Chapter 508: Former best friend

Bever city.
In front of a room in the headquarters of the Black Gold Corps.
An old man with tall body, semi-white hair, and fierce eyes like an eagle stood.
The old man stroked the long sword around his waist.
This sword has accompanied him for decades.
A long sword that hasn't seen blood for more than a decade, may drink blood tonight.
Looking at the familiar sceneries around, I looked at the door before I wondered how many times I had seen it.
"You haven't shot for many years. Have you forgotten my Torre's horror?" The old Torre took a deep breath and took a step forward, his hands firmly pressed against the door.
"Crunch—"
For the first time Torre felt the sound of opening the door so heavy and slow.
The cracks are getting bigger.
The scenery in the door slowly appeared in his eyes.
Torre closed his eyes.
When he opened it again, there was no hesitation.
"According to the agreement, I'm here!" Torre pressed his right hand on the hilt and walked into the room with pride.
There are only two people in the huge room.
One is an old man who is slightly thin and sits behind a long table, and looks similar to Torre-Mas.
Beside Maas stood a glamorous young girl with a tall figure in a black tight-fitting dress and eyes like a viper.
Watching the two, Torre froze.
The pride dissipated at once.
He didn't know who the beautiful girl was, and it was the first time he saw it.
But the old man named Maas, he is very familiar.
Mas, who was his good friend for decades, grew up together. The two established the Black Gold Regiment together. Mas is the deputy head of the Black Gold Regiment.
And he, Torre is the head of the black gold group.
"Mas, why?" Torre's lips were trembling, and a slight crack appeared in his tenacious heart.
At the moment of seeing Mas, he had learned what happened.
betray!
This term is too common in the sin city of Bever City.
The curse called Betrayal is always wrapped around people.
He was betrayed by others, and he betrayed others many times.
In this dark world, only the friendship with Mas is full of light, indestructible, and has undergone countless trials.
"Mas, did not expect it to be you!" Torre's eyes were so sad.
"Yeah, I didn't think I would betray you." Mas said.
"We are all orphans living in Bever City. We have been mixed since we were sensible when we were seven or eight years old. We stole things together, we fought together, we were beaten together."
"Thinking of it now, that time was really interesting."
"We learn together and become stronger together. The two of us grew from scratch to develop the black gold group to the scale we are today."
The Black Gold Regiment is not the strongest in Bever City.
Even the first five are hanging.
But it is definitely the largest number and the most extensive coverage.
Every street and every shop in Bever City has the shadow of their black gold ball.
Thinking of the past, Mas sighed: "Torre, people will change."
"You have had countless opportunities to betray me. You have wandered on the verge of life and death for me countless times. We have experienced so many tests. When we were 70 or 80 years old and half of our feet were buried in the coffin, they changed? "Torre couldn't believe it.
"I don't want to betray you. I still welcome you to join us. We will always be friends ..."
"Nine snakes like what you promised!" Torre yelled and interrupted Mas.
"Long life."
Torre already understood, "Haha, forgiveness is like this. When I was young, I threw my head and shed blood, struggling for ideals and future. After struggling for decades, I can finally enjoy it. How long."
"I hope you can understand."
"Nonsense, where is my family?"
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Nine Snakes is a group that suddenly appeared in Bever City in the past ten years.
In only three or two years, Nine Snakes recovered 90% of the gangs in Bever City.
Even their black gold regiment surrendered to the nine snakes.
It is only in recent years that the requirements of Nine Snakes have become more and more excessive, and the tasks promulgated are becoming more and more difficult to complete.
I realized there might be a conspiracy behind the nine snakes.
Torre, who didn't want to be caught in the vortex, gradually raised his retreating heart.
Together with his friend Mas, he decided to leave Bever City.
The sinful city of Bever City has brought the weak meat to the extreme, and it is not a place where the family can develop for a long time.
They are not single guys when they were young.
Seventy or eighty years old, they all have children and grandchildren behind them.
And the performance of the children and grandchildren is not as strong as they are. Once they die, the enemies they have accumulated over the years will definitely come to revenge.
Maybe even a trace of blood could not be left.
At the agreed escape location, when he arrived, there was no figure.
Neither he nor Mas' family and friends were present.
There was a sentence left in place.
"My son and grandson are there!" Torre yelled and yelled at Mas.
"Hilda." Mas gestured to the woman beside him.
The glamorous girl named Hilda twisted her body, put a watermelon-sized iron box on the table, and said, "Master Torre, please."
Click.
Torrey's heart continued to sound broken.
He may be able to guess what that is.
Just unwilling to believe.
Torre stood blankly for a while before taking a heavy step and walking towards the table.
Put your hands gently on the iron box.
Click.
The lid of the iron box popped up, and a pungent smell came from the box.
Looking at the contents of the box, Torre's head was blank.
"boom--"
Consciousness is like being hit by a thunder.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth-due to excessive emotional fluctuations, it had affected the dark wounds accumulated over the years.
In the iron box, there are eyeballs.
No need to think about who these eyes belong to.
Mas folded his hands on his thighs and said sadly: "They went very peacefully."
"You, you can do it? Brute! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ath ath at of here of the sky at the time," Lika is your dry son, Nairo, Hurta, Hoth ... they still called your grandpa when they were young ! "
Before coming, Torre was ready to kill his family.
But after discovering that it was Mas, apart from his grief, he could not help raising a glimmer of hope.
Maybe the family is still alive?
Maybe I can ask Mas to let some people go?
Leave a little blood for your family?
"You don't have to be too sad, they don't walk alone, and my children and grandchildren are also inside." Mas said even more terrifyingly.
"You ... you madman!"
Torre is desperate.
He had no hope for Mas.
Betrayed him and followed the nine snakes, instead of fighting for the welfare of family and friends, but killed them all?
"Is this your name?"
"That's right."
"Haha, hahaha ..." Torre smiled bleakly. "Sure enough, my hunch is right. The people of the Nine Snakes are a group of poisonous snakes that swallow bones."
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