"Boy, do you know what this is?" The person touched his left arm, and a bloodthirsty yet joyful smile appeared on his uncomfortable white face.
He laughed hoarsely, "I tell you, every time I kill someone, I will tattoo his name on my arm. This is my medal, my glory, and the light of my life!"
His eyes and tone became more and more fanatical as he spoke, very much like a perverted murderer.
But there was still no fear in Guan Xingrui's eyes.
He just looked at him calmly, looking at the dense rows of names on his arm, and he found his parents among them.
Just like when they were still alive, his parents' names were always next to each other.
They share the same ideals and pursuits, but they also live a completely scientific geek-like life that may be difficult for outsiders to understand.
He had never heard the two of them exchange a sweet word. The two of them always called each other by name as if they were taking roll call in class. Ordinary families would put a photo of the couple in the house. The one hanging on the wall of their house,
But they are portraits of several physicists who discovered various laws and made countless candidates burst into tears...
His parents often quarreled even at the breakfast table because of different ideas, and would go out angrily and rush to the laboratory to prove to each other that their views were right.
...So because of this, his mother is a hard organizer, but she packs food at a superhuman speed. She can pack breakfast for two people in less than half a minute.
During this time, his father would also pick up the fruits and milk that the two of them would eat throughout the day, and then pick up the breakfast that his mother had just packed.
After that, Dad would transfer both bags to his left hand, stretch out his right hand, and catch Mom's left hand that happened to be stretched out. The two held hands as they had for ten years, looked at each other angrily, and went out.
Putting away his memories, Guan Xingrui's eyes returned to that person.
That man was still standing in front of Guan Xingrui, showing off his status as the number one killer of the Sihai Gang.
He poked Guan Xingrui's shoulder arrogantly, "Boy, why do you challenge my position?"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he flexibly twisted Guan Xingrui's shoulders with his wrists, as if he were manipulating a toy, and lifted him up and waved him in the air.
He has been a top killer who has been famous for many years, but Guan Xingrui is only a twelve-and-a-half-year-old boy who received a normal... no, received a literary and artistic education. He even went to a music school, majoring in piano.
Guan Xingrui had no chance of winning against him. Even if he just wanted to punch this man, his arm would be broken immediately.
A room full of adult men were cheering and cheering, as if they were watching a monkey show.
They obviously don't like Guan Xingrui anymore, and they definitely don't believe his rhetoric that he will become the number one killer. Therefore, they are even less likely to agree to Guan Xingrui's exchange conditions to protect a person.
When Yuan Yuan's parents left, they said that those people would definitely eradicate them, so Yuan Yuan would not have any way to survive.
Just as the killer from the Sihai Gang was about to throw Guan Xingrui to the ground, and just as everything was about to become a foregone conclusion, a sharp dagger suddenly slipped out of Guan Xingrui's sleeve.
A little bit of cold light reflected the bloodthirsty meaning in the killer's eyes.