Chapter five hundred and seventeen tiger poison eats children
"This...isn't this amazing?"
Although there are also legends such as the Yamamoto God in Japan, as Yamamoto Notake and others who live in modern times, they have never seen such miraculous swordsmanship, and they were all frightened to death for a while.
"Although I look down on the Chinese, their inheritance is incomparable to our Japanese..."
Kikujiro's emotions had completely stabilized at this time. After understanding the true meaning of the sword, he, who was originally full of violence, seemed to be reborn from Nirvana, exuding an aura of transcendence from the inside out.
"Thousands of roads are all connected. I chose to enter the Tao through fighting, and I made the right choice." Kikujiro burst out laughing. He was originally a martial arts fanatic and had a lifelong thirst for bloodshed.
But when he reached a bottleneck, he was still unable to break through it. After twenty years, he finally broke through that shackles today, and his entire life level has improved.
"Lord Kikujiro, what about... what about Nakagawa?"
Although he saw that Kikujiro was in a good mood, Yamamoto Noken's attitude was extremely respectful when facing this god of murder. He almost put his forehead to the ground and asked about Nakagawa.
"You all get up and talk." Kikujiro flicked his sleeves, and Yamamoto Notake and others felt an invisible force lifting their upper bodies.
"I had a son in my sixties and am now almost ninety years old. Over the past thirty years, I have been doting on Nakagawa. Do you know why?" Kikujiro asked, stroking the sword blade on his lap with his hand.
"I don't know, please give me some advice..."
Yamamoto and others looked at each other. Do you still need to ask why? Naturally, the old man will pamper his son. However, Kikujiro's behavior has always been different from ordinary people, so they naturally dare not make random guesses.
"I have pursued the art of swordsmanship all my life, but when I was sixty years old I could no longer make any progress. I always felt that there was a world beyond my current realm, but I couldn't enter it."
Kikujiro smiled, as if he was telling someone else's story, "I entered Taoism by killing, and I have no relatives in my life. This has always been a regret for me. I have always believed that if I cannot break this mental barrier, I will not be able to break through...
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"Thirty years ago, I had Zhongchuan and I obeyed him in every possible way. In fact, I wanted to kill him with my own hands to remove the obstacles in my heart, but I was never able to do so. This death of Zhongchuan was really God's will.
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"What? You gave birth to a son just to kill him with your own hands?"
Yamamoto Notake and others, who were listening intently to Kikujiro's story, suddenly felt a chill running through their bodies after hearing Kikujiro's words, and their bodies began to tremble slightly.
As the saying goes, a tiger's poison will not eat its children, but Kikujiro actually wanted to use his son's surname as a driving force for his breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship. This man's mentality is really different from ordinary people.
And Kikujiro actually did it. After hearing the news of Nakagawa's death, he really broke through the barrier that had restricted him for thirty years and entered a whole new realm.
"Kikujiro-sama, congratulations for your perseverance!" Although he wanted to flatter Kikujiro a few times, Yamamoto Notakeru really didn't know what to say and could only give a dry compliment.
"My heart is clear, so I won't need to send you those arts and crafts in the future." Kikujiro said: "I have brought you a lot of trouble by training my heart with trivial matters in the world these years..."
"No trouble, no trouble, Kikujiro-sama's matters are the Yamaguchi-gumi's matters..."
Hearing Kikujiro's words, Yamamoto Notake was frightened to death. He didn't know whether Kikujiro was telling the truth or the opposite. In the past, this old boy always blamed himself for the poor quality of the art he sent.
"I will explore the way of heaven in the future and will not be stained by the world of mortals again." After this breakthrough, Kikujiro did have a feeling of ecstasy, and his whole person became different.
"Hai, sir, if you have any orders, please give me your instructions!"
Yamamoto Noken raised his head and took a peek at Kikujiro, and found that the other party didn't seem to be speaking sarcastically, so he felt relieved.
"That child from Nakagawa is my bloodline after all, he can't die in vain like this."
Kikujiro sighed and said: "Since it was the mafia who killed Nakagawa, let their godfather pay for it. Zhixian-kun, I leave this matter to you..."
Kikujiro is an anomaly in Japan. He has a very serious surname for murder. When he was in prison for ten years, he has repeatedly taken action. He is no stranger to gang organizations from all over the world.
Kikujiro knew that although the Yamaguchi-gumi was powerful, the mafia was not controlled by persimmons. Especially in Europe and the United States, the mafia was even greater than the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Therefore, even if a full-scale war was launched, I was afraid that the mafia would not be completely eliminated, so I settled for the next best thing and only asked to kill the godfather of the mafia.
After hearing Kikujiro's words, Yamamoto Notake felt bitter in his heart, but he still nodded and agreed: "Hai, Lord Kikujiro, I will definitely use the head of the mafia godfather to commemorate Nakagawa-kun..."
The all-out war with the mafia in the past few days has caused heavy losses to the Yamaguchi-gumi, and its foundation in the United States has almost been shaken. And Yamamoto Yukoshi has been warned by relevant departments in the United States.
Under such circumstances, assassinating the godfather of the Mafia would be nothing less than adding fuel to the fire. Yamamoto could even imagine the severe blow that the Yamaguchi-gumi would face in the United States.
However, Yamamoto Notake dared not disobey Kikujiro's orders. Although his father was the founder of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Kikujiro had been the spiritual leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi for more than half a century.
What's more, so far, some of the important foundations of the Yamaguchi-gumi are in Kikujiro's name, so just one word from Kikujiro can change the entire Yamaguchi-gumi.
"Okay, you go back!"
Kikujiro waved his hand, indicating that Yamamoto Notake and others could leave. After a few people stood up, Kikujiro said leisurely: "Without the peak to climb, life is really lonely..."
"lonely?"
Hearing Kikujiro's whisper, Yamamoto Notake and others almost stumbled. When they gave birth to their son, they had the intention of killing him. How can such a person not be lonely?
"President, how should we deal with Lord Kikujiro's request?"
After leaving the manor with beautiful scenery, the few people who came with them all breathed out. When they were in the manor just now, they really only dared to breathe until their throats were breathed, and they still breathed through their noses.
"How to deal with it, of course we have to kill that old guy Francis."
Yamamoto Notake looked at a few people angrily and said, "Do you want Lord Kikujiro to be dissatisfied? Think of Maruyama-kun's fate!"
Yamamoto Notake's words made several other people take a breath of cold air. Maruyama Village, who had been together for decades, was beheaded by Kikujiro in front of them. Recalling that moment just now, several people's necks couldn't help but feel a little agitated.
Chill.
"Nakano-kun, you will take over Maruyama-kun's work."
Yamamoto thought for a moment and then said: "As for the assassination of Francis, we can let the killer organization in the United States take action. This means that even if some people are dissatisfied, they cannot be traced to us."
The Yamaguchi-gumi has a very important industry in Europe and the United States, so Yamamoto Yukoshi did not dare to blatantly challenge the American government. After much thought, he came up with this method. The truth that money can make people push around is not only understood by Chinese people.
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"President Takami, I will arrange this matter when I get back!" As soon as Yamamoto Yuken finished speaking, Saburo Nakano, who was in his fifties, started to flatter him.
You must know that taking over the work of the deceased Maruyama Village will also take over the rights of Maruyama Village. In the future Yamaguchi-gumi, Nakano Saburo will become the most powerful person under Yamamoto Notake.
"Okay." Yamamoto Notake looked at several people with a majestic look and said, "About Maruyama-kun's death, I hope everyone will not spread the word!"
"Hai!" Saburo Nakano and others responded in unison. After the car that picked them up drove to the gate of the manor, they fled this nightmare place as if they were running away——
"If I had known it was an external cause of damage, I wouldn't have added more injuries."
In the United States, thousands of miles away from Japan, it was night. Qin Feng, who had been meditating for more than ten hours, slowly stood up after performing another weekly exercise.
As Qin Feng opened his eyes, a flash of lightning seemed to flash in the dark room. This is exactly the realm of the legendary void room that generates light. It describes that after a person's cultivation reaches a certain level, his eyes will emit bright light.
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At this time, Qin Feng felt both annoyed and lucky. What was annoying was that he had been too decisive before, thinking that the meridians were blocked, and forced the acupoints with zhenqi, but it made the injury to his ears more serious.
Fortunately, after Qin Feng used his true energy to repair and nourish his ears, he could feel that his ears, which were originally unable to hear any sound, now had some faint hearing.
According to Qin Feng's estimation, he will be able to return to normal hearing in three to five days, but he doesn't know whether the injury to his ears will affect the improvement of his six senses.
"Today should be the main game of the Gambling King Competition, right? This injury really delayed the business..."
After walking out of the room and into the living room, Qin Feng glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. One of the most important purposes of his visit to the United States was completely forgotten.
"Huh? Brother Hao is here?"
Qin Feng, who was about to go out to get something to eat, suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his mind. Although he couldn't hear the footsteps outside the door, he knew that Chen Shihao had come to the door.
"Eh? Qin Feng, are you out?"
Just as Qin Feng had this idea in his mind, the door was opened from the outside, and Liu Zimo came in with Chen Shihao. He knew that Qin Feng couldn't hear the doorbell, so he put the key card on his body when he went out.
"Brother Hao, are you coming here so late because of the Gambling King Competition?" Qin Feng smiled, patted his belly and said, "I haven't eaten anything all day and night. Let me order a meal from the hotel first.
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"Okay, the steak rice in this hotel is pretty good." Chen Shihao nodded, picked up a meal for Qin Feng, and also ordered a bottle of French red wine.
"Qin Feng, are you okay?"
After putting down the phone, Chen Shihao looked at Qin Feng with concern. He didn't know that the turbulence of American gangs in the past few days was actually instigated by Qin Feng in front of him.
Qin Feng smiled and nodded, and said: "Brother Hao, it's okay. Don't worry, we will definitely get the title of Gambling King this time."
"That's good. The United States is in a bit of chaos during this period, but for us, it's a good opportunity."
Although Chen Shihao didn't know why there was a large-scale fight between the Mafia and the Yamaguchi-gumi, these two gangs both had a certain influence in Las Vegas and would have some impact on the progress of the Gambling King Contest.
But now the two gangs are fighting fiercely, and many people have died in various cities. Although the armed fighting has stopped now, they are still busy with wiping their butts for a while, and they probably can't take care of this gambling king competition.
Already.
The foreign gambling kings who originally had backgrounds in these two gangs no longer had the arrogance they once had. Instead, they looked to the contestants from small casinos in Southeast Asia. They shined brightly in the first game of yesterday's main event.
"Brother Hao, how is Henry doing today?" Qin Feng didn't want to talk more about the gang fight caused by him, so he changed the topic to the Gambling King Competition.
