Everyone immediately understood that these men were gangsters, and a large number of gangsters flocked into the game hall. These men in black suits stood shoulder to shoulder, crowded but orderly, no one robbed the way or dragged it behind, and there was a large area of ​​death like black.

At this moment, nearly 100 cars in front and behind the game hall blocked the road. Men with guns and live ammunition or carrying long swords stood in the shadows. No one dared to approach this famous game hall in Tokyo, even if it was only half a step.

Passers-by ran around and couldn't help but sigh that if you offend the underworld, this game hall is probably over.

A black Hummer off-road vehicle was parked at the front entrance of the game hall. The young master in a black long windbreaker walked down. The wind lifted his forehead and he was smoking. The cigarette butts illuminated the slender eyes lightly and darkly.

Two black shadows stood beside the young master, one was a crow that looked like a gentle scum, and the other was a burly and strong man wearing a black suit and crocodile leather shoes, code-named Yasha. The young master's temperament was completely different from the crow Yasha. He was handsome and had a little feminine atmosphere, his white skin had a marble-like texture, and his long black windbreaker was also quite exquisite, giving people the feeling of being a young teacher from a certain college. He could not tell that he was a gangster young master.

"Let's go, I want to see which bastard dares to kidnap Ai Riyi!"

The man in black suit guarding outside automatically split a path, and the three of them walked into the game hall with great strides.

Soon, the young master saw the bastard. To be honest, the bastard looks good, and is the kind of appearance that makes people unable to look away at first glance. He was looking at the man in black who broke in curiously, without knowing that he was about to be made into a cement pile. Beside him was Huiliyi with her head down. She knew that she had made a mistake this time.

"Have you turned my sister here and realized that she would become a cement pile?"

The young master stared at the man who abducted Usugi Erie, with a sword-like clear light in his eyes. He had a pair of awesome evil eyes. When faced with such a look, the coward would feel stung by a scorpion.

Therefore, he rarely looks at people in a direct way and does not want the other person to feel uncomfortable because of his eyes, but this time he really can't help it.

"Cement pile?"

Ling Bai had heard of cement piles. It was rumored that after the underworld had killed people, they would pour people into cement piles. There were countless cement piles hidden in Tokyo's high-rise buildings. After they died, they stood silently supporting this magnificent city.

"That depends on your ability..."

The next second, the bright and weird sky-blue eyes suddenly lit up, and the surging power shot into the young master's mind through his eyes. The young master felt that he couldn't help but lean back and dodge. The staring just now seemed to be from a demon from hell!

In front of this stare, the evil eyes collapsed instantly!

Ling Bai naturally knew that the young master in front of him was Shiqi's Bajia Genichi, but this did not mean that he could be at will.

"Young Master!"

The crow and Yasha wanted to help Yuan Zhisheng, but Yuan Zhisheng avoided their support and shook his head. His dazzling golden eyes appeared in an instant.

"You are... a mixed race!"

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to have such power. Yuan Zhisheng subconsciously regarded Ling Bai as a hybrid species, and he was a hybrid species of extremely high level!

What is the purpose of this mixed-race species close to Airiyi?

He misunderstood.

Ling Bai opened his mouth slightly, but felt that there was no need to explain himself. Anyway, in the Dragon Clan plane, humans with extraordinary power are all mixed-race species, and being misunderstood is actually a good thing.

A pair of scorching golden eyes lit up, and all the ordinary people present were "invited" by the Eight Snakes. They could unscrupulously release their bloodline!

The sister was still in the other party's hands, Yuan Zhisheng dared not give orders easily, and Ling Bai had no intention of taking the initiative. The two sides were in a strange confrontation, and the rustling sound of the pen suddenly sounded. It was Hui Liyi, who was writing something on the small notebook with great enthusiasm.

"Ling Bai, this is my brother, he is a good person."

She first showed Ling Bai the things on the notebook, then turned over a page, aiming at Yuan Zhisheng.

"Brother, Ling Bai is a good person."

"Good guy?"

Yuan Zhisheng has long been no innocent boy who is not well-versed in the world. He knows the most extreme evil in the world.

"Let go of Huilii, you don't know what she means!"

Under the pressure of those blue eyes, Yuan Zhisheng shouted in a deep voice.

"The playful girl is always going home, go."

Looking at the helpless Ai Liyi, Ling Bai made a decision for her.

She felt that she should go back if she did something wrong, and she didn't want Ling Bai to face Yuan Zhisheng alone.

After turning back one step and three times, Hui Liyi returned to the side of the Bajia of the Snake Qi. Ling Bai's behavior also weakened the hostility in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes a little. He slowed down and said:

"Go back with us and when we confirm your identity and origin, we will let you go."

"I have never let others dominate life, so let it go. If you make the way out, I will not blame you, how about you?"

Ling Bai slowly approached the Eighth Family of the Snake Qi. Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath. He hadn't met such an arrogant guy in Japan for many years. Even the elites sent by Kassel's headquarters dared not talk to him like this.

Only compulsory measures can be taken!

The ground under his feet was cracking inch, and his whole body rushed towards Ling Bai like a cannonball. The other party had no weapons in his hand, and Yuan Zhisheng also chose to fist naked. This is the pride of the emperor!

"I admit that Odin can't beat it, but you..."

Ling Bai murmured to himself. As the emperor who inherited the bloodline of the White King, Yuan Zhisheng's combat power is at the top among humans. His strength is gathered on his fist. He wants to try the opponent's strength!

"Buzz--"

A sense of weakness suddenly emerged from the body. Yuan Zhisheng fell from mid-air and looked at Ling Bai, who was also surprised not far away.

The invisible domain spread around Ling Bai's side, and a white phantom appeared. As the light spread, the white phantom became more and more solid.

It seemed like a dragon. Yuan Zhisheng could sense the majesty and tyranny of the white phantom, as well as the pair of golden phantoms like lava. Under the gaze of those golden phantoms, Yuan Zhisheng's blood was wailing, as if a minister had met the supreme emperor and could only kneel down and pray.

Not only him, all the people from the Bazi family were frightened by the dragon power of the white phantom. Those with lower bloodlines were even more unconsciously kneeling on their knees, their eyes were dull, and they said something unconsciously.

But there is an exception. Uesugi Erie, who stood foolishly, looking around, wondering why her brother and her tribe suddenly changed.

Then she looked at Ling Bai and saw the white phantom, but she felt close and longing.

"The King's Realm!"

Yuan Zhisheng was unbelievable. According to records, the king's realm can temporarily force others to surrender to the release, but that is limited to the same dragon race and the bloodline is released far beyond the other party!

In other words, Ling Bai in front of him also has the bloodline of the White King, and the bloodline of the White King far exceeds that of the Emperor!

Dissipating the power from the fist, Ling Bai raised his right hand and the ring on his index finger, Bai released a dazzling white light. He did not have any king's realm and white king's bloodline? This is the power of the Spirit of the Word and the Oracle!

Word Spirit·Organ, serial number 121, the highest known sequence word spirit in humans.

The oracle is the unique spoken spirit of the White Emperor, and its function is to remove the black emperor's spoken spirit of the Emperor.

In addition to this main function, it can also resonate with the descendants of the dragon species issued by the oracle. In short, in a sentence:

Oppression of the rebels, gift of the obedients!
Chapter completed!