"Lillian!" Ely Spelburg’s face couldn’t help but blush, hurriedly pulled a bath towel, around his waist, such an awkward encounter was really the first time in three hundred years.

Lillian then reacted to cover her eyes, but this action was obviously redundant. Even when she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with Ely Spelburg's most visually shocking scene, which she could not get rid of.

"What are you doing here?" Ely Spelburg asked awkwardly.

"I, I went to bed early, but, just heard you scream, so, come and see you..." Lillian has been incoherent.

Ely Spelburg took her hand over her eyes and pushed her into her own room. "All right, go to bed, I'm going to take a bath."

"Ah ah Brother Ely, I didn't mean to..." Lillian at the moment also couldn’t say what it's like, and she was shamful and annoyed.

"Well, look at it, I don't let you be responsible. Or I 'll see yours later!" Ely Spelburg said, while he closed the door!

"What? You are more or less responsible to me. " Lillian stamped her foot angrily behind the door.

Ely Spelburg fled into the bathroom, while flushing his body, unconsciously remembered the ambiguous scene just now, Lillian that girl, innocent face, puzzled eyes, simply let Ely Spelburg’s pulse beat, especially under the influence of marrow pill, pure body was full of yang qi, that restless feeling simply couldn’t be suppressed.

"Sex is one of the most insurmountable desires in the world," he says. "It's better to release than to block it. When it's time to practice, maybe everything will be all right." Ely Spelburg sat down at the plate, eyes viewed nose, nose viewed mouth, mouth viewed heart, practiced the Mystery Medicine Manual. It took ten full exhalations before the restlessness in the body was suppressed.

The next morning, Lillian saw Ely Spelburg, didn't wait to speak, her small face blushed.

Ely Spelburg smiled, took out a small glass vial, handed it to the front of Lillian, said: "Lillian, for you."

"What is this?" Lillian hurriedly took the past, unplugged a smell, couldn't help but cry, "wow, good fragrance."

"This is a kind of medicine that I made up, it could beautify and nourish the face, Lillian might as well try." Ely Spelburg said.

"Really? Great. Thank you, Brother Ely. " Lillian had a child mind, a gift easily brushed away her embarrassment last night. Just, at this time, she has not realized, Ely Spelburg gave her a precious gift.

Ely Spelburg also didn't explain too much, after sending Lillian to school, returned to the Compassion Clinic.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a special woman, dressed in black leather pants and disheveled short hairstyles, with her wine—red, white face protruding from the front, and a lifelike Hazell tattoo beneath her left eye. The eye is narrow and long, eyelash is very long, always seem to be used to squinting eyes, let the eye have a kind of natural blurred feeling, it is very unique.

A see Ely Spelburg into the door, the woman deflected her head, with those blurred eyes, quickly looked at Ely Spelburg again, no expression on her face.

"What could I do for you, madam?" Ely Spelburg paced to the table, sat down and asked doubtfully.

"Of course I am here to see a doctor." Woman sat opposite Ely Spelburg, stretched out her wrist, the voice turned out to be a sexy hoarse.

Ely Spelburg smiled at the corners of his mouth, but he had no intention of diagnosing the pulse at all. He took a sip of water and said, "I welcome you to see a doctor, but you are not ill at all."

"You know I'm not ill when you don't even take a pulse?" The woman crooked her head, blurred eyes looked at Ely Spelburg, corners of his mouth light smile way.

"Tall and straight, with a ruddy face, shining eyes, and a deep voice. Do you think I should be the doctor if I don't see you ill?" Ely Spelburg held his arms and leaned back in his chair. What Ely Spelburg not said was the woman was clearly a through the fight, experienced life and death of the people, her constitution is to the peak of the people level, faintly has the trend of breaking through the earth level.

The woman smiled, eyes unexpectedly completed two new moon shape, immediately rushed away a lot of sharp feeling: "ha ha, it seems that you have really high medical skills."

The woman said that, stood up, brushed a stack of hundred—dollar bills out of her back pocket, and put them in front of Ely Spelburg. "My name is Hazell," she said, "and I was introduced by Sam Loman. I'd like to ask Doctor Spelburg to pay a home visit. This is a visit fee, regardless of whether it could be cured or not. "

Ely Spelburg looked at it, smiled, also didn't delay, immediately put into the table, also didn't ask what is the disease, followed by Hazell, just out of the door.

Outside the door parked a Harley motorcycle, Hazell took off a helmet, threw to Ely Spelburg.

Ely Spelburg picked it up and put it on his head, a leg on the motorcycle, and put his arm around the waist of the Hazell, where it was not as tender as Lillian, nor as soft as Wanda Schwarz, but it had a flexible elasticity, which felt absolutely good.

Hazell did not mind Ely Spelburg’s action, a kick at the foot, Halley's locomotive whistling, rushed out.

However, the car did not go far, Ely Spelburg patted Hazell, suddenly jumped from the roaring locomotive.

"What's the matter?" Hazell hurriedly brake, and asked.

"Go back! Something's happened in the clinic. " Ely Spelburg ran to the clinic, said with cold voice.

Hazell’s heart thumped, hurriedly turned around the car, galloping back. However, to her surprise, although she added enough horsepower, also couldn’t catch up with the running Ely Spelburg.

She couldn’t see how Ely Spelburg had force, but the speed of the run has reached a horrible point, in Piper Street he left a sneak of remnant shadow, many people on the road, just feel a wind in front of them, then Ely Spelburg has passed by.

All the way back to the Compassion Clinic, the clinic was empty, a slipper of Mike impressively lying in the doorway. A striking piece of white paper was still trembling on the wall opposite the door, and a few bold words of blood on it said, "Cooper Road, No. 2, for your life!"

The three bright red exclamation marks like a hammer hit Ely Spelburg's heart.

Hazell at this time also left the motorcycle, got into the house, saw the bloody message, a pair of blurred eyes slightly narrowed up.

Ely Spelburg said nothing, turned to go out.

"Get in the car!" With a roar of motorcycles, Hazell chased up, and said.

Ely Spelburg glanced at her, rose and fell to Halley's back seat with precision, clasping Hazell's waist tightly.

Halley's locomotive roared in astonishment at the sight of passers—by, and galloped away to No. 2, Cooper Road.

Along the way, the surrounding landscape gradually desolate, unexpectedly they has reached the western suburbs, Hazell’s harley locomotive finally stopped in an abandoned factory. The courtyard was a mess, but still let a person feel a strong sense of awe—inspiring.

Ely Spelburg has jumped down, Hazell also threw the locomotive directly, two people looked at each other, side by side slowly walked to the factory's tall workshop.

As for why the Hazell to follow him here, Ely Spelburg didn't think much, just from her body, Ely Spelburg could feel a sense of justice and renunciation, there is enough, don't have to say anything more. This feeling, Ely Spelburg has decided to accept.

"Gala," two people into the house, the door behind crashed, the workshop was dim.

However, Ely Spelburg also still saw clearly, in the opposite door of a huge machine as high as four or five meters, Mike and Lillian were bound hands, hanging high, head hanging low, facing life and death.

Ely Spelburg's heart was instantly tightened, a gush of anger ascended from the bottom of his heart, since reborn, Ely Spelburg killing means had reduced a lot, but now he saw unarmed father and daughter treated like this, Ely Spelburg could no longer resist, strong intention to kill undisguisedly burst out from the whole body,.

"The Dragon and Tiger Gang, today, I will kill you all!" Ely Spelburg whispered between his teeth.

Hazell eyes narrowed, suddenly stretched out from the waist a bright white iron chain, but at the end of the chain, unexpectedly was a shining scimitar, looked sharp. It was a rare lock knife.

At the same time, more than forty people in black came out of the back of an abandoned car, armed with a machete, each with a venomous expression of resentment on his face, and the surrounded Ely Spelburg and Hazell.

Ely Spelburg eyes one by one swept through the crowd, gradually had a smile. It seems that this time, the Dragon and Tiger gang was all out, he could have a one—time attack, very good!

And beside Hazell had both hands clenched the lock knife, legs sank, one after another, and back together with Ely Spelburg, all the strength undisguised released, like a mother leopard ready to fight, her blurred eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness.

"You're the one who crippled my fellows?" In the crowds, a middle—aged man in his forties, holding a cigar, approached Ely Spelburg, dressed in suit, a glossy back, a moustache on his lips, the whole person looks very deep, but the eyes of the shadow of hostility shows that he at the moment had boundless hate to Ely Spelburg.

"It's me! You must be Ken Holt! " Ely Spelburg was squinting, carefully looked at the number one of dragon and tiger gang, nodded and said.

"Since you have heard of me, you must know that I am the most protective of my fellows. After more than ten years in Piper Street, no one has dared to touch my brothers. You are the first one." Ken Holt stared at Ely Spelburg and waved back.

Immediately, someone pushed three wheelchairs, on which were the three disabled by Ely Spelburg gangsters, Bald Haz’s right hand wrapped in thick gauze, also hanging water, full of hate, he couldn’t wait to tear Ely Spelburg. And the big Brot Puma and the little gangster were drooping head unconsciously.