In the bustling shopping street, two groups of people were confronting each other, and Sakurai Kogure was leaning on the bedside, looking at everything outside from the second-floor window. She was still wearing a mask and a matching hat. It was considered a standard outfit for a milk tea shop assistant.
Aso Zhen sat on a chair nearby, quietly sipping the milk tea in the cup, and his dark eyes curiously looked at the things in this room.
The room is very simple, with a pungent smell that has just been painted. A small bed and a desk are simply placed in this small room. There are several different books scattered on the desk, with a book on the top.
"Selected Island Myths" has a picture of an island warrior holding a sword on the cover.
Just like the two groups of gangsters confronting each other below.
"Sister, thank you, what's your name?" Aso seemed to have just remembered, and hurriedly bowed to the other party to thank him. She was really frightened just now, and even forgot to ask the name of the clerk in front of her.
"Kogure... Sakurai Kogure." The other party's voice was very soft, a little muffled because he was wearing a mask: "Quiet, it's about to begin."
Sakurai Kogure leaned against the bed, wearing a long-sleeved clerk uniform and white latex gloves on her hands. She looked very professional. She tilted her head and looked at the underworld where the conflict was getting more intense.
Now the streets outside have been cleared by gangsters, and the thugs have almost arrived. The Noda group with snake tattoos on their bodies is obviously a bit out of touch. A group of young people who have just graduated from high school are standing in front, topless | several in their fifties.
The 20-year-old uncle was surrounded in the middle, and he was obviously a commanding figure.
The people in the Ghost Head Club look much more formal. The tall adults wear black suits with shoulder pads and wear sunglasses to cover their bloodshot eyes. They line up in an orderly line and look very oppressive.
A few days ago, since the throat of a Wakazu (little boss) of the Noda-gumi was slit, this mafia group controlled by the Eight Sheki Family began its own difficult road to survival.
Now that their backbone has been cut off one by one by the Ghost Head Club, they can only use the young ghosts who have just graduated to support the scene. Surrounded by the crowd is an old man with a snake tattoo. He is in his fifties and wears a snake-print feather fabric.
, his hands were trembling so much that he could not hold the knife steadily.
His name is Noda Takeshi, the oldest member of the Noda-gumi, a first-generation brother of the Noda-gumi. The old man who survived that chaotic time can only use his trembling hands to protect the family now.
A road suddenly opened up among the men in black, and a yellow-haired man wearing a leopard-print suit walked out of the road. He was thin and had sunken cheeks. This sexy leopard-print suit looked baggy on his body.
"Hey, old man, where is that loser Noda Kozo?"
The man tilted his head downwards and looked provocatively at the old-fashioned Noda Takeshi in the crowd with bloodshot blue eyes through the slits of his sunglasses: "Isn't he afraid?"
"You are not allowed to say that, big brother!" A boy in front looked very excited. He had no tattoos, was wearing a high school uniform, and was carrying a schoolbag: "You guys are not allowed to touch the Noda-gumi's property. I, Noda Hisashi, will stop it.
Yours!"
"Hey, kid, you are very brave. This is not a cartoon for children. Listen up. Leave that kid behind later. I want to enjoy him."
Huang Mao licked his lips, revealing his jagged rotten teeth, but Noda Hisashi's reaction was more intense. He waved the schoolbag in his hand vigorously and threw it at Huang Mao.
Click!
The sound of the schoolbag falling to the ground was like the signal of a starting gun. The two sides who had just been facing each other tightened their muscles and began to rush towards each other. The yellow-haired man took out a pair of claw knives from his waist, and with a sinister smile, he drew deep blood marks on his opponent's body.
"ah……"
Upstairs, Aso Makoto was about to scream out in surprise when Sakurai Kogure covered her and made a silencing gesture at her mouth. It wasn't until Aso Makoto calmed down that she let go and pulled Aso Makoto up |
Come to bed.
The two of them knelt side by side on the bedside, looking through the window at the brutal fighting scene below. They happened to see Noda Takeshi's arm being torn off by yellow hair, which made Aso really look away and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
The Noda-gumi's front line was unexpectedly fragile. The Kitokai thugs really seemed to have the power of evil spirits. Those gangsters who had just graduated from high school were no match for them.
The most important thing is that the guys in the Guitouhui have no sense of martial ethics at all. They hit every move at the vital point. A few gangsters in the front row were decapitated immediately, and their blood flew up like a fountain.
It was so high that it scared everyone in the Noda group.
Taking advantage of that moment of pause, the Kitokai completely destroyed the Noda-gumi's front line, stepped over the corpses lying on the ground, and launched an inhuman massacre of the frightened gangsters behind them.
Aso Ma curled up on the bed, closed his eyes and blocked his ears, trying to keep himself away from the terrifying hell below as much as possible, while Sakurai Kogure showed an uncharacteristic smile. The state of the Ghost Club was not normal. She knew that the fish had finally taken the bait.
.
"Let's go, hurry up, Shou, run outside!" Noda Takeshi used his last strength to block Noda Shou, and then a white light flashed, and his throat had been cut open by the claw blade in the yellow-haired man's hand.
Noda Hisashi stumbled out and ran out. His eyes were covered with red. Blood was flowing on the stone slabs of the shopping street and sticking to the soles of Noda Hisashi's feet. In his ears, he heard the wanton ridicule of his enemies and the screams of his companions.
Run! Run! Run!
I must still be in a dream, having a nightmare, and I can wake up as long as I run toward the light.
It's coming, it's coming soon...
"Where are you going, kid."
Noda Hisashi's shoulder was grabbed, and a cold touch came from his throat, causing this high school student who yearned for the underworld to wake up instantly.
"Mom...I don't want to be a gangster anymore..."
"It's too late to think so now!"
The next moment, Huang Mao opened his teeth that were damaged by the anesthesia and bit Noda Shou's ear hard. He said that he should enjoy each other.
At the same time, something was wrong with the gangsters of the Ghost Head Group. They were breathing rapidly, and some took out the medicine bottles they carried with them, drank the potion in them, and then roared and chopped the enemies in front of them into two pieces.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Huang Mao turned around and saw his men kneeling on the ground and roaring in pain. He said impatiently: "I told you not to use medicine during a fight..."
He stopped mid-sentence when the men in front of him suddenly jumped up and threw Huang Mao down, with Noda Shou and everything under him, biting the opponent's throat like crazy.
At the last moment of his life, Huang Mao saw the flickering golden eyes of his men, and reluctantly breathed his last.
But this was not the end of the hunt. The irrational gangsters in the shopping street smelled the smell spreading in the air. It was so sweet that it made them salivate.
So they raised their heads and at the same time saw the woman leaning against the window on the second floor.