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In the world of ordinary people, the families represented by these surnames mean financial empires that control the lifeline of the country, while in the dark world that ordinary people cannot reach, they are the leaders of the secret party today.
It is the most unwise thing in the world to make an enemy of such an institution, so even though Boar Neo knew that what he had done had probably been exposed, he did not dare to go against the requirements of the academy.
"Dear Krista, no matter what happens later, please stand by my side." Although the short man was wearing hip-hop clothes, he walked with dignity and restraint, like a lion strolling on the grassland.
Their behavior was not very intimate, and could even be described as being somewhat respectful to each other, but it was obvious that the boar Neo really cared about this Indian girl named Kriska.
The mirror-like marble floor reflected the girl's blooming skirt. Her skin was fair, her ankles were slender, and she stood gracefully like a lush tulip.
"I will, my dear Neo. You are the only person I trust in this world. If the person who got off the train was a guest, we would hug him warmly and kiss him on the cheek. But if the person who got off the train was an enemy, I would stand by your side and I would always be with you." Krista's voice was as soft and melodious as a lark, but her tone was cold and not much emotion could be heard in it.
She did have some gratitude towards the man beside her, but Krista was a cold-hearted person, a real loner, as if all the joy and sorrow in the world had nothing to do with her, so she would not express her gratitude.
In fact, this girl was not like this a long time ago.
She is a Mexican Indian descendant born on an Indian reservation and has been taught as a traditional Indian girl since birth.
When Boar Neo found her, she was wearing a men's long windbreaker that almost covered her completely, and the collar and hem of the clothes were almost all covered in blood.
At that time, Krista had two long braids and her skin was slightly rough. She huddled in the garbage alley in the city, tightly holding a large-caliber revolver in the dark to try to protect herself.
She really needed to do this because Christina was such a beautiful girl. She had delicate features, her skin was rough but white like precious jade, and her body was slender and well-proportioned. Every part of her looked like an authentic work sent down from heaven to the earth.
The small town was full of drug addicts, robbers, and black rappers. The crime rate was one of the highest in the entire western United States. A delicate girl could disappear into the chaotic night at any time if she was alone.
But Christina lived a pretty good life, except that she had no money.
Her family raised Krista until she was eleven years old and then abandoned her. In addition to poverty, her father, who was from Mexico, died in a mining accident, and her mother came from a traditional and feudal Indian family.
It was raining that day, and a group of Mexicans devoured the goods of the boar Neo. He was furious and brought his brothers to the small town to kill them.
In the darkness, Boar Neo and his friends rode their roaring motorcycles to smash the rain curtain covering the entire town, patrolling the land where his enemies were hiding.
There was a Russian among them, the guy was as big as a polar bear, and was once the gold medal thug of the largest gang in Rio de Janeiro. He was cruel and perverted, and found Krista in the garbage.
The gunshots roared, exploding with thunderous sounds, tearing through the darkness of the alley under the rain.
The bullet spun and shattered a few falling water drops, but it only grazed the Russian's arm, which in turn aroused his ferocity. The bear-like man was about to tear Krista's shirt to pieces almost immediately.
She was a thirteen-year-old girl at that time.
When the Russian man held Kristina by her waist and lifted her up, blood from the wound on the man's arm began to flow down his arm and onto Kristina's body.
She said nothing, just stared at him. The pain of her spine almost breaking did not make the thirteen-year-old girl cry or show the slightest expression of pain.
At this time, in the darkness at the end of the alley, a bright light tore through the dead silence. The beast-like motorcycle braked while moving at high speed, and the tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.
He was a short man with a strong personality. His eyes were hidden under his eyelids, but the sound of bullets being loaded could be clearly heard.
"That's all, Kolevsky, just a child." said the young boar Neo.
He was a tough leader in his organization. He had already gotten out of the car while he was talking. He held something in his hand and raised it horizontally. It was definitely a gun. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Kolavsky's back. The Russian man had no doubt that if he made any radical move, a bullet would pierce his heart in the next second.
The sound of more engines roared, and the short man stood in front of her, blocking the rain and the gunmen's ferocious gazes.
He reached out and wiped the mud and blood off her face, looking directly into her golden eyes which were flickering slightly with anger and hatred.
It was one of those rare moments in her life when she saw such creepy joy in a man's eyes.
The boar Neo happily picked up Krista, but it was not because of the lust he had seen in the past, but rather as if he had seen a rare treasure or found a treasure cave hidden by pirates.
Krisja's involuntarily lit up golden pupils that didn't scare him at all. Instead, that brutality made the boar Neo ecstatic.
She was hated by her tribe because of her pair of vertical pupils that looked like those of some ancient reptiles. Even her family thought she was the reincarnation of a devil because of her golden pupils. Her mother stayed away from her, leaving her to wander the streets at a young age.
This is probably the case with the awakened mixed-race Indians. They were abandoned when they were very young for unknown reasons.
A hundred years ago, there was such a girl in the first generation of Lionheart Society. Her name was Gui.
The difference between Krista and the ghost is that the ghost always wants to do something for her family to prove that she loves them, so that she may win their love and she will not be so lonely.
And Krista left her hometown when she was abandoned. She didn't love those who didn't love her, so her mother became a stranger. Since then, she has never seen her tribe members again and lived a lonely life.
But the guy in front of her gave her a different feeling, because there was a golden glow in that man's eyes.
Although Krista was sure that there was something else hidden in those eyes, it didn't matter. People have to be valuable to others. People without value are abandoned. Only people with value are qualified to become partners with others.
Only people with value are qualified to break free from the loneliness of fate.
"Are you willing to come with me? You will get the best education, you will change the world, and even become..." The boar Neo lifted Krista up high. His face had a hideous expression, but he seemed to be trying hard to suppress it, suppressing it into the kind of gentleness that hides an evil spirit.
"Emperor of the world," he said.
Krista didn't understand what he meant, but she stared at the man's eyes that were emitting a faint golden glow, and nodded after a long time.
As she boarded the flight to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Krista looked out the small window at the brightly lit New Mexico, her hometown that was getting farther and farther away.
It can't really be called a hometown, because a real hometown should have people you miss. Krista no longer has anyone she misses. The last person who truly loved her died four years ago in a mining disaster that killed 131 people.
"I finally found it, Krista, my dear Krista, I finally found you. You are the crown I have been waiting for, you are the legendary Holy Grail, you are the greatest secret in the world. I have been looking for you for three years and finally found you." Boar Neo turned his head slowly, and for a moment Krista seemed to see the evil spirit buried deep in the soul of this little man in the eyes.
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Just as the boar Neo and his beloved Krista walked out from under the arch, huge fireworks burst out above their heads, lighting up the entire sky. Such huge fireworks covered almost every inch of the sky in the city.
It seemed as if the whole of Rio de Janeiro was cheering and welcoming the arrival of the distinguished guest.
But suddenly something fell from the sky, and it leaped out of the white steam like a flying eagle.
The boar Neo's pupils contracted slightly, he turned his head to look up, all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, and his bones made crackling sounds.
Bloodthirst has never been the only way to become a god, but it is relatively complete. The technology used by the boar Neo comes from a mysterious organization, but it is also dangerous and powerful, and will not be used until the critical moment.
It was a very young boy who fell from the sky, with drooping eyes. He was tall and slender, but there was destructive power hidden in his body.
He held a short knife in his hand, which reflected the color of the fireworks, and was brilliant and sharp, with an enchanting beauty in its coldness.
He stood in front of the boar Neo and Krista, less than five steps away, with his brows drooping and his dagger hanging down, as if he was completely unguarded.
"Who are you!" A thug from Boar Neo's gang roared, and at the same time, the AK47 on his back slipped into his hand, pointing the muzzle directly at the boy's face, "Put down your weapon! Put down your weapon!"
The boy with droopy eyes continued to move forward, as if he didn't hear the thugs' roar at all.
Boar Neo did not stop his men's actions. He frowned slightly, and also wanted to see whether the envoy from the academy was worthy of his serious attention.
But Krista's calm eyes seemed to have changed. She seemed to realize something.
The thugs raised their weapons one after another, and the densely packed gun muzzles were pointed at Lu Mingfei.
These people are desperate criminals from all over the world. Each of them has blood on his hands. Their crimes are enough to be imprisoned for life in any country.
No matter how distinguished the guest is, they will really shoot.
A sharp light accompanied by misty steam suddenly passed in front of them, and a fox-like black shadow flashed in front of everyone, and then all the guns broke in the middle.
The fracture is smooth without any burrs.
There actually is such a sharp knife in the world that can cut off the barrels of dozens of guns in an instant, with sparks flying everywhere. The fierce thugs couldn't even see which direction the knife was coming from.
An old man with a straight figure appeared beside the boy. He was a Japanese. He pointed a meter-long curved blade in his hand forward and locked his eyes on the throats of seven or eight thugs.
The slightest movement and the knife would cut their throats.
The old man's aura was as terrifying as a demon. The surface of the knife was glowing with dark golden light, and the sound of mechanical operation could be heard from inside.
It was an ancient alchemical sword that used very ancient technology. The blade was affected by gear transmission and could be extended or shortened.
The old man's face was hidden in the endless steam, and only the golden color could be vaguely seen in his slightly narrowed eyes. The golden color was so gorgeous that it looked like a demon in front of ordinary people. These thugs had also seen the eyes of the boar Neo. His pupils, which were originally dark brown, would burst into a dark golden color when he was angry.
But the little man's golden pupils were like a candle next to the bright moon compared to the brilliant light in the old man's eyes.
Inuyama He's bloodline level reached A or even A+, while the boar Neo was just a waste that was forcibly catalyzed to A level by the evolution drug.
In the silence, the young man who appeared earlier stepped forward and stood beside the old man. His expression did not change, as if the relationship between them was just equal, and even the young man's status was higher than the old man.
"Pig Neo, right?" the young man said softly. He raised the knife. The blade was smooth and suddenly reflected a red-gold light like the sun.
Chapter 128 Confrontation
The knife slowly cut through the steam, and white mist flowed along the lines on its surface, as if lifting up mountains and rivers.
The blade was like a mirror, reflecting the boy's eyes that were originally hidden behind his eyelids and were burning like fire.
Krista suddenly held her breath. She raised her eyes to look at the boy with drooping eyebrows but so stern. There was a curiosity in her cat-like eyes that was almost overflowing.
She saw those eyes.
That was probably a treasure she had never seen before, and it was her true companion. When she saw him, Krista knew that she had finally found her kind.
The loneliness that she carried from nowhere was about to be torn apart.
For a moment, the mask of strength that the girl had originally used to hide her cowardice and sadness seemed to be shattered.
When the little man beside her didn't see, Krista hid her face in the curtain-like shadow, and her expression seemed to be throbbing. The iron-gray eyes that were originally as deep as the mountains in the rainstorm also showed slight fluctuations.
The atmosphere at the scene became quiet and eerie. The men who were originally unscrupulous in the noisy city of Rio de Janeiro were separated by an old man with guns to maintain their fragile bravery. The boy stepped forward with a knife, and the voice of asking the boar Neo resounded, lazy but with a thousand pounds of weight.
There were only two people standing in front of them, but the momentum they displayed was like that of thousands of troops. Their golden eyes were so bright and dazzling that they looked like the morning star that appeared in the east at the end of the heyday of the night.
The central station was silent, with only the sound of gas pouring from the steam train. The white steam flowed on the marble tiles of the platform like water, and parted under the feet of Lu Mingfei and Inuyama He, making them look like they were in the clouds.
"Our lovely academy secretary Norma has sent the information about Boar Neo and his thugs to your mailbox. Dear Master Inuyama, the gangsters who are qualified to appear in this building are all sinners who deserve to be put to death. Most of them are not half-bloods. The bloodline level of the few half-bloods is pitifully low, and they are not even worth being taken into account by Kassel Academy and included in the files." Lu Mingfei's voice was slow and gentle. After asking that question, he seemed to have no intention of communicating with Boar Neo and his thugs anymore.
"We are not fighting alone. Mr. Henkel and Principal Ange have already brought their men to the vicinity of this building. If we can't deal with them, perhaps those two old guys will rush in and chop off the boar's head and then laugh at us." Lu Mingfei said.
Inuyama He was slightly stunned when he heard this. He grabbed the collar of the black windbreaker he was wearing and exerted force with his wrist. The black windbreaker floated above the white steam like a huge raven and then slowly fell down.
"Lu Jun's reputation is well-known. Even in the Japanese branch, we can often hear rumors about Lu Jun. It is my honor to fight alongside you." Although Inuyama He's expression did not change, the majesty condensed from blood and fighting made his face become hideous at this moment, with lines of rage jumping, and a terrifying golden color appeared in the turbid pupils after his old age.
Norma's intelligence system is complete and powerful. If she is sure that the person that Boar Neo is trading with is indeed a big shot in the Japanese branch, then this must be the fact.
Ever since the head of the Snake Family, Tachibana Masamune, came to power, the entire family's style of doing things has changed again and again. They are no longer the Snake Family of the past. Today's Snake Family upholds true righteousness, and every man in the Snake Family should die in the war with the fierce ghosts.
During his time at Kassel Academy, Inuyama He has learned about all of the crimes of the boar Neo. Not to mention the trafficking of banned drugs and arms smuggling, selling naturally awakened wild hybrids from South America and New Mexico to Japan via human trafficking ships is an act that the Abraham Bloodline Contract absolutely cannot allow.
The Snake Eight Clan were originally the supreme rulers of the Japanese underworld. They have been making a living by exploiting the lower classes since their inception, from collecting protection fees from the fishermen at the docks in the beginning, to later getting involved in the flesh trade in Tokyo, and now to almost all gray industries in Japan, the Snake Eight Clan can be seen.
Every member of this family is guilty. Although noble royal blood flows in their veins, it is accompanied by sins that have lasted for hundreds and thousands of years.
They have committed crimes such as trafficking in banned drugs, arms smuggling, and even more serious crimes. However, human trafficking is an absolute taboo in the mixed-race society. Whether it is the Abraham Blood Contract in the West or the Qin Ten Golden Man Law in the East, they all have a zero-tolerance attitude towards this crime.
This is because most of the human trafficking of mixed-race people will eventually involve cruel human experiments.
Those hybrids who were regarded as commodities would be sent to the operating table, their bodies would be dissected, their organs would be exposed to the air, and every inch of their value, including their blood, flesh, and bones, would be squeezed out.
The Snake Eight Clan was an organization that was absolutely against human experimentation. In contrast, if the information provided by the academy secretary Norma showed that the trading partner of the boar Neo came from another mixed-race organization in Japan, the Oni Clan, Inuyama He would not be so angry.