Chapter 180 Who the hell told you that your brother was dead? !

"Brother..." someone called softly in the darkness.

Brother? What the hell?

Whose child is missing?

No, who would bring their younger brother to work at a gigolo bar?

Is the competition in Japan's sex industry so fierce that the training of gigolos has to start from childhood? "Brother." The child called again.

This is Japan, you should call me Onii-chan.

"Onii-chan...what is that?" The child's voice was a little confused.

This is hard for me to explain to you.

Old Tang felt it was a bit tricky.

He can't take care of children at all.

But after the pretty boy glared at him, he was slow to react and came to a place where it was pitch dark.

He couldn't feel his own body and could only hear a childish voice calling his brother.

Old Tang has lived for more than 20 years, and all his relatives have died long ago. Even the big brother, whom he used to call a joke a few times, was killed by a stray bullet in a gang fight.

So he felt that the "brother" being called was not him.

The only ones who understand Chinese in Gao Tianlang Nightclub are Mingming and Ajing, but Mingming's younger brother is a fat boy, and if Ajing has a brother, he should be a burly man with a smoky voice.

"Brother, are you still there?" The child's voice rang out again, with cautious tentativeness and loneliness, like a baby abandoned in the wilderness.

Old Tang suspected that this little brat had also fallen victim to the murder of the gigolo. Both of them were thrown into this dark place.

"Yes, yes. What's your name? What street and number do you live on? What's your unreliable brother's name? Do you know his phone number? I'll ask someone to take you home later."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up and he felt the existence of his body again.

Old Tang turned over and sat up, and found that he had just been lying on a soft couch in an antique hall. The decoration and furniture in the hall revealed a luxury that he could not even dream of.

He looked down and found that his denim clothes had disappeared. What he was wearing was a white shirt as bright as the moon, with the collar slightly open.

Turning his head, he saw a child in white sitting on the other side of the couch. He was curled up in the corner with his hands on his knees, looking at him with panicked eyes, like a frightened young animal: "Brother, there are a lot of people outside."

His voice was shaking slightly and he looked scared.

But Old Tang pricked up his ears and listened. It was very quiet outside, without even the sound of insects or birds.

He wanted to say, don't be afraid, my brother and his girlfriend, a deadly weapon, are playing games upstairs, and they will rush down to help at the slightest sign of trouble.

But when the words came to his lips, they turned into another sentence: "Maybe you will die? But, Constantine, don't be afraid."

What the hell?

Old Tang was stunned.

How come my mouth has also reached the rebellious stage? Why are you calling me by my nickname for no reason? While he was wondering, he heard the pitiful little boy hugging his knees speaking again:

"Don't be afraid. I'm with my brother. I'm not afraid."

He reached out his hand, grabbed Old Tang's clothes, and looked at him with a half-pleading look:

"Brother, eat me."

"Eat me, and you can break out of any cage."

The expression on his face was very serious, so serious that it seemed as if he would pick up a knife and slice himself into slices in the next second, dip them in mustard and soy sauce, and personally deliver them to Old Tang's mouth.

What a joke! Even though you look clean and fair and could play the young Tang Monk with a shaved head, you are not better than the steamed lamb that Mingming made just now!

My idol is Indiana Jones, not Hannibal Lecter! When Don's adoptive father was still alive, he told him that you can't become a superior person by enduring hardships, but you can become a superior person by eating people.

But after all, he is not the kind of bastard whose conscience has been eaten by dogs, and he is destined not to become a wealthy capitalist and politician.

So he wanted to refuse with righteous indignation.

But the words he said were still insincere: "You are very good food, but it would be too lonely. For thousands of years, only you and I have been together."

What the fuck?! Old Tang stretched out his hand to cover his mouth that didn't obey his command, but he suddenly lost control of his body and could only watch silently like when he entered the CG of the game, unable to interfere.

He listened to himself speaking a long and cool line. Dressed in white, he looked much more aloof than his previous role as a Dead Man in the Wilderness.

He said he would cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag, return to his hometown, and devour the world.

But damn, his wishes weren't that complicated or grand.

Before he met Lu Mingfei, his goal was just to save enough money to retire from the bounty hunting business and live a life without illness or disaster.

After meeting Lu Mingfei, he wanted to have a stable, safe and high-paying job, so that he could quit his job and stay at home playing games with Mingming after saving enough money.

Look, he is just an ordinary person with no ambition. How could he have such an ambition to devour the world, which seems too childish even in Japan.

But no one could hear his complaints. The child in white looked at him expectantly:

"When you raise the battle flag to devour the world, will you eat me?"

Enough!

I've had enough of your devilish family relationships!

Are you a family of cannibals? You always eat each other. Do you know what prions are?

"Yes, then you will rule the world with me!"

Old Tang wanted to roar in frustration, but "he" just nodded gently, with cold and hard majesty in his voice.

Damn it, he actually saw... a happy smile on the face of the child in white. What kind of person would be happy about being eaten by his brother?

Could it be that "Diary of a Madman" is based on you?

Old Tang gritted his teeth and felt his blood boiling.

He forcibly broke free from the restraints that allowed him to enter the CG and not interfere with the progress of the game, and could only watch helplessly. He squeezed out a voice from between his teeth with difficulty:

"Tell me your name and I swear I'll send your brother to prison and make Hannibal his cellmate!"

The smile on the child in white's face did not change when he heard this, and he was still as gentle as ever.

"Brother, I'm Constantine."

He opened his hands around his knees as if he wanted to give a strong hug to his brother who was unaware of the situation.

But when he stretched out his hands, everything around him changed.

The quaint palace was engulfed in flames, and the raging flames burned everything within sight. Old Tang watched helplessly as the magnificent palace was burned to ruins bit by bit.

The palace collapsed, and he saw the raging flames and smoke outside. The city shrouded in fire and despair was wailing, and charred figures were running in the fire. Thousands of arrows fell from the sky and shot down the huge burning plaque. "Baidi" had become purgatory.

Old Tang stared with his eyes wide open, watching the flames ignite the child's white clothes, watching his open hands being locked in thick black shackles, watching his slender body being hung high.

Hanging in the center of the city, on a tall pole where everyone can see it.

It seemed like a grand memorial service. The flames of the entire city were concentrated, burning the child with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

Old Tang's eyes gradually became bloodshot and then colder. The overwhelming anger accumulated in his heart, and was about to turn into a fire big enough to devour the world.

The heart was beating wildly in his chest and it was in severe pain. Every beat felt as if it was cut by thousands of knives. He had felt this kind of pain when his adoptive father passed away. It was like losing an important person.

But he and the child in white were strangers, so why was the pain in his heart thousands of times more intense? He stared with a pair of golden eyes, tears of blood dripping from the corners of his eyes, staring at the child hanging in the air. The flames around him tried to rush over and drown him, but they shrank back the moment they touched him.

The child hanging on the high pole opened his eyes, his gaze was so gentle and innocent.

He was still laughing, trying to comfort the man standing in the flames below:

"Brother, it looks like I can't accompany you to rule the world..."

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Boom——!!! This simple sentence directly detonated Old Tang’s rationality, as if the rage from the wilderness was carrying the boundless flames in the ancient city straight into the sky, as if it was going to burn through the clouds and the sky.

He remembered! He remembered! He had a younger brother! He was the kid's older brother!

"Constantine!"

Old Tang shouted out the name in a low roar, stretched out his hand forward, and extremely rich fire elements gathered in his palm.

There was no need to recite any spell or even speak a word, just a thought and Jun Yan was summoned out.

Surrounded by terrifying high temperatures and raging flames, an attack that could destroy the world is brewing.

At this moment, Old Tang is like an angry king. In order to avenge his brother, he wants to cleanse this filthy land with blood and fire.

And just as the flames named after you erupted, a roar like the thunder of a tiger or leopard exploded in his ears:

"Old Tang, calm down!"

At the same time, his big hand that was opened like a dragon's claw was also grabbed by someone, as if to disperse the gathered Jun Yan.

Old Tang, whose consciousness was already in chaos and who couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality, didn't care who the visitor was. He was determined to avenge his brother and devour the enemy, who was nowhere to be found, with the wrath of a king.

Lu Mingfei looked at Old Tang who suddenly went berserk and had no idea what was going on.

Old Tang's eyes that were as bright as the sun were definitely one of the two most distinctive pairs of golden eyes he had ever seen. The other one was his stinky younger brother Aze who hid himself away and dared not see anyone.

He grabbed Old Tang's hand tightly and used brute force to stop him from detonating the Junyan that had already formed.

As a Junyan player himself, he could feel that the power of this Junyan was far beyond any previous one.

They are now on a busy street. The Takama-ga-hara building is dozens of years old. Once the Junyan erupts, it will be enough to turn this industry in which he has invested 1.5 billion yen and Su Enxi has invested another 2 billion yen into ashes.

Those unlucky gigolos and customers below will all be killed without a single one left, and even the passers-by and shops around them will be implicated.

"Old Tang, calm down. This is our own territory. If you want to bomb it, go somewhere else. I'll take you to bomb the Yasukuni shit pit and the emperor's doghouse later!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Old Tang's wrist with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, forcing his empty, searching eyes to look at him. His already ignited golden pupils met his gaze, reflecting a tearful face: "Look carefully, it's me, Mingming!"

"Mingming?" Old Tang's face was twisted with anger and two lines of tears appeared on it. He stared straight at the nervous young man in front of him, and the strength of the struggle in his hands loosened a little.

Just when Lu Mingfei thought that Old Tang had regained his sanity and the disaster was about to be successfully avoided, Old Tang suddenly roared again, with a bit of blood in his golden eyes: "Mingming, you want me to calm down? My brother is dead! How can you ask me to calm down!

My brother is dead!

My brother is dead! ! My brother is dead! ! ! "

Amid a series of angry roars, the overwhelming pressure like the falling sun was released, the solid wood floor cracked inch by inch, and the paint on the neatly arranged wooden sliding doors peeled off layer by layer.

At the end of the corridor, Kazama Ruri, who was still struggling to escape from this place, was trying to climb the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

He had just climbed four steps online when he noticed a sneaky little head popping up from above. The girl's cute but expressionless face looked down at him with a bit of curiosity.

"It's you?!"

When Fengjian Liuli saw the girl's appearance clearly, her body, which was on the verge of losing control just now, was once again occupied by a soul full of hatred and thirst for revenge. She wanted to spit venom at the innocent girl like a poisonous snake.

However, before he could open his mouth, a majestic force came from behind, like an overloaded, speeding truck running a red light, and rushed towards him recklessly.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang in her mind, and her mental world, which was already overdrawn and suffered backlash, became shaky and completely collapsed. Fengjian Liuli fainted without a sound.

At the staircase on the fourth floor, Eri sensed the powerful aura coming from below, and her eyes subconsciously changed.

However, the next second, Lu Mingfei's roar came from the corridor on the third floor, directly interrupting her transformation.

The girl shrank her head and trotted back to the circular hall.

Sakura seemed angry.

Be obedient and don't make him unhappy again.

"Your brother is dead? Who the hell told you he was dead?"

When Lu Mingfei heard Old Tang suddenly say this without any context, his heart almost stopped.

He was not ready to confess to Old Tang yet, saying that he had a brother who had been lost for many years and whose whereabouts were unknown. They would look for him together after returning home.

Although I don't know where this guy got the news about his brother, he said that Considine was dead, which he absolutely couldn't accept! I have found my girl, everything is going in the right direction, why are you talking to me so depressingly? ! I want a happy ending, not a bad ending!

With a slap, he dispersed the condensed but unexploded Jun Yan, and the violent fire element turned into a scorching gale that washed over the corridor.

"Listen to me, your brother is not dead, he just got separated from you, he is alive and well!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Old Tang's collar with both hands and pulled him in front of him. He roared angrily, forehead to forehead, and his golden eyes were filled with heavy and violent majesty like magma:

"Once we have settled the matter in Japan, I will take you back to China, and we will go together to find Considine! No matter where he is, I swear I will find him back!"

The furious Old Tang met the equally furious Lu Mingfei. After being yelled at by him, the grievance and resentment that he had just lost his brother completely disappeared instantly. He just stared at the boy who called him a brother:

"You didn't lie to me?!"

“When have I ever lied to you?!” Lu Mingfei didn’t even blush. What he said before wasn’t called lying, it was called a white lie!

After getting his promise, the anger in Old Tang's heart gradually subsided, and along with it, a certain great will deep in his brain that was ready to break out of the cage at any time also dissipated.

The young man with messy hair and scowl curled his lips and corrected:

"His name is Constantine, not Constance."

(End of this chapter)