"You...who are you, and what the hell is this."
Perhaps because the visitor appeared too strange, and the environment was remote and dark, Fujiwara lost the composure he had cultivated over a long period of time, and asked tentatively with a trembling tone in his voice.
"There are fierce ghosts and kings."
The old male voice made Fujiwara's nervous mood inexplicably soothed, and his expression gradually returned to normal.
"Is this poison that can kill people? Didn't I say you can't do it yourself? Otherwise, what else would you do?"
The man roared with anger. The destruction of the Paradise Pavilion made him realize that these guys hiding in the dark were not omnipotent, so his words naturally lost some awe.
However, the visitor was not angry, he just smiled softly.
"No, it is for you. It is the key that can bring you new life. It is the source of strength and the authority of the gods!"
The visitor suddenly became excited and excited, and he was also looking forward to the day when he would use the body of a god to hold all the power in the world, and then rule the world!
Fujiwara looked at this mysterious visitor who was gradually going crazy, but did not have a good empathy with him. He only felt that he needed to go to a mental hospital for treatment.
"Inuyama Ji, have you forgotten your original origin?"
The old man's ordinary words were like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, causing the man's originally calm face to suddenly become ferocious and furious.
"This is right, this is what a ghost should look like." Wang Jiang's hoarse laughter sounded from under his mask, and he had no awareness that he was irritating a ferocious beast.
Nori Fujiwara, or Nori Inuyama. He has never been an ordinary person. Otherwise, he would not have been able to fully understand the rules of the financial field and speculate in the securities market just by relying on a few scattered conversations while brushing leather shoes on the streets of Tokyo.
Stocks can rise if you buy futures.
He is a mixed race, a mixed race born after his father, a ghost (the collective name of the eight Sheqi families for high-risk hybrids with out-of-control bloodlines), insulted his mother.
People in the Inuyama family have never known the existence of Inuyama Ji, because he has not revealed the power of dragon blood until now. When he was six years old, his mother died of depression, and Inuyama Ji became an orphan.
He hated his father because he gave birth to him just because he gave birth to his animalistic desires. Although his father was controlled by the Inuyama family and disappeared.
So he specifically asked the name of the first customer who came to his business, and then changed his surname to Fujiwara, abandoning that painful childhood memory for more than thirty years.
"But how did he know?"
The man looked at the mysterious visitor in front of him, feeling angry and confused.
"You have been bound by the ugly rules set by humans for too long. Go ahead and show your anger to the world, vent the pain you have suffered, and let everyone tremble under your feet!"
The tall man suddenly shook his arms, and the sleeves of his plain white hunting coat hung down like a soul-calling flag at a memorial ceremony. His voice was majestic and solemn, as if he was conveying an order from the gods.
"Neuropathy!"
The man cursed in a low voice, pushed the general away, and once again stumbled into the dense forest and ran away like crazy, as if something behind him was constantly chasing him.
The king wearing a white mask still stood in the same posture, and the colorful and dreamy potion in his hand had disappeared.
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Next day, early morning
Genji Heavy Industries Building
The building wrapped in iron-black glass curtain wall looks particularly abrupt among the elegant gray buildings, like a giant iron monument connecting the sky and the earth.
Long and narrow viaducts snake like snakes in the sky around the building, and some even pass directly through the belly of the skyscraper.
Countless vehicles pass through it every day. One of its floors is completely hollow, supported only by load-bearing columns.
Building 30th floor, Strategy Department
Unlike other floors where clerical workers in suits were walking around in a hurry, the pace on this floor was obviously much slower.
The elderly people, wearing hakama kimonos with black patterns, knelt quietly on the tatami, drinking tea and looking out through the clear and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.
The traffic that keeps going back and forth below is as small as a swarm of ants. The old people can see countless towering buildings in the distance at a glance. Of course, they are more than dwarfed by the behemoth of Genji Heavy Industries.
"Children, come and sit."
One of them, an old man with a strong and majestic appearance and gray hair, waved his hand cordially.
At this moment, the only handsome young man in the Strategy Department bent down and sat upright on the tatami opposite, waiting for everyone to speak.
"Receiving the latest news from the Ministry of Information, the Paradise Hall set up by fierce ghosts in the mountains of Osaka was destroyed last night."
The old man handed over a stack of photos. Seeing with your own eyes can often explain everything best, but words seem so pale.
Yuan Zhisheng took it. In the top picture, a large wooden casino with a steel frame was burning with blazing flames, like a world-destroying red lotus blooming in the mountains.
This is a picture taken from a distance when the police arrived. No one was killed in the fire, even the kidnapped girl was rescued without falling to the ground.
In the photo below, there are men in black suits lying on the ground in a mess. Their chests are stained with scarlet blood, their faces are painful, and they are wailing miserably. Some of them are degenerate hybrids.
Although the rating is not high, it may cause them with high physical fitness to fall down in an instant. Even if Yuan Zhisheng personally takes action, it will take some effort.
Quickly browsing through each page, they were all scenes inside the Kukakukan. This organization that was arrogant and domineering in Japan and caused headaches to the eight Sheqi families has now suffered heavy losses. And the murderer is just one person?
"At 21:00 last night, an organization issued a wanted order for the leaders of the fierce ghosts through the dark network. The leader Wang will offer a reward worth 50 billion yen in Bitcoin. The Tokyo Police Department also received reports from the public and was informed
The forces belonging to the Fierce Ghosts have been purged," the old man said.
"At the same time, a mysterious strong man wearing a ferocious ghost face and black silver armor visited the Paradise Pavilion, and picked off the entire Paradise Pavilion with one shot."
The old man handed over another photo alone.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This photo is still blurry even after being processed with post-processing filters using PS technology. This is a gambler hiding under the gambling table and taking great risks.
It was taken with a mobile phone and used as evidence at the scene by the police, and then fell into the hands of the family.
It can be seen that he was very nervous at the time, and his shaking hands made it difficult to focus.
In the picture, a silver-white armored figure is raising a spear filled with arcs of electricity in his hand. The ferocious red ghost's eyes are blazing white, and his body is gorgeous and slender. He is like a demon.
"Strong thunders such as the Word Spirit Indra or the Word Spirit Cang Lei Dominate belong to the Word Spirit. Some bystanders described the scene and said that his eyes seemed to be burned by the bright electric light.
If you are blind, you cannot look directly."
"Indra who took away the sun's light."
Yuan Zhisheng stared at the photo, feeling a little absent-minded. He always felt that the indifferent eyes of this guy hidden under the ghost face were familiar. This was a keen intuition that had no reason.
"This accident involved many ordinary people, but we have spent a lot of effort to continue to hide the fact that we are mixed-race."
The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly. This guy who appeared out of nowhere has really brought a lot of trouble to our family. Today, the hotlines of more than 400 operators in the hall were all inundated.
"Where were Li Yongyuan and his group at that time?"
Yuan Zhisheng asked, the timing of taking action was too coincidental, it happened to be on the second day after they arrived in Japan.
"Didn't you ask to entertain them?"
The old man's expression condensed and he asked in confusion, but his eyes showed amusement.
The young man's face was slightly frightened. He didn't want to stare at those idiots anymore. The strong aura of idiots would gradually devour him.
Tachibana Masamune quickly stopped teasing, straightened his posture and continued.
"According to the information returned by the Fuma family ninja detective responsible for surveillance, when the ghost-faced warrior appeared in the Kukakukan, the three commissioners of the headquarters were singing and dancing in the Takamagahara nightclub. On a whim, they even gave themselves the nickname Cowherd."
The old man took a sip of tea, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Yuan Zhisheng didn't know how to evaluate the crazy behavior of these idiots. It turned out that the carnival party Caesar mentioned was true. They never intended to establish the prestige of the headquarters commissioners during their visit to Japan. They just regarded it as a pleasant trip.
"When you have time, you might as well invite them over to sit down, drink tea, and discuss friendship. Ignoring friends is not the way we treat guests!"
Tachibana Masamune finally stood up and sighed, patted his shoulder gently and walked out.
"Hai."
Yuan Zhisheng bowed his head and responded.
Regardless of whether it is a cover-up or not, the best way to eliminate it is to know the spirit of each of them.
However, he always felt that his father was a little anxious about this matter. Shouldn't the person standing opposite the fierce ghosts be a friend of the family? Isn't it important to find out which force he belongs to?
Maybe it was his own misunderstanding. Yuan Zhisheng shook off the absurd thoughts in his mind.
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"Round one, Fight!" Early in the morning, the tense and exciting King of Fighters competition started in the VIP suite of the Peninsula Hotel.
Li Yongyuan was wearing casual brown pajamas, sitting cross-legged on a fluffy printed thin felt blanket, holding the game controller in both hands, staring at the display screen of the game console attentively and starting to operate.
The warm sunshine shines in, casting a light golden glow on the spacious and refreshing interior furnishings.
The opponent also woke up early and had high fighting spirit. A set of silky dragon strikes caused Li Yongyuan's health to drop by half in an instant.
It's a pity that he was killed by his "Long" in the end. Li Yongyuan really felt so immersed in playing Street Fighter, as if he was immersed in the scene. He was always able to find gaps in the opponent's defense or explosive energy to take action.
"Has Fengjun come to Japan to play?"
There was a message from Eriyi's PSN opposite.
"Yeah, I feel like there isn't much fun here in Tokyo, except for anime and games."
Li Yongyuan complained.
"How come, Tokyo has the cherry blossoms of Mount Fuji, the pedestrian street of Ginza, Disneyland in Chiba Prefecture, and the tall Tokyo Tower. I heard they are all very good!"
The girl thoughtfully introduced famous tourist attractions to the boy.
"I heard? Have you never been there?"
Li Yongyuan noticed this. How could he have never been to these places as a Tokyoite? Could it be that his family was too poor and couldn't afford it?
"How about I invite you to go and have a look together? Just treat it as a temporary job and the fees will be paid daily." Seeing the other party's silence, Li Longyuan continued to send the message.
After all, he is a friend he made before coming to Tokyo. I will try my best to help him if he can. Mr. Li has always been generous with his wealth and has a reputation as a timely helper.
"good."
After a while, the girl sent a message in response.
"Then let's go to Mount Fuji first! See you at the foot of the mountain at ten o'clock." The boy agreed and walked away for the seventy-kilometer journey.
"Yeah." The girl agreed.
The two silly guys had their own longings, but they ignored that the cherry blossom season on Mount Fuji had already passed in late April. Perhaps, they didn't know it at all.
This chapter has been completed!