Murakami Kikumaru curled up, his hands deeply inserted into the thick and messy hair, twisting his eyebrows together, and recalling painfully the scene when he promised to join the purple kirin.

At that time, Murakami Kikumaru was not stupid. He knew that pies would not fall from the sky. Death Deeds existed only in the underworld. Those people must have bad intentions, and the business they do must be shameful.

But he had no choice. He either had no money to cure his illness. He was exposed for murder. He was then sent to prison. His family, property, and dignity disappeared in an instant. Or he did things for them and pretended that nothing had happened. The sun rose as usual, and everything was as usual. Grandma also had money to cure his illness. But he just changed his job. It could even be said to the outside world that it was a more decent and more profitable job.

However, he also knew how deep the water in this industry was. To a certain extent, the safety of his family was in the hands of the other party, and his life was also dispensable. He dared not have any disloyalty, dared not have any rebellion, and was timid and lived in a sewer.

He knew that he was taking risks, but he might be involved one day. Just like today, Kikumaru Murakami had actually expected that this day would come. He killed a lot of people and must have a lot of hatred.

Since Murakami Kikumaru signed the death contract, he was ready to realize that he would not be able to open his mouth even if he was dismantled. However, the other party was too cruel, so he was too cruel. They actually found their home in Nikko and dug out the bonds in their hearts. In this way, he had no reason to keep silent. He felt bitter on his tongue, but his heart gradually calmed down.

"Tell me, as long as you explain everything, we will save your family for you. Zi Qilin has no time to do it, but if you continue to be obsessed with it, then I am really patient and don't mind killing. None of your family can escape." Long Junchen rubbed his hands and looked at the trembling Kikumaru Murakami with a torch, but his heart was a little ups and downs. This dirty move was Long Junchen's last trump card. If he could not break through this person's heart, then their long efforts would be in vain.

"I said, I said, I will tell you all. Zi Qilin is a Japanese spy agency and is directly affiliated with the Japanese royal family. It is very hidden. Ordinary people don't know that there is such an organization in Japan. The job they take, that is, the tasks assigned by the superiors, are mostly killing people and robbing people, but as for why they want to kill this person, we don't know at all. We just obey orders and absolutely obey orders." This time, Kikumaru Murakami never concealed it again, and exposed the so-called mysterious background of Zi Qilin.

Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er looked at each other, and their pupils shrank. So that's it! It turned out that this purple Qilin had a collusion with the Japanese royal family!

No wonder this organization can mobilize such a huge resource, no wonder this organization has such terrifying control, no wonder this organization will try every means to attack Long Junchen, no wonder this organization can master so much information in every detail.

If it is linked to the Eastern National Government, it is not surprising that it can have such transcendent ability. It seems that the organization has already grasped Long Junchen's identity and already knows the latter's status in MI6. If it is taken so decisively and resolutely, it would not be an exaggeration to take action at the national level.

Long Junchen slowly sipped his cigarette, feeling a sense of depression in his chest. This Grand Governor was indeed not a glorious character. Unexpectedly, before he "abuses power", he was targeted by someone with intention, becoming a scapegoat, and a focus point for those open and secret arrows.

I just don’t know who spread the news. In addition, my whereabouts were clearly grasped by my opponent, Long Junchen dared to make a clear determination that there must be an insider within the MI6 Department, but as for who this insider is, I can only wait for this matter and settle the score in the autumn.

"Then the following question, Qian Feng, where is Qian Feng?" Long Junchen took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, patted Ning Feng'er on the shoulder, and asked her to put away the golden dagger.

"Crow Mansion, I really don't know anything else." Murakami Kikumaru said very neatly, but after he answered, he found that no one replied in the dark and cramped space. He thought that the person who was asking seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer, so he raised his legs and wanted to leave, so he rolled over and stopped him with his body, and said crying: "Second masters, I really only know this, the others are internal secrets. External personnel like me can only know this information. I am only responsible for killing and killing people. I really don't know anything about the rest. Please, I must let my wife and daughter..."

"Okay, I understand. What about you, let's stay here first." Long Junchen took the last sip of cigarette and stepped on the cigarette butt on his feet. Long Junchen and Ning Feng'er exchanged glances in the cold room. Long Junchen reached out and patted Murakami Kikumaru on the shoulder, leaving a sentence, "Good night, rest."

Then, he stopped talking nonsense with Murakami Kikumaru and walked out one after another.

Long Junchen walked out of the cramped room, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and reignited a cigarette. The atmosphere inside was too depressing, especially Long Junchen had to play the role of a cannibal boss, which made Long Junchen very uncomfortable, although in Ning Fenger's opinion, this was simply a true performance.

"This purple kirin has something to do with the Japanese royal family, so it's not surprising that this is the case. It seems that all their actions are aimless, including spared no effort to deal with us and designing us with such a complex situation. If all their actions are put on the national level, it would be no big deal." Ning Feng'er checked the door inside and out several times, and was sure that Kikumaru Murakami would not let Murakami slip out, and then said in a deep voice to Long Junchen beside him.

"Well, this purple qilin..." Long Junchen smiled relaxedly, and was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang. He lowered his voice and walked away a little. He answered the phone. After hearing a few words, Long Junchen's face changed. His originally relaxed smile suddenly froze there as if it was frozen.

"Grandmaster, the situation here is not very optimistic. The Crow Mansion seems to have realized something. Their management is too strict and they have to grasp the movements of every killer at any time. The tracker on Murakami Kikumaru suddenly lost contact, and they immediately began to contact him. And now, he has disappeared for so long, and most of these people have noticed it. If we want to take action, we must hurry up!" Zhang Fengmo's tone was quick, reporting the situation like a continuous cannon...
Chapter completed!