Ito left the hospital and as soon as he walked out of the door, his eyes changed slightly.
I cast a casual glance behind me, walked along the avenue for ten minutes, and turned into an alley. There were many book bars and coffee shops there. They were only open in the afternoon, so the whole alley seemed very quiet.
After Ito walked in, he stood in the middle of the alley and waited quietly. He slowly turned around until he heard footsteps behind him.
There were six people standing in front of him, dressed in dark and low-key clothing. The leader was a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a serious expression.
When Ito saw him, he was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, even his uncle took action in person.
"Azawa." Ito Shou said expressionlessly in Japanese, "Come back to Japan with us."
Ito raised his eyebrows and replied in Japanese, "Just for a woman, he wants my life?"
Ito Shou said coldly, "The person you killed was the wife of the Ito family. Before doing such a thing, you should have thought of such an outcome."
"But that woman killed my mother!" Ito narrowed his eyes, full of hatred, without the slightest regret. Even if he was chased to the end of the world by the Ito family, he would not regret killing that snake and scorpion.
A heart-warming woman!
"Don't forget, besides being the wife of the Ito family, she is also the eldest lady of the Kawana group."
Ito sneered, "So, he wants to hand me over to the Kawana group? What's the difference between that and letting him kill me with his own hands?"
Ito Shou looked stern, "As a member of the Ito family, and the affairs of the Ito family flow through your body, you must dare to take responsibility! Pay the price for your mistakes!"
Ito slowly lowered his eyes, with a nonchalant smile on his lips, and a hint of sarcasm, "If I had a choice, I would rather not be a member of the Ito family."
"Bastard!" Ito Shou stepped forward, slapped him hard in the face, and said sternly, "Kneel down!"
Ito stood there, gritting his teeth and saying nothing even though his cheeks were hurting.
Hisashi Ito was extremely angry and yelled angrily, "As a member of the Ito family, have you forgotten the basic rules of the house?"
Ito narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and finally, slowly, slowly knelt down.
"If you say such unforgivable words, I will punish you on behalf of your father!" Ito Hisashi stretched out his hand, and someone immediately handed him a one-meter-long black leather whip.
Ito Shou lifted it up, pointed it at his body, and whipped it away hard.
The leather whip he carried with him was used by the Ito family to punish members of the Ito family who broke the rules. Its deterrent effect was in no way greater than the words of the Ito family patriarch.
Ito had been beaten with this whip since he was a child, and until he reached adulthood, he was always the one who received the most beatings.
The whip has tiny scales on it. If it is whipped on the body, and then pulled back quickly, a layer of skin will be scraped off. After a few more whips, it will become bloody and bloody. As time went by, Ito became numb, and was actually struck by it.
It was like pulling out copper skin and iron bones. But this time it was different. He had been away from home for nine years. The feeling he felt after nine years was the same as in his childhood memory, it hurt, it hurt so much.
Ito knelt on the ground, put his hands on his legs, and gritted his teeth.
Ito's father is the patriarch of the family, and Hisashi Ito is the supervisor. His arm strength is amazing, the force of his whip is even, and every blow is full of force.
After four or five lashes, Ito's jacket was torn apart. Soon, the flesh at the cracks became bloodshot...
At this moment, Ito Shou, who had just raised his arm to swing the whip, suddenly froze and stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open.
Seeing that the whip did not fall, Ito raised his head and was startled when he saw the person coming towards him.
The visitor was wearing a knitted sweater with a deep v-neck, revealing his sexy collarbone. It is said that men who wear v-necks are either uncomfortable or sultry, especially if they are deep v-necks. But when it is worn on him, it matches well and looks good.
, indescribably charming and enchanting. Underneath were black trousers, which made his legs straight. As he walked, he looked as elegant and cool as a model on a T-stage.
He has a face that can captivate all living beings. There is a lazy charm on his face, and his blue eyes silently scan everyone in front of him.
He was holding a submachine gun in one hand.
Ito looked at him in shock, and the rest of the people stepped back warily.
Ito Shou turned around and looked at him calmly, "You'd better stay out of our Ito family's affairs."
Visa raised the corners of his lips disdainfully, glanced at the person kneeling on the ground, raised his brows, and smiled coldly, "Are you suffering from masochism? Why don't you get over here?" When he spoke, even though his voice was soft and lazy,
, but it is very strong.
Ito Shou frowned, "Are you trying to make an enemy of our Ito family?"
Visa then lazily turned his gaze to him again and said disdainfully, "So what?"
Hisune Ito said loudly, "Any enemy of the Ito family, we will defend the dignity of the Ito family with our blood!"
Visa sneered, "Your tricks of tricking this idiot are of no use to me. Likewise, I won't be merciful!" As he said that, he raised the submachine gun in his hand, and the smile on his face became even brighter, "Yes.
Don’t want to try?”
"You..." Ito Shou couldn't guess the identity of the other party, and he didn't dare to act rashly. He stood there with an ugly expression on his face.
Visa looked at Ito again and said impatiently, "Hey, how long are you going to kneel? You like kneeling so much, go back and kneel slowly for me, don't embarrass yourself here."
Ito looked at him and burst into laughter. The injuries on his body didn't seem so painful anymore.
He stood up slowly.
"Azawa!" Ito Shou yelled angrily, "Do you know what you are doing? You are betraying the Ito family! You will be punished..." Before he could finish his words, a gun was stuffed into his mouth, and his
His face turned from black to red, and he looked like he had been deeply humiliated.
Visa chuckled with his lips raised, and slowly used the gun to force him back, "Now, shut up obediently and don't say another word, otherwise, you will make me unhappy."
His eyes and ambiguous tone were like whispers between lovers, but his threatening warning was enough for everyone present to receive it.
If you make him unhappy, the outcome will not be any better than death.
Ito Shou clenched his fists, his chest heaved violently, and he stared at Ito again, as if he was accusing all this to be his fault.
Ito just smiled helplessly.
At this moment, while Visa was not paying attention, two people, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly launched an attack.
Ito frowned and narrowed his peach blossom eyes. Just as he was about to take action to protect the guy, Visa suddenly raised his leg and kicked one of them in the chest. He used the force to fly into the air, did a roundhouse kick, and kicked the other one hard.
His movements were so fast that the others could only blink, but the muzzle of the gun was still in Ito Hisashi's mouth.
Ito was stunned, he didn't expect Visa's skills to be so agile!
An expert who specializes in studying biological viruses, he seems to be much beyond imagination.
Visa's blue eyes glanced at the other people and said coldly, "If I don't want him to lose his head, stand against the wall!"
He just showed off such a move, and several people knew in their hearts that they were no match for him.
Look at Ito Shou, they gritted their teeth, turned around stiffly, and put their faces close to the wall.
"Squat down."
With each movement he gave, all five people squatted down.
"Put your head in your hands."
Seeing that they all did as he said, Visa was very satisfied, and a smile of relief slipped out of his mouth, "Look, how harmonious it is." After saying that, he looked back at Ito Shou and looked into his angry eyes.
, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Stop causing trouble for Itozawa, otherwise, be careful about your Ito family's lair."
Smiling, he patted his shoulder lightly, "I think you must have remembered what I said." As soon as he finished speaking, Ito Shou turned around and kicked him on the butt, kicking him out.
Far away.
Ito Shou fell to the ground in embarrassment, quickly got up, and wanted to chase the two people, but their shadows had long disappeared.
He was extremely angry, "Damn it!"
Those people also gathered around him, and he roared angrily, "Why don't you go and catch them back for me!"
"yes!"
In the speeding sports car, Visa was driving the car, and Ito was sitting next to him. Sometimes he glanced at him with a pair of doubtful eyes, and then turned his head and remained silent.
Visa turned his head, looked at him, took out a stick of ointment from his body, threw it over, "Handle it yourself."
Ito picked it up, unscrewed the lid, and immediately smelled a pungent smell. He turned away in disgust, "What is this? It smells disgusting!"
Visa said casually, "If you find it disgusting, don't use it. I'll leave you with ugly scars."
When Ito heard this, he endured the nausea and applied medicine to all the exposed wounds.
Although the smell is indeed unpleasant, it feels very comfortable when applied on the body. It is cold and relieves the burning pain instantly.
"What is this?" he asked curiously.
"Good stuff." Visa turned his head and raised his eyebrows mysteriously at him, "Made from insect corpses."
Ito paused and his expression changed. The sticky things on his body instantly made him nauseous and made him want to vomit. Maybe it was a psychological effect. The wounds also became itchy and unbearable. There was also a vague feeling of something crawling on his body...
"Ah!" He screamed strangely and glared at Visa, "You did it on purpose, right?!"
Visa snorted, "Don't be ignorant! You don't know how precious these things are. They are all transparent millipedes found in the tropical rainforest. They are very rare. Apply them to the wounds and kill the bacteria to remove the scars. All I have left is
I bought one like this! What do you know? If you don’t like using it, don’t waste my treasure!"
When Ito heard this, he endured his nausea and smeared the whole one on himself, even the old scars left in the past years.
Visa glanced at him with disdain, "Can you be any more poor?"
Ito sat back in his seat, raised his eyes and stared at him, "Why did you come to save me? Aren't you worried that you will offend the Ito family and be hunted down?"
Although the Ito family does not have as powerful a gangster force in Japan as the Yamaguchi-gumi, it is still famous for its strict management methods and super high efficiency. Anyone who offends the Ito family will never let it go.
Stick it on your body like a plaster until you pay the due price!
Visa sneered nonchalantly, "Then just kill them all."
"How dare you!" Ito immediately stared. Although he was on the run, the blood of the Ito family flowed in his bones. He had been taught that family honor was above all else since he was a child. If he wanted to destroy his entire clan, of course he would stare.
Already.
Visa glanced at him, you don't hate them for treating you so much?"
Ito said in a sullen voice, "That's just a personal grudge. I will resolve it."
"How to solve it? Apologize by committing seppuku and let the Ito family look more decent?" Visa controlled the steering wheel with one hand and put his hand on the car window, lazily like a cat basking in the afternoon sun, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "You really want to die so much
?”
Ito felt extremely depressed and scratched his short hair, "Can you not rub salt into my wounds?"
Visa glanced at him, "Do you still need me?"
Ito frowned suspiciously and turned his gaze to the window without saying anything.
He knew that even his uncle was involved this time, and it seemed that his father planned to solve this matter completely.
Do you want to hand him over to the Kawana family?
Even so, there is nothing surprising about him. In his father's eyes, he was always an "accident."
Visa looked at him but said nothing. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black car following behind. Ito obviously noticed it too and narrowed his eyes.
"Sure thing!" After Visa said, he immediately accelerated the car. The sports car was like a silver light, shuttling on the road.
The car behind him followed closely, until he turned an intersection, just before the red, the sports car rushed over, leaving the car far behind.
Visa narrowed his blue eyes with a hint of pride on his lips.
Suddenly, he raised his eyes again, lowered his gaze, and landed on the dagger at his waist. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What does this mean?"
"Who are you?" Ito's cold eyes were fixed on him, word by word, "That's someone from France's seventh game. Why are they looking for you?"
The Seventh Bureau is the General Directorate of External Security. Its main task is to collect various intelligence on foreign political, economic, military, technological and terrorist activities. Ito and others have been dealing with the French police and the government all year round, and are no strangers to the Seventh Bureau.
Especially a while ago, he was responsible for arresting the female spy and cooperated with them for a while. Just now, what he saw was the person in charge of the seventh bureau of that cooperation!
Visa was also calm and calmly pushed away his dagger, "Don't be so nervous. If I wanted to kill you, I would have plenty of opportunities and I wouldn't wait until now."
Ito did not relax towards him and asked, "Who are you?"
Visa smiled and glanced back at him, "You will know in the future, but not now, because I still have some things to deal with."
"What's up?"
"You have a big burden like the Ito family, and I also have my own troubles. If you think I'm still here to save your good brother, you should know what you should ask and what you shouldn't ask. Haha... Tens of thousands, thousands
Don't make me unhappy."
Ito's thick eyebrows were almost knitted into a thin line, and he felt that he was looking at the man in front of him who was too beautiful to look at for the first time.