I Became an Anonymous Boss

Picking up the phone, Cui Minghuan said, "Are you in a group again?"

"Yeah, I just used chicken legs to teach a fool who was playing with swords." Bai Taki said, "He has already gone to hell to confess his stupidity and crimes, so I will forgive him."

"So, you don't plan to go back to Qiantang?"

"You can go back and greet my aunt for me."

"You missed an opportunity to increase the favorability of this girl." Cui Minghuan said, "Regret it, idiot."

"Wait, don't hang up yet."

Shirataki circulated his true energy, the blood stains on his palms evaporated into a red mist, the entire hall was in a mess, 23 ten demons were lying on the ground in a mess, some were nailed to the wall, and the last five or six were standing trembling on the stairs with.

He stepped up the steps and asked, "Actually, I asked my aunt about your past."

Cui Minghuan leaned on the hospital bed and smiled indifferently: "Are you Tsundere? While saying that you don't care, you asked secretly... Actually, if you ask me directly, I will tell you. This kind of thing is nothing, I don't care mind."

"I can't help you if you mind, because I already know."

"You are such a clever little ghost, so... what else do you want to ask?"

"What I want to ask is..."

Shirataki switched hands from left to right, clasped a demon's head with his right hand, and smashed it down towards the stairs, his facial features distorted into irregular shapes under the explosion of true energy.

He pulled out a fang and threw it with his backhand. The sharp tooth penetrated the back of the head of a demon that was trying to throw it through him.

He stopped at the first step of the stairs, and asked calmly: "You have practiced martial arts all these years, is it to avenge your parents? Is it to avenge Fighting God Liu?"

Cui Minghuan was silent for a long time this time, and she whispered, "If you say no, it's a lie; if you say yes, it's a lie..."

"why?"

"Because I can't take revenge." Cui Minghuan said calmly, her rationality and calmness were almost cruel: "I may be able to win Jin Dou Kou who did not cheat, or I may win Jincheng, but so what? If I kill them, can I get back what belongs to me? Can my parents survive? Or can I push them into hell? Let them feel what I feel?"

Cui Minghuan raised his head and looked at the ceiling, then closed his eyes and said: "This is impossible... No matter how much I practice martial arts, no matter how much I practice martial arts, it is impossible for me to destroy the fighting god style alone. I have known this for a long time. But I have nothing else to do, I can only practice martial arts, and only in this way can I comfort myself. Gradually, it has become a part of me, and I can no longer abandon it. You ask me if it is for revenge... …I can only tell you: I don’t know either.”

She immediately laughed to herself: "Fortunately, although I chose the wrong path and persisted like a fool for so long, it is not worthless... Jin Dooukou was exposed because I hurt him." I lost my identity and was killed by the Heavenly Demon, and now the God of Fighting style is completely over, and the group of culprits who killed my parents have spent so many years of hard work in vain, it seems that everything I have done has paid off."

Bai Taki was silent for a long time, he thought Cui Minghuan would be angry because it was her revenge, but she didn't feel angry, but accepted it calmly, she already knew that there was no hope for her revenge.

Shirataki didn't intend this at all, but it contributed to this fact. He whispered: "I'm sorry."

Chapter 330

"It's not your fault." Cui Minghuan said, "Why do you have to apologize?"

"..."

"Everyone has curiosity, I don't blame you." Cui Minghuan said with a forced smile.

"Actually, you are very unwilling." Bai Taki forced a smile on his face, and revealed her true thoughts aloud.

"I... am not unwilling." Cui Minghuan shook his head.

"Anyway, we are already acquainted, you can't fool me." Shirataki said: "In the past, you pulled your hair and dragged you to jump into the lake because I was naughty and threw your hairband into the lake. Only then did I realize that it was your mother’s relic.”

"So you still remember."

"I always remember."

"But you remember, it's always been my fault."

"Yeah, man, he's very stubborn, he doesn't want to admit his mistakes and he doesn't want to bow his head." Bai Taki paused: "That's why I'm sorry..."

"You've grown up." Cui Minghuan asked with a smile instead: "Actually, I'm not angry, but you almost drowned, which frightened me."

"So we're all the same, don't laugh at anyone." Bai Taki asked again: "So, you don't have to hide it from me...I understand."

Cui Ming laughed, smiled, and suddenly tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

She wiped the corners of her eyes, and said in a nasal voice, "Do you have to make it clear?"

"I think we should make it clear." Shirataki said calmly, "Let me explain to myself, too."

Cui Minghuan bit her lower lip, she wanted to hold back, hold back the overflowing emotions at this moment.

But the emotions accumulated over the past ten years could not be suppressed at all, the phone fell on the sheet, and the face was held in both hands.

"Of course I'm not reconciled."

"But what can I do?"

"I can only talk myself into it."

Cui Minghuan burst into tears on the other end of the phone.

But Shirataki stood where she should be, silent.

At this time, Cui Minghuan should have been standing here.

This is her revenge, and it should be done by her.

But the enemy was killed by herself, and her revenge was taken away, which made no sense.

She neither agreed nor refused, even...she had no right to refuse, and no reason to agree.

She is too weak, so she is not reconciled; even revenge can only be done by others, so she will be even more unwilling, cursing and even spurning herself.

Hearing the sobs beside his ears, he silently hung up the phone, saying nothing at this time was useless.

There is only one thing that can make her completely happy, and that is revenge.

Shirataki already had an idea, maybe... could make her accept the reality.

He looked at the two demons on the last few steps, and took a step up: "Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

The two demons looked at each other and saw the grief and indignation in each other's eyes. How could they tolerate this kind of insult.

Without further ado, the two demons stretched out their hands at the same time, and stabbed at...

each other.

With two swishing sounds, the two demons died together and died on the spot.

As long as we kill ourselves fast enough, you'll never take our lives!

Shirataki didn't expect that they actually chose to commit suicide in the opposite direction, it was so decisive.

He squatted down and touched the corpse, found a new mobile phone from his trouser pocket, turned on the camera of the mobile phone, and clicked to start recording a video.

First, I used a video to take a picture of the surrounding scene. Although it was over eighteen years old, it was still worth watching.

He then walked up, stepped over the broken glass window, and came to the top floor.

Jincheng did not escape, and he had no way to escape.

This 60-year-old veteran martial artist stood at the other end of the cracked table, looking at each other from a distance of more than ten meters.

One has gray hair and twisted muscles; the other is tall and slender wearing a ghost mask.

"You..." Jin Cheng questioned, "Are you the Heavenly Demon?"

Shirataki couldn't understand cold words, but he heard the Chinese pronunciation of 'tianmo', although it wasn't standard enough, he could still guess the general meaning.

"Yes." Shirataki replied, "You are the founder of the Fighting God Style?"

"..." Jin Cheng couldn't understand Chinese either.

The two were silent for a moment, unable to understand the language, it seemed that they couldn't even speak harshly.

"Ashiba."

Jin Cheng exhaled fragrance, and his muscles exploded, like turning from yellow to green and then to red, and the air waves rolled, forming an almost substantial body-protecting arrogance.

The strength of this wave of magic energy far exceeds that of a cannon-carriage, or at least a super-soldier level.

But... what about super soldiers?Baron, I can also single out!

Shirataki's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, shattering the ceramic tea bowl that fell to the ground.

Facing this 60-year-old old martial artist, he didn't have any spare energy left. The nine-level peak demon zhenqi almost formed a substantial defensive armor. Fist against fist, foot against foot.

As for the speed of punching, his Arhat Fist can already achieve more than seven shots per second, and the world is not in vain.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola——!"

Roaring and shouting, the sound waves are astonishing, and the sound of the diffused true energy echoes in the room, as if after the amplification of the sound, the momentum has formed an absolute oppression.

Jin Cheng looked at the fist coming towards him, the airtight shadow of the fist almost formed a wall, seven shots per second, is this still human?

He punched a full five times in just three seconds, and the Heavenly Demon True Qi directly shattered the protective arrogance on his red skin.

Severe pain hit, Jincheng screamed strangely, rolled on the ground, kicked over the table at the same time, lifted the table to block his sight, took the opportunity to distance himself, and pulled out a big gun in his storage box.

It is not a firearm of hot weapons, but a big gun of cold weapons. This is also Jincheng's unique skill. He used to be the black glove of Nanhan politicians. He never used hot weapons to kill people. He only used guns and fists. The wind was fierce, directly piercing through the wooden table hovering in mid-air.

The weapon pierced from the blind spot of sight, but there was no feeling of hitting at all.

With a sweep of the big gun, the wooden table was scattered and cracked, and the figure of the demon was gone, and the outline was no longer in the exploding smoke.

Jin Cheng looked left and right, looking for traces within a few breaths, only to hear the sound of footsteps coming from the ceiling and saw the other party running with his feet on the ceiling. He hurriedly raised his big gun and stabbed him, but he only caught a trace of afterimages. Only a shard of clothes was chopped off.

Tianmo had already crossed his gun circle and came to the opponent, Jin Cheng had no choice but to abandon his gun and leave, but it was too late.

"climb!"

With one word, the Heavenly Demon was furious, and the sound swept across the surroundings. In an instant, it was as if a thousand tons of weight fell on Jincheng's shoulders. It's like bearing several times the gravity.

Then, a palm landed on his chest.

Shirataki didn't hold back the slightest bit of his hand in this palm, he burst out with anger, the force of energy piercing through his body pierced through ten meters, and cracks appeared in the wall at the end.

After the Inner Heaven and Earth were consummated, the power of every move and every move that the Heavenly Demon erupted was not weaker than that of ordinary Xuanguan Realm warriors, and it finally came to the end of all hardships.

However, Bai Taki didn't have time to be obsessed with the strength of this kind of power, he was just surprised that the power of Falling Flower Palm was not reduced at all, and the three Jindou bandits would have to die if they came.

But even though the old guy was shaken out and rolled directly into the hall, he just coughed up a big mouthful of blood, and he wasn't dead yet.

The demons who have undergone surgical transformation will not be much stronger than ordinary people, so without internal strength, Shirataki killing them is like cutting melons and vegetables.

But the old guy's lungs didn't shatter, and the arrogance of his body protection was obviously broken. It can only be said that his internal organs are different, and it is by no means ordinary demonization.

Shirataki kicked the wall, and the rocks scattered like bomb fragments.

He took advantage of the victory and chased after him, his right palm slapped on the opponent's shoulder, the sound of a fracture came, and amidst the screams, Jin Cheng wanted to resist, but was slapped on the head again, his skull was shattered and bleeding profusely, but he It's not dead yet.