[Comprehensive] Happy Immortal

For the upper-middle class, the people in the slums can only be regarded as living rats, without any sympathy or care.

The child who was ordered to hunt down jumped into the river next to the city.

The people who were chasing Yao stood on the bank and looked at the position of the river. Winter did not freeze the river across the entire city, but the ice debris floating on it still indicated the temperature of the water at this time.

Don't think about it, that kid probably won't survive.They looked at each other, put away the weapons they took out, and returned to their posts in groups of threes. After all, it was just a guy from the slums who died, so what should they care about?

This is a happy ending for them.

Money, power, fine wine, and beauties, no matter what century or era, the mainstream evils are still inseparable from these four major points.

The downtown area has nothing to do with modernization, just like the slums in the civilized era, just like a hundred years ago, it is an area entangled with the black market.

Timoteo stood quietly in front of a dilapidated house. No one would have thought that the ninth generation of Pengel, who was at the top of the mafia, would stand in such a small corner of the downtown area.

He rubbed the Vongola ring on his finger with his index finger. Although the Vongola ring passed down from generation to generation contained the souls of many leaders, it was actually just an ordinary ring.

But now, the ring exudes an astonishing heat, showing its restlessness to its current owner.

And the source of its restlessness...is in such a house.

Is there something in it?

Timoteo looked at Lan Shou who was frowning seriously beside him, stretched out his hand and patted his arm lightly to comfort him, clenched the crutch in his hand, and stepped forward to push open the door.

As he imagined, there was not even any decent furniture in the house in this downtown area. The broken cabinets fell on the ground randomly, and the broken things were already covered with dust.

But the leader who was already full of white hair stopped suddenly. He looked at the corner and identified the position for a long time before he found the dusty hiding child from the black cloth.

The child's thin body was huddled in the pile of warm fabrics. Timoteo stepped forward and signaled the men in black to leave first, and Coyote, as Jiudai's right and left hand, approached the seemingly motionless child.

"The kid..." Timoteo asked, leaning in too.

But the moment he approached, there was only a flash of cold light, the black-haired child opened his eyes, and the small scalpel was held tightly and was about to pierce his body, but he had seen it before. The white-haired leader with few assassination methods quickly reacted. He gently raised his cane. The cane used as a weapon is not a fragile work of art as it seems, but extremely hard.

The house was still a little too dark, although they couldn't see clearly with their eyes, but as the children struggled violently, they could still smell the fresh smell of blood.

"Coyote!!! Grab that child!" Feeling some liquid on his hands, Timoteo gave a pause, but the child he caught cleverly threw him away. The squatting man was unable to move and could not block it at all. Small and sensitive child.

After Coyote got the order, he immediately reacted and rushed to catch the child, but he felt the wind blowing from the front, and a red flame ignited on Lan's ring, and the weapon in his hand was blocked in front of his head. He did feel that something was attacking him, but he didn't find anything unusual in front of him.

While Coyote was resisting the attack, the child bent slightly, slid out from the dusty floor, then turned over while clutching the window on the other side and disappeared.

Lan's flame burning on the weapon rushed forward fiercely, enveloping the transparent enemy in it in an instant.

But is that really a "person"?

Wrapped in the powerful flames, the invisible attacker showed his true colors. It was a black monster with bandages all over its body. It had huge sharp claws. It was Haruka's IBM who attacked Coyote.

Even if it was found, it would not be annoyed, the red flames on its body could not bring it any harm, IBM realized that its master had escaped, so it retracted its sharp claws and began to gradually dissipate into black particles, just like All that was burned by the flames began to spread like black dust.

——That is power beyond Vengley's control.

Coyote stared at the burn marks on the ground for a moment, then turned around to find his leader still squatting on the ground.

"leader."

He stepped forward and gently supported the somewhat aged Dakong, but the moment he touched him, the orange flames of Dakong burst into flames, and the violently burning flames of Dakong lit up the house. This gentle yet majestic flame was so out of control for the first time.

"Sure enough...it's that child..." Timoteo gently turned the ring on his hand, and the gem on the ring was stained with a drop of red blood.

The Dakong Ring, which only recognized Pengo Lie's heir, responded, but it didn't seem like the confirmation of the succession ceremony. What's even more strange was that it wasn't his own flame that resonated, the pure color, the dazzling flame. like...

The purest ray of flame that burned from the ring drilled out, and it exploded not far away, but the flames that radiated did not bring burning pain to others. The black cloak flashed across, wearing a suit The man gently held his chest with an exquisite pocket watch hanging in front of his heart, his golden pupils almost merged with the bright and pure firelight, and the azure gemstone marked with Vongola's logo on his body shone beautifully.

"The Ninth." Vongole Primo, Vongole's greatest founder and recognized as the most powerful leader of the family, nodded slightly towards his successor.

Timoteo took his weapon, raised it, and tapped his chest lightly, which was a respectful etiquette to the supreme leader of the family.

"I, the reason for your appearance..." he asked, and then took off his ring.

"I feel it..." Giotto, who had been sleeping in the ring for many years, looked at the ring in front of him. He wiped the blood drop on the gemstone in the center of the ring, and returned it after a while. The call from the blood cannot be faked at all. Not the mixed blood inherited by posterity, but the real blood that the Ring acknowledged.

"The Ninth." Giotto returned the ring in his hand. He lowered his eyes, took off the pocket watch on his chest, and stroked the Vongola logo on it: "That is only known by Vengola's top management. Almost the last rule of secrecy."

The silent final regulation in Vengley's code, a regulation that has never been triggered by anyone for a hundred years, but is remembered by every generation of Dakong and its guardians.

"The person summoned by the bloodline needs to protect it with all his strength."

With one voice, they read out the rules that had been read a thousand times, and Timoteo and Coyote tapped their chests with their weapons again.

The cover engraved with the logo on the pocket watch was popped open, and the gears in it began to rotate, but the clock inlaid with incomparably gorgeous gemstones did not move a bit, and the time on it seemed to stop at twelve o'clock forever.

"Old friend." The original Dakong said so, and at this moment, the clock that had been suspended for a hundred years made a "tick" sound representing walking.

The author has something to say:

Timoteo is nine generations, VongolaNono

Coyote is Nine Generations Arashimori

Giotto is a generation, Vongola Primo

In fact, I am the leader of Pengo Lie [shy]