All the light at night depends on the bright moon.

On the aisle, a leader of the Rot Gang who was responsible for patrolling this floor found something was wrong around him and seemed to be unable to see his men. Although they were patrolling separately, they would occasionally see each other's figures. But at this time, he had already walked around and Nairan did not find any trace of those people.

"A few guys, I want to be lazy again!" The leader shouted in a low voice, but there was no response.

The leader was a little annoyed, but also a little scared. He was about to walk over and scold the lazy guys, but he saw a figure appearing in the aisle, with a cigarette squirting on his mouth and a little smoke.

The leader felt relieved when he saw this figure. In this case, as long as he saw someone's movement, he could give himself courage. He was so brave that he would be able to regain his courage, and he took out the majesty he had in his daily life and shouted to the shadow who was walking over: "Boy, where did you go just now! There are still a few of them!"

But the shadow seemed to ignore it and just walked forward.

The leader waited for a while, but still did not get the other party's response. He opened his mouth and scolded: "Damn, I'm asking you something! Are you deaf? Xiao Si, is it you, speak!"

The shadow hidden in the darkness of the shadow, Nairan, did not answer, just threw away the cigarette, then accelerated his pace and walked quickly towards this side.

The leader began to feel something was wrong. If it were his own people, how could he not reply to him, and would not suddenly get faster. Seeing the shadow coming, his right hand gently pressed on the gun inserted at his waist.

"Who are you? If you don't tell me, you will kill you!"

The black shadow became closer and closer, and the leader felt something was wrong. He quickly took out his pistol and said to the black shadow: "Stop! Who are you!"

Just as he was pulling out his gun, Chen Fan, who was walking over, suddenly accelerated. Before the leader could raise the gun, he rushed to him and smiled slightly.

In the darkness, the hazy moonlight projected in against the window, the leader looked at the terrified appearance in front of him, the strange face that looked very evil at night, and a long sword that suddenly appeared in his hand...

The leader dared to split up in an instant, and quickly raised his gun to the uninvited guest in front of him.

Just when the leader wanted to pull the trigger, Chen Fan, who was holding the Blood Soul Sword in one hand, waved his hand, and the leader's entire hand with the gun was sprayed out with a stream of blood, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Before he could cry out in pain, the sword in Chen Fan's hand had already penetrated his intestines and slowly pulled it out, leaving a body with wide eyes.

Chen Fan killed people, not gorgeous or fancy, and only tried to kill them in seconds. He would never want to give him any more strength.

Because he still has to kill many people.

After killing all the people patrolling on this floor, only three shift changers were left.

Chen Fan carried the sword, then walked to a room and knocked on the door gently.

Soon a man came to call the door and opened his mouth and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"

He was sleepy and was shocked to find that what appeared in front of him was a strange face. He was about to scream.

But before he could speak, his torso was separated by a shiny arc...

Without a trace of human feelings, Chen Fan walked in directly and gently closed the door.

There were two members of Rot who were sleeping like a dead pig. Unexpectedly, the enemy had arrived, a middle-aged man curled up with a quilt and asked in a daze: "How about you yarn?"

brush!

A flash of sword light, and even through the quilt, his head had been completely cut off, and the blood immediately dyed the bed red.

Another middle-aged man seemed to find something wrong, and deaf sat up with his head pulling his head. Then the moonlight outside the window looked at his brother sleeping in a daze. When he saw his brother's head leaving his body and rolling on the ground, he was frightened and sweating all over and was completely sleepy.

He turned his head angrily and looked at the black figure holding a long knife, and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. Because he knew that as long as he screamed, his head would be like a brother...

Chen Fan smiled, looked at the middle-aged man who was trembling with fear, and said, "I'm quite smart."

"I, I, I am willing to say anything." The middle-aged man sitting on the bed said tremblingly, the sheets were already wet by birds.

Chen Fan smiled and said, "It's so backboneless."

The middle-aged man begged for mercy and said, "I, I don't want to die."

"Answer a few questions from me." Chen Fan asked directly without saying nonsense: "Who is the special envoy?"

Hearing this name, the middle-aged man shook again and replied in a trembling voice: "The special envoy is the ace killer in the group."

Chen Fan continued to ask, "How many people are there in total?"

"There were several before, but the virus outbreak failed to escape, and now there is only one left." The middle-aged man replied.

Is there only one left? Chen Fan smiled, it would be the best. If a few of them were hunting themselves with that kind of gun, this would be very difficult.

"What strength?"

"I don't know that the envoy is the most mysterious person. We usually don't want to be ashamed of it. We didn't even say a word. He only accepted the boss' arrangement." Speaking of the envoy, this middle-aged man seemed very taboo, and it seemed that the "envoy" in the gang was a topic of banning conversation.

"Who is the boss? What's the strength?"

"Boss... is the boss. I really don't know his strength, but he is a warrior!" The middle-aged man said carefully, betraying his boss directly, just to win the favor of this mysterious man.

"In this building, too?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, it's at the top, but it rarely appears in front of us."

So, is the boss going to attack him? Chen touched his chin and asked again: "What does the boss look like?"

He didn't want the culprit to run away.

The middle-aged man replied: "It's quite strong, about 40 or 50 years old, his eyes are scary, like... like you."

"What does the special envoy look like?" Chen Fan nodded, ignored the middle-aged man's stupid praise, and then turned back to the topic of the special envoy. That is a person who must be vigilant and must be asked clearly.

"I don't know anything about the others in black clothes and covering my face. He is the most mysterious person in the gang." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, then looked at Chen Fan's face. He was worried that his information would not arouse the interest of this mysterious person.

Clothes in black? Chen Fan recalled the attack that day and seemed to see a black shadow, so it should be this special envoy. He asked again: "How many people are there in total?"

"More than fifty." Under Chen Fanling's momentum, the middle-aged man said everything he knew.

"How many experts are here? And what's going on?" Chen Fan asked.

"I really don't know this. I am just a small person on the periphery. As for the above, there is a place where gang members are concentrated, which is very messy." The middle-aged man continued to sell out the information of the gang.

Chen Fan pondered for a moment, sorted all the information in his mind, and then continued to ask: "Do you know that there is a person named Zhu Yue here, who was once the leader of the Xifeng Hall of the Jiangmin Gang?"

The middle-aged man showed a hint of confusion, then shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it. Maybe my status is too low and I can't access the information from the top."

"Oh—" Chen Fan responded long, then smiled and asked, "Okay, what else do you have to say."

The information has been collected almost all, and the rest depends on how you kill it. This person deserves to die.

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically and immediately begged for mercy: "I don't want to die! Please let me go. I have told you what I know. I just want you to let my life go. I have old men and young men... "

There are still relatives in the mourning city? This guy should be used to shouting slogans when he is in a gangster fight. He is really a backbone guy. He is really looking for the right person. However, although this middle-aged man is very fond of Chen Fan, he will not let this person go.

Chen Fan looked at the middle-aged man trembling on the bed, his smile was cold, and the blade gently stroked the middle-aged man's neck, and said, "If you really have a son who is not dead, I will tell him not to get into a bad situation when he grows up, otherwise the result will be miserable."

The middle-aged man who was on the verge of death held the blood spurted from his neck, opened his mouth to speak, but he was like a nightmare, unable to say a word. He looked up at the extremely cold and mysterious young man and shed tears.

He didn't want to say goodbye to this world that was a bit dirty and even fearful, but he still had some world worth nostalgic and living a life of silence.

He felt that the whole world was becoming quieter and silence like death. He was indeed tired, but he felt unwilling, guilt, regret, and relief in his heart...

At the last moment when his vision was blurred, he nodded gently to Chen Fan...

Chen Fan walked out of the room with a expressionless face and locked the door. He didn't feel cold-blooded, because he had to kill the middle-aged man, leaving anyone behind, which could make him doomed here.

But, so what if you are cold-blooded? As long as the person you care about can live well, everything else doesn’t matter. How many people die, what does it have to do with him?

He has killed so many people and has become indifferent to life. At this time, human life has no value in his eyes...

This floor has been completely killed, and it is the turn of the gang members and core figures above.

He wanted to see what the reason for this mysterious gang was to attack himself!

The darkness extended its territory infinitely. In this steel concrete, Chen Fan stopped by the window of the aisle, turned his head and looked at the bright moon in the night sky, his mouth curled up a curve, and said with a smile: "It's a great moonlit night, it's a pity not to kill people."

This sentence will become the bloody horn for the destruction of the entire Rot Gang.

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