Edge of the Apocalypse

The daytime sunshine was abundant, and it appropriately sprinkled into the studio, making the light brightness just right. It does not lose its brightness, nor does it lose its original color because it is too bright.

A cup of coffee on the table beside the window was floating with a curling fragrance. Smoke rose from the cup, and various patterns naturally appeared in the air, filled with a certain spiritual flavor. One hand picked up the coffee and took a sip. When the dark brown liquid slid into his mouth, his mouth immediately left a fragrance.

Hyderick was in a good mood, especially when the abstract painting on the canvas was about to be completed in three days and eleven hours. The canvas was piled up with bright and colorful pieces of color to create an extremely hierarchical picture, which metaphorized the corrupt and dark hearts behind that beautiful face.

Under Hyderick's ingenious use of colors, only those who drew the Dao in a deep spectrum might be able to see what the oil painting really wanted to express under these large, bright colored chunks.

In any case, Kodorf couldn't tell, and because this son was here, Hyderick felt a little more unhappy. It was like a cup of coffee with a poor grasp of the temperature, adding a hint of bitterness to the strong aroma and ruining the taste of the coffee.

"You've been here for an hour, and you haven't said a word. Dear son, that's not your style." Hyderick left behind another rich brush of colors. He put down the brush and the color plate and walked to the washbasin to wash it.

"I want to deal with Alan." Kodorf finally said.

Hyderick said without turning his head, "I knew you had this idea from the moment the child appeared in the banquet hall. You were like Raynor, but Raynor couldn't hide anything, and you kept it in your heart."

"Things were different this time!" Cordoff gritted his teeth and said, "Father, we can't let Alan continue to grow. You go out of the studio and take a good look, but after coming to Babylon for a year, he'll be fine with Regis and Adele. But now, even Leon of the Williams family has sent him an invitation to autumn hunt. He's just a side branch to the outside world!"

"So what?" Hyderick wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief. "If the Williams don't even know who Alan is, they don't deserve to be in the big family."

'"But father, don't forget. Alan is only a step away from becoming a student of Windsor Belo. You and I both know that if he becomes a student of a female marshal, Alan's worth will rise. Moreover, he and that old man Hughton are learning about the Magic Cube. All of this shows that Alan is a threat to us." Kodorf said in a deep voice.

"I know, so you haven't been dealing with him all this time. Wasn't that poor little fellow your victim, Vincent?" Hyderick said with a smile.

"Things were different this time." Kodorf took a deep breath and said, "I want to kill him, Father. Only the dead pose no threat. He is only a collateral branch now, and if he dies, he will die. Even if Grandpa Thunder is furious, the rules are his own. But if Alan becomes a core member of the family, given the rules of protection of the core members, it will not be easy to deal with him."

Hyderick's smile slowly disappeared and his eyes gradually widened. Suddenly, the spring-like expression on his face disappeared and was replaced by a cold winter wind and snow. "Kodorf, my son, you'd better understand what you're talking about. Now, you're planning to murder your brother?"

"Yes, father." Kodorf looked straight into his father's eyes.

Hyderick's pupils contracted and dilated repeatedly. He turned around and looked out of the window at the sunny world. "Very well, now that you've made your decision, you should be prepared for failure? Look, Kodorf, if you want to do it, do it well. No traces, especially since I don't want to hear my name with you in this matter in the future. "

"If this happens, you should know what will happen."

Kodorf buried his head so that his father wouldn't see the resentment in his eyes. Of course, he knew that if he failed, Hyderick would definitely sacrifice himself in order to protect himself. Even though he was his son, he was not the only son of Hyderick, and Kodorf was not the best.

Within a family, a member of a family. First, it was interest, and secondly, familial affection. If he didn't even know this, Kodorf would have sent Hyderick to the Outer Realm battlefield long ago.

He could only rely on himself!

Just as Kodorf was about to leave the studio, Hyderick suddenly said, "Reina and his father have gone to the Outer Realm battlefield."

"I know."

"You don't know" Hyderick shook his head. "Cordov, sometimes I think you're wasting your time in the wrong place. But since it's your choice, as a father, I can only support you."

"Thank you for everything, father."

Hadley nodded and waved his hand, letting his son leave. After closing the studio door, Kodorf snorted and turned to leave.

This soft snort caused Hyderick to hear everything.

Just as he left the studio and turned a corner of the corridor, Kodorf's combat skill teacher Robert came up to greet him.

"Young Master, is everything going well?" Robert asked.

Kodorf nodded. "Father has no objection. Teacher, you can go ahead and do it. I will arrange a suitable time for you."

Robert's eyes lit up and he didn't say anything. He just nodded heavily.

The universe is chaotic, everything is chaotic, and injustice is the essence of the world. However, in terms of time, it could be considered fair. At least for people, there are only 24 hours a day. No matter who you are, you can only have 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86,400 seconds a day. Even the most powerful people in the world can't keep you for another second.

Time was the same for Alan. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't break a day into two. So Allen always felt that there was not enough time, so when the boy in front of him suggested that he go to the black street with them, Allen had to calculate the cost-effectiveness ratio between the time he lost and the harvest.

Seeing Alan hesitate, the boy by the name of Green said with an exaggerated expression, "Come on, Alan. Can't you let your head rest? Just like that, come with us to Black Street tomorrow night. Hey, there's a slave auction tomorrow night, that's a rare thing to see."

The boys laughed out loud. Alan was sure that they would only be interested in female slaves.

Alan agreed in the end. Just as Greene said, it was time for him to let his head rest. After all, knowledge is never completely explored.

The next night, a taxi drove Allen's half-grown boys to the entrance to Black Street. The taxi drivers had always been reluctant to go deeper into Black Street, so Allen and the others had to walk some distance to the slave auction.

Black Street was naturally not a single street, but a block made up of many complicated alleys, winding streets, and unregulated buildings. The Old Oak Bar that Alan had visited was located on the edge of the block. Today, they revisited the same place and followed Greene and the others through the bar. They walked down a slope and crossed a few more streets before entering the center of Black Street.

In Black Street, almost everything could be done. From slaves to organs, from weapons to drugs, even magical airships could be sold. As for killers, mercenaries, and other businesses, they were also able to make connections in the black streets.

For example, the Old Oak Bar was one of the meeting points.

In the black street, if you casually wander into an abandoned warehouse, it might be the location of the bloody arena. Of course, there could be some kind of dirty party going on. Here, you can find all the things on the dark side of the human heart. There is only one thing that Black Street does not have, and that is nobility.

The Black Street was not completely chaotic. It was more chaotic on the surface, but the underground chambers of commerce maintained order in the chaos. Of course, these underground chambers of commerce had countless connections with the federal government and various large clans. There was no lack of chambers of commerce chaired by a certain family. If there was only chaos and evil, the federal government would have completely wiped it out long ago.

Walking in the dim streets, those dim orange lights, from time to time will bump into a heavy makeup, sexy and enchanting woman; Or a pale-faced addict with his head lowered; Or don't move, killers or mercenaries hiding lethal weapons. Here on Black Street, you never know who you're going to hit in the next moment. This was originally a place where all sorts of sects were taught and all sorts of dragons and snakes were mixed together.

So you need to learn to protect yourself while walking in the black streets.

Allen and the others changed into civilian clothes, each wearing a hat and covering half of their faces. Green seemed to be very familiar with Black Street. He led his companions to an underground garage with ease. The entrance to the garage was actually guarded by sentry posts and barricades, and large patches of tattooed men were walking back and forth with rifles in their hands.

Green stepped forward and chatted with a black man for a while, stuffed a few bills, and pointed at the boys. The black man nodded and whistled. A man with a scarf on his head untied the thick iron chain that sealed the entrance. Greene waved his hand at his companion, and Alan and the others got through the iron chain and entered the underground garage along the slope.

As soon as they arrived at the garage, they felt the temperature rise. Turning around a crossing, one could even see a large number of people. It turned out that the slave auction that Greene mentioned was held in the garage. The boys were extremely excited and had already drilled into a crowded place. Alan could only follow behind them in case he lost himself.

The underground garage was very spacious. Alan could not see that it was opened by several garages, or that it was originally such a large underground space. As for the entrance and exit of the garage, they were just decorative decorations? In short, in this underground space, the so-called slave auction was more like a bazaar!

No recommendation this week, streaking naked. Brothers, give me some motivation, give me some red tickets to stimulate!