The General’s Vampire Omega

Go to the door of a small room and swipe your card to open the door.

Luo Zhouzhou saw the name tag hanging on the door with the word "Knife" printed on it.

After closing the door, all the shouts were isolated outside, and my ears suddenly became quiet.

Luo Zhouzhou began to look at this room.

This is a lounge. It's not big, but it has everything it should. Bathroom, wardrobe, couch, projection TV and a refrigerator.

Chu Feng walked to a square table and pressed the intercom, "Xiaofeng, come to my lounge... Yes, play a game today... You arrange..."

Luo Zhouzhou stared at Chu Feng blankly, seeing that he was familiar with everything, and this lounge looked like his.

After a while, the door of the room was pushed open, and a big bald man walked in and said with a big grin: "Blade, you are finally here, do you know that those audiences are waiting crazy."

Luo Zhouzhou glanced at Chu Feng.

Sharp edge? His name is Sharp Edge? No wonder these two words are also posted at the door of the room.

Chu Feng took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it and handed it to Luo Zhouzhou, saying indifferently: "Then make them crazy."

Xiaofeng smiled and closed his mouth.

Luo Zhouzhou looked towards Xiaofeng. He was in his forties and was very burly. The exposed parts of his body were covered with tattoos everywhere. Regardless of his age or body shape, he is very inconsistent with this small print.

And since he entered the door, Chu Feng had a gentle expression, and his eyes were cold, as if he was really wearing a mask.

"The owner is very anxious, and I don't know how to contact you. I am looking forward to it every day." Xiaofeng said non-stop since he came in, "Today's audience has a surprise, and finally waited for the sharp edge. Hey, prepare to play a few times. field?"

Chu Feng did not answer, but only pushed Luo Zhouzhou beside him and said, "Take him to find the best position."

Xiaofeng only noticed that there were other people in the house, and looked at Luo Zhouzhou in surprise.

But although he talks a lot, he is very clever, and he doesn't ask much, he just nodded and agreed.

"Attention, if he loses a piece of hair, I want you to be unable to open the boxing field." The threat in Chu Feng's warning was strong.

Xiaofeng didn't care about his attitude, patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, leave everything to me."

Chu Feng looked at Luo Zhouzhou and said, "You follow Xiaofeng."

"What about you?" Luo Zhouzhou stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve. "I won't go if you don't."

In this unfamiliar fighting arena, he was a little uneasy, and didn't want to leave Chu Feng for half a step.

Chu Feng raised his hand to adjust the position of his mask, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will look for you in a while."

Luo Zhouzhou unwillingly followed Xiaofeng out.

Walking in the long passage, Xiao Feng looked at him from time to time, to see his sweater vest and small leather shoes that were out of place here.

After looking again, he finally couldn't help asking: "Are you a sharp omega? Can he find such a good omega?"

Luo Zhouzhou wanted to say that he was not someone's omega, but the meaning expressed in Xiaofeng's words made him unhappy, and Chu Feng was belittled.

"I'm his omega, he easily found me such a well-behaved omega." Luo Zhouzhou's face was tight.

Xiaofeng glanced at him again, and explained: "I mean, many omegas are crazy about knives, but they are all different from you."

Luo Zhouzhou keenly caught the words in it, and asked vigilantly: "Many? How many?"

Xiaofeng laughed, shaking his shoulders with a smile, and said, "Don't panic, Li Jian will never pay attention to them. Obviously, you are the most special."

"I didn't panic." Luo Zhouzhou said, and he began to chuckle at the most special one, "You also said that I am the most special one."

"Yes, you are indeed the most special one, and the blade is very different to you."

Luo Zhouzhou nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "Why do you call him Sharp Edge?"

Xiaofeng shrugged and said, "Because we are an underground fighting arena, which is not visible, okay? The fighters here don’t use their real names. Everyone knows his name is Sharp Blade. He wears a mask as long as he enters the arena. So many years have passed. I have never seen what he looks like."

It turned out that Chu Feng was a boxer in the underground fighting arena.

Luo Zhouzhou found it incredible. As a military general, why would Chu Feng be a boxer in such an underground fighting arena?

Xiaofeng saw his doubts, and said, "Kiba has been playing here for many years, and I have been with him for many years. When I first saw him, he was a teenager, as thin as a bamboo pole. , And wearing a ridiculous mask."

Xiaofeng held a circle with both hands, compared to the thickness of a bamboo pole, and said, "But the look in his eyes is like a wolf."

He smiled and continued: "At that time, the owner looked down on him and told him to roll, saying that if he was killed, he would throw the corpse. It's troublesome. But he said, if you succeed, let him play on the court. Promise, let him be driven away."

"But do you know what happened afterwards?" Xiaofeng asked.

Luo Zhouzhou nervously asked: "What happened?"

Xiaofeng smacked his lips and said, "The last winner of the night was standing on the ring to celebrate. He emerged from nowhere, got into the ring and challenged others."

"Then, did the winner agree?" Luo Zhouzhou stopped and raised his heart high.

Xiaofeng stood still and said: "He didn't agree at the beginning, and the audience was laughing, thinking it was some kind of funny impromptu show arranged by the boxing field. Kesha's attitude was very firm, and his words were not polite. If he was not excited, he agreed to his challenge."

"Until the fight really started, the audience didn't know that this was true, not a show." Xiaofeng laughed.

"What happened later?" Luo Zhouzhou grabbed the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands.

Xiaofeng glanced at the corner of his clothes and said briefly: "Later, he won, and the owner left him."

After speaking, both of them fell silent and continued to move forward.

Walking through the long passage, I only heard a loud cry from the front.

Luo Zhouzhou didn't need to ask to know, although Xiaofeng lightly said, "He won," but how cruel the fight would be.

One was the winner of the night, and the other was a thin teenager who was just a teenager.

Xiaofeng also fell into the memory.

The fight many years ago is still fresh in his memory.

All the audience held their breath and looked at the two people lying on the ring.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..." The referee said loudly.

In the end, it was the young man who got up tremblingly from the ring.

In the sudden burst of cheers from the audience, he hung his back with his hands down, his face covered with blood, and his mask was dyed red.

Slowly raising his head, there was a fierce light in his swollen eyes...

In that fight, he broke a few ribs and had bleeding in his skull. The defeated opponent had a lighter injury than him, but he couldn't get up and couldn't move while lying down.

But the blade stood up and became the final victor.

"Wolf." Xiaofeng murmured with a smile.

Luo Zhouzhou followed him out of the tunnel, and a large fighting arena appeared in front of him.

The crowds of spectators are screaming frantically, a giant screen projection is hung in the air, and a bright beam of light rotates in the field.

"Let's let, let's go." Thousands of seats in the venue are full, and people are standing in the passage.

Xiaofeng pushed aside the crowd and took Luo Zhouzhou to the middle of the front row to sit down. He took a stool from the work area and sat beside him.

"Each game, there is always a place for friends and family members." Xiaofeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "In the early games of Sharp Blade, relatives and friends were sometimes seated as boys, as big as him. , Also wearing a mask, like his brother, a sturdy alpha."

"But I haven't seen anyone for three or four years, and today this position has not been vacant anymore."

Luo Zhouzhou didn't answer, he thought, Xiaofeng should be Wang Jun.

On the boxing ring directly in front, two people were fisting.

There are no rules in this underground boxing arena, except that you can't use pheromone to suppress it, you can just use your teeth to bite it.

The only rule is to use all means to fight the opponents unable to get up.

It's better to call fighting than fighting.

Fight with fate.

The fight between the two on the ring was nearing the end.

One of them was obviously dying. He didn't have the strength to punch, his head was full of blood, and his facial features were unclear.

His opponent was a sturdy man with a height of two meters, the tall and bulging flesh was shiny.

Luo Zhouzhou was sitting close to the ring. He heard the man begging for mercy from his opponent, and even voluntarily conceded and fell to the ground.

The person on the opposite side laughed and turned around the ring.

Just when Luo Zhouzhou thought the competition was over, he jumped up and down, punching the man begging for mercy in the chest.

Click!

At that moment, Luo Zhouzhou heard the crisp sound of broken bones.

He stood up quickly.

The audience was almost crazy, they were all shouting, "Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!"

The name of the winner was the butcher, and he screamed excitedly at the audience and slapped his chest with his hands.

Several staff members swiftly rushed to the ring and carried the person who knew nothing about life or death.

"Will he die?" Luo Zhouzhou asked Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng said indifferently: "Who knows? After going down, he will be treated, that is, ordinary trauma medicine will be applied. Those who are dead will survive, and they will die if they can't survive."

Luo Zhouzhou's eyes widened, "What if I don't go to the hospital? He was injured so badly."

Xiaofeng wiped his bare head and said, "This boxing field has always been like this. There are countless dead people. Yesterday I drank with you. Tomorrow I will be wrapped in a mortuary bag when I see him. In the corner, ready to throw it out at night."

He glanced at Luo Zhouzhou and said: "You don't have to be shocked or sorry for them. They are all people who live a day, knowing that he might die on stage one day. Look at this butcher, he looks beautiful at the moment. The person folded under his fist must be at least in double digits, but who knows what will happen to him tomorrow?"

"But that person is begging for mercy, the butcher can't beat him again!" Luo Zhouzhou pointed to the butcher on the ring and shouted to Xiao Feng.

His tone was very excited, and his eyes were red.

Xiao Feng was stunned, and said: "It's not a foul to continue fighting after begging for mercy. You don't know that person, so why worry about him.

Luo Zhouzhou stood in a daze when he heard the tsunami-like cries in the field.

He knew the cruelty of the underground boxing arena, but he saw the scene just now, and saw that the living people were beaten to death. Only then did he know the true meaning of the two words cruel.

His emotional excitement at the moment was more of thinking of Chu Feng.

Chu Feng has been playing here for many years, how did he live?

Did he beg for mercy? Are you still getting punched after begging for mercy? After he was carried down, did he put on the wound medicine and threw it into the corner?

When Luo Zhouzhou thought of this, he felt that his heart was gripped tightly by one hand, and it was aching.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are lucky enough to be able to enter the boxing arena today." A host stood on the ring with a microphone in hand, "Because we will be the mysterious gold medalist who disappeared for a while. "

As soon as the host's voice fell, the audience burst into cheers like a landslide and tsunami.

"Knife! Knife! Knife!"

Xiaofeng also raised his hand and shouted sharply, and said excitedly to Luo Zhouzhou: "Look, look at these fanatical followers, you should be proud of your alpha."

Proud?

Luo Zhouzhou stood in place.

No, he was not proud of Chu Feng at all.

He was sad to think of that thin boy, who Xiaofeng described as a boy with a bamboo pole, getting up on this ring again and again, or lying in a pool of blood like the person just now.

Only sad.

The gate of the high platform exit slowly opened, and Chu Feng appeared there amidst the sky-shaking cheers.

He was wearing a black cloak, and his silver mask shone with a bright beam of light hitting him.

Under the mask are cold eyes and thin lips.

Luo Zhou looked up at him for an instant on Monday, watching him slowly walk out of the tunnel, and then turn into the ring.

He took off the cloak and threw it into the hands of the staff. He squatted his upper body, revealing smooth lines and explosive muscles.

When the host reported the name "Blade", the butcher on the ring began to smile.

With the louder and louder shouting for the blade, his expression became more and more violent, and he kept spinning in circles on the ring.

Luo Zhouzhou knew that Chu Feng was going to fight him next, and thinking of the person who didn't know his life just now, he wanted to rush to stop Chu Feng.

Xiaofeng saw his worries and said confidently: "Don't worry, Sharp will win. You have to trust him."

Chu Feng moved his arm and looked towards the audience.

He saw Luo Zhouzhou who was standing at a glance and smiled at him.

That one is confident, with a soothing smile.

The camera captured his every move and zoomed in on the aerial screen.

When the half of the handsome face under the mask smiled, everyone screamed wildly, and the scream knocked over the top of the field.

The butcher had already reached the boiling point of mania, his eyes were scarlet and he stared at Chu Feng, made a gesture of holding his neck with his hand, and he also made a click in his mouth.

Chu Feng did not respond to his provocation.

A gong sounded and the show opened.

The butcher yelled and rushed forward.

Luo Zhouzhou trembled in his heart and clenched his fists.

Chu Feng seemed to have eyes behind his back, and when the butcher was about to approach, he flew sideways and kicked out.

The butcher was huge but flexible, and he abruptly retracted his fist halfway, blocking this foot.

"Bang", there was a dull bang, and both of them backed away half a step.

Then, they collided with each other and launched a stormy fist attack.

The butcher kept roaring and rushed forward again and again.

Chu Feng defended more than offensively. He could avoid but avoid the butcher's powerful fists, and could not avoid blocking.

Luo Zhouzhou held his breath and clasped his hands tightly on his chest. The muffled sound of every fist and foot block seemed to hit his heart.

The butcher's fists have repeatedly failed, and he is obviously more anxious, his roar echoes throughout the field, and the attack is more fierce.

Chu Feng was never impatient, his eyes under the mask only tightly locked the butcher's offensive line, looking calm and calm.

"Hi, hey, take it easy, I don't think you can breathe anymore." Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and shook in front of Luo Zhouzhou's eyes.

Luo Zhouzhou quickly pushed his hand away and said, "Don't block me."

Xiaofeng laughed and said, "Well, don't stop you, but you must remember to breathe."

The audience just wanted to see the intense scene of blood and blood splashing, and began to boo impatiently, and yelled rhythmically: Sharp blade! kill him! Sharp edge! kill him!

Luo Zhouzhou was hissed by someone around Luo Zhouzhou: "Blade, you are really like a mouse today. There is a mouse hidden in the gutter."

Luo Zhouzhou turned around furiously and yelled: "You are a mouse, you only dare to hide in the audience and shout!"

The man was stunned and wanted to reply, but after seeing his silver mask, he only sneered, "It turns out to be a fanatical follower."

"If you call him a mouse again, I'll hit you." Luo Zhouzhou threatened fiercely, his eyes rounded under the mask.

Seeing what the man had to say, he barked his teeth again, "Or bite you to death."

The man was about to laugh when he saw Xiaofeng standing up behind him, swallowed the laughter again, and sat down and stopped talking.

Luo Zhou squinted his eyes and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that he no longer yelled at Chu Feng, he turned his head and continued on the stand.

The butcher's face was convulsed by the shouting. He concentrated his whole body strength on his right hand and slammed it against Chu Feng.

Chu Feng had just finished blocking a kick, his figure still not standing firm. Seeing that the punch was inevitable, the audience screamed in excitement.

There was a hideous smile on the butcher's face, as if victory was in sight. After knocking down the sharp blade, he leaped up again, slammed it down, grabbed his neck and twisted it.

You can hear the crisp sound of the fracture of the neck bone in the hand.

Suddenly, he felt that there was a flower in front of him, his fist was lost, and the sharp blade in front of him was no longer in place, and he could not hold back the offensive and move on.

In a short moment, he felt cold, and only two words came to his mind.

It's over.

"Bang", a kick in the butcher's vest.

He soared into the air and hit the ground heavily with a muffled noise.

He resisted the pain and sat up quickly, with a fist approaching the door in his constricted pupils.

With a click, another fierce blow to the bridge of the nose, blood gushing out.

The butcher stood up and screamed in anger. His eyes were covered by blood and he couldn't see clearly. He only rushed towards the black shadow in front of him.

Chu Feng no longer defended, he launched an offensive.

Like a leopard ready to go, after exhausting the energy of the prey, he finally put away his teasing mind, ready to bite the throat of the prey.

His punches and kicks were full of strength and fell heavily on the butcher. After a while, the butcher just hugged his head, and could no longer fight back.

He took a mouthful of blood, sat on the ground shaky, panting, and said, "I admit defeat."

Chu Feng had already raised his fist and was about to smash his head.

Hearing these words, he took his hands and stood up slowly.

When the audience saw this scene, they were already crazy, crawling on the stools, yelling sharp blades.

Luo Zhouzhou was trembling with excitement. He grabbed Xiaofeng's arm and said incoherently: "He won, he won."

Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I tell you to relax, he will definitely win."

Chu Feng raised his hands, circled the ring, smiled and greeted the audience.

His naked upper body was covered with sweat, glowing with bronze light, and the half of his face under the silver mask was as handsome as a god.

The butcher sat on the ground, looking at him bitterly.

Just when everyone thought that the blade was about to get off the ring, unexpectedly, he suddenly jumped up and then fell.

Kneeling and sitting on the butcher who fell backward, punched him hard in the chest.

After a "bang", there was a crisp sound of rib fracture.

"Four ribs, I will help you return it to the person just now." Chu Feng retracted his hand and said as he approached the butcher's ear.

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