Chapter 637 Invitation From The Black Killing Team

At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today's search mission, returned to the gate of the Black Indus Club on time, and Amemiya Haruki had been waiting here for a long time.

The two pretended that they had just returned from drinking, walked up the stairs, chose an empty private room to sit down, and locked the door behind them.

"I found some problems." Amamiya Haruki sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.

"what?"

"Today, when I was searching the territory of the Ogre Society in the west, I found a few suspicious people who have been hovering outside the property of the Ogre Society, sneaking around, as if they were looking for information." Haruki Amamiya said seriously, " Moreover, I found that the ghost fire society has been completely wiped out, and it has become the shelter of the Hanchuan family."

"Is there someone else secretly spying on the Hanchuan family's deployment?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"It should be, and the other party is organized and disciplined, and the division of labor is very clear, unlike those small gangs that fish in troubled waters can do it."

Not a small gang...

"Could it be the black killing team?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"Kansai is originally the territory of the black assassination team. The Hanchuan family stretched their hands here, and their actions are still so arrogant. The black assassination team cannot swallow their anger. If it is said that the people of the black assassination team are secretly investigating the deployment of the Hanchuan family, prepare It is also very possible to attack them."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "If the Black Killing Team wants to take action against the Hanchuan family, it would be a good thing for us."

"It's certainly a good thing for someone to muddy the waters of Osaka, but the premise is that they can't go too far, otherwise, once Mr. Suzukawa uses the Futsu Knife, it may affect our plan instead.

After all... the knife in Han Chuansi's hand is not something a group of gangsters can handle. "

"By the way, what's the name of his knife? Why can it cause such a large-scale damage from such a long distance?" Lin Qiye couldn't help asking, recalling the bridge-slashing knife that fell from the sky.

"The fifth of the nine knives of Mitsujin, [Black Rope], within a range of 30 kilometers around the sword owner, as long as a coordinate is given, the projection of the blade body can be cut off within the coordinate range, causing terrifying damage."

Haruki Amamiya paused, and continued, "By the way, the ranking of Futsu Nine Swords is not based on strength, but the order in which they were forged, so it doesn't mean that the higher the ranking, the stronger it is."

Lin Qiye nodded, "In other words, as long as he doesn't know our coordinates, [Black Rope] can't pose a threat."

"That's right."

"Let's just wait and see what happens, and see how far this gangster group and the Hanchuan family can fight." Lin Qiye looked out the window at the street that was gradually being illuminated by the sun, and said slowly.

...

Due to the problem of business hours, everyone in Hei Wutong's life has been completely reversed. They sleep during the day, wake up in the afternoon, and prepare to open for business at night.

At dusk, Xiao Jin lazily walked out of his room, saw Uncle Kyosuke standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said hello.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Kyosuke."

"Xiao...Xiao Jin..." Uncle Kyosuke stood stiffly in front of the French window, looking downstairs, his body trembling slightly, "We...seems like something happened?"

Xiao Jin was taken aback.

He stepped to the window, looked down, and the tiger's body shook!

I saw four or five black cars neatly parked downstairs at the entrance of the Black Indus Club. A dozen fierce men in black surrounded the gate. The front of the car headed by a man in his fifties The sinister middle-aged man was sitting on the headlights, with a cigarette in his left hand, and looked upstairs indifferently.

"I'm Ken Asakura, the leader of the black killing team. I'll give you a minute to come down and open the door. Otherwise, we'll open it for you."

A strong man beside him took out an ax from the trunk of the car and stood in front of the gate with a ferocious smile on his lips.

"Open the door! Open the door for them quickly! The door I spent a lot of money to decorate can't be ruined like this!"

Uncle Kyosuke quickly made a decision and ran down the stairs quickly. Out of his professionalism, he instinctively straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and opened the door with a smile.

The group of strong men surrounded the gate, turned their heads to look at Ken Asakura sitting in the front of the car, waiting for his order.

I saw Ken Asakura walking unhurriedly, walking to the gate of the Black Indus Club, his indifferent eyes with hidden murderous intent stared at Uncle Kyosuke's eyes, patted his shoulder, and said slowly:

"Don't panic, we are here this time to give you money."

Ken Asakura looked back at his subordinates, who immediately understood and opened the black box in his hand, inside was a neat box of banknotes.

Uncle Kyosuke and Xiao Jin froze in place at the same time.

...

After a few minutes.

In the private room, more than a dozen members of the black killing team stood by the door like a wall, and Ken Asakura sat alone on the big sofa in the private room, looking calmly at Uncle Kyosuke and Xiaojin sitting opposite him.

Uncle Kyosuke is fine. After all, he is old and has experienced storms. At this moment, he did not lose his composure when facing the leader of the largest gangster organization in Osaka. Instead, he sat there upright, with a warm smile like a professional cowherd on the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, Xiao Jin was more frightened. He sat there timidly, avoiding Asakura Ken's gaze, and his forehead was sweating a little.

"...I think I've made my intentions clear, haven't I?"

Asakura Ken pushed the black box full of banknotes on the table to Uncle Kyosuke, and said lightly:

"Recently, the ones in your store... Asaha and Amamiya are the two hottest cowherds in Osaka, as long as you are willing to lend them to me to accompany the leader of our black killing team for a while, The money is all yours.

In addition, from now on, your Black Indus Club will be under the protection of our Black Assassination Team, and there is no need to pay protection fees. Anyone who dares to make trouble in your store will be an enemy of our Black Assassination Team.

I think my sincerity is enough... What do you think? Manager of Kyosuke? "

Uncle Kyosuke stared at the box full of banknotes on the table and fell silent.

Outside the private room.

Yurina yawned and walked down the stairs step by step. Seeing that there was no one in the restaurant on the second floor, she seemed a little puzzled.

Just as she was about to say something, a palm covered her mouth.

Yurina turned her head in horror, only to see Lin Qiye standing beside her, stretching out her index finger, and made a "shh" gesture to her.

Seeing Lin Qiye's face clearly, Yurina suddenly became quiet, blinked her eyes, and her pupils were full of doubts.

Beside Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki walked quietly to the door of the private room like a ghost, listening to the conversation in the private room, narrowing her eyes slightly.