Heavens villain boss whitewashing system

On Grant Street at night, on a deserted street, several tall and spirited young men were fighting passionately. The scene was very exciting and thrilling.

What needs to be pointed out in particular is that "bloody" is not an exaggerated adjective but an objective description. The glaring knives, heavy black iron pipes and sharp ice picks in the hands of the guys are not good-looking props, but real things.

murder weapon.

The heiress's fight was merciless, attacking the vital points with every move, as if both of them were the enemies who killed their fathers. They only attacked but did not defend, which made them look extremely crazy.

White knives went in and red knives came out, severed hands and feet were everywhere, and the splattered blood even reached several meters away.

The iron pipe was smashed down with great force, causing either tendons or fractures or brains to burst.

The ice pick was even faster and more precise, and with one poke, there was a bleeding hole, and blood spread all over the surrounding ground.

The blood boiling and spilled is real blood, and the world under the street lamp has turned into a bloody purgatory.

But what's even more horrifying is that not even a single scream was heard during this brutal fight.

The hey people fighting bloody battles never opened their mouths, no matter how deadly the force was, as if they were a group of people in the late stages of facial paralysis silently killing each other.

Under the adjacent streetlight a few meters away, a blond boy over one meter tall was looking at everything in front of him coldly, his face as calm as water, with a somewhat disapproving look.

The strange red light disappeared from his eyes, but they were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water, revealing the ultimate indifference, and even a bit of impatience.

Finally, the fighting came to an end. The knife pierced the heart of the steel pipe, and the ice pick pierced the back of the swing stick... In the end, only one of the dozen or so young guys was left standing, holding in his hand

A dagger was already soaked in sticky blood.

The handsome young man who looked around and saw no one else suddenly trembled, and his eyes suddenly filled with some emotion.

He first let out a cry of pain, and then seemed to have discovered something. He looked around hurriedly, opened his mouth wide and let out a silent scream, and the expression on his face became horrified.

"Hahaha!!!"

Snot and tears instantly covered his dark face like a collapse, washing away a lot of blood, making it look both terrifying and disgusting.

"never mind."

The immature boy's voice came from not far away, and the body of the frightened young man was shaken again, and his eyes immediately lost focus.

"I don't think your performance is interesting anymore. You have to fly to China tomorrow, so I'll take a step ahead. Goodbye, clown."

After saying these words, the blond boy turned away and left without any nostalgia. His back gradually disappeared under the light of the street lamp where he was.

After some time, the young man's eyes regained their brightness in an instant, but suddenly his eyes widened, showing extreme pain, and he made a "hiss, hiss" sound from his mouth.

Only then did he realize that his right hand was still holding the dagger he used to commit the crime, but the blade of the dagger had already pierced his throat.

The blood in the arteries splashed out like fireworks, but no one was watching this shocking performance like the blooming flowers of the other side.

…

The power of the talisman ultimately has to be decided by the holder. Jackie Chan, who held the ox talisman, was still beaten away by the Lord without the ox talisman. It can be seen that there is no upper limit for the talisman. The one with the upper limit is actually the holder.

itself.

When developing talismans, one must first look at the brain power, and the other must look at the strength. Both of these undoubtedly require talent or acquired accumulation, just like Devil Fruits. For talismans, the use of brain power is undoubtedly more important than strength.

Liu Yi originally felt that the true power of many of the twelve talismans had not been developed. Now that he had the opportunity to truly come to this world, he naturally combined multiple martial arts and his own wisdom to develop the talismans and animations.

completely different functions.

The Sheep Talisman, in the hands of others, can only cause the soul to leave the body, but in the hands of the Holy Master at this time, it can seize the soul!

…

The next day, San Francisco International Airport.

Warren, dressed in casual clothes, was sitting in the VIP lounge, waiting for his flight, but he met Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu and his father who were dragging suitcases.

Warren shook his head, feeling that the fate was so wonderful, and then took the initiative to say hello, "Hey, Xiaoyu, hi Uncle Long, hi daddy."

"Hey, Warren, why are you here?" Xiaoyu felt a little embarrassed.

The two people who had originally arranged to meet at school the next day showed up at the airport at the scene of a huge car crash between two pigeons. This was really embarrassing.

But Warren didn't feel any embarrassment. The Holy Lord had a thousand-year-old face and was so thick-skinned that he could really catch missiles with his face, which was comparable to a city wall.

"I went back to China to visit a very powerful old man. His wisdom can give me a lot of inspiration."

"Wow, Warren, what you said is so profound." Xiaoyu sighed, and then whispered in Warren's ear, "We are going to Bavaria, where there is the pig charm we have been looking for."

"Wow, that's really cool!" Warren's sigh was a bit untrue, because he already knew the direction of the plot.

However, Xiaoyu didn't notice any difference and was still in the excitement of traveling far away.

"Ding dong, the passenger plane is bound for Bavaria..."

The airport announcement rang, Jackie Chan, Dad, Xiaoyu and the others were about to board the plane.

"Goodbye, Warren."

Xiaoyu said goodbye to Warren with some reluctance, and Warren said to Xiaoyu as if unintentionally, "Goodbye Xiaoyu, please be careful about pigs, because they often have electric eyes that are so threatening that people can't open their eyes."

"?" Xiaoyu had a black question mark face, while Warren chuckled and stopped talking.

He waved a group of people onto the plane to Bavaria. Warren's buttocks were still hot from sitting. A tall man, wearing a dark blue waistcoat, dark brown belt and boots, dark red trousers, and a red long hair.

The big man came over with a fierce expression.

"Kid, do you know where those three people went just now?" came the calm and thick voice of the uncle.

Warren looked up and his eyes widened instantly.

Super Saiyan hairstyle, red hair shaped like a starfish, held behind the back, even the eyebrows and beard are red, exposing the pectoralis major muscles, this is...

The king of talkers, Black Tiger Ah Fu!

Behind Ah Fu was a fat man wearing a white T-shirt and suspenders, Tru.

The people from the Black Hand Gang always follow Jackie Chan when they want to find a talisman. It seems that what they say is true.

"They went to Bavaria." Warren said, betraying Jackie Chan without hesitation. The gangsters could always find Jackie Chan anyway. This is the natural law of this world.

"..."