The most prosperous main road in this area is already in a mess. There are almost no passers-by on the road, and the popular shops on both sides that were bustling with people are all closed.
Even so, most of the doors of these closed shops have been smashed to pieces. On the street in the distance, a group of men wearing black hoods holding hammers and machetes burst into a bar with wild laughter, leaving only the remaining items on the counter.
He snatched a few bottles of wine and started drinking heavily on the street.
The trash cans on the roadside have been burned to black, broken wine bottles, deeply dented bullet casings, and pools of dried blood can be seen everywhere... Ferocious red Japanese characters are painted on the walls, and there are dirty and offensive words everywhere.
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Even on such a chaotic main street, there is still a store with its door open.
This is a single-family building with a height of six floors. Its appearance design perfectly blends modernity and Japanese courtyard style. It is decorated in black and gold tones, making it luxurious and majestic.
This is currently the largest and most luxurious Cowherd club in Japan.
It is also the only store in Shinjuku that is still open for business.
——Asian Feather Club.
Everyone in the Memorial Belt Shangxie Association stood in front of this majestic club, their mouths wide open in shock...
Wei Dong scratched his head and explained in a timely manner: "I know that setting the temporary base in a Cowherd's shop will indeed damage the image of our evil society... But the current situation in the 'human circle' is very complicated. Except here,
There is almost no room for us in Tokyo, so we can only ask the president to make do with it..."
“Great job!!!”
Before Wei Dong finished speaking, Jiu Ji suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining with excitement!
"Xiao Weidong! You really know me so well!!" She patted Wei Dong's shoulder heavily, gave him a thumbs up, and then rushed into the store quickly, muttering excitedly:
"Cowherd! Champagne! A royal and supreme experience! Here I come!!
Come here! I’ll order ten!!”
Watching Memorial Yiqi Juechen rush directly into the store, the remaining Shangxie Guild members outside the door fell into silence.
The man in a suit sighed, "Let's all go in. What are you looking at here? Are you crazy when you meet the president for the first time?"
Everyone in the Shangxie Club coughed a few times and followed quickly.
As soon as they walked into the club door and saw the situation inside, their expressions changed instantly.
Thousands of candles flickered in the blue and purple glazed lampshades, illuminating the entire club extremely brightly. At this moment, on the leather sofas scattered in the empty hall, there were more than a dozen handsome men in sequined clothes, holding submachine guns and guns.
His mouth was pointed at the door, as if he was ready to fire at any time, and his expression was extremely calm.
In the suspended corridor on the second floor, four snipers had already laid an ambush. Four red dots swayed on the face of Memorial who had just walked through the door, and finally converged on her eyebrows.
Memorial stood in front of numerous gunpoints wearing a ragged windbreaker, his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly narrowed.
Wisps of dangerous aura emanated from her body.
"This is not the place for you to cause trouble." On the black leather sofa at the very back, there sat a cowherd wearing a blue sequined suit. He held a samurai sword that was about to be unsheathed in his left hand and a submachine gun in his right hand, with a look on his face.
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"Leave, the Fengji family's property... you can't afford to mess with it."
In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong walked out quickly, his eyes swept over the people on the field, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"Put down your guns...it's me."
Seeing Wei Dong, the cowherd in blue was slightly startled, "Mr. Wei?"
"This is a misunderstanding. These are the temporary companions I mentioned to your family master before." Wei Dong pointed at the people in the Shangxie Guild behind him and said.
The cowherd in blue blinked his eyes, and immediately hid the submachine gun and samurai sword under the sofa, stood up from the sofa, coughed twice in embarrassment, and said to the people around him,
"Why are you still standing there? Put your weapons away! These are not rioters, they are distinguished guests!"
Upon hearing these words, all the Cowherds put away their guns silently, put on their signature smiles, and bowed apologetically to everyone in the Shangxie Guild.
"I'm really sorry, the world has been so chaotic recently, we have to be more careful... Moreover, the look on this lady's face when she rushed in just now is very similar to those madmen suffering from mania, so..."
The expression of commemoration became subtle.
Wei Dong briefly introduced the two parties, then took everyone from the evil society upstairs and settled down in separate rooms.
Lin Qiye and Jia Lan, who were seriously injured and comatose, were also accommodated in rooms. Although the medical equipment was not brought from the cruise ship, there were memories there, and it was only a trivial matter to reassemble the two sets with pixels.
After everything was settled, everyone in the Shangxie Guild immediately became busy. Some people began to debug the equipment they had brought. Some people began to get together and study something on a map of Japan. Some people vacated a room.
Start setting up the conference room...
The sun was setting in the west, and the dim sunlight shone in the spacious bedroom. Amidst the steady beeping sound of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
Fatigue surged into his heart like a tide, and he lay on the bed in a daze. After lying there for a while, he barely regained consciousness. He stared blankly at the roof for a moment, then sat up with difficulty.
Not only was he mentally exhausted, but all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away. He was very weak. He looked around with a look of confusion in his eyes.
Where is this?
He vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was on the sea in the mist... How come he was in modern society when he opened his eyes?
Has he returned to Daxia?
Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand. Tian Cong Yun Sword was still held in his palm, and his chest was still aching. The wound penetrated by the sword had not completely healed. There was still a two centimeter deep wound carved into his chest. If
Looking carefully, you can see a faint golden light flowing deep into his wound.
"A miracle..." Lin Qiye touched his chest with his right hand and muttered to himself.
The injuries left by the Tian Cong Yun Sword cannot heal on their own. Just like Wu Xiangnan, only a miracle can repair the sword marks left in the flesh and blood.
During the period when he was unconscious, the [Mortal God Realm] that he had tried his best to open was still functioning, slowly repairing the sword wound. Otherwise, Lin Qiye would have died long ago with such an unhealable penetrating wound.
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And his current mental and physical exhaustion should be the result of the unconscious, [Mortal God Realm] actively absorbing mental power to maintain the miracle, resulting in the sequelae of mental overdraft.