Chapter 622: Division Hanchuan
Since getting [Zhanbai], Lin Qiye seldom used these two night watchman straight knives, and only used them as a medium when using reverse summoning magic, but here, reverse summoning magic can't be used either , not to mention that now Lin Qiye already has a more flexible [Dark Night Twinkle] as a substitute.
But now [Zhanbai] has been cut off, Lin Qiye can only use these two straight knives again, fighting the enemy with bare hands is not his style.
"Kill the knife master first!" The underworld member roared.
The dozen or so gangsters who survived raised their hands at the same time, aimed at Lin Qiye and pulled the trigger, dense bullets flew out from the muzzle and shot straight at Lin Qiye's body.
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly, he held two knives in his hand, and his figure shuttled between the bullets like a ghost. With his current speed, the bullets of conventional thermal weapons could not hit him at all.
Those underworld members only felt a blur before their eyes. The target they were aiming at had already flashed in front of them. Two sword lights flashed by. The guns in their hands had been cut into two pieces of scrap iron. At the same time, a line of scarlet blood appeared in front of them. between the necks.
They only felt that their eyes were darkened, and they completely lost consciousness.
As Lin Qiye walked away, there were fewer and fewer underworld members standing on the bridge. When there were only three people left, Lin Qiye just cut off the guns in their hands and kicked them. He flew to the bridge and was completely dizzy.
Dozens of scrapped cars burned into fireballs on the bridge deck, black smoke billowed into the sky, and sirens sounded one after another in the distance, approaching here quickly.
With such a commotion on the Yamazaki Bridge, the police will naturally not be unresponsive, but by the time they arrive, everything should be over.
Lin Qiye put the two straight knives into the black box, calmly walked to the side of the bridge, glanced at the approaching police car on the street under the bridge, and picked up a subdued gang member.
"I ask, you answer."
"Asshole! Don't be too arrogant, you guy, we won't..."
Click!
A crisp sound came from his neck, his head tilted, his eyes became dizzy, and Lin Qiye threw him to the ground.
He walked up to the second underworld member and spoke again:
"I ask, you answer."
"..."
...
somewhere in Osaka.
Mr. Jing took the walkie-talkie and walked through the colorful modern corridor. The faint roar of heavy metal came from the end of the corridor. On the walls on both sides of the corridor, several large characters were outlined in neon characters.
——Girtte.
This is one of the most famous nightclubs in Osaka, and it is also owned by the powerful underworld gang in Kansai.
Mr. Jing walked to the door of a luxurious private room at the deepest part of the corridor, reached out and knocked on the door lightly, and then walked in.
As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of blood rushed over. In the modern private room, blood gathered on the ground like a vast ocean. On the spacious and comfortable couch, five or six corpses were lying on their backs, with blood on their necks. A hideous knife mark.
These people are all cadres of the ghost fire society.
Next to these corpses, a middle-aged man sat there calmly, with his left arm around Takuya Ishizuka, the president of the will-o'-the-wisp club, who had turned into a cold corpse, and a glass of champagne in his right hand, shaking gently, dense bubbles rose in the wine , exuding a blurred brilliance under the illumination of the magic lights in the private room.
He raised his wine glass, took a sip, and looked at Mr. Jing who walked in with his indifferent eyes.
"What's up?"
"Young master, something happened to the people we sent to chase Yurina." Mr. Jing said respectfully, "It seems that a Futsu sword master took action and intercepted them all on the Yamazaki Bridge, and they are still fighting."
"Waitsu Swordsman?" The middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Is it Haruki Amamiya?"
"No, it didn't rain at the scene, and we got information from the Osaka Police Department that his name is 'Asaba Nanaya', but the number and contact information he left are all fake, and there is no such person."
"Besides Haruki Amamiya, someone else is eyeing the Yuli family..." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, "Did the descendants of the Yuli family leave that bridge?"
"He left, but his whereabouts are currently unknown."
The middle-aged man slowly put down the champagne in his hand, "I'll go meet him, you will take over the will-o'-the-wisp club...you know what to do, right?"
"Take over all their properties in Osaka and use them as a temporary stronghold for our family. Those lower-level gang members of the Will-o'-the-wisp society will use what they can, and kill those who can't. In addition, continue to annex the surrounding small gangs, and do a good job with the black killing team. Be prepared for head-to-head encounters." Mr. Jing seemed to have thought of everything long ago.
The middle-aged man nodded, and just sat up from the sofa when the walkie-talkie in Mr. Jing's hand suddenly lit up.
A faint electric sound sounded, and a young man's voice came from it.
"Hi there."
Mr. Jing frowned, and looked at the middle-aged man, who raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised.
After a long time, the young man's voice sounded again: "I know you are listening."
The middle-aged man walked unhurriedly to Mr. Jing, took the walkie-talkie from him, pressed the button, and said calmly:
"Hello, Asaba Nanaya?"
"Should I call you Mr. Jing, or the young master of the Hanchuan family, Secretary Hanchuan?"
The eyes of the middle-aged man narrowed slightly.
...
Yamazaki Bridge.
On the edge of the burning bridge, Lin Qiye was holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, staring into the distance with his eyes, his black windbreaker swaying gently in the wind.
"It seems that the trash on the bridge is dead." The voice of Han Chuansi came out from the intercom, "What are you trying to do with the intercom? Declaring war? Provoking? Or declaring the ownership of the descendants of the Yuli family? Want us to give up early?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, his brain running rapidly.
"That's right." He said calmly, "I just want to tell you that Yurina and everything on her are mine. If you still want to get involved, I'll kill as many as you want."
There was a pause on the other side of the walkie-talkie, and the voice of Sarukawa gradually became cold:
"Although I don't know who you are, if you want to swallow the hidden king's blood on her body and the whereabouts of the knife, your appetite is too big...be careful to support yourself."
Hidden royal blood?
That knife?
Lin Qiye's cliché this time successfully obtained important information from Han Chuansi. Although he didn't know what the two refer to, at least he had a clue.
As one of the two major underworld families in the Kanto region, the Samukawa family can make its young patriarch say "be careful to support yourself to death", which shows that these two things in Yurina are indeed very important.
After Lin Qiye considered for a moment, he sneered:
"Do you think I'm afraid?"
