Chapter 35 Section 6

There is an inhuman who used to have many nicknames. Every nickname buried many breaths of astonishment and astonishment. The penultimate nickname is called Death. How many people can bear the weight of these two words? But tonight, this man prefers his fourth last nickname. In front of the 200-inch giant TV wall, bustling young men and women passed by talking and laughing. Office worker uncles occasionally stop, watching the news screen on the giant TV and pointing. To be honest, it is really not suitable for blood to be spilled everywhere, and passers-by are crying and screaming, which is also very unpleasant.

Fighting is not civilized at all. "Hey, I have something to ask your boss." The man stood with his hands in his pockets and took a few steps. Eleven jackals, hey, looked at the man in front of him. It was this listless-looking guy who just killed the entire Wutori gang of one hundred people in Akihabara. It is said that the body was stabbed with a throwing knife... "Who are you?" He asked. "I..." The man sneezed and said in unsatisfactory Japanese, "Shangguan." "Oh? That's a good thing." He raised his chin slightly: "It is said that Shangguan's throwing knife is the best in the world."

"Ok." "Ok?" "Do you want to force me to be humble?" Shangguan laughed. "Since it is number one in the world, it can be faster than the flying knife in my hand." He sneered, and at some point there were ten more cold lights in his hand: "It can really be faster than the flying knife in my hand, of course it is no problem to take you to see my boss .” "Have you received any education? You are dead, how can you take me to meet your boss?" Shangguan frowned. "You can really talk!" He disdainfully took a step to the left.

The distance between the two was fifteen meters, and they were already within each other's attack range. At the same time, office workers who stopped to watch the TV wall were separated from the endless stream of people. Unaware that they are in the arena of two fierce beasts, these bustling people keep talking, laughing, kissing, talking on mobile phones, wandering in a trance, confessing, discussing which izakaya to go to later, cursing the new one just bought yesterday. album... He observed that this blood race who claimed to be Shangguan didn't have any special murderous or saber aura on him.But to say that he has reached the realm of returning to nature, it is far from it.He seemed to be unable to fully concentrate, and his sight was often affected by people passing by him; the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were not like the murderous one, but closer to lack of sleep.

"..." Shangguan moved his body away, letting a middle-aged uncle walk over with a compensatory dating girl in his arms. Flying knife fighting flying knife. Probably the fastest way to decide the outcome in all fights. most dangerous. It also needs the same concentration as a ghost. If this person is really a Shangguan, then there will be no Shangguan after tomorrow. "Wait, you haven't asked my name yet." He suddenly thought. "Ah?" Shangguan frowned. "...You are really very, very rude!" He Boran was furious. Suddenly, the two who were about to make a move turned their heads at the same time and looked at the picture on the TV wall.

At that moment, everyone in Tokyo knew... It's world war.