Kyoto.
Under the dark night, the mountains in the suburbs were outlined vaguely in the moonlight. On the winding road around the mountain, a black Hummer was shuttling between the dim street lights, heading towards the top of the mountains.
After driving for an unknown amount of time, a dark iron door appeared in front of the bright car lights. Several figures in black stood in front of the door, letting the car lights shine on them, standing there like a rock, motionless.
The Hummer stopped obediently in front of the iron gate. The leading figure in black walked to the car and said calmly:
"identity."
The rear window of the Hummer rolled down, and Asakura looked into the man's eyes and showed his name tag.
"Assassin of the Black Assassination Group, Wakatou, leader of the Osaka Yamamoto Group, Ken Asakura."
"What are you doing here?"
"Meet the team leader, there are things that need to be decided by him."
The man carefully compared Asakura Ken's appearance, nodded, returned the name tag to the other person, took two steps back, and bowed deeply.
"please."
Under the cover of night, the dark iron door slowly opened, and the figures blocking the door stepped out of the way. The Hummer stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove towards the luxurious manor on the top of the mountain.
A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the main entrance of the manor. The driver got out and opened the door for Ken Asakura. The latter adjusted his clothes with a solemn expression and walked towards the manor with the driver and an assistant.
The leader of the underworld he was about to meet was the third leader since the establishment of the underworld, and he was also a legendary figure in the Japanese underworld.
A year ago, the underworld in the Kansai region was like a mess. Although there were many powerful underworld gangs, they were all busy with their own turf battles and industrial development, and there was no success at all. Compared with the two super families in Kanto, They are simply a bunch of inferior shrimps.
At that time, the Black Killing Group was only one of the three major gangs in Kyoto. Although it had some status in the underworld, it could only go so far.
It was at that time that this big team leader suddenly appeared. From an ordinary gangster who appeared out of nowhere, with a few subordinates, he just wiped out the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the Black Killing Group become a gang leader. First in Kyoto.
This young man who suddenly appeared was appreciated by the second-generation team leader, who quickly promoted him to the top of the assassination group. After he gained status in the group, he let go of his hands and led a group of subordinates to... The unstoppable trend broke through the large mafia gangs in other areas of Kansai, allowing the gang's status in Kansai to soar like a rocket, and eventually became the leader of the mafia in Kansai.
Two months ago, the second-generation leader passed away due to illness. This young man was appointed to become the third-generation leader of the Black Killing Team. It can be said that it was expected by everyone.
Ken Asakura has only met the group leader twice. Once was when he took people to Osaka to defeat the Yamamoto group a year ago, and once was at the ceremony where the other party succeeded to become the group leader. The aura of the underworld leader was something he could never forget.
While considering the speech of the group leader, Ken Asakura walked to a closed Japanese door.
"Please come in." The man leading the way made a "please" gesture to Ken Asakura.
Ken Asakura adjusted his clothes one last time, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Behind the door is a spacious hall with a layer of tatami mats on the floor. More than two hundred men and women are kneeling neatly on both sides of the room. The men are uniformly wearing black kimonos, and the women are uniformly wearing black sleeves, white socks and wooden clogs. He looked calmly at Ken Asakura who walked in.
In the center of the hall, a young man wearing a flowing cloud feather that symbolizes the status of the group leader was sitting there casually, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, an old-fashioned silver lighter in his palm, and gently lit a cigarette. A cluster of fire.
The dancing firelight lit the cigarette, and he took a puff. The hazy smoke filled the air, and his sharp and deep eyes narrowed slightly.
On his right middle finger and ring finger, he wears two rings, one black and one white.
The moment Asakura Ken's eyes met the young man's eyes, his heart trembled slightly. The young man also had this look when he led his people to defeat the Yamamoto group in Osaka.
He calmed down, walked to the center of the hall, and half-knelt on the ground.
"Assassin of the Black Assassination Group, Wakatou, the leader of the Yamamoto Group, Ken Asakura, I have met the senior leader."
The young man held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him quietly without any intention of speaking. The atmosphere in the entire hall was dead and depressing.
In this deathly silence, Asakura Ken's psychological pressure increased again. He felt the young man's sharp gaze, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
"Team leader, I am here to report something to you. A few days ago, the Hanchuan family in Kanto sent someone."
Ken Asakura half-knelt on the ground and told what happened this time in detail, and his voice alone was the only voice left in the hall.
In the hazy smoke, the young man was holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a hint of kingly pressure in his eyes. He just looked at Asakura Ken quietly and listened to everything calmly.
Shen Qingzhu is very depressed now.
He couldn't understand a word of what the man kneeling on the ground said.
Speaking of which, he has been in this ghost place for almost more than a year. Recalling the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu is still confused. He has no idea how all this inexplicably developed to this point.
a year ago.
Shen Qingzhu woke up from the coast of Yokohama and looked around blankly.
He was in the same mood as Lin Qiye at the time. He didn't know what happened, why he came here, or what the hell this place was.
But it was night at that time. After Shen Qingzhu floated to the shore, no one found him. He just walked into the city in confusion. Seeing neon signs and all kinds of incomprehensible words everywhere, he fell into pondered
When he was in the training camp, he remembered that the instructor seemed to have mentioned this kind of culture, but he had never listened to this kind of class, so he couldn't remember anything at all.
Fortunately, the people here looked similar to him. He blended in among them and no one noticed that he was strange. He just walked around most of the city. When he was tired, he returned to the coast to smoke. He just took a breath with his breather. As soon as there was a wisp of flame, I felt a line of sight protruding from the void, frantically looking for him.
For Brother Drag, who was born undercover, caution is the first priority to survive in a strange environment. The moment he felt this look, he immediately stopped the operation of the forbidden ruins and sat motionless for more than ten minutes.
After waiting for that gaze to leave and confirming that it would never appear again, he quickly left the coast, even sneaking into a moving truck and leaving the city directly.
What he didn't know was that just a few minutes after he left, an oracle came to the coast, searching for traces of him.