"The Sword Master is trapped in the mirror world. If he fights the Oracle at this time, he will definitely be at a disadvantage."
The moment he heard these words, the yellow-robed oracle stopped, looked back at the empty wasteland again, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Xiao Jin, who was standing at the window and watching him nervously, suddenly changed his expression.
"When I first walked into this road, you used the light to hypnotize me?" The Yellow Robe Oracle looked at the street light above his head, a look of understanding appeared in his eyes, and he sneered and said, "It's a pity that you can confuse my sight and hearing, but you can't confuse my spiritual perception."
After saying that, the yellow-robed oracle took a step forward, a faint yellow light appeared on his right fist, and he smashed heavily into the empty wasteland in front of him!
boom!!!
Dozens of cars are speeding on the dark streets.
Shen Qingzhu sat in the leading car, quietly watching the rain falling outside, as if he was in deep thought.
Beside him, the gray-haired Ken Asakura couldn't help but look at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes full of admiration and respect. He had been in the underworld for so many years, but had never seen such a courageous leader.
He personally led people all the way from Kyoto to Osaka, and gave them two days to investigate the deployment of the Samukawa family. After obtaining the deployment map, he attacked decisively and personally participated in the battle, killing the legendary young master of the Samukawa family with two shots.
As soon as the young patriarch died, the Kankawa family in Tokyo basically collapsed. The current old patriarch is seriously ill and can't cause any trouble at all. Next, when the Black Killing Group marches into Kanto, they will surely be unstoppable!
In just one year, he led the Black Killing Group from being a local snake in Osaka to become a gangster giant that could intimidate the whole of Japan. The man sitting next to him is a gangster legend!
Shen Qingzhu noticed Ken Asakura's gaze, but ignored him. He was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye taught him in his mind, fearing that he would forget it in a moment.
Sizzle!!
There was a sharp sound of brakes, and everyone in the car was jolted forward by inertia.
Asakura Ken, who nearly crashed into the front seat, yelled, "Asshole! How do you drive? Don't you know how to drive more steadily?!"
In the driver's seat, the driver swallowed his saliva, pointed at the street ahead, and spoke tremblingly:
"But, but the Oracle is in front!!"
Ken Asakura was stunned and turned to look forward, only to see that the originally smooth traffic had been completely blocked. Cars stopped in the middle of the road. All the drivers and passengers ran out of the cars, knelt beside the vehicles, and greeted the man in red robe coming from the other side of the road.
Not only this car, but all the cars of the Black Kill Group were stuck here, blocking the road.
"God's Oracle"
The moment he saw the man in red robe, Asakura Ken's angry expression disappeared, replaced by unprecedented panic. He picked up the intercom and shouted:
"Get off the bus! Everyone get off the bus! Welcome the Oracle!!"
In fact, he didn't even need to shout, as most of the Black Killer Team members had already quickly gotten out of the car, facing the direction where the red-robed man was coming from, and knelt on the ground respectfully.
Ken Asakura opened the car door and got out in the heavy rain, looking at the red-robed oracle with a look of fear. This old veteran who had dominated the Osaka underworld for decades and a senior official of the Black Killing Group knelt down in front of the oracle without the slightest hesitation.
His forehead was pressed against the ground.
The Black Killing Group, which had just defeated the Samukawa family, killed Samukawa Tsukasa, and was planning to lead all the Japanese underworld, now knelt on the ground respectfully like a tide, without any hostility or arrogance anymore. At this moment, they were no longer tigers, but a group of docile sheep.
It’s because the person kneeling in front of them represents God.
They are indeed gangsters, and they do represent evil, but they are also believers in gods. It's just that the gods they believe in are not as gentle as the God of Fortune.
The red-robed oracle's gaze swept lightly over these people, without any emotion fluctuation in his eyes. In his eyes, these kneeling gangsters and ordinary passers-by were the same.
As long as they have not reached the level of fierce ghosts, they will not have much impact on the order of this world. The affairs of the ants should be left to the ants themselves to deal with.
The red-robed oracle swept his eyes around and locked onto a certain car, frowning slightly.
At this moment, Asakura Ken finally realized something. He glanced around and was stunned for a while, then confusion and shock appeared in his eyes:
Where's the team leader?!
Creak, creak—
The rain poured down on the car windows, but was swept away by the quickly sliding wipers. Behind the misty windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, looking at the members of the Black Killing Group kneeling on the ground around him, his brows slightly furrowed.
He opened the car door and walked out slowly.
The black leather shoes stepped into the puddle beside the car, creating ripples. Shen Qingzhu, wearing the flowing cloud feather robe that symbolized her status as the team leader, stood quietly in the rain, staring at the man in the red robe who was being bowed to by everyone.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Team leader! Kneel down quickly! That is the oracle!" Ken Asakura knelt beside Shen Qingzhu and spoke in a low voice.
Shen Qingzhu just stood there, seemingly oblivious to Ken Asakura's reminder. In the silent street, only Shen Qingzhu, wearing a flowing cloud feather robe, and the red-robed oracle stood face to face.
"Why don't you kneel?" The red-robed oracle looked at Shen Qingzhu and spoke lightly.
Shen Qingzhu looked at him coldly, seemingly having no intention of answering. Her slightly narrowed eyes were filled with an extremely sharp gaze.
The red-robed oracle frowned, and a red halo emerged from his left eye, instantly locking onto Shen Qingzhu who was standing in the rain, as if trying to identify his identity.
"Facial recognition is retrieving the identity code but failed. No such person exists."
The electronic sound echoed in the mind of the red-robed oracle. He was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Are you an intruder?"
The fact that no information about him could be found in the Pure Land meant that the other party was not Japanese. Coupled with the invaders' "tradition" of not kneeling when meeting an oracle, the red-robed oracle instantly guessed Shen Qingzhu's identity.
Shen Qingzhu still didn't answer.
He shifted his gaze away from the red-robed oracle and looked at the other Black Killer Group members who were kneeling on the ground as respectfully as ants. His face darkened slightly and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.
In the rain,
He looked at the Oracle, slowly raised his hand, and lightly stroked the surface of his neck with the tip of his thumb, and made a throat-wiping gesture with a cold look.
"Kurus." (Kill)