Chapter 927 Asaha Club
Shinjuku area.
The busiest main road in this area is already in a mess. There are hardly any passers-by walking on the road, and the popular shops on both sides of the road are all closed.
Even so, most of the doors of these closed shops have been smashed to pieces. On the street in the distance, a group of men wearing black hoods, armed with hammers and machetes, rushed into a bar laughing wildly, and smashed the only ones left on the counter. He snatched a few bottles of wine from him, and drank heavily on the main road.
The trash cans on the side of the road have been burnt to black, broken wine bottles, sunken bullet casings, pools of dried blood can be seen everywhere... hideous red Japanese characters have been smeared onto the walls, dirty and offensive words are everywhere. vocabulary.
Even on such a chaotic main street, there is still a shop with its door open.
This is a single-family building with a height of six floors. The exterior design perfectly combines modernity and Japanese courtyard style. Under the black and gold decoration, it is luxurious and grand.
This is currently the largest and most luxurious cowherd club in Japan.
It is also the only store in Shinjuku that is still operating normally.
——Asaba Club.
Commemorating and bringing everyone from the Shangxie Society, standing in front of this magnificent club, opened their mouths in shock...
Wei Dong scratched his head, and explained in a timely manner: "I know that setting a temporary base in a cowherd's shop will indeed damage our image of the evil society... But the current situation in the 'circle of people' is very complicated, except here, There are almost no places in Tokyo that can accommodate us, so we can only ask the president to make do with it..."
"Nice job!!!"
Wei Dong's voice hadn't finished yet, when Memorial suddenly turned his head, his eyes sparkled with excitement!
"Xiao Weidong! You really know me so well!!" She patted Wei Dong's shoulder heavily, gave him a thumbs up, and then rushed into the store quickly, chanting excitedly:
"Cowherd! Champagne! A supreme experience like a king! Here I come!!
Come on! I want ten! ! "
Seeing Memorial Yiqi Juechen rushing directly into the store, the remaining members of the Shangxie Society outside the door fell silent.
The man in the suit sighed, "Let's all go in, what are you still looking at here? Did you go crazy seeing the president for the first time?"
Everyone in the Shangxie Society coughed a few times and followed quickly.
As soon as they walked into the gate of the club and saw the situation inside, their expressions changed instantly.
Thousands of candles flickered in the blue and purple glazed lampshades, illuminating the entire club extremely brightly. At this moment, on the leather sofas scattered in the empty hall, more than a dozen handsome men in sequined costumes were holding submachine guns and guns. His mouth was aimed at the gate, as if he was ready to fire at any moment, his expression extremely calm.
On the suspended corridor on the second floor, the four snipers had already ambushed. Four red dots swayed on the face of Memorial who had just walked in, and finally gathered between her eyebrows.
Commemorative stood in front of many guns in a ragged windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Wisps of dangerous breath emanated from her body.
"This is not a place for you to make trouble." On the black leather sofa at the end, sat a cowherd in a blue sequined suit. speak calmly,
"Leave, Feng Ji's property...you can't afford it."
In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong stepped out quickly, his eyes swept over everyone on the field, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,
"Put your guns down...it's me."
Seeing Wei Dong, the cowherd in blue was taken aback for a moment, "Mr. Wei?"
"This is a misunderstanding. These are the temporary companions I mentioned to your Patriarch before." Wei Dong said, pointing at the members of the Shangxie Society behind him.
The cowboy in blue blinked his eyes, immediately hid the submachine gun and katana in his hand under the sofa, stood up from the sofa, coughed twice in embarrassment, and said to the people around him,
"Why are you still standing there? Put your weapons away! These are not rioters, but honored guests!"
Hearing these words, all the cowherds silently put away their guns, put on their signature smiles, and bowed apologetically to everyone in the Shangxie Society.
"I'm really sorry, the world is too chaotic recently, we have to be more careful... Besides, the expression of this lady who rushed in just now is too similar to those madmen who are suffering from mania, so..."
Memorial's expression became subtle.
Wei Dong briefly introduced the two parties, then took the members of the evil society upstairs and settled down in different rooms.
Lin Qiye and Jia Lan, who were seriously injured and unconscious, were also placed in a room by them. Although the medical equipment was not brought off the cruise ship, there were souvenirs, and it was only a trivial matter to reassemble the two sets with pixels.
After everything was settled, everyone in the evil society immediately got busy. Some people started to adjust the equipment they brought, some people started to get together and study something with a map of Japan, and some people vacated a room. Start setting up the conference room...
As the sun slanted towards the west, the dim sunlight fell on the spacious bedroom. Amidst the steady beeping of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
Exhaustion flooded into his heart like a tide. He lay on the bed in a dazed state for a long time before barely regaining consciousness. He stared blankly at the roof for a moment, then sat up with difficulty.
Not only was he mentally exhausted, but his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and his whole body was very weak. He looked around with a dazed look in his eyes.
Where is this?
He vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was on the sea in mist... How come he opened his eyes and found himself in the modern society again?
Has he returned to Daxia?
Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand, Tiancongyun sword was still being held in his palm, his chest was still aching, the wound pierced by the sword had not completely healed, there was still a two centimeter deep wound engraved on his chest, if Looking carefully, one could see a faint golden light flowing deep in his wound.
"Is it a miracle..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself, stroking his chest with his right hand.
It is impossible for the wounds left by the Tiancongyun sword to heal by itself, just like Wu Xiangnan back then, only a miracle can repair the sword marks left in the flesh and blood.
During the period when he was unconscious, the [Mortal God Realm] that he had tried his best to open earlier was still functioning, slowly repairing the sword wound, otherwise Lin Qiye would have died long ago with such an unhealable penetrating wound .
And his current mental and physical exhaustion should be the sequelae of [Mortal God Realm] actively absorbing mental power to maintain miracles under unconscious circumstances, resulting in mental power overdraft.
