, and it is easy to arouse the favor of others.

"Too modest," Elizabeth pursed her lips, "Sometimes, knowledge also needs strength to be truly effective."

Sun Lutang stood in a corner of the wall, watching all this with cold eyes.

The chaebol really never disappoints, you never need to count on them.

The people above are experiencing hardship. These people obviously have the ability to solve the problem but are unwilling to contribute. They also deliberately activated the defense measures of the Governor's Mansion to prevent others from getting out.

Several major chaebols have long received accurate information and are deeply aware of the dangers of Luo Tian's blood sacrifice. However, they do not see the lives of more than 80 million people, only this corpse in front of them.

Ridiculous, sad, hateful...

"Old Sun, stop staring, your eyeballs are about to burst." Cao Qingxun patted Sun Lutang on the shoulder, "I have a hunch that the corpse is not simple, this time it is just a fake

If they succeed, they won’t get what they want.”

"Hey, do you know why I am much stronger than them?" Sun Lutang suddenly asked a strange question.

Cao Qingxun was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "Isn't it because you are more talented than them?"

"Talent? What I despise most is talent," Sun Lutang shook his finger, "Everyone in this world has two shoulders to carry a head. Who is really higher than others? It's just that some people are born better, and some are better.

People then learn a lot.”

"That's also an advantage, you can't deny it."

"There is no need to deny it, even if you look at me, I won't agree. Talent is simply illusory. When you stand at a high place after all the hard work, others praising you for your talent are actually just making excuses for themselves.

Why didn't he stand in your position like you? When some people stand higher than you, talent is their best mask, which can disguise their inner fear and prevent the world from discovering that they are afraid of what will happen next.

Those who are afraid of those young people who are like the rising sun."

"How many people are there like you and me? There is never less hope and enthusiasm in youth, but too many people will always live in a way they hate and become the kind of person they hated most when they were young.

Guy."

"The old boy is boasting again. He doesn't have the demeanor of a master at all."

"Tsk, there are as many demigods as dogs in this courtyard.

I'm a good ball player."

"I can't bear it any longer, so fight me out!"

"Don't mention it, this courtyard is guarded by runes. It is both a kind of protection and a prison. It cannot be broken by you alone. The old bastards around are waiting for you to take action, and they will add insult to injury when the time comes."

"Damn it!" Sun Lutang suddenly punched the wall with his fist.

Ripple-like ripples rippled, and an inexplicable force bounced back.

Sun Lutang took three steps back in succession, his breath stagnating for a short time.

Kobe Mudao stood in the distance, watching coldly, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

Old Ghost Sun can't get out for the time being, and he can't wait any longer.

The people above will be in chaos, and the direct relatives of the major chaebols can all retreat to other cities when necessary.

Only the two forces will never retreat.

One of them is Black Front Alley. They have so-called ideals and will never give up on the people.

There is also the chaebol Zhao family, which has been running City 36 for many years. Now if City 36 collapses, once all their direct descendants retreat, it will be equivalent to giving up everything. The other eight chaebols will not give them a chance to make a comeback.

In this era, everyone is a prey and everyone is a hunter. Apart from this, there is no middle point, either you eat meat or you are eaten.

The corners of Kobe Mudao's lips turned up involuntarily. He did not expect that a mere illegitimate child could bring such a huge surprise.

The Kobe family's plans never fail. This is not a base anyway. Even if City 36 turns to ashes, so what?

"Look at your mother's size!" Sun Lutang sensed Kobe's innocent eyes and raised his fist as big as a sandbag.

Kobe Mudao shook his head and walked away as if he was hiding.

"The Governor's Mansion of the Western Capital has been sealed off. Two more demigods are present. Grandpa cannot get out for the time being."

Sun Buwu saw the text message and relayed it to Ye Zhen.

Later, Black Edge Alley and the Night Watchmen knew that the next action would not involve lv5.

…………

The night is getting darker, in the sewer.

The hazy wine mist dispersed, and a child whose appearance was unclear was laughing and playing.

Hee hee hee, sister, you have such a good figure.

Hey hey hey, this sister’s buttocks are very perky.

All kinds of dandy remarks were faintly heard in the mist of wine, and the voice seemed to be that of a young man.

Seven or eight women were naked, with the smell of alcohol lingering around them, and their red faces looked like apples ready to explode at any moment.

"Little brother, you are really not young. My sisters are very happy..."

All kinds of lewd sounds came and went, the boy laughed heartily, and his voice gradually changed, sometimes young, sometimes mature, sometimes old, sometimes like a child who had just learned to speak.

The milky white smell of alcohol filled the air, and a bald man walked out of the sewer.

The man's skin was pale and covered with tattoos of animals and birds.

From a long distance away, he roared: "Give me my daughter back."

The boy in the mist of wine sneered, "Boy, your tone is wrong. I will give you another chance to reorganize your language."

"Go away!!!" Ques roared suddenly, "Give me my daughter back."

"Who are you? You dare to talk to me like this?"

The smell of alcohol was hazy, and the gray mist instantly filled all directions, filling the huge sewer for more than ten miles.

Ques could no longer see anything in front of him, only the white mist.

Hufufuhuhu~~~~~~

The sound of the wind was so extreme that he felt a fatal crisis on the back of his head.

hide!!!

Ques's body bloomed with light, but the next moment, he saw the wine mist fade away, and in the mist, seven or eight girls were clinging to a boy's body.

There was a smile on the boy's face, just like a ghost taunting a mortal, "Who do you think you are, do you know now?"

Ques's eyes widened, his eyes wide open, and his big head flew high into the air.

The blood gushed from his burly body like a fountain, and the aura of his life was like a fleeting meteor, gone forever.

At this time, the revolving door of his life was turned on, but this man of the Spartacus clan suddenly came back to his senses, his willpower ignited the last flame of his soul, and shouted: "The glory of Spartacus will never be compromised! Never compromise.

yield!"

The next moment, his body burst into a magnificent light, and the explosive power in the light directly approached level 5.

A breeze blew up beside the boy, and the smell of alcohol filled the air.

The most powerful blow obtained by the self-destruction of a lv3 peak powerhouse has at least reached the level of lv4 peak power, but such power did not leave any waves.

The smell of alcohol in front of the boy is as thin as a woman's hair, yet it can stand as thick as a city wall.

Every girl around him was unharmed.

The girls' eyes were blurred, with no brilliance, only deep sinking.

At this time, a Spartacus girl with snow-white skin and three-dimensional facial features blinked her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched for a moment in a silly smile.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm actually surprised that I'm still somewhat conscious."

The boy stretched out his hand, lifted the Spartacus girl's chin, and let out a breath of wine.

The girl woke up instantly, and her first cry was a desperate cry to kill.

She knew what she had experienced. The boy in front of her was not a human being at all, but an evil spirit beyond human beings. He not only took away her virginity, but also killed her father with his own hands.

The Spartacists, both men and women, were all brave!

The girl punched the boy in the face with her fist, but her hand felt wrong. It was as soft as hitting a marshmallow with her fist, and she couldn't exert any force at all.

The next moment, she suddenly felt severe pain in her chest.

The boy's arm expanded several times, and one hand passed through the girl's heart.

"You are very courageous, just like your idiot father, hahahaha."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, all the girls around him bleed from their orifices and died.

"What a disappointment." The boy waved his hand, and his body gradually grew bigger. There was a person waiting next to him. It was none other than Kusanagi Yu. He said respectfully: "Shuten Doji-sama, where should we go next?"

The drunken boy laughed loudly, "Kill people, cause chaos, and muddy the water."

…………

In District 8, stinky ditches run rampant, and the air is filled with a strong smell of fish and a strange smell of rotten meat and fermented meat.
To be continued...