The riders took off their helmets, revealing their free and unrestrained bright hair colors, ranging from red, orange, blue and white. They unbuttoned their heavy cycling jerseys, revealing even more showy black jackets with copper nails dotted on them.
Parked at the front of the comic store is a modified red Dodge Viper sports car. If the Bugatti Veyron is the top accessory for aristocratic princes to demonstrate their grace and wealth, then the Viper is a ferocious desperado.
This group of people are crazy about the pleasure brought by acceleration, constantly modifying the body and adding nitrogen bottles, and even want to experience the pleasure of disintegrating a sports car at supersonic speed.
"This is what the gangster night looks like!"
Caesar pushed aside the crows and yakshas who were diligently guarding the door of the store with both hands, and whistled lightly, as if he was the young master of the Snake Qiba family.
In the middle of the narrow alley was the burning Ferrari that was constantly emitting thick black smoke. Even the rain could not extinguish the gasoline that was ignited due to the leakage of the fuel tank.
"Let me see, let me see."
Lu Mingfei squeezed out of the door with his thin figure, standing on tiptoes and exposing half of his head behind Yaksha's broad, hunched shoulders.
Dozens of high-power motorcycle headlights illuminated this somewhat bleak rainy night street. Even passers-by who occasionally held umbrellas to return home could avoid the machetes wielded by these delinquent teenagers.
The cars of these bosozokus are far more sophisticated than those of ordinary bosozokus, including Honda CB400, Kawasaki zrx400, Yamaha XJR400, Ducati Monster, etc. Their eyes are fierce, glowing slightly golden in the dark, and they have obviously seen blood.
"The fist is afraid of the young, the stick is afraid of the old wolf."
Chu Zihang's warning voice appeared at the right time.
"This is not like what you would say." Caesar looked back at him and already touched the Desert Eagle on the back of his trench coat.
"I choose to believe in guns."
Lu Mingfei nodded in agreement.
"What is the origin of these people?"
Caesar asked again.
Yuan Zhisheng was already standing beside him with Noda Shou.
Before Young Master Genji could concentrate on his memory, Noda Shou shouted loudly.
"I know them. They are a new force from the Chiyoda district next door, called the Royal Knights of the Church. They are all composed of teenagers aged 18 or 19. Not long ago, they stormed into the headquarters of the Showa Society and hacked Showa to death.
The president and his lover."
"How do you know so clearly?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused. Although this kid looked very arrogant, he was clearly far from the temperament of this group of bosozokus. He probably didn't belong to the same circle.
"Ha, the Noda group has also cooperated with Showa Club on projects."
Noda Hisashi glanced guiltily at Aso Makoto, who was looking out through the glass window. Of course, he could not say that his eldest brother had ever taken him to visit the president of the Showa Society at the dock, and even humbly offered to become the logistics team of the Showa Society.
As long as the boss can support them and their brothers.
As a result, the boss was leaning on the luxurious leather sofa with his legs crossed, and he waved them away before finishing a cigar.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to reach the top of the underworld at such a young age." Lu Mingfei patted him on the shoulder skillfully to encourage him, feeling more and more that he had a successor.
For some reason, Lu Mingfei seemed to see his former self when he saw Noda Hisashi.
While Caesar was observing this group of bosozokus, he was also observing the people in this small shop.
The knights originally heard that there was a gang war in Kabukicho street, and planned to take advantage of the weak underworld power in this place to rob a few stores, and then rushed into a nightclub to find a few waitresses to show off.
However, he was notified at short notice to come and kill an unknown young master of the underworld.
How difficult is this?
They can kill even the leader of the mafia gang Showa-kai at will.
As long as the other party pays the minimum price, they are the best and most ruthless knives. Being a minor in the legal sense means more forgiveness from society, which also means that the knife can be used for a long time without worrying about the blade curling.
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The leading young man has a cunning face, dyed red hair, and a slender scar from the corner of his eyebrow that extends to his right eyelid. This is a medal he once narrowly escaped death and a voucher for 100 million yen.
His name is Mukai Sumi, and he was a member of the Bosozoku that once attacked Genji Heavy Industries. He was actually a ghost of the Inuyama family, and he was the only one of those Bosozoku who survived to receive the reward.
It's a pity that Mukai Sumi still doesn't know the true size of the Snake Qihachi family. He is even unfamiliar with the family where the dragon blood in his body comes from. Even in the battle of Genji Heavy Industries, he has not stood up to Genji.
In front of the living people, they were drowned in the pile of dead people.
After all, the Inuyama family is the family in charge of the custom industry in Tokyo. There are many members of the family who like to have one-night stands. They themselves don't know how many illegitimate children have been secretly born in this city.
Mukai Sumi picked up a faxed photo, glanced at it, and recognized the person in front of him. He was like an ancient pine standing on a high cliff, gloomy and vigorous.
Then he reached out and handed it over, and the photo swirled and fell under the burning flames of the Ferrari and was burned to ashes, just like the rain in this gloomy weather could not extinguish the fire-like anger in the hearts of these teenagers.
Mukai Sumi waved his hand forward again, and the group of tiger-and-wolf-like bosozokus behind him began to scream arrogantly and come in like a tide with machetes and steel pipes in their hands.
"Mad, you're going to do it anyway." Lu Mingfei hadn't changed from just watching the excitement. Who knew that this group of people were actually coming for him.
"Protect the lady, now is a man's battlefield."
Caesar drew out two gold-plated Desert Eagles.
"Norma, show me the escape route near the Rihao Manga House." Caesar hung up the headset and looked at the store sign before asking, but Norma didn't answer, and the connection indicator light in the headset kept flashing.
Soon he had the answer. The warm dim lights of the entire store were extinguished, and the entire street fell into a power outage, just like a small area of the bustling night Tokyo that was plunged into darkness that made it impossible to see even one's fingers.
They were stuck in a small comic shop, and the high-power car lights on the opposite side were all turned off after being directed towards them. The real night had fallen, and it was unclear whether there would be another morning.
"Gentlemen, what should we do?"
Aso was the most panicked at the moment. She had never seen such a scene before. The howling outside was like evil spirits having a carnival.
"Don't be afraid, follow me closely, I will protect you."
Noda Shou tightened his grip on the baseball bat. He couldn't even see where it was exactly, but he immediately spoke out to comfort him, even though his legs were still shaking unconsciously.
He was aware of the terror of this group of bosozokus. He heard that the aloof leader of the Showa Society was like rotten flesh when he died, and not even his intact body parts could be found.
This group of people cannot simply be described as brutal. They are more like beasts, with no moral concepts in modern society in their minds.
After the crackling explosion, Zhen was so frightened that he bent over and hid his tall body tremblingly behind the counter. Someone fired, but it was not Caesar, but the sound of a shotgun shattering a large piece of glass in the store.
And in the night, which cannot be seen from the street, behind Sumi Mukai, there is a young man who has not taken off his cycling clothes. He is humming softly and freely in the falling cool rain, with the sky reflected in the helmet visor.