The owner of the claw machine who was exchanging change for tourists came here after hearing the news, and his face was livid when he saw this scene.
are you crazy!
Murayama Ryota, who had a pocket full of coins, followed behind his boss, his expression became a little strange, he walked up to Aiko in three steps and asked about the situation in a low voice.
Listening to Aiko whispering in his ear, Ryota Murayama's facial expression became more and more exciting.
At this moment, many tourists were surrounding him. If the boy who destroyed the claw machine did something violent again, they might help the boss and send him to the Metropolitan Police.
Just when the boss was about to call the enthusiastic police who was unworthy of paying his national taxes, a cashier's check was handed to him.
After seeing the astonishing numbers above, the middle-aged man was shocked at first, and then quickly grinned.
"This claw machine belongs to me."
Li Yongyuan put one hand in his pocket, simply raised his right hand to deliver the check, looked down at the boss who was nodding and bowing, and gave instructions in a calm tone.
"Of course, of course."
The boss didn't feel unhappy at all, nor did he look at the other party with the slightest anger before.
It's normal for rich people to be a bit outrageous! Can this be called mental illness? They are just showing off performance art.
Ryota Murayama was dumbfounded. He looked at his boss's strong figure and the tattoo of a flower snake on his neck, thinking that this couple was going to be in bad luck!
I didn't expect it to be solved so easily.
No, it doesn’t seem to be very simple!
Ryota bitterly broke the coins in his hand.
"Hey, if there's a doll you like, you can come over and choose it."
Suddenly, Ryota Murayama noticed that someone was calling him, although the words were not very polite.
"No need, we can rely on our craftsmanship to make a living." Murayama said firmly.
"Thank you very much." Aiko laughed and came over, bending down to carefully search for the doll she wanted.
When Li Longyuan took Hui Liyi's hand and walked out of Zhongjianshi, a hazy drizzle began to fall in the sky, and the tall towers nearby lit up with colorful lights, illuminating every passerby.
Eriki seems to like this atmosphere very much, holding an ugly Godzilla doll in her hand, with a smile dancing in her moist eyes.
On the way, they also stopped by the supermarket and bought a series of daily necessities such as low-temperature milk, salmon rice balls, women's underwear, socks and even sanitary napkins, filling a large bag full of them.
They look like a young couple who are just getting ready to move in together.
In fact, there aren't many places for the two of them to go. The Sheqihachi family's control over Tokyo is enough for any upscale hotel to upload pictures and documents when it receives guests with matching information.
It is even more of a fantasy to leave Japan by plane or ferry. People may have been surrounded by people from the Snake Qihachi family while waiting at the airport and port terminals.
Li Yongyuan seemed to be wandering around with Eriyi, just to prevent the Snake Qiba family from accurately locating their whereabouts.
What's more, there are Si Yao, Zhou Chen, and Zhao Xi acting as a cover-up.
Judging by the time, they should have reached the eternal hell run by the fierce ghosts.
"I want to hit ten!"
In the glittering gambling hall, the ghost-faced warrior pushed out all the chips in his hand and looked at Sakurai Kogure not far away with his golden eyes.
"What a surprise. We meet again."
The bright-eyed female manager perfectly hid the fear in her heart as she looked at the man who had once attacked the Paradise Hall.
It was still the mysterious silver armor with ancient patterns, and the sharp nine-foot spear, so much so that the security guards in charge of the casino put their hands on the gun bags on their waists, but no one dared to shoot first.
They had heard about or witnessed this man's deeds, which in one fell swoop increased the mortality rate of employees.
"Excuse me, what wish does this guest need to fulfill?"
Sakurai Kogure adjusted her mentality and asked with a smile.
"One of you kidnapped this girl and I want her handed over."
The ghost-faced warrior took out a single photo. In it was a dark red-haired girl standing at the foot of Mount Fuji where the snow had not yet melted. She was wearing a red and white miko uniform.
Given Sakurai Kogure's level, it's still unclear what Eriki's existence means to the Snakekihachi family.
But she could see that this girl was beautiful, but lacked agility in her eyebrows. What she was even more certain of was that this person had never been tied up in the Hell of Eternity.
"The guest was joking. Although eternal hell can fulfill any wish, in a society governed by the rule of law, the money required to kidnap an underage girl is not a price that most gamblers can afford."
Sakurai Kogure said calmly.
"I want to search personally." The ghost-faced soldier just tightened his grip on the spear, and the security guards around him felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Okay." The female manager smiled sweetly.
"Including docks and private airports that can be used for smuggling."
These words made Sakurai Kogure's expression turn cold instantly.
The Japanese government and the Sheqihachi family are very strict about entry and exit management, which is why they are very confident that no one can escape Japan despite the gang's arrest warrant.
But the Fierce Ghosts independently opened up channels to communicate with the outside world. This is also an important reason why they can conduct private trade with the African Celestial Church and the orthodox Zhao family without being discovered.
No organization will sell out its core interests.
"The guests are joking." Sakurai Kogure changed her expression to a cold expression.
"Do you know how much security force we have invested in rebuilding the Eternal Hell since the burning of the Paradise Hall?"
A large number of security personnel carrying submachine guns poured into the gambling hall, staring coldly at the ghost-faced soldiers in the venue.
In an instant, the situation was tense.
At the Saddam Port of Dares, the sea breeze carried a damp smell, and the girl's dark red hair danced in the wind.
Compared with the greenness before, Eriyi now looks more like a ripe red apple, which makes people want to take a bite.
Li Yongyuan took her to a roadside barber shop to change her makeup to avoid being recognized on the way, but there were no accidents along the way.
Since Zhao Li's death, Zhengtong has secretly taken over this trading route, and until now, the fierce ghosts have not noticed anything unusual.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Eri, be good, I will go find you."
Li Yongyuan smiled and pinched the girl's fair and soft cheek, and then touched the Godzilla doll that had been tagged with their names.
He had long planned to use this route to send Eriyi to the orthodox territory of China, so that he would have no worries.
Eriki held a Godzilla doll and her favorite little yellow duck in her arms. She raised her head and looked at Li Yongyuan, then nodded her head seriously.
In fact, she is very afraid of running away from home, and is always full of resistance to contact with strange and unknown things.
But she always believed in Fengjun.
"Feng-kun needs to finish his work quickly and come find Eri Yi."
Eriyi wrote down something in a small notebook, like a child telling an adult to take her to an amusement park on the weekend.
"Of course." Li Yongyuan said with a bright smile as he looked at the ferry arriving at the port with its whistle honking in the distance.
"Master of the house."
All the orthodox people stood on the deck and saluted.
Li Yongyuan nodded slightly and looked at Eriyi who turned around three times and said.
"Take care of her."
"Yes." Everyone present bowed in response.
Feng Jun turned around and left.
Eriyi sat alone in a small room in the cabin, her plain white face seemed to have lost its vitality the moment Li Yongyuan disappeared.
Her little hands held the golden-red injection tightly, but she didn't know the price Li Longyuan paid to protect her.
The ferry was gradually leaving the port. I don't know how long it had passed. Eriki, who was curled up on the bed with a Godzilla doll in her arms, opened her eyes and saw a woman wearing Hanfu standing in front of her.
Even though her face was covered with ugly blue scales, she could still vaguely see the beautiful and clear face of the other party.
"Who are you?" Eriyi wrote curiously in her notebook.