In the early morning, a cool breeze blows on your face, blowing away the dullness of the night and making those who stayed up late clear their heads. In front of the gate of a wealthy manor, two guards in black suits were chatting in a low voice.
This is a large manor located in the outskirts of Tokyo. It is built on a mountain and covers a vast area. The overall style is biased toward the Meiji period. Most of the wooden houses have an open design, with tile surfaces, stone foundations, paper windows, sliding partition doors, and all the elements.
They all have a simple style. The whole is connected by corridors, and the architectural structure is extremely exquisite.
In such a quiet and elegant environment, an extremely incongruous figure walked along the stone pavement and appeared in front of the thick wooden gate of this large manor. Two guards in suits were completely stunned when they saw this man.
, where did this guy in front of me come from?
This man was wearing a half-sleeved loose black samurai uniform and a hat with a black gauze covering the brim. It fluttered with his footsteps, but his face could not be seen clearly. He had a samurai sword hanging on his waist and wore wooden shoes at his feet.
It just came creaking like this.
It would be fine if this person was just dressed as a warrior, but there were several drones following him in front and behind him, from far, middle, and near. There were even drones that flew directly into the manor to take wide-angle, high-altitude shots.
It kept buzzing.
Is this fucking lunatic from that theater?
"Is this the main dojo of the Ishii Kai? I must have Katsuo Ishii inside." The voice of the mysterious warrior came from under the brim of the black gauze hat, and he said in a deep voice: "Go and inform him that the end has arrived."
Cold, indifferent, fearless, what a wonderful scene!
But the two guards couldn't appreciate it. They were furious and cursed angrily: "Baga, don't mess around here, get out of here right now!"
Seeing the guard angrily rushing up to grab his shoulder, the mysterious samurai twisted his feet and thought to himself: "Why do Japanese samurai like to wear wooden shoes? It makes my feet hurt."
Four hands were about to grab the mysterious warrior and push him down. Both guards were thinking: This annoying lunatic must be removed quickly, otherwise if the president finds out, it will be a joke and he will be punished.
But before the guard's hand could touch the samurai's body, the samurai sword hanging from his waist was whipped out, bringing with it a gust of evil wind and slashing towards him.
The two guards were immediately shocked and frightened. Seeing that the knife could not be avoided no matter what, they lamented in their hearts: "It's over, this is too careless. I didn't expect this madman to draw the knife so quickly."
At the same time, in a roadside forest a few hundred meters away from the main dojo, there was thunderous cheers in a bus. The naughty boy in his thirties looked at the screens of a dozen laptops with excitement, and the high-definition camera
The moment he drew the sword it was clearly visible.
"Uncle, you are invincible! The moment you draw the knife, you feel like you are about to be cut open."
"This must be the secret art of drawing swords, right? It's amazing!"
"Oh my gosh, I really want to become my master and learn this amazing skill."
"Me too, me too, me too."
A bunch of naughty children were stunned. In the driver's seat, Lixiang's father served as the driver of this operation. This middle-aged man originally thought he was taking his children out for an outing, but who knew when they arrived at the destination, which one was dressed as a samurai?
The guy actually brought a knife to the Ishii Kai dojo.
This guy is simply as courageous as the sky! But now that he saw the scene captured by the drone, Lixiang's father was horrified and had only one word to describe the mysterious warrior - unfathomable!
At the door of the dojo, two guards were hit in the neck without any resistance. However, there was no blood and flesh flying everywhere, only screams and screams. The samurai sword was made of wood, and the blade was quite thick, equivalent to a stick.
They went up. Although they were not dead, the two guards still fell down without a groan.
The man dressed as a warrior was naturally Zhou Qingfeng. He snorted disdainfully, put the sword in its sheath, and said coolly: "You trash, you have no right to die by my sword."
"Uncle, this line is great!"
"You're so handsome, I'm trembling all over. Uncle, I will be your admirer from now on."
"That's wrong. You are not even qualified to worship a great warrior like uncle."
Listening to the words coming from the wireless microphone, the bus roared again, and a bunch of naughty kids unconditionally surrendered their knees to Zhou Qingfeng.
At this moment, in the dojo, Ishii Katsuo has just gotten up. This man is in his fifties, has a sinister face, and is the third generation head of the Ishii Kai. There are thousands of people in Ishii under his control, and he is a considerable force in the Sumiyoshi Kai.
Far from being comparable to a small character like Kitagawa Joji.
When I got up early in the morning, there was a concubine accompanying me to serve Ishii Katsuo. Everything had to be done according to the rules, slow and leisurely. But in this peaceful atmosphere, a scream suddenly sounded in the manor dojo - ah...
…!
This scream was so piercing and terrifying that it gave people goosebumps all over their bodies. For Katsuo Ishii, who insisted on his own identity and followed the most strict rules, this was too unbearable. But he did not speak, only to those who were with him.
The confidant winked. The confidant immediately bowed and said, "Hi, I'll go check it out right away."
Well, maybe something happened to a newcomer who just joined the organization, and then it would be enough to cut off his finger and punish him. Ishii Katsuo thought this and calmed down his mind again. He walked out of his room and came to
He went to the courtyard outside, breathed in the fresh air and said at the same time: "Prepare pen and ink. I want to take advantage of the early morning time to practice calligraphy."
Calligraphy, an elegant art, can make people feel calm and forget their worries, and is especially suitable for self-cultivation. Soon, a short table was placed under the raindrop eaves of the courtyard, and the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were arranged one by one. The concubine also dipped the brush into it.
Mo, carefully handed it to the president.
President Ishii took the brush, took several deep breaths and wrote the word "quiet". After finishing writing, he felt extremely satisfied. Today's word has a smooth meaning, a correct structure, and goes straight to the heart. It is better than what he wrote in the past.
Okay, okay, that's good! The subordinate who was following the president saw the smile on his boss's face and quickly flattered him and praised him.
But before the words of praise could be uttered, another scream of "Ah..." came from the distance. This startled Ishii Katsuo, who had just calmed down, and a large drop of ink fell from the end of his pen as his hand shook.
It fell and stained the entire rice paper.
This second scream was even more brutal than the first, and it was as creepy as encountering a ghost while walking at night. Ishii Katsuo's face suddenly jumped with anger, he turned back to look at his entourage and shouted: "
To find out what happened?"
Hi..., another attendant bowed his head and turned around to go out. But not long after this man went out, he ran back in panic. His black suit, which had been neatly ironed, became wrinkled in the blink of an eye, and there were many wrinkles on his face.
There was a bloody scar on his face, and what shocked Ishii Katsuo even more was that this guy stammered and shouted: "President, a terrible samurai has come in."
Are you kidding me, there are samurai these days?!