Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

June 15, 2007, 6:27 pm.

This coastal city is gradually shrouded in night, but the streets and shops are still full of neon lights and people coming and going.

The traffic on the elevated road surged, and the car lights merged into a stream of light, gradually turning from noisy to quiet.

Although it is only separated from the lively streets by a river, it seems to be far away from the bustling city, and there is no sense of popularity at all.

This is a blind spot in a city, and it is also a dark place in the city. Under the silence lies unknown madness.

At the entrance of an underground parking lot, a dozen expressionless men in black stood there, showing invitations in exchange for masks.

Entering the lower part of the parking lot is like entering another world. The large field is illuminated like daylight by large incandescent lamps.

"Fuck! That's it, give him a hard punch in the face!"

"Black cow! Crush that son of a bitch! I'll give you all the money I have!"

"Damn it, you loser, I'm betting all my money on you to win! Get up!"

People wearing masks waved banknotes, their exposed pupils were bloodshot, and they shouted all kinds of vulgar language hoarsely.

The air is full of fanaticism, constantly touching the most violent and restless instincts in people's hearts.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the wide open space of the "Arena".

Bang bang bang! !

"die!!"

Two tall and strong figures bit like wild beasts, roaring and spraying blood and sweat in the field.

Until the strong man wearing a black bull hood wrapped around his opponent's neck...

Click! !

With a crisp sound, the man whose neck was broken fell into a pool of blood.

"Fuck! Trash!!"

"Hahaha! Well done!!"

"Black Bull! I love you! Hahaha!!"

The frenzied atmosphere reached its peak in an instant. The field was full of flying banknotes, and people were shouting, wailing, and cursing.

The masks cover their ugly and greedy faces, allowing them to tear away the veil of civilization and reveal their most wild side.

In this frenzied Colosseum, whether they are elites in suits or hoodlums with tattoos, they have all turned into irrational beasts.

Get rich overnight and lose everything. In just a blink of an eye, the ugliness of the world is clearly visible at this moment. No one cares about the loser who is covered with a white cloth and carried away.

Until the charming woman wearing a cheongsam came on stage, her perfect figure made everyone whistle.

"Congratulations to the 'Black Bull' for winning, then... the highlight of today is, please allow me to introduce you to the two opponents in the next match!"

The woman smiled nonchalantly, raised the microphone and laughed.

"Hei Niu, a man as brave and strong as an ox, with those thick and powerful hands, can easily crush boulders, and can also crush the opponent's head!!"

"His record is... forty-three fights, twenty-nine wins!!"

As he finished speaking, a beam of light shone on the left side of the arena.

A giant bald man exuding a terrifying aura, with a frighteningly muscular upper body, wearing a black cow hood, raised a pair of thick arms with bulging muscles, grinned and made a throat-cutting gesture to everyone.

But this provocative action made people even more enthusiastic!

"Black Bull!"

"Black Bull!!"

"Black Bull!!!"

Hearing the deafening cheers in her ears, the woman took a deep breath with a flushed face, and her voice became even more excited and trembling.

"The opponent of 'Black Bull' is...that man!"

Her slender white arms pointed sharply to her side, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the right side of the Colosseum.

Click.

Under the dazzling light, a man wearing a white faceless mask walked out of the darkness with his pockets in his pockets. Under the loose white robe, his strong chest was looming.

Compared with the terrifying figure of the "Black Bull", the man's figure appears to be extremely "petite and harmless", and his lazy posture is incompatible with the frenetic and bloody atmosphere.

However, the moment they saw those eyes, everyone held their breath in unison.

Those blue pupils, as deep as the deep sea, shone coquettishly under the light.

Quiet.

The entire venue became silent.

They seemed to see an unsheathed sword lying across their necks, even causing a sharp stinging sensation.

"White Death!"

The woman trembled slightly, with a blush on her face, and said loudly: "Unknown identity! Unknown age! An extremely mysterious man!"

"Relying on the fighting skill called 'Fighting for Nothing', he can overthrow opponents who are far heavier than him and defeat all enemies in his way. He is the most beautiful dark horse in the gladiatorial arena and the God of Death who makes countless people despair!"

"And his record is..."

"Nineteen battles, nineteen wins, no defeat!!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally quiet arena suddenly exploded.

"Oh oh oh!"

"grim Reaper!"

"grim Reaper!!"

People were waving banknotes and shouting the name at the top of their lungs. Even if they were wearing masks, they could still imagine the ferocious faces under the masks.

"Would it be the 'Black Bull' who achieved his thirty-win myth, or the 'White Death' who would continue his undefeated myth!"

"Tonight, let us witness this historic battle together, please get ready!"

Two figures of very different sizes slowly walked to the center of the blood-stained field.

And as the distance between the two became closer and closer, the surrounding air seemed to become oppressive.

"Boy, don't blame me after you die. If you want to blame me, just blame me for provoking the wrong people."

Black Bull made a throat-slitting gesture to him, stuck out his tongue in a playful manner, and showed a sinister smile full of murderous intent and malice.

Facing his provocation, those dark blue eyes remained as calm as the dead sea, and they just raised their heads slightly to look at Box 001 above.

The deep gaze seemed to penetrate the single-sided glass and saw the middle-aged man inside holding a red wine glass and wearing gorgeous clothes.

——That’s the boss named Wang from the “Arena”.

"Can't you bear it after only nineteen consecutive wins?"

The man in the white mask, Jiang Shouyun, sighed secretly in his heart: "A boss who is stingier than Aizen."

Presumably it was because I refused his request to crack down on match-fixing.

But what he gave was too little.

It cost five figures to crack down on match-fixing, but the man actually wanted to have sex for nothing.

Compared with this kind of guy, Aizen is a philanthropist.

At least when he first worked as an experimental assistant for Aizen, Aizen didn't hide anything from him, whether it was virtualization technology or death god transformation technology.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shouyun subconsciously reached out and touched his chest.

Deep in his soul, a gem shining with blue-black light beat like a heart.

——Beng Yu, and a complete Beng Yu.

Aizen owed him wages and he got them back himself.

Aizen had been hunting him for several years because of this ghost.

"What a stingy guy."

Jiang Shouyun sighed secretly and muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, working part-time is shit, and working for capitalists is even more stinking shit."

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

After living in the Soul Society for more than ten years, I am still not used to suddenly returning to reality, so I have no choice but to engage in black boxing to earn tuition.

Now, he has found a better job and decided to quit and change jobs.

"Mr. Black Bull, right?"

Jiang Shouyun looked at the strong man in front of him and said in a serious tone: "If possible, can you just admit defeat?"

"I don't want to waste time because the supermarket is closing soon and it would be troublesome to miss the weekly sale."

"...?"

Facing Jiang Shouyun's serious suggestion, the blood vessels in Hei Niu's forehead suddenly bulged, and his tone became cold: "Boy, it's just good luck. I defeated a few rotten fish and shrimps. I really treat myself like a green onion." ?”

Black Bull grinned and clenched his fists, looking at this "skinny" guy with aggressive eyes.

Which bone should be broken first?

"never mind."

Hei Niu showed a cruel smile, "Just crush all the bones in your body bit by bit. I hope you won't cry and beg me to give you a good time!"

He likes nothing more than listening to his opponents' cries.

"Don't you accept it? Okay, it doesn't matter, please use your full strength."

Jiang Shouyun shook his head and said in a sincere tone: "I'm in a hurry."

Black Bull's eyes were even colder, as if he were looking at a dead person.