At midnight in late autumn, it was dark as if it had been stained with ink, and the dim light of the street corner could not illuminate a place farther away. Only the yellow yellow leaves piled up next to the lamp post by the sanitation workers were wet by a large raindrop of beans. One piece sticks together, like a lot of life gradually withering away, full of loneliness and sadness.

It was pouring rain, the air was damp and cold, and people couldn't help trembling.

The sound of raindrops on the ground makes everything more quiet and lonely.

Under the rainy sky, the outlines of some teenagers became clearer and clearer, and their backs were thin. He walked a little staggered, and the white shirt attached to his body was wet by the rain. There was a faint trace of blood washed down by the rain. The thin and sexy butterfly bone outline was highlighted, and he gently vibrated with his unstable footsteps like a butterfly. The almost transparent shirt on the body easily depicts the slender and symmetrical back of the teenager. The smooth waistline pinches the deep depression of the tail vertebra and is tightened by the belt. It is stuck.

Seeing him walking away from the faint streetlight on the corner of the street, I vaguely felt that there was a tragic and unyielding taste that was incompatible with his age...

In the distance, there was a deafening engine sound and a series of strong lights bursting through the hazy rain drops to a hundred meters in the dark rainy night. I had walked alone in the rain for too long, and my eyes were used to the inevitable dark boy. Slightly squinted by this strong light, his eyes turned sideways to avoid, but in a blink of an eye, the series of white light had come near... It turned out to be four heavy locomotives.

The four locomotives did not stop until they were near, and immediately surrounded the teenagers in a circle. They were very fast. At this speed, the lights almost formed a dense silver-white dazzling aperture, and they were forced to stop. The squint was tighter, strangely, when the cool and beautiful narrow and long eyes narrowed sharply, the depth of the eye turned out to be a terrible killing gas that adults might not have.

Trapped in the encircling circle, the teenager who no longer had a retreat put his left hand into his trouser pocket, and when he took it out again, he was already a revolver with the insurance pulled out.

The four people on the locomotive did not speak, and the teenagers trapped in the field did not speak. The silent rainy night transmitted the sound of the motorcycle far away. The sharp gunshots appeared in the rainy and riotous night. That's trivial...

A locomotive was punctured by bullets, the road was wet and slippery, and it suddenly lost control under the constant turning and rapid driving, and directly slipped out of the guardrail and planted down the mountain.

The juvenile's marksmanship was accurate and fierce, but while he was shooting, the people on the other locomotives suddenly shot... without any fancy movements, the heavy motorcycle was leaning against the juvenile behind him and the baseball bat in his hand was directly ruthless. Knocked hard on the young man's head.

The heavy locomotive that had been circling around the teenager stopped, the bright dangling lights that blocked his sight were turned off, and the man who planted down the mountain came together with the panic-stricken desperation roar and the sound of the explosion of the locomotive. The teenager fell softly on the muddy ground with rain, the warm blood flow down his head was washed away by the heavy rain, and it dribbled farther with the dirty rain...

A man came down from the locomotive and removed the packed needle tube in his hand. The slender and slender needle shone through the dim light of the street corner with the terrible atmosphere of ice and cold.

The man inserted the needle into the juvenile blood vessel skillfully, and calmly pushed the colorless liquid into the pale blue blood vessel.

Then he stood up and waved his hand, even the life of his companion who fell to the bottom of the mountain, regardless of his life, took the other two indifferently and arrogantly away.

Suddenly a northerly wind spread the man's sneering sneer farther...

"How can the godfather's only son? What's so great about the underworld prince? What about this underground emperor? Ning Fei, you are not the same as the one closest to your closest person! When you wake up and lose all your memories, It's not the same as letting you be such an enemy!"

The teenager's beautiful, light-colored thin lips that fell to the ground seemed to squeeze tighter... his long, straight eyelashes struggled unwillingly, but in the end, he still turned his head and completely lost consciousness...