There was a crisp sound of the door closing, and a figure wearing a flowing cloud and feathery fabric slowly got out of the car, lowered his head, lit a cigarette for himself, and walked forward slowly.
Nearly three hundred members of the Black Killing Team who were swarming in front of the car moved to both sides at the same time to make way for him. The moment they saw the Liuyun Yuzhi, the members of the Hankawa family seemed to have thought of something, and shock appeared in their eyes.
color!
he is……
The legendary yakuza myth, the leader of the Kansai yakuza team?!
He actually came in person?
Shen Qingzhu held a cigarette in his mouth and walked in front of the gang members. Countless dazzling car lights behind him gave his outline a golden edge. Because of the backlight, the Hanchuan family could not see his face clearly, but his cold and majestic eyes
His eyes are like torches in the darkness, deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.
A cadre of the Hanchuan family calmed down and said coldly:
"Unexpectedly, the leader of the assassination team came to Osaka in person, and even led people to the door of our Hankawa house... I wonder what you mean by this?"
Shen Qingzhu held a cigarette in his mouth. After the hazy smoke, his eyes looked at him indifferently, with no intention of talking to him.
Quiet.
The cadre frowned, "What? The team leader thinks that our Hanchuan family has offended your assassination team? I'm sorry, our Hanchuan family has always done things like this. If there is any offense... it is not us.
The problem."
Shen Qingzhu was still staring at him silently, the pressure in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Behind him, Asakura Ken and Imori Yuu silently took out their weapons.
More than 300 members of the assassination team took out their weapons at the same time, nearly one-third of them were guns. Under the silent atmosphere, there was a fierce murderous intention.
The cadre was a little confused.
Isn't it normal for gangsters to shout harsh words before a fight? Why does the group leader look so fierce and powerful, as if he has some deep grudge against the Hanchuan family?
Didn’t we just come to Osaka and defeat a few small gangs? We didn’t take action against your gangster team either?!
And...where did this gang of assassins get so many guns?!
Not only were there twice as many people as them, but there were also so many weapons. If a fight really broke out, there would be heavy casualties on our side!
"Team leader, we may indeed be at fault for coming to work on your territory without saying hello, but we have never meant to provoke your assassination team. If you have any questions, we can talk slowly. I think there should be something between us.
What misunderstanding..." The cadre swallowed, and cold sweat began to break out on his back.
Shen Qingzhu held the cigarette in his hand, glanced at him lightly, threw the cigarette butt under his feet, and stepped on it hard.
What kind of bird language is this guy talking about?
"Kulus!" (Kill!)
After Shen Qingzhu finished speaking, the members of the assassination team behind him immediately became excited. Those who had guns raised their guns, and those who did not carry machetes and sticks rushed directly into the faces of the Hanchuan family members to greet them!
Gunshots, shouts, and wails echoed one after another on the dead streets. The two groups of men and horses fought together, and the scene suddenly became a mess!
…
Upstairs at the Will-o'-the-Wisp nightclub.
Hanchuan Si looked down at the melee below, his brows furrowed tightly.
"The assassination team... why did they rush over at this time?" He murmured to himself.
"Young Master, our numbers and equipment are far inferior to those of the assassination team. If we continue to fight like this, we will definitely suffer heavy losses." Beside him, another cadre of the Hanchuan family said anxiously, "What should we do?
"
Hanchuanji pondered.
The number of people he brought from Tokyo was not many, and the strength of the small gang members he recruited after coming to Osaka was even more worrying. Coupled with the suppression of weapons, such a group of people could not be the opponent of the gangster group.
However, he actually doesn't care.
He came all the way from Tokyo to Osaka, not to compete with the gang for territory. His only goals were Yuri Kurotetsu's royal blood and the two Fukutsu swords. In fact, all the idiots below would be killed.
It’s no big deal…
However, with fewer manpower, some things are more troublesome to do.
"Mr. Jing went to capture Yuri Kurotetsu's daughter? Did he succeed?" Kankawaji turned around and asked.
The cadre shook his head, "I don't know... A few minutes ago, the men brought by Mr. Jing to arrest people lost contact with us. There is no news at all. We don't know how far they have progressed now..."
"This group of trash." Hanchuanji said coldly.
Seeing the Hanchuan family's manpower shrinking rapidly below, completely suppressed and beaten by the gang members, showing an absolute decline, Hanchuanji's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
He put his palms on the [black rope] around his waist.
He actually doesn't want to use the Fujin Sword unless necessary. He himself is a [Fierce Ghost] prisoner in the eyes of the Oracle. If the power of the Fujin Sword is completely released, it will easily attract the attention of the [Pure Land]. If
If the other party sends an oracle to check the situation, then his situation will be passive...
However, to clear out these ordinary people below, a single blow should be enough, and there is a high probability that they will not be noticed by [Pure Land].
Just as he was about to draw his sword, the window on one side of the room suddenly burst open. Hankawaji turned his head suddenly, and from the corner of his eye he saw a missile with a long flame tail flying rapidly through the air and hitting his face directly.
Hankawaji's pupils suddenly shrank!
boom--!!!
An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the nightclub, and the surrounding houses nearly three hundred meters away were all involved in a sea of fire. Fortunately, the surrounding buildings were also the territory of the Hanchuan family, and innocent residents were not affected.
The loud noise of this explosion directly swept through half of Osaka. All the members of the Hankawa family and the assassination team who were fighting in the streets ahead were stunned. The members of the Hankawa family looked back at the stronghold that had been razed to the ground.
froze on the spot.
What kind of thing explodes with such power?
A fighter plane flew over?!
Someone looked up at the sky. The night sky was completely silent, with no trace of fighter jets at all.
"Kill them!" Takeru Asakura saw that everyone in the Hankawa family was a little confused and shouted immediately!
All the members of the assassination team roared, their morale skyrocketed, and the originally advantageous situation suddenly turned into a one-sided crushing attack. The soldiers and generals of the Hanchuan family were completely in disarray and fled in all directions.
The fire burned violently and thick smoke rose into the sky.
On a tall building several hundred meters away from the explosion point, two figures wearing floral yukata and holding red umbrellas were quietly watching this scene.
Amamiya Haruki couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Lin Qiye and Mumu lying on his back with a ghostly expression.
"What it is?"
"Oh, that's a fighter-mounted heavy missile stored in the military base." Lin Qiye said calmly, "It's a little more powerful than I thought..."