This group of gangsters gathered from all directions. They were all wearing black suits, with colorful shirt collars turned out, holding straight-edged daggers, and had fierce faces. There were more than twenty of them.
A large group of men in black were shouting and looking menacing. The leader was a tall, tough young man with a short haircut and a ferocious scar on his face.
His name is Ito Masayuki, nicknamed Ghost Face, and he is the team leader of the Kansai Honda Association stationed in Okayama Prefecture. He is an ambitious guy who wants to climb up.
Recently, the Japanese government is implementing the "Yamaguchi-gumi Destruction Plan" against the Yamaguchi-gumi in Kobe, Kansai, with the aim of completely disintegrating and eliminating the largest gang in Japan.
Under this background, Honda, the second largest gang in Kansai, which was once suppressed by the Yamaguchi-gumi and was on the verge of death, will resurrect.
Many gang members were sent to the western and northern parts of Japan's main island to compete with the Yamaguchi-gumi for territory in an attempt to add insult to injury and restore their former glory.
Masayuki Ito was the greatest swordsman in Japan during the Warring States Period. He was a descendant of Ito Ittosai who created the Ito style. He has always wanted to stand out and restore the glory of his family.
This group of thugs, with fierce flames in the sky, closed every house wherever they went, for fear of being affected, even if the night patrol police saw it, they pretended to turn a blind eye.
It's a gang fight. Anyway, they're all bastards. They're too lazy to take care of it, so they can't.
However, this group of guys only walked to a trail about 50 meters away from Sakurai B&B when they were stopped by a person.
Du Weiguo stood calmly in the middle of the road, holding a cigarette in his mouth and carrying a black sheathed Japanese samurai sword on his shoulder. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he was majestic.
Behind Du Weiguo, about 5 meters away, Momoyo Sakurai was holding a small knife in her hand. She was so frightened and pale that she almost cried.
The samurai sword on Du Weiguo's shoulder is a pure-looking thing. The decorative knife in Sakurai B&B is not a real thing used to chop people.
Not only is the material inferior, the blade doesn't even have a blade. To put it bluntly, it's just a piece of rotten iron.
Seeing a large group of vicious thugs with sharp knives coming in front of them, Sakurai Momoyo's legs went weak and she murmured to herself:
"It's over, I'm going to die!"
Du Weiguo was angry but calm, and he slowly exhaled the smoke with a teasing tone:
"Momoyo, it's not too late to regret it now. If you are afraid, just go back quickly."
"No, no, I want to protect the Sakurai family. I, I want to fight with you."
Sakurai Momoyo's voice was trembling, with a cry and the sound of teeth chattering. Du Weiguo smiled leisurely and said in a relaxed tone:
"Fight with me? If you still need to take action to deal with such a few trash fish, then I will be embarrassed!"
At this moment, Masayuki Ito had led people 5 meters in front of him and slowly stopped.
The big yellow tooth, with a piece of white cloth wrapped on his forehead, immediately came to Masayuki Ito's side and whispered:
"The boss, that's him, took the initiative to provoke us, and even injured Kenji and the others."
A trace of cruelty flashed through Ito Masayuki's narrow eyes. He also held a katana in his hand. He glanced at the samurai sword on Du Weiguo's shoulder and said in a low voice:
"Who are you? Why do you want to provoke our Honda Association!"
Du Weiguo spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth expressionlessly, raised a hand and said in a calm tone:
"Momoyo, there's no need to translate for me. Just tell them to fight or get out. What nonsense are you talking about?"
"ha?"
Upon hearing this, Momoyo behind him suddenly froze, his tone stammered, and his crying became more obvious:
"First, sir, why are you deliberately irritating them? We can have a good talk~"
Du Weiguo's current character is a Japanese-American who only speaks English but does not understand Japanese, and Momoyo volunteered to translate for him.
Du Weiguo sneered, his tone teasing:
"Ha! It's very stupid to try to reason with the robber. Besides, if you see an ant crawling on your shoe, will you still discuss it with the ant? Just step on it and kill him!"
"But, but~wow~"
Momoyo was anxious and scared, but didn't know what to say, so she burst into tears. Before Du Weiguo could say anything, Masayuki Ito shouted violently across from him:
"Ba Ge Ya Lu, how dare you ignore me, die!"
He exerted force on his hind legs, and rushed forward suddenly. He drew out the samurai sword in his hand like lightning, and drew a brilliant half-moon sword light, which slashed towards Du Weiguo's chest from bottom to top, from left to right.
The art of drawing swords, the secret of Itto-ryu.
In the flash of lightning, a sheathed samurai sword arrived first and struck him hard on the scarred face like an iron rod.
"Snapped!"
Ito Masayuki's ugly face was instantly distorted, and even his eyes bulged out. He took off directly like a torn sack, and then fell to the ground without a sound. While he was in the air, he lost consciousness.
The glory of the family, the glory of the community, the glory of the sword, the fame and fortune, all of these have disappeared one by one, and I am afraid they can only be realized in dreams.
At the same time as he hit the scarred face, Du Weiguo took the cold light of the knife from his hand, and it was heavy in his hand. The blade had beautiful muscles and elegant curves.
Just holding it in your hand, you can feel a cold breath coming towards your face. The eight-treasure sword is engraved with the word "floating and sinking" in traditional Chinese.
"Floating, good knife!"
However, Du Weiguo only had time to take a quick glance, and the group of gangsters holding straight-edged daggers had already rushed up with red eyes.
Needless to say, these Japanese gangsters are indeed quite reckless, at least they really dare to fight to the death.
"cut!"
Du Weiguo sneered, and with a sharp look in his eyes, he held a sheathed samurai sword in his left hand and a floating sword in his right hand, and charged directly towards these gangsters.
"Pa bang bang~"
A rhythmic beating sound, like a gust of wind and rain, could be heard all of a sudden. If you listened from a distance, you would have thought it was doing something very happy.
Du Weiguo's figure was like a ghost, dodging and moving among the crowd, perfectly avoiding all attacks.
He used the two knives in his hand as iron rods, firing his bow left and right, hitting the gangsters' faces hard with each blow.
But if he was hit, he would immediately change beyond recognition, faint on the spot, suffer a mild concussion, and definitely not run away.
Du Weiguo's attack was very measured. No one died. These guys would probably faint for a few hours before they woke up, and then stay in bed for a few days before they could go to the ground.
In just over 2 minutes, the big man in black was already lying on the ground in a mess, and only the big yellow fang was left standing there with two trembling legs.
At this time, his face was pale and ashen, the short knife had fallen to the ground, and his crotch was wet. Du Weiguo curled his lips in disgust, put the cold floating knife on his neck, and said in a harsh tone:
"Go on, keep calling people, I'll wait here."
This time, Sakurai Momoyo came to his senses and translated it in Japanese cautiously. Dahuangya felt as if he had received an amnesty, nodded and turned around to leave.
In a flash of cold light, his left ear had been cut off by the floating knife, and he immediately let out a heart-rending wail.
"Snapped!"
He received a blow from the scabbard on his face, and several big yellow teeth were instantly separated from his gums. Du Weiguo's tone was cold:
"See you next time, cut the other side."
Momoyo translated with a tearful voice. Dahuangya endured the severe pain, covering his ears with one hand and his teeth with the other, and stumbled away. Du Weiguo bent down to pick up the scabbard floating on the ground, and sheathed the knife.
With both knives on his shoulders, he walked back with gentle steps and a lazy expression. Momoyo looked at him blankly with eyes as bright as stars:
"First, sir, what to do with these people, these people?"
Du Weiguo said in a lazy tone: "Oh, don't worry about it, he's not dead. He'll almost wake up when the sun comes up."
Like a little rabbit, Momoyo trotted to keep up with Du Weiguo, her tone full of admiration:
"Sir, are you a swordsman?"
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a joking tone:
"Jianhao? Of course not. I'm just an ordinary traveler with a bad temper. I originally wanted to take a dip in the hot springs, but I was interrupted and I was a little angry."
Sakurai Momoyo is a child with a rare big heart. At this moment, she has forgotten the fear just now and has regained her cheerfulness:
"Sir, you are lying. I don't believe ordinary travelers. By the way, sir, do you want to continue taking a bath?"
Du Weiguo suddenly stopped, approached Momoyo, bent down, and lowered his voice mysteriously:
"Momoyo, I'm curious, do you also take baths?"
"Ah? I don't have this~~"
Momoyo's face turned as red as a tomato in an instant, and even her ears were red. She rubbed the corners of her clothes uneasily, and her big, beautiful eyes were so charming that they were almost dripping with water.
The girl Huaichun, Du Weiguo laughed loudly, carried the knife, and slowly walked away.
After returning to the room, Du Weiguo took a closer look at the floating knife. This knife was extremely sharp. It could blow hair and cut hair, cut gold and jade, and was even as good as his Xiaotang knife.
This knife will be perfect if we return to Hong Kong Island, find a skilled knife maker, and replace the tandem, handle, rope, and tail with Chinese origins.
After getting a sword, Du Weiguo was in a good mood and couldn't put it down while playing with it. Suddenly there was a sound of soft footsteps outside the door.
Soon Sakurai Risa's voice came in, extremely respectful and with a hint of charm:
"Sir, may I ask, have you rested?"
Du Weiguo put away the floating knife and said in a calm tone: "What's the matter?"
Sakurai Risa's tone was slightly embarrassing:
"That's right, I just want to thank you. In addition, I also want to ask if you have any other instructions."
Du Weiguo frowned. In the middle of the night, this thank you was a bit charming, but he glanced at the sleeping fox next to him and shook his head helplessly.
"It's okay, I've already laid down. You all can go and rest."
Outside the door, Risa Sakurai was kneeling on the ground with a look of obvious disappointment on her face, while Yuki Sakurai next to her also had a look of frustration.
How wonderful would it be if a man like Du Weiguo, who was like a god, could spend a good night with him, even to the point of having a dark knot?
It's a pity that the goddess is intentional and King Xiang is ruthless. The two sisters looked gloomy. Just as they were about to get up and leave, Du Weiguo's voice suddenly rang again in the room:
"Oh, by the way, there is one thing that I really need your help with."
The two women looked at each other and were instantly overjoyed. Sakurai Yuki rarely took the initiative to speak:
"Sir, if you have any requirements, just tell us and we will do it."
Du Weiguo's tone was very cold:
"Well, those gangsters lying outside the door, go and help me put away their straight blades. I will use them tomorrow."
Sakurai sisters:......
After a while, Du Weiguo put out his cigarette and was about to get up to go to bed when he heard soft footsteps again outside the door.
Du Weiguo frowned, a little impatient. He was so willing to throw himself into his arms, why wasn't it over yet?
"I've already said that I don't need your services anymore."
"First of all, sir, it's me, Momoyo. Although I have never served as a bather, but if it were you, I~"
Momoyo's shy and soft voice sounded, and Du Weiguo's face turned dark. This child's reflex arc must be too long.
"No, I'm very tired and need to rest."
"Oh, oh, then I wish you a good night."
Momoyo's tone was relieved, but at the same time, it was mixed with a trace of unconcealable loss.
The next day, in the early morning, Du Weiguo, who was still sleeping soundly, heard the sound of very rapid footsteps going upstairs.
"Deng Deng Deng~"
Du Weiguo frowned, opened his eyes, quickly turned over and sat up, and grabbed the floating knife on the bedside in his hand.
"Sir, sir, there are many people outside the door, and they want to see you by name."
Momoyo's voice rang outside the door. Du Weiguo glanced at the big fox who was still sleeping soundly. He flattened his mouth helplessly and said in a very light tone:
"I know, I'll come down right now."
At this moment, dozens of tough-looking men in black suits stood neatly outside the door of Sakurai Onsen.
The difference from those gangsters in the Honda meeting yesterday is that although these people today have cold and stern faces, they are not arrogant, more calm, and they don't stupidly turn their shirt collars out.
"Swipe~"
The door opened, and Du Weiguo lazily walked out. He was still wearing the same white Henley collar T-shirt and pulling on his clogs.
Du Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth, his hair was a little disheveled, his eyes were sleepy, and he was doing nothing. He used the floating knife as a crutch and leaned on it with his hand.
Facing such a large group of murderous burly men, Du Weiguo's tone was really calm:
"Who's looking for me?"
He still spoke in English, but without using Momoyo to translate, among the men in black, a middle-aged man with a solemn expression emerged from the crowd, bowed and said in a calm tone:
"Hello, sir, my name is Tsukamoto Akatora, head of the Western Region of the Kansai Yamaguchi Group's Taokamoto Group."
He also spoke English, with a slight accent, but still fluently. Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, with a lazy tone:
"Oh, what do you want from me? It's so early in the morning and you haven't even washed your face. If you have anything to say, just say it."
Du Weiguo's tone was scornful, but Tsukamoto Chitora did not change his expression suddenly. His tone was still very calm and full of respect:
"Sir, those blind bastards from Honda Club disturbed your peace yesterday. I came here specifically to apologize to you."
"Oh? Apologize?"
Du Weiguo raised his sword eyebrows, and Tsukamoto Chihu nodded calmly:
"Yes, sir, bring it up!"
He gently waved his hand behind him, and soon, a smart young man ran over holding a small black wooden box.
"Sir, this is the ear and tongue of the envoy who came to the hot spring B&B yesterday to mess with us. It is our apology gift, and we hope it will satisfy you."
Tsukamoto Akatora gently opened the wooden box, and inside were three ears and two tongues, dripping with blood and very disgusting.
Du Weiguo's face was expressionless and his tone was flat: "Oh, okay, what else do you want?"
Tsukamoto Chihu bowed: "Sir, I want to talk to you alone. Can I have this honor?"