Chapter 653 Kurus
The moment he heard these words, the oracle in yellow robe stopped in his tracks, looked back at the empty wasteland again, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xiao Jin, who stood in front of the window and watched him nervously, changed his expression.
"Did you use light to hypnotize me when I first walked on this road..." The oracle in yellow robe glanced at the street light above his head, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "It's a pity ...You can confuse my vision, but you can't confuse my spiritual perception."
After finishing speaking, the yellow-robed oracle took a step forward, a light yellow gleam appeared in his right fist, and he slammed heavily towards the empty wasteland in front of him!
boom--! ! !
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On the streets at night, dozens of cars are speeding.
Shen Qingzhu sat in the leading car, quietly watching the rain falling outside, as if in deep thought.
Beside him, Kenmasa Asakura, with gray temples, couldn't help looking at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes were full of admiration and admiration. He had been in the underworld for so many years, and he had never seen such a courageous leader.
He personally led people all the way from Kyoto to Osaka, and restricted them to spend two days investigating the deployment of the Hanchuan family. After getting the deployment map, he attacked decisively and personally participated in the battle, killing the legendary young girl of the Hanchuan family with two shots. Patriarch.
As soon as the young patriarch died, most of the Hanchuan family in Tokyo basically collapsed. The current old patriarch was seriously ill and couldn't make any troubles at all. Next, their black killing team marched into Kanto, and it must be like a broken bamboo!
In just one year, he led the black killing team from a local snake in Osaka to a mafia giant capable of deterring the whole of Japan. The person sitting next to him is a legend of the mafia!
Shen Qingzhu noticed Asakura Ken's gaze, but he didn't care about him. Now he was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye taught him in his mind, for fear that he would forget it in a while.
Sting -! !
There was a sharp brake sound, and under the action of inertia, everyone in the car swayed forward.
Asakura Ken, who almost hit the front seat, yelled: "Asshole! How do you drive? Don't you know how to be more stable?!"
In the driver's seat, the driver swallowed, pointed to the street ahead, and said tremblingly:
"But, but... the oracle is ahead!!"
Ken Asakura was taken aback, and turned his head to look forward, only to see that the originally smooth traffic had been completely blocked, a car stopped halfway, all the drivers and passengers got out of the car, knelt down beside the car, and greeted them. Watching the man in the red robe walking from the other side of the road.
Not only this car, but all the cars of the Black Killing Team were blocked here, completely blocking the road.
"God... oracle..."
The moment he saw the man in the red robe, Ken Asakura's angry face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented panic. He picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted:
"Get out of the car! Everyone get out of the car! Greetings to the oracle!!"
In fact, without him yelling at all, most of the members of the black killing team quickly got out of the car, facing the direction where the man in the red robe was coming, and respectfully knelt down on the ground.
Asakura Ken was drenched in the heavy rain, opened the car door and walked down, looking at the red-robed oracle with fear in his eyes, this old man who has dominated the Osaka underworld for decades, a senior cadre of the black killing team, without the slightest hesitation, Kneel down before the oracle.
His forehead was pressed against the ground.
Just now they defeated the Han Chuan family, killed Su Chuan, and planned to lead the underworld gang in Japan. At this moment, they knelt down on the ground respectfully like a tide, without the slightest hostility and arrogance. At this moment, they It is no longer a tiger, but a group of docile sheep.
It was because the person kneeling in front of them represented a god.
They are indeed gangsters, and they do represent evil, but they are also believers in gods, but the gods they believe in are not as gentle gods as Fushen...
The eyes of the red-robed oracle swept across these people lightly, without the slightest emotion in his eyes. In his opinion, these kneeling gangsters are the same as those ordinary passers-by.
As long as they don't reach the level of [Fierce Ghost], they won't have too much impact on the order of this world, and the ants will be left to deal with the ants themselves.
The red-robed oracle glanced around, locked on a certain car, and frowned slightly.
At this moment, Ken Asakura finally realized something. He glanced around from the corner of his eye, and after a long pause, puzzlement and shock appeared in his eyes:
What about the team leader? !
Creak, creak—
The rain poured on the car windows, but was swept away by the fast sliding wipers. Behind the foggy windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, looking at the members of the black killing team who were kneeling on the ground around him, frowning slightly rise.
He opened the car door and walked down slowly.
The black leather shoes stepped on the puddle beside the car, causing ripples. Shen Qingzhu was wearing the Liuyun feather weaving that symbolized the status of the group leader, and stood quietly in the rain, staring at the man in the red robe that everyone was kneeling.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Team leader! Kneel quickly! That's the oracle!" Ken Asakura knelt beside Shen Qingzhu and said in a low voice.
Shen Qingzhu just stood there, as if he hadn't heard Asakura Ken's reminder. In the quiet street, only Shen Qingzhu in Liuyun feather weaving stood facing the red robe oracle.
"You...why don't you kneel?" The red-robed oracle stared at Shen Qingzhu and said lightly.
Shen Qingzhu looked at him indifferently, as if she had no intention of answering, her slightly narrowed eyes were extremely sharp.
The red-robed oracle frowned, and a red halo emerged from his left eye, instantly locked onto Shen Qingzhu standing in the rain, as if to identify his identity.
"Facial recognition...retrieving the identity code...retrieving failed, no such person can be found."
The electronic sound echoed in the mind of the red-robed oracle. He was slightly taken aback, as if he had thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Are you an intruder?"
If you can't find his information in [Pure Land], it means that the other party is not Japanese. Coupled with the "tradition" of intruders not to kneel when they see the oracle, the red-robed oracle guessed Shen Qingzhu's intention in an instant. identity.
Shen Qingzhu still didn't answer.
He turned his eyes away from the red-robed oracle, and looked at the other subordinates of the black killing team who were respectful like ants kneeling on the ground.
in the rain,
He looked at the oracle, slowly raised his hand, brushed the tip of his thumb across the surface of his neck, and made a gesture of wiping his throat with cold eyes...
"Kurus."
