At midnight, the noisy streets that had been noisy all day finally quieted down. The dim and leisurely street lights set off the dark streets, making them look peaceful and peaceful.

Hidden in a corner of a dark alley, there is a bar with a shiny neon sign.

At this time, there were still a bunch of noisy people gathered in twos and threes at the door. Maybe they drank too much wine today, or maybe they smoked something they shouldn't. Anyway, several people were shouting louder than normal people.

, as if afraid that his companions would not hear him.

In the bar, on the dance floor with shining lights, crazy people tore away the hypocritical veil of the day, revealing the wildness hidden deep in their hearts. They twisted their bodies desperately and tried their best to attract the attention of others. It seemed like that.

At the center of attention, he is like the king of the world.

On the second floor, there is a row of noble and luxurious private rooms. At the door of the luxurious presidential suite, two bodyguards stand with their hands crossed in front of them, their eyes shining brightly, but they are not moving at all.

Only when they see the beauties who occasionally pass by the door, their frosty faces that have not melted for thousands of years will show a hint of evil smile.

"Louis, what you are doing is very unethical. All the drugs on this street are made by me, and no other gang has ever had a hand in it. Are we one of our own, and you still want to jump in and stir things up?" Fatty

The fat black man with a huge gold chain held a cigar in his hand and yelled at the blond man in front of him like a scold. His dark face was trembling with anger.

The blond Louis leaned out from the deep sofa, and a puff of smoke from his mouth sprayed far away on the fat black man's face. The unprepared black man coughed violently, but Louis' face full of freckles was extremely happy.

burst into laughter.

"William, I'm not afraid to tell you. You are old. In today's world, whoever has the strength will be the best. If I hadn't seen you as a senior, I would have killed you a long time ago, and it's your turn to teach you a lesson today.

Me?" Louis gestured wildly in front of Big William's eyes, and a few times he even stabbed the black man's oily, astonished face.

No matter how well-mannered he was, Big William was still furious. His dark face, which glowed brightly, turned faintly purple, and the heaving of his chest proved that he was extremely suppressing his emotions.

"Louis, I'm warning you one last time. We are all in the same gang. I will give you one last chance to return to your territory honestly. I will pretend that what happened today never happened. If you think that I, Big William, are easy to bully, hum.

!Then you will be in trouble!" William's whole body was shaking like chaff, obviously he was extremely patient with his own words.

Louis pretended to be horrified and said: "Really? Then please make me unlucky! I really want to see what else you, this old guy, can do? You just go and invite the president here, he won't give me face."

, I fucked him too. Haha, you old guys, you'd better go back and find a girl to feed yourself, and you can delay your life for a few more years. Let's see how I rise!"

Seeing Louis, who was proud and laughing arrogantly, Big William stood up with a roar. He took a step forward with the two bodyguards behind him.

I have been in the industry for 40 years, and from the age of 12 to now, no one has dared not to take me seriously. Today, I have to be treated like this by this junior kid, and the anger in my heart is about to burst out of my body.

"What? Do you want to cause trouble? Although this is your bar, as long as I wave my hand, I will take you to this lousy place and turn you all into ashes, hahahaha." Louis glared at Big William fiercely.

, looking at whether he has the courage to fight with himself.

The two of them stared at each other angrily. For a while, Big William sighed. With a look of mourning on his face, he said: "Boy, you couldn't seize the last chance. Drink, drink more, and you won't be able to drink anymore if it's too late."

Already."

In the eyes of Louis with contempt and ridicule, William sighed silently and silently exited the private room with his two bodyguards, leaving only Louis with a mocking look on his face.

"These old guys are so obsessed with face. I will definitely seize the rights of the gang. If I follow these old guys, I will never get ahead." Louis thought fiercely. After leaving here, he must kill these guys.

The elders of several gangs, in case they have too many dreams at night and spoil their own affairs.

He picked up the red wine glass in front of him and looked happily at the dance floor outside the window. There were several girls there with almost exposed breasts, twisting wildly, which made Louis extremely excited looking at his body.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and the whole room fell into endless darkness. Louis was shocked, stood up and shouted: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is there a power outage in this damn place?"

However, no one paid attention to him despite shouting several times. Even the bodyguard behind him seemed to be integrated into the darkness at that moment. He disappeared out of thin air. Only the noise that was still coming from the dance floor downstairs told him,

Only he fell into darkness.

Louis yelled the name of the bodyguard in panic. He thought maybe the noise on the dance floor was too loud and the bodyguard didn't hear him. But the only answer he received coldly was endless darkness. And! A gun appeared out of thin air on his neck.

In front of me, a cold dagger shining with cold light!

"Ah!" As if he saw the devil from hell, Louis shouted in a voice that was no longer human.

That cold light penetrated into the depths of his heart, and even the flowing blood seemed to be frozen, and his whole body shivered with coldness.

A big hand gently placed on Louis' shoulder. Although there was endless darkness here, Louis could clearly feel that the warm blood of the bodyguards still remained in that big hand. At this moment, it seemed as if it was about to flow into him.

His body was normal, and he kept digging into his clothes.

With endless begging for mercy, Louis said tremblingly: "Ghost, ghost hand, yes, yes, is it you? Let me go, you, I will give you whatever you want. Money, money, you want it."

, just tell me how much you want.”

The man known as Ghost Hand seemed to be lost in thought and did not speak for a long time. Louis seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness and regained hope in life.

The long, ghostly voice was the same as his own, like a fierce ghost suddenly emerging from hell, and passed into Louis' ears bleakly: "Big William asked me to tell you that if I take your head, everything you have will be gone."

be mine."

Louis opened his mouth in horror, and was about to say something. Suddenly, there was a soft sound like tearing cloth in his ears, and a chill surged through his neck, and a stream of warm liquid burst out of his skin and sprayed on the opposite wall.

It formed a huge bloody picture. Before death, Louis, who stared closely at this bloody pattern, felt it was extremely beautiful.

Louis tightly covered his bleeding neck, innocently trying to block the blood in front of his hands.

But all this was in vain. He wanted to finally see what the person called Ghost Hand looked like. But after groping for a long time, he found nothing.

With fear and regret, Peng Tong said, and his sinful body fell asleep forever.

Bang, the ghost hand slowly lit up a cigarette, took a deep sip, and puffed out smoke rings happily. Then he watched them slowly drift towards the street lamp above.

Suddenly, the ghost hand suddenly turned around at an astonishing speed, threw out the two flying knives he carried with him, and shot towards the shadow in the darkness behind him.

There were two muffled bangs, indicating that the knife had hit something. But Guishou's face became even more gloomy, and his eyes stared at the shadows in the darkness for a moment.

"What a trick, how did you know I'm here?" Matsumoto walked out of the darkness with a smile, holding a black leather bag in his hand. At this time, two trembling flying knives were stuck in his hand.

superior.

"It turns out it's you. I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you following me?" The person he saw was the son of Ichiro Matsumoto, now the new generation head of the Matsumoto family. Guishou breathed out, relaxed his body, and started smoking silently again.

.

"I came to you because I need you, I want your help." Matsumoto walked to Guishou, lit a cigarette, and started smoking quietly, but looked at him without blinking.

.

Guishou smiled indifferently, his face full of vicissitudes and indifference: "I no longer belong to your Matsumoto family ten years ago. Although your father is very good to me, I will not leave with you. I have

My own life."

"Your life? Are you going to be a wandering killer forever? Serving these low-life gangsters and drug dealers? Is this what you, a descendant of ninjas, want to do?" Matsumoto asked him, almost yelling.

Guishou still had the same expression, looking at the excited Matsumoto tepidly, and said lightly: "Pursuit? Do I still have pursuits? All that is left in my life is a silent countdown and waiting to die! Maybe, this is him

That’s what I want to see the most.”

"You are wrong. You will never understand your father's thoughts. You are his favorite son. He kicked you out because he wanted to protect you so that you would no longer bear the curse of a ninja. He wanted you to be healthy and happy.

It's really chilling to be alive, but you still hold a grudge in your heart until now." Matsumoto smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling sorry for Guishou's misunderstanding.

Onishou was startled, obviously not expecting Matsumoto to tell him this. Back then, he failed an assassination mission, which also led to the death of two fellow ninjas who were traveling with him. His father Onomaru kicked him out of the house in anger, and

forever depriving him of his ninja identity.

This was unacceptable to Ghost Hands, who regarded the profession of ninja as his life. He always believed that his father's behavior was too extreme, and he could not deprive himself of his rights as a ninja no matter what.

In the end, the father and son turned against each other and Guishou ran away from home. But when old Matsumoto sent people to find him, it was already too late.

Helpless, Guishou could only wander around the world, relying on killing people to maintain his livelihood for many years. However, his superb killing skills left him a place in the world of killers, and he was called "Ghost" with the intention of disappearing without a trace.

Shadow killer.

Now that I heard that the truth of what happened back then was like this, Guishou was stunned and didn't know what to think, but time had passed so long, no matter what, he could never go back.

He shook his head and said calmly: "Even so, I am no longer the same person I was before. I'm afraid that for the rest of the time, I can only stay with the darkness."

Matsumoto threw away the cigarette butt in his hand that was almost burned to his butt, watched it carry a vortex across the sky, and brought up a yellow arc. He said softly: "I just want to tell you that I need you and your help."

, I live in the hotel on the corner in front, you know how to find me, if you figure it out, I will wait for you until tomorrow morning."

Returning the knife stuck in his bag to the expressionless ghost hand, Matsumoto turned around and left. Suddenly, he stopped again.

Without turning his head, Matsumoto said calmly: "I forgot to tell you something. Your father Onimaru and my father are both dead. The person who killed them is the same person. Your father is currently protecting my father.

I don’t know what they were thinking at the time. What would they be thinking if they saw you now.”

The ghost hands, who were already kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath, disappeared into the darkness without looking back. Only the ghost hands, who were crying silently, were still kneeling on the spot quietly.

It was still very dark, so Matsumoto looked at his watch. Soon it would be daybreak, and he was a little worried whether the ghost hand would come, if he still had any nostalgia for the past.

I poured a glass of wine, picked it up gently, raised my head and drank it in one gulp.

As if he felt something, Matsumoto smiled slightly, put down the wine glass in his hand, and said warmly: "You're here!"

"Who is it?" The ghost hand suddenly appeared from the balcony like a ghost, and its face was so distorted that it was impossible to recognize its original appearance. At this moment, there was only impatience and anger.

"Are you coming with me?" Matsumoto asked.

"Ends of the world!" Ghost Hand said firmly.

"Okay! With you, I am more confident!" Matsumoto said happily.

"Who is it?" Ghost Hand asked again.
Chapter completed!