Chapter 737: Curtain Call
After hearing Lin Qiye's plan, An Qingyu couldn't help asking:
"This plan is really crazy... Is it necessary for us to go to this point?"
"It is necessary." Lin Qiye glanced at Baili Pangpang, who was still sleeping, and said calmly, "I'm fine, you have been in this country for two years, lurking, hiding, planning... We have been here for too long The mouse has been dormant for too long, and it is time to leave now. Of course, all the debts owed before must be recovered.
Moreover, Baili Pangpang's deep sleep, Cao Yuan's imprisonment, these accounts...we haven't settled with them yet.
Now that you have decided to do it, then do it with a big vote!
Let this country always remember the existence of our [Night Curtain].
The oracle dared to hurt anyone in our team...
then we,
Turn everything about them upside down! "
Lin Qiye stood there, looking at the city outside the window, with a cold light in his eyes.
"... I see, I will start to act now."
An Qingyu hung up the phone.
He stood by the French window on the edge of [Pure Land], looking at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Qingyu, what happened?" Jiang Er floated to his side, "All the data has been uploaded, and all the equipment has been shut down. You can start the self-destruct procedure of [Pure Land] at any time..."
"You don't need to blow yourself up, at least not now." An Qingyu pushed his glasses, he looked down at the super city under his feet, the corners of his mouth slightly raised,
"Our curtain call performance in this country is about to begin..."
...
In the private room of the clubhouse.
Amamiya Haruki sat cross-legged on the ground with [Yubeng] on her knees, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was meditating.
There were two knocks on the door, and a moment later, the door was pushed open. Lin Qiye stood outside the door, and said seriously to Yugong Haruki:
"Yu Gong, lend me [Yu Beng]."
Amamiya Haruki opened his eyes and looked at Lin Qiye with doubts in his eyes, but even so, he still did not hesitate at all, and simply handed the dark blue long knife on his knee to Lin Qiye before speaking. asked:
"What do you want to do?"
Lin Qiye took [Yubeng] and smiled slightly, "Go and clear the last obstacle for you."
Amamiya Haruki froze in place.
Before he could figure out what Lin Qiye meant, Lin Qiye seemed to have thought of something, and spoke again:
"By the way...your friend, Yoshiki Furuhara...how is his temper?"
"Temper?" Haruki Amamiya was even more puzzled, "Why are you asking this? Although he is weird, he actually has a pretty good temper..."
"Do you hold a grudge?"
"...don't hold grudges."
"Oh, all right."
Lin Qiye nodded, and disappeared in place in a flash.
Amamiya Haruki looked blankly at the empty room in front of him, recalled the inexplicable conversation just now, and began to wonder if he hadn't woken up...
...
"Ishou Yuu, right?"
Lin Qiye came to the office of the club, saw the figure standing outside the door, and asked.
When Jing Shouyu saw Lin Qiye, he immediately greeted Lin Qiye respectfully, "Yes, Boss Qiye, do you have any orders?"
Lin Qiye was the honored guest of the big team leader, and also the guest of honor of the entire black killing team. Jing Shouyu didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest.
"I need you to use the plane to help me send someone to Tokyo." Lin Qiye said calmly.
airplane?
give away?
Ishouyu's expression became troubled.
The black killing team does have a plane, and the one that Shen Qingzhu flew from Osaka is nearby, but only the team leader has the right to transfer this kind of thing. Lin Qiye is just a guest after all. Still not entitled to use that plane if allowed...
"Boss Qiye, does the group leader know about this?"
"do not know."
"In this case, we may not be very good..."
"But if you don't send it, your team leader may die in Tokyo." Lin Qiye directly interrupted Jing Shouyu.
Jing Shouyu froze in place.
"Boss Qiye, what do you mean by that?" His brows suddenly frowned.
"Your group leader, in order to keep you little brothers alive, went to Tokyo alone overnight to kill the oracle." Lin Qiye briefly explained what happened, "I think you should have guessed that the group leader is not from this world. who came from another distant country...
But here, his strength cannot be fully displayed.
If we don't help him, he will probably die in Tokyo, and your black killing team will completely lose this big team leader in the future..."
Jing Shouyu is like a lightning strike!
He stared blankly at Lin Qiye for a long time. The picture of Shen Qingzhu talking under the moonlight last night resurfaced in his mind again. He seemed to understand something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"It turned out to be like this..."
Jing Shouyu muttered to himself, he took a step back suddenly, knelt down in front of Lin Qiye, pressed his forehead heavily on the ground, and shouted loudly:
"I'm going to help you prepare the plane!
I will mobilize all the people in the black killing team in Kanto to help the big team leader! But it will take a while to prepare, before that...
Please,
Be sure to save the big team leader!
Really really please! ! "
Jing Shouyu knocked his head on the ground several times in a row, and waited until his forehead was flushed, then stood up from the ground, sprinting towards the outside of the clubhouse at the fastest speed in his life!
Lin Qiye looked at his leaving back, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional in his heart.
In the eyes of these gangsters, Shen Qingzhu's status is really high...
"Qiye, I'm ready."
Jia Lan was wearing a dark blue Han robe, carrying a black box containing [Tianque], her long black hair was tied up with a red rope, and she walked quickly from the other end of the corridor.
"Well," Lin Qiye nodded, "Before I go to Tokyo, I still have one thing to bring back, so I can only let you go first... How is Fat Pang?"
"Still the same, no signs of waking up."
"……All right."
Lin Qiye sighed, "After a while, Jing Shouyu will take you to the plane, I'll go first."
"Well, see you in Tokyo."
Jialan nodded obediently.
With three knives hanging from his waist, Lin Qiye walked to the parking lot outside the clubhouse, picked a car at random, and galloped towards a remote area in Hokkaido!
at this time.
In a private room of the clubhouse.
Baili Pangpang, who was lying quietly on the bed and sleeping, suddenly had a ray of white light flowing from his abdomen, slowly connecting every vein in him like a river, and his whole body was immersed in this white light.
Inside his dantian, a jade ruyi was slowly spinning.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly.
