The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

And all of this was caused by him alone!

A traitor who betrayed the Union Army.

From Beitang Yaori's face, Xing could tell that he had no intention of letting him survive tonight at all.

With a soft snort, Xing extinguished the cigarette and dropped it in the ashtray, and stood up leisurely.

"Sir, please go back if you have nothing to do. I'm sorry, but I don't dare to take your job—uh!!"

The back and waist were firmly held against by a cold and sharp hard object, and the sharp blade was close to his waist. As long as Xing Yi made a slight movement, his body would be cut into two pieces.

Beitang Yaori's speed was even more shocking than what he knew before!

Holding the long knife, Beitang Yaori sneered.

"Don't move around, the so-called scary Scorpio ghost-handed man actually let someone sneak up on him from behind, Xing Yi, have you become weaker?"

"..."

"Xing Yi, remember? The ZF First Army I led before fought against the Foreign Federation Army on Manila Song Island. The opponent didn't use a single bullet or even dispatched a single soldier, while my army was completely The army was wiped out, and no one survived."

"..."

"Just because of a false report, and 2m-bitter mixed into the army's food!"

"...Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Didn't you feel the deepest when you were the youngest? It's not hard to imagine what it's like to see your comrades-in-arms who grew up with you fall in front of you one by one."

"..."

"It is true that my name is Xing Yi, but sir, you are mistaken."

"You are the first guy who can remain calm under my gun."

"..."

"You know, there is a black beast howling in my body all the time, the words to find out the traitor and kill him are always echoing in my mind. You who turn a blind eye to the past and live carefree , it is impossible to understand my feelings.”

puff-

Before Beitang Yaori could finish speaking, Xing Yikong grabbed his knife firmly!

The sharp blade cut through Xing Yi's palm, and the blood splashed drop by drop along the blade on the floor.

"I don't understand what you're saying, but..."

Xing Yi turned his head and looked directly at Beitang Yaori.

"Sir, it's very unpleasant to be treated with such contempt by you!"

thump—

As he said that, Xing Yi clenched his fist with the other hand, and punched the sharp knife hard.

click-

The knife, broken in the middle, split in two.

There was a flash of surprise in Beitang Yaori's eyes——

"do not move!"

Several men in black beside him quickly took out their pistols and pointed them at Xing Yi.

"Hmph, sure enough you're here to mess things up!"

Xing Yi wiped the blood splashed on his face, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"Want to play Hero Xiuer? How about letting me get addicted to being a hero too?"

"..."

"A person who says he directs and acts in the script, but even the actor is so domineering and arbitrary, sir, you have such an arrogant character, no wonder you lost that battle back then. You should really thank that traitor for losing everything. Hundreds of fighters are worth more than losing thousands, tens of thousands of fighters."

Beitang Yaori raised his eyebrows angrily, and clenched his fists.

"Now, the word revenge is no longer popular."

Xing Yi's eyes returned to laziness, he smiled lightly and ignored the cold pistols pointed at him, went directly to the drawer of the desk, took out a roll of gauze, and carefully wrapped it around his palm long wound.