Chapter 637 Invitation from the Black Killing Group
The east is getting whiter.
At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today's search mission, returned to the entrance of the Black Sycamore Club on time, where Amamiya Haruki had been waiting for a long time.
The two of them pretended to have just come back from drinking, walked up the stairs, chose an unoccupied private room, sat down, and locked the door.
"I found some problems." Amamiya Haruki sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.
"What?"
"Today, when I was searching the territory of the Will-O-Wisp Club in the west, I found a few suspicious characters, who have been wandering outside the Will-O-Wisp Club's property, sneaking around, as if they were looking for information." Amamiya Haruki said seriously, "
Moreover, I found that the Will-o'-the-Wisp Club has been completely wiped out, and it has become the shelter of the Hanchuan family."
"Is there anyone else secretly investigating the Hanchuan family's arrangements?" Lin Qiye said in surprise.
"It should be, and the other party is organized and disciplined, and the division of labor is very clear. It's not like those small gangs who fish in troubled waters can do it."
Not a clique...
"Is it the assassination team?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly.
"Kansai is originally the territory of the Black Killing Group. The Hankawa family extended their hands here and acted so arrogantly. It is impossible for the Black Killing Team to swallow their anger. If it is said that the members of the Black Killing Team are secretly investigating the Hanchuan family's deployment, prepare
It is very possible to attack them."
Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "If the murderous gang wants to attack the Hanchuan family, it will be a good thing for us."
"Of course it is a good thing that someone is muddying the waters in Osaka, but the premise is that they cannot go too far, otherwise once Mr. Samkawa uses the Fukutsu sword, it may actually affect our plans.
After all...the knife in Hanchuanji's hand is not something a group of gangsters can handle."
"By the way, what's the name of his knife? Why can it cause such large-scale damage from such a long distance?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask as he recalled the bridge-cutting knife that fell from the sky.
"The fifth of Fujin's nine swords, [Black Rope], within a range of thirty kilometers around the sword owner, as long as a coordinate is given, the projection of the blade can be chopped off within the coordinate range, causing horrific damage."
Amamiya Haruki paused and continued, "By the way, the ranking of the Futsu Nine Swordsmen is not based on strength, but the order in which they were originally forged, so it is not that the higher the ranking, the stronger they are."
Lin Qiye nodded, "In other words, as long as he doesn't know our coordinates, [Black Rope] cannot pose a threat."
"That's right."
"Let's just wait and see what happens. Let's see how far this gang and the Hanchuan family can go." Lin Qiye said slowly as he looked out the window at the street that was gradually illuminated by the sun.
…
Due to the issue of business hours, the daily routine of everyone in Heiwutong has been completely reversed. They sleep during the day, get up in the afternoon, and prepare to open for business at night.
It was not until dusk that Xiao Jin lazily walked out of his room, saw Uncle Kyosuke standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said hello.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Kyosuke."
"Xiao... Xiaojin..." Uncle Kyousuke stood stiffly in front of the French window, looking downstairs, his body trembling slightly, "We... seem to be in trouble?"
Xiao Jin was stunned.
He stepped to the window, looked down, and his body shook!
I saw four or five black cars parked neatly downstairs at the entrance of the Black Wutong Club. A dozen fierce men in black clothes surrounded the door. At the front of the car headed by a man in his fifties
The sinister middle-aged man was sitting on the car lights, holding a cigarette in his left hand and looking upstairs lightly.
"I am Asakura Ken, a cadre of the assassination team. I give you one minute to come down and open the door. Otherwise, we will open it for you."
A strong man next to him took out an ax from the trunk of the car and stood in front of the gate, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
"Open the door! Open the door for them quickly! The door I spent a lot of money to decorate cannot be destroyed like this!"
Uncle Kyousuke made a quick decision and ran down the stairs quickly. Out of his professionalism, he instinctively arranged his clothes, smoothed his hair, and opened the door with a smile.
The group of strong men gathered around the gate and turned to look at Ken Asakura sitting at the front of the car, waiting for his order.
Ken Asakura walked calmly and walked to the gate of the Black Sycamore Club. His indifferent eyes with hidden murderous intent stared into Uncle Kyousuke's eyes. He patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:
"Don't panic, we are here to give you money."
Ken Asakura looked back at his subordinates, who immediately understood and opened the black box in their hands. Inside was a neat box of banknotes.
Uncle Kyousuke and Xiao Jin were stunned on the spot at the same time.
…
A few minutes later.
In the private room, more than a dozen members of the assassination team stood beside the door like a wall. Asakura Ken sat alone on the large sofa in the private room, his eyes calmly looking at Uncle Kyousuke and Xiao Jin who were sitting opposite.
Uncle Kyosuke was lucky. After all, he was old and had gone through many storms. At this moment, he did not lose his composure when facing the leader of the largest gangster organization in Osaka. Instead, he sat there upright with a warm smile like a professional cowherd's signature at the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, Xiao Jin was more frightened. He sat there timidly, avoiding Asakura Ken's gaze, with some sweat on his forehead.
"...I think I have made my purpose of coming very clear, right?"
Ken Asakura pushed the black box full of banknotes on the table in front of Uncle Kyosuke and said calmly:
"Recently, the ones in your store... Asaba and Amamiya are the two most popular cowboys in Osaka. As long as you are willing to lend them to me to accompany the leader of our assassination team for a while,
This money is all yours.
In addition, from now on, your Black Wutong Club will be protected by our Black Killing Team, and there is no need to pay protection fees. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in your store is an enemy of our Black Killing Team.
I think my sincerity is enough... What do you think? Manager Kyousuke?"
Uncle Kyosuke looked at the box full of banknotes on the table and fell into silence.
Outside the private room.
Yurina yawned and walked down the stairs step by step. Seeing that there was no one in the restaurant on the second floor, she seemed a little confused.
Just as she was about to say something, a hand covered her mouth.
Yurina turned around in horror, only to see Lin Qiye standing next to her, extending her index finger and making a "shh" gesture at her.
After seeing Lin Qiye's face clearly, Yurina immediately calmed down and blinked, her eyes filled with doubts.
Beside Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki walked quietly to the door of the private room like a ghost, listening to the conversation in the private room with his eyes slightly narrowed.