C199

"I've said it before, I won't let you die so easily. Since that vampire is about to die, it's definitely better to let you live through this pain than to kill you."

Longyan sipped his tea, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Bang."

Qing'er flipped over the tea set on the table. Hot tea flowed down the tatami to the ground.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you, kill you …"

Qing'er madly beat up Long Yan. She couldn't do it. She couldn't do it to someone who didn't want to resist. She couldn't do it.

"You can make a move. Take out your gun and shoot down here. You will get your revenge."

Long Yan held Qing'er's hand and pointed to his own heart.

In his eyes, there was an extremely confident calmness, as if he had already expected that Qing Er wouldn't be able to do it.

"You're vicious, you're evil, you're the worst scoundrel in the world."

Qing'er looked at his devilish face, her hand hanging down powerlessly.

He first approached her as a teacher and friend, but he repeatedly emphasized that he was the enemy. He loosened her guard. Even though he was the killer, she couldn't.

"That's what I was hoping for, Qing'er. In this world, humans and humans are of the same species. You and that vampire are not of the same species."

Long Yan's hand changed to Qing Er's lower stool, and with one hand he forcefully grabbed her waist, making her kneel in front of his knees.

"Dragon Flame, I hate you. One day, I will kill you."

Qing'er grabbed onto Long Yan's hand and pulled him away from her lower jaw, her eyes filled with hatred.

"You can't kill me. You know very well that you're too emotional. Friend, you can't do it. Lover, you can't do it. Teacher, you can't do it either."

The corner of Long Yan's lips curled up. That charming smile of his was even more insolent.

"Let me go, I'll kill you now."

Qing'er reached out her hand, but was controlled by the dragon flames.

She was very clear that this man's martial arts were stronger than hers. If she wanted to defeat him, she could only rely on her skill and scheming.

"Qing Er, I gave you a chance. You gave it up, and now you've already lost it."

Long Yan clasped Qing'er's hands behind her back and pressed her head against him.

Qing'er only saw his devilish smile on her face, and her rosy lips were filled with evil.

"Let me go, we'll fight fairly."

Qing'er's breath quickened as she realized that she had fallen into a gorgeous trap, a perfect disguise.

This Dragon Flame was a demon. He had all sorts of disguises, but she had never seen through him.

"Sure, but we have to change the location."

Long Yan's charming smile was pressed against Qing Er's face, his evil lips were pressed against her scorching, hateful cherry red face.

"Scram..." "Ugh …"

The word 'scram' was swallowed up by the dragon flames. These tender red lips shouldn't be tasted by a non-human. Such a beautiful little thing should belong to him.

Angels always belonged to the Fiends.

Long Yan pressed Qing'er against his chest, this posture guaranteed that Qing'er would not be able to retaliate.

She was an angel in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the dragon flames, she was now his slave. She was kneeling in front of his knees, being ravaged by him.

"Ugh …"

Qing Er wanted to leave, but the big hand on her waist was hidden behind her head, tightly pressing down on the back of her head. That evil mouth of hers pried open her white teeth, her kiss was stolen by a demon like this.

She hated him. She hated him so much, but her body couldn't do anything. Her legs were numb.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her. She shouldn't have been subdued so easily. It was all because she was too gullible, hateful …

When that disgusting soft body entered her mouth, Qing'er's mind rumbled. All of the hatred in her heart instantly exploded forth, and she fiercely bit down on it.

Long Yan's big hand immediately grabbed her jaw.

Looking at her bloody lips, Qing'er finally revealed a faint smile.

Long Yan, if I had a gun in my hand now, I would shoot a bullet into your chest without hesitation.

This was the first time Qing Er hated someone so much.

Long Yan was indeed the son of the Holy Man of the Big Island. They were equally ruthless and sinister, but the dragon flame had a bit more cunning than before.

"Do you hate me? That's right, love in this world is too cute. The feeling of hate is more real. "

Long Yan laughed, his hand touching the blood on his upper lip, and once again smeared it on Qing Er's lips in disgust.

Qing'er really wanted to bite off that disgusting finger, but her hands were restrained and her legs couldn't free them. In the first round, she lost to this demon.

"Young master, all the hall masters are here. The meeting time is in ten minutes."

Just as Qing Er's fiery eyes were about to turn the dragon flame into ashes, the door on the left opened. The respectful female voice carried no trace of emotion.

"Get down."

Just the word 'cold' was enough to show the power and status of the dragon flames.

She was his bargaining chip today, a chip to sit in Japan's biggest underworld.

He needed the identity of the leader of the Shankou crew, needed everything that this identity represented, and he liked to give orders.

Under his leadership, the Shankou Group would definitely reach its peak.

The Mafia, the apocalyptic mafia that was about to fall, would never shine again. The boy called Joseph was no match for him.

Whether it was in terms of the underworld or in terms of relationships, that kid would always be a loser.

But he wouldn't, he would do anything, he wanted everything, including women.

Wen Qing. This name had already been engraved in his mind ten years ago. Who could clearly describe the feelings of love and hate?

As long as she was by his side, she belonged to him alone.

"You've already planned it out."

At this moment, Qing Er finally realized that she had lost.

Her selfishness had succeeded in his scheme, and her soft-heartedness had achieved his viciousness.

Would she be able to escape from this demonic man?

After the woman left, Long Yan stood up, but his hands still did not let Qing'Er go.

"Now you know how childish you are, right? This world belongs to men. In the end, you are only fit to be behind them, little angel."

This was the first time that the dragon flame had used the word 'angel' in front of Qing'Er.

"Dragon Flame, you will get your retribution."

Qing'er bit her lips, unwilling to admit defeat.

"I know, you are my retribution. Little Angel, you have accomplished my task. Let's go meet the group you destroyed ten years ago."

Long Yan let go of Qing'er. They were both smart people, and he knew that Qing'er wouldn't needlessly resist.

Qing'er didn't resist, just as he had expected.

In a situation where he knew he wasn't a match, he would be stupid if he tried to resist.

Qing'er didn't want to die yet. She hadn't seen Lance leave the forbidden area alive yet. She hadn't told Lance that she loved him very much, so she wasn't stupid enough to resist.

The third floor of this Japanese style house was basically a room, or perhaps a meeting room. There were already many people seated inside. There were young, old, men, and women.

With a quick glance, Qing'er understood that these people were the heads of the various groups in Yamaguchi. She had seen some of them in the FBI files.

"Young master."

Everyone turned to look at Qing Er. After a few seconds of looking, they all stood up and respectfully bowed to Long Yan.

"Everyone, sit down. I believe many of you have an impression of this young lady. Although it has been ten years, she was once a nightmare for our Shankou crew."

Long Yan sat down, but Qing'er didn't want to sit.

She was Chinese and if she wanted to sit on a chair, she wouldn't be as despicable as them.

"I will also become your nightmare. One day, I will go to the mountain entrance and turn into ashes."

Qing'er stubbornly refused to admit defeat.

Today, she had been soft-hearted for a while, but there wouldn't be a next time. She would definitely kill Long Yan with her own hands.

"Young Lord, why didn't you kill this woman?"

Hearing Qing'Er's words, someone immediately stood up and said.

"This is still not the time. What's more, she is a rare genius. It would be better to let her be used by us than to kill her."

Dragonflame said calmly.

Perhaps it was because of Qing'er's presence, or perhaps they had already agreed that today was the day to witness.

This meeting didn't last long, at most half an hour, but it changed the flames in half an hour.

In the past half hour, Long Yan had impressively become the leader of Mountain Gate.

Watching everyone leave, Qing'er felt nothing but disdain in her heart.

Today, she had finally seen the shamelessness of Long Yan. He had done something improper, and he had used a trick to trick her into coming over.

"Do you feel empty now?"

Qing'er laughed coldly as she looked at the seemingly lost expression on Long Yan's face.

"A bit. I always thought that this group leader from the pass was very difficult, but now, I've discovered that it's actually this easy. There's no challenge at all."

Long Yan didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled at Qing'er.

"That's because you obtained it using a despicable method. Dragon Flame, it's still too late for you to return now."

Qing'er looked at Long Yan with a trace of hope in her heart.

"Do you think it's possible that I've spent ten years of my life trying to get this position? Little Angel, the biggest challenge is you. "

Long Yan's body, his hand stroking Qing Er's face. His eyes, which were as black as the silent night, emitted a light like the stars.

"Let's go. I'll take you to see your room."

The corner of Long Yan's mouth curved into an even stranger smile.

It was like waiting for a prey to enter a cage.

There wasn't much change on Qing Er's face. She had already accepted it.

But she wouldn't give up. She would make Long Yan pay double the price. These three words had already been engraved in her heart.

"It's here, little angel. This is something I made specially for you. Although it isn't made of gold, it is definitely more expensive than gold."

Long Yan brought Qing'er back to the second floor. From the outside, this room didn't look anything special.

"That's a computer. I know you like it the most, but unfortunately, you can play solo games or design all sorts of programs. The only drawback is that you can't contact the outside world. This house doesn't receive any signals."

Long Yan smiled with pride. The building of this room was even more advanced than this one. There was a modern world here, but it was impossible to have modern communication.

After being locked in the room by the dragon flame, Qing'er didn't say anything. Although she knew that the room was like a cage, she definitely wasn't the caged bird.

He could imprison her for a day, but he would definitely imprison her for only a few days. She didn't believe that the dragon flames wouldn't leave right now.

When she was imprisoned in Spain, if she could leave, she could also leave here.

Qing'er was very calm. He played games according to Long Yan's plan.

Although it was very illusory, many of its movements were very practical.

Although this room blocked all signals from the outside, it could not block the information of this room.

It was impossible for Long Yan to stay here 24 hours a day. He must have a lot of things to do as soon as he took over the group.

Most of those who stayed were the women beside him.

Day after day, it had been a week. Lance should be coming out soon too, so she had to go out. She couldn't stay here any longer and wait for Lance to deliver his to him.

At midnight, this room was exceptionally quiet. She knew that Long Yan was here today, and if she guessed correctly, he should be sleeping next door, conveniently monitoring her.

Looking at the monitoring settings in every corner, Qing Er smiled. Although this room was like an iron bucket, they had forgotten about one place.

Qing'er took the clothes into the bathroom.

He opened the shower and heard the sound of water splashing.

She took a deep breath, stood on the tub, and punched the waterproof layer above.

Although she had never stayed in Japan, she knew that these houses had layers on them, just as Chinese buildings like to hang.

Although there were some sounds, the splashing sounds of the water dispelled them.

With the support of his two hands, he reached the top. It was just that this board was a bit thin, and if one wasn't careful, they would fall down.

Fortunately, she was always aware of her weight, so she could not be considered fat.

The air was cool, but the space was small, because the lights in the room were on, and Qing'er could see some light.