"The sword master is trapped in the mirror world. If he fights with the Oracle at this time, he will definitely be at a disadvantage..."
The moment he heard these words, the yellow-robed Oracle stopped and looked back at the empty wasteland again, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Xiao Jin's expression changed as he stood in front of the window and watched him nervously.
"Did you use lights to hypnotize me when I first walked into this road..." The yellow-robed oracle glanced at the street lamp above his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "What a pity.
...You can confuse my vision and hearing, but you can't confuse my spiritual perception."
After saying that, the yellow-robed oracle took a step forward, a faint yellow light emerged from his right fist, and he slammed into the empty wasteland in front of him!
boom--!!!
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Dozens of cars were speeding along the dark night streets.
Shen Qingzhu sat in the leading car, quietly watching the falling rain outside, as if deep in thought.
Beside him, Kenmasa Asakura, who had gray hair on his temples, couldn't help but look at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of admiration and admiration. He had been in the underworld for so many years and had never seen such a courageous leader.
He personally led people all the way from Kyoto to Osaka and gave them two days to investigate the Hankawa family's deployment. After obtaining the deployment map, he decisively attacked and personally participated in the battle, killing the legendary young man of the Hankawa family with two shots.
Head of the house.
As soon as the young head of the family died, most of the Hankawa family in Tokyo basically collapsed. The current old head of the family was seriously ill and couldn't make any trouble at all. Next, their gang's attack on Kanto will be unstoppable!
In just one year, he led the gang to develop from a local gangster in Osaka to a mafia giant that can intimidate the entire Japan. The man sitting next to him is a legend of the mafia!
Shen Qingzhu noticed Asakura Ken's gaze, but did not pay attention to him. Now he was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye taught him in his mind, for fear that he would forget it after a while.
Stab——!!
A sharp brake sound sounded, and everyone in the car jerked forward under the influence of inertia.
Ken Asakura, who almost hit the seat in front of him, yelled: "Asshole! How do you drive? Don't you know how to be more stable?!"
In the driver's seat, the driver swallowed, pointed at the street in front of him, and spoke tremblingly:
"But...but...the oracle is in front!!"
Ken Asakura was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked forward, only to see that the originally smooth traffic had been completely blocked. A car stopped halfway on the road. All the drivers and passengers got out of the car and knelt down beside the vehicle to greet them respectfully.
Looking at the man in red robe walking from the other side of the road.
Not only this car, but all the cars of the gang were blocked here, blocking the road.
"God...oracle..."
The moment he saw the man in red robe, Asakura Ken's angry expression disappeared, replaced by unprecedented fear. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted:
"Get off the bus! Everyone get off the bus! Welcome the Oracle!!"
In fact, without him shouting at all, most of the members of the Black Killing Team quickly got out of the car and knelt down respectfully facing the direction the man in red robe was walking from.
Asakura Ken opened the car door and stepped out in the heavy rain. His eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the red-robed Oracle. This veteran, who had dominated the Osaka underworld for decades and was a senior member of the assassination team, did not hesitate at all.
Kneel down before the oracle.
His forehead was pressed against the ground.
The gang that had just defeated the Hankawa family, killed the Hankawa family, and planned to lead the entire Japanese underworld, was kneeling to the ground respectfully like a tide, and no longer had any anger or arrogance. At this moment, they
No longer tigers, but a group of docile sheep.
Simply because the person kneeling in front of them represents God.
They are indeed underworld, and they do represent evil, but they are also believers in gods, but the gods they believe in are not as gentle as the God of Fortune...
The red-robed oracle's gaze swept over these people lightly, without any emotion in his eyes. In his opinion, these gangsters who were kneeling before them were the same as those ordinary passers-by.
As long as they do not reach the level of [Fierce Ghost], they will not have much impact on the order of the world. The ants' affairs will be left to the ants themselves.
The red-robed oracle's eyes swept around and locked on a certain car, frowning slightly.
At this moment, Asakura Kenya finally realized something. He glanced around with his peripheral vision. After being stunned for a long time, confusion and shock appeared in his eyes:
Where is the team leader?!
Creak, creak——
Rainwater poured on the car window, but was swept away by the fast-moving wiper. Behind the hazy windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, looking at the members of the gang kneeling around him, frowning slightly.
rise.
He opened the car door and walked out slowly.
The black leather shoes stepped on the puddle next to the car, causing ripples. Shen Qingzhu, wearing the flowing clouds and feathers that symbolized the status of the group leader, stood quietly in the rain, staring at the red-robed man who everyone knelt down to worship.
.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Team Leader! Kneel down! That's the Oracle!" Ken Asakura knelt beside Shen Qingzhu and lowered his voice.
Shen Qingzhu just stood there, as if he had not heard Asakura Ken's reminder. In the quiet street, only Shen Qingzhu, wearing a flowing cloud feather fabric, stood face to face with the red-robed oracle.
"You... why don't you kneel down?" The red-robed oracle looked at Shen Qingzhu and said calmly.
Shen Qingzhu looked at him indifferently, as if he had no intention of answering, and his slightly narrowed eyes were extremely sharp.
The red-robed oracle frowned, and a red halo emerged from his left eye, instantly locking onto Shen Qingzhu standing in the rain, as if to identify his identity.
"Facial recognition...retrieving identity code...retrieval failed, no such person found."
The electronic sound echoed in the red-robed Oracle's mind. He was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Are you an intruder?"
No information about him could be found in [Pure Land], which meant that the other party was not Japanese. In addition, the oracle had the "tradition" of not kneeling before the invader, so the red-robed oracle instantly guessed Shen Qingzhu's identity.
identity.
Shen Qingzhu still didn't answer.
He moved his gaze away from the red-robed Oracle and looked at the other members of the Black Killing Group who were kneeling on the ground as respectfully as ants. His face darkened, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
in the rain,
He looked at the Oracle, slowly raised his hand, used the tip of his thumb to lightly trace across the surface of his neck, and made a gesture of wiping his throat with cold eyes...