The night in Tokyo is noisy. In the bustling capital city, there are always people who stay awake late at night. Sin and desire spread quietly on the moonless night, but all of this has nothing to do with Lu Mingfei and the others.
Thick soundproof walls separated the hustle and bustle below Takamagahara. After a few tired people chatted for a while, they quickly prepared to take a rest. Only Fingel was left fighting alone. In his words, if Lu Ming
If he had not inherited the Sheqi Eight Family, Fingel would have been shot ten times by the Secret Party with the things he had in his hands.
In a high-end apartment nearby, a gambling game between two people was unfolding. Su Enxi held a large cup of milk tea in her hand, looked at the image on the screen and asked:
"Do you think our little white rabbit will sleep in the girls' room or sleep with the boys?"
Mai Shutoku, who was arranging her equipment, did not answer. She was oiling the katana in her hand and polishing her favorite sword until it was shiny. She obviously did not intend to answer the conversation.
"That old guy is willing to let the little white rabbit do such a thing, tsk tsk, tsk tsk," Su Enxi then said to herself: "I didn't expect him to be so perverted."
"He was well protected by the Sheqi Eight Family, and even his face became fat." Mai Shutoku finally finished applying oil: "But it's hard to say what happens next. Tomorrow will be the most troublesome stage, and the boss..."
She opened her mouth, but finally stopped abruptly. The two of them looked at each other, as if they both thought of something, but neither said anything.
The two girls are both hybrids with high blood levels. With the blessing brought by the dragon blood, they also understood something. The existence, the boss of the two, might not let Lu Mingfei leave the island country so easily.
Mai Shutoku looked at the bustling night scene outside the window, and a rare panic appeared on her face. Then she hid all her emotions in her heart, squeezed out a smile and asked: "Mr. Ander's transformation technique, how can you
can you?"
"No," Su Enxi still looked careless. She took a sip of the pearl milk tea in the cup. The joy of the high-sugar drink made her involuntarily exhale a sweet milky breath: "That is definitely some kind of special technique.
.”
"Didn't you say you were his daughter?" Mai Jiude put the knife back into the scabbard and looked at Su Enxi who was slumped on the sofa next to her with red eyeshadow.
When the other party heard her words, she was obviously shocked: "It's not a daughter, it's a dependent. I'm not sure what this word means, but according to the dictionary, it means family."
"Then can you change my image so that I don't have to disguise myself?" Mai Shutoku asked, with a hint of expectation in her tone.
Su Enxi shook her head and said angrily: "It's really no good. If I could, I would have turned your pair of grapefruits into washboards."
But the girl was silent for a moment, and then said: "But... my mother seems to have taught me something."
As Su Enxi closed her eyes, she seemed to have returned to that sultry morning. Her mother's face had long been blurred, but she still remembered her mother's brass eyes and gentle smile.
"Enxi, come, do it with me..."
The girl slumped on the sofa made several beautiful arcs with her arms and made several weird movements with her hands. When she opened her eyes, a wisp of fire appeared from her fingers, burning quietly, and from time to time in the room.
beating in the breeze.
Mai Shutoku took out a box of cigarettes from her pocket, leaned over to light one, and held it in her mouth. Green smoke curled up, and she said in a lazy voice from her red lips: "It looks like I won't need to carry a lighter in the future.
.”
"You should take it with you. When the island country thing is over, I will buy you a limited edition Zippo." Su Enxi quietly crushed the flame in her hand. The flame was not hot at all, but very warm.
"Maybe I should go back to China," Su Enxi said blankly: "I feel that I am lonely now..."
Mai Shutoku did not answer, but said: "Let's prepare for tomorrow. I will go back and deal with the master of the Feng Mo family."
"Are you going to face him? What should you call him, master or senior brother?" Su Enxi looked at the computer and asked: "You should have been trained under him."
"No, I'm from the island country, we usually call him Sensei." Mai Shutoku looked at the katana at her feet: "I'm very grateful to him for teaching me what a ninja is."
While the two girls were chatting, the underworld of the island country was activated. They searched the surroundings from house to house and found a girl with red hair.
But Chu Tong and Chu Feng, who are currently resting in the Guandong branch, have no idea about all this.
The two brothers had been very tired these past two days. More than half of Tokyo's underworld was out of control. The two of them, with a small team of commissioners who were willing to cooperate, ran around Tokyo, acting as qualified firefighters.
The experiences of the two brothers were thus consumed in endless fire-fighting work, fighting against the disobedient gangsters and desperately trying to find traces of Deadpool. When they finally returned to the Kanto branch, they were already exhausted and resting
room.
Chu Tong still felt a little guilty about this. The Guandong branch was worthy of being the elite among the eight elite families of Sheqi. They had been on missions for several days in a row. This group of people didn't complain at all. Even after the two of them took a break, they still worked hard to go out in the field.
, which can be said to be dedicated to the family.
However, the exhausted two people did not realize that their loyal guards had been dispersed during the day's mission, and now the trustworthy people accompanying them...
not a single one.
In this restless night, the whole of Tokyo was moving. The dying beast of the Sheqi family was breathing hard. The once rigid order was slowly activated, and orders were passed around the two Chu brothers who were unfamiliar with their place of life. Like countless people in the past,
Same thing every time, mobilizing every available specialist.
Tokyo is big, but in many cases, it can be very small. The commissioners of the Sheqi Ba family analyzed the truck that was blown into a ball by Chu Zihang, analyzed the big hole he made, called in surveillance from various ways, and searched everywhere
There are traces of Lu Mingfei.
Chu Zihang didn't have that much time to cover his traces, or in other words, he didn't care about leaving traces, he just needed to cover up a little and buy a little time.
But things were destined not to go so smoothly. A rich woman from Gaotianyuan revealed Lu Mingfei's traces to the people of the Sheqi Ba family. But it was not his fault. It was because Ling's petite figure was too much for the Cowherd shop.
It was so conspicuous that the rich woman accidentally discovered the traces of several people.
So, that morning, black cars surrounded the nightclub in Takamagahara, and the elite members of the eight Sheqi families armed with pistols filed out of the cars and formed a wall of people at the door.
"Master Uesugi, have you had enough fun? It's almost time to go back." A woman in kimono stood at the door, knocked on the door, and said to herself.