You Are My Wings

Chapter 219 A Le

The night wind is cold, Victoria Peak, and the bustling lights of Victoria Harbour twinkle in the dark night.

Sasaki Ichiro leaned against the cold railing, his entire body slumped on it, panting hard.

Warm blood poured out of his body, dyeing the clothes and the ground red and soaking.

His body began to tremble, but the expression on his face forced a smile.

With trembling pale lips, he smiled.

"You're finally here...Park Jung-tae..."

Opposite him, a man named Park Zhengtai came from the darkness, stood in front of him calmly, and looked at him.

It is not as scary and weird as the rumors from the outside world. Although Park Zhengtai, who is the first echelon of the world's ability, has a lot of blood and debt, in fact, he does not look like a murderous executioner.

Black-rimmed glasses, simple but elegant dress, this is a middle-aged man who is generally gentle and refined as a university professor.

In fact, he was indeed a professor at the university - once.

After becoming a capable person, they often bid farewell to the past life.

But the kind of temperament that has been cultivated by teaching and educating people is not easily worn away.

Looking down at the dying Japanese man covered in blood at his feet, Park Zhengtai's eyes were calm.

No sarcasm, no ridicule, no sympathy, no superfluous emotion.

He just looked at him like that and spoke.

"It seems that Lin Zeyu hit hard, and he was injured like this. I thought that if you can escape, the injury should not be too serious. It seems that the people in the 51st game are more ruthless than I thought."

Sasaki Ichiro looked at him, smiled savagely and pale, his facial features were about to squeeze together due to pain, "Don't worry, you will see it soon! Lin Zeyu used most of his strength, and the target is not just us. Pillar of God, you spectators outside the arena can now sit high and point in the stands, but wait! If you don't act, you will become sacrifices in the arena soon!

Park Zhengtai looked at him and was indifferent to the threat of resentment, "This time there are so many people from the Pillar of the Gods, but you are the only one left, and fortunately you will die soon, otherwise Aden will see you, I don't know how you should explain it."

Sasaki Ichiro spit out a mouthful of blood and snorted, "You can't guess what Mr. Aden thinks!"

"Yeah, Yaden's thoughts are indeed beyond my guess," Park Zhengtai said softly with complicated eyes, "I don't even know how stupid he would be to offend a [experiment] that doesn't have much effect. The entire 51 rounds, now more than 51 rounds, even the people in other areas of the Pillar of the Gods have lost patience with him, and everyone is deserted, but that's it?"

"So what? You can't understand the greatness of Lord Aden!" Ichiro Sasaki roared, "He sees farther than anyone else! You short-sighted group of short-sighted people have no idea where our real enemy is!"

"Our real enemy?" Park Zhengtai murmured this sentence, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, "Did Aden tell you that? It seems that more than ten years can't change the wrong thinking of an idiot... …”

At this time, Ichiro Sasaki was speechless.

The passage of life made his body more and more rigid and his thinking more and more chaotic.

At this time, he could only stare at Park Zhengtai with resentful and angry eyes, expressing his inner anger.

Park Zhengtai looked at him and continued, "Ten years ago, when that idiot told me his theory in front of me, I tried my best to convince him. But I was wrong, he was not a worthy person. Trusted successor, I wanted to entrust the future of Korea to him, but unfortunately..."

Park Zhengtai said with an indifferent expression, "He is just a shameless betrayal, who betrayed his motherland, joined the pillar of the gods, and together with a group of the same betrayers, confronted his country and the nation with swords and swords. A person can no longer be said to be a human being, and he is a beast with no propriety, righteousness, and shame."

Hearing those words, Ichiro Sasaki's face turned red.

He looked at Park Jung-tae resentfully and angrily, and wanted to argue.

However, the moment the dying man opened his mouth...

"puff!"

Irreversibly, the blood in Sasaki Ichiro's chest and lungs spurted out, instead of his words, sprayed towards Park Zhengtai in front of him.

Naturally, this mouthful of blood was lost.

Park Zhengtai lightly prepared to continue speaking, but at this time, someone accidentally broke in not far away.

"That... Excuse me..."

Some cowardly voices sounded, interrupting the conversation between the two at the Peak, "Can I ask the two of you a little question?"

The two people on the top of the mountain turned back at the same time, and what they saw was a strange young man.

Dressed in rags, he seems to be afraid and nervous, and he is a very young man.

In his hand, he was holding an old man with a dull expression and saliva at the corner of his mouth, who seemed to have dementia.

One old and one young, the two stood not far away, and the young man spoke with a nervous expression.

"Can you delay the two of you for a while..."

Park Zhengtai frowned slightly and looked in the direction not far away.

There, Sunglasses and another subordinate should not let anyone come to disturb him.

However, when Park Zhengtai looked over, he found that his two subordinates were standing there, motionless, like two statues, unaware of what was happening around them.

The young man spoke uneasily, "I made a small gesture to ask them not to stop me."

He rubbed his hands nervously, looking very scared, "Don't be angry, sir, I'll leave right away, and your two companions will recover immediately."

Without the other party's explanation, Park Zhengtai saw the state of the two subordinates at a glance.

This is the phenomenon that people's thinking is frozen by the superpower of thinking. For the two of them, their consciousness has completely stagnated at this time, and he is not unfamiliar with this state.

It's just beyond what he expected, it's the person in front of him.