Tokyo city.
Shinjuku area.
The most prosperous main road in this area is already in a mess. There are almost no passers-by walking on the road. The popular shops on both sides that were bustling with people 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 holding hammers and machetes burst into a bar with wild laughter, leaving only the remaining items on the counter. He snatched away a few bottles of wine and started drinking heavily on the street.
The trash cans on the roadside have been burnt to black. Broken wine bottles, deeply dented bullet casings, and hideous red Japanese characters in pools of dried blood have been smeared on the walls. Dirty and offensive words are everywhere.
Even on such a chaotic main street, there is still a store with its door open.
This is a single-family building with a height of six floors. Its appearance design perfectly blends modernity and Japanese courtyard style. The black and gold-toned decoration makes it 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 open for business.
—Asian Feather Club.
Everyone in the Memorial Belt Shangxie Association stood in front of this majestic club, their mouths wide open in shock.
Wei Dong scratched his head and explained in a timely manner: "I know that setting the temporary base in a Cowherd shop will really damage the image of our evil society, but the current situation of the 'human circle' is very complicated. Apart from here, Tokyo has already There is almost no room for us, so we can only ask the president to make do with it.”
“Great job!!!”
Before Wei Dong finished speaking, Jiu Jiu suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining 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, mumbling excitedly:
"Cowherd! Champagne! A royal and supreme experience! Here I come!!
Someone is coming! I'll order ten! ! "
Watching Memorial Yiqi Juechen rush directly into the store, the remaining Shangxie Guild members outside the door fell into silence.
The man in a suit sighed, "Everyone, go in. What are you looking at here? Are you crazy when you meet the president for the first time?"
Everyone in the Shangxie Society coughed a few times and quickly followed.
As soon as they walked into the club door 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, there were more than a dozen handsome men in sequined clothes, holding submachine guns and guns. His mouth was pointed at the door, as if he was ready to fire at any time, his expression was extremely calm.
In the suspended corridor on the second floor, four snipers had already laid an ambush. Four red dots swayed on the face of Memorial who had just walked through the door, and finally converged on her eyebrows.
Memorial stood in front of many gunpoints wearing a ragged windbreaker, his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly narrowed.
Wisps of dangerous aura emanated from her body.
"This is not a place for you to cause trouble." On the black leather sofa at the very back, there sat a cowherd wearing a blue sequined suit. He held a samurai sword that was about to be unsheathed in his left hand and a submachine gun in his right hand, with a look on his face. Speak calmly,
"Leave, you can't afford to mess with the Fengji family's property."
In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong walked out quickly. His eyes swept over the people on the field, and 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 slightly startled, "Mr. Wei?"
"This is a misunderstanding. These are the temporary companions I mentioned to your family master before." Wei Dong pointed at the people in the Shangxie Guild behind him and said.
The cowherd in blue blinked his eyes, and immediately hid the submachine gun and samurai sword under the sofa. He 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, they are distinguished guests!"
Upon hearing these words, all the Cowherds put away their guns silently, put on their signature smiles, and bowed apologetically to everyone in the Shangxie Guild.
"I'm really sorry. The world has been so chaotic recently. We have to be more careful. Moreover, the look on this lady's face when she just rushed in looked too much like those manic madmen, so"
The expression of commemoration became subtle.
Wei Dong briefly introduced the two parties, then took everyone from the evil society upstairs to settle down in separate rooms.
Lin Qiye and Jia Lan, who were seriously injured and comatose, were also accommodated in rooms. Although the medical equipment was not brought from the cruise ship, there was a memory, and it was only a trivial matter to reassemble the two sets with pixels.
After everything was settled, everyone in the Shangxie Guild immediately became busy. Some people began to debug the equipment they had brought. Some people began to get together and study something on a map of Japan. Some people vacated a room. Start setting up the conference room
The sun was setting in the west, and the dim sunlight shone in the spacious bedroom. Amidst the steady beeping sound of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
Fatigue surged into his heart like a tide, and he lay on the bed in a daze. After lying there for a while, he barely regained consciousness. He stared blankly at the roof for a moment, then sat up with difficulty.
Not only was he mentally exhausted, but all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away. He was very weak. He looked around with a look of confusion in his eyes.
Where is this place
He vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was on the sea in the mist. How could he open his eyes and arrive in modern society again
Has he returned to Daxia
Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand. Tian Cong Yun Sword was still in his palm, and his chest was still aching. The wound penetrated by the sword had not completely healed. There was still a two centimeter deep wound carved into his chest. If Looking carefully, you can see a faint golden light flowing deep into his wound.
"Is it a miracle?" Lin Qiye touched his chest with his right hand and muttered to himself.
It is impossible for the injuries left by the Tian Congyun sword to heal on their own. Just like Wu Xiangnan back then, only a miracle can repair the sword marks left in the flesh and blood.
During the period of his coma, the Mortal God Realm that he had tried his best to open was still functioning, slowly repairing the sword wound. Otherwise, Lin Qiye would have died long ago with such a penetrating wound that could not be healed.
And his current dual mental and physical exhaustion should be the sequelae of the spiritual overdraft caused by the mortal realm taking the initiative to absorb spiritual power to maintain the miracle without consciousness.
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