de, looking at the sea in front of him, and didn't know what he was thinking.Seven nights! A familiar voice came from behind.Galan, dressed in a dark blue Han suit, trotted all the way to Lin Qinight,...Kyoto.

in the dark night, the deep mountains in the countryside are outlined in the moonlight, and on the winding road around the mountains, a black Hummer is shuttling between dim street lamps, heading for the summit of the mountains.

I don't know how long it took to drive, a dark iron door appeared in front of the bright headlights, and several figures dressed in black stood in front of the door, allowing the lights to shine on them, standing there like a rock, motionless.

Hummer stopped obediently in front of the iron door, led by the figure in black walked to the car, light mouth:

"identity."

the back window of the Hummer rolled down, and Ken Asakura looked into the man's eyes and showed his name tag.

"Ruotou Buzuo of the black killing group, the leader of Osaka Yamamoto, Asakura Ken."

"what are you doing here"

"see the big team leader, there is something for him to decide."

the man carefully compared the appearance of Ken Asakura, nodded, returned the famous brand to the other side, took two steps back and bowed deeply.

"Please."

in the middle of the night, the dark iron doors opened slowly, and the figures who stood in front of them made way. The throttle of the Hummer stepped down, and the car drove quickly toward the luxury manor on the top of the hill.

A few minutes later, the car stopped at the main entrance of the manor, and the driver got out of the car and opened the door for Ken Asakura, who dressed solemnly and walked towards the manor with the driver and an assistant.

the leader of the mafia group he is about to meet is the third big group leader since the establishment of the mafia group and a legendary figure in the Japanese underworld.

A year ago, the underworld in Kansai was like a plate of scattered sand. Although there were many powerful gangs, they were so busy fighting for their own territory and industrial development that they did not become a climate at all. Compared with the two superfamilies in Kanto, they were simply a group of unclassy shrimps.

at that time, the mafia group was only one of the three major gangs in Kyoto, although it had some status in the underworld, but it was limited to this.

at that time, the big team leader came out of nowhere, from an inexplicable ordinary gangster, with a few men, wiped out the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the mafia team number one in Kyoto.

this sudden young man was appreciated by the second generation of team leaders and was quickly promoted to the top of the mafia group. after he had a position in the group, he let go of his hands and feet, and with a gang of men, broke through the large gangs in other parts of Kansai with an irresistible trend, so that the status of the gangsters in Kansai soared like a rocket, and eventually became the gangster leader of Kansai.

two months ago, the second-generation group leader died of illness. It can be said that it was widely expected that this young man was appointed as the third-generation leader of the black murder group.

Ken Asakura only met the group leader twice, once when the other party took someone to Osaka to break through the Yamamoto group, and once at the ceremony when the other party succeeded to become the group leader, the mafia leader temperament revealed by the other side is still unforgettable.

while deliberating the speech made by the group leader, Ken Asakura walked to a closed Japanese-style door.

"Please come in." The man leading the way made a "please" sign to Ken Asakura.

Ken Asakura finally tidied up his clothes, took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Behind the

door is a spacious hall with a layer of tatami on the floor. More than 200 men and women kneel neatly on both sides of the room, men in black kimonos, women in black sleeves, white socks and clogs, looking calmly at the entry of Asakura.

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in the middle of the hall, a young man, dressed in a cloud feather symbolizing the status of a group leader, was sitting there casually, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and an old-fashioned silver lighter in his hand, gently lighting a fire.

the beating light lit the cigarette, and he took a puff, the hazy smoke was filled with smoke, and his fierce and deep eyes narrowed slightly.

on his right middle finger and ring finger, he wears two rings, one black and one white.

the moment Ken Asakura's eyes looked at the young man's eyes, his heart trembled slightly. When the young man swept Hirayama's team in Osaka, he had the same look in his eyes.

he calmed down and walked to the middle of the hall, half kneeling on his knees.

"Ruotou Buzuo of the black murder group, the leader of the Yamamoto group, Ken Asakura, has met the big group leader."

the young man looked at him silently with a cigarette in his mouth, with no intention of speaking. The atmosphere of the whole hall was silent and depressed.

in this deathly silence, Asakura's psychological pressure increased again, and he felt the fierce gaze of the young man, and fine beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

"Chief, I'm here to report something to you. A few days ago, the Hanchuan family in Kanto sent someone."

Ken Asakura knelt on the ground and told the story one by one, leaving only his own narrative voice in the whole hall.

in the hazy smoke, the young man smoked his cigarette with a touch of king power in his eyes, so he quietly looked at Asakura and calmly listened to everything.

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Shen Qingzhu is very depressed now.

he couldn't understand a word of what the man said on his knees.

speaking, he has been in this hellhole for more than a year. Looking back on the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu is still confused. He simply does not understand how all this has developed to this point.

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A year ago.

Shen Qingzhu woke up from the coast of Yokohama and looked around blankly.

he was in the same mood as Lin Qinight at that time. He didn't know what happened, why he came here, or what kind of place it was.

but it was night. After Shen Qingzhu floated to the shore, no one found him. He just walked into the city with a bewildered face. Looking at the neon signs and all kinds of words that he could not understand, he was lost in thought.

when he was at the training camp, he remembered that the instructor had mentioned this culture, but he would never listen to this kind of class, so he couldn't remember anything at all.

it's a good thing that the people here look like him, and he mingles with them, and no one notices his strangeness. He just wandered around most of the city, and when he was tired, he went back to the coast to smoke. As soon as he shot out a ray of fire with [Qi Min], he felt a line of sight poking out of the void, frantically looking for him.

for the undercover tug, caution is the first priority to survive in a strange environment. When he felt the look in his eyes, he immediately stopped the operation of the forbidden ruins and sat motionless for more than ten minutes.

after the gaze went away and confirmed that it would never appear again, he quickly left the coast and even sneaked into a moving van and left the city directly.

what he didn't know was that just a few minutes after he left, an oracle came around the coast and searched for his trail.they would hardly have survived.but the doubts in his heart are stronger than ever before.Why does my future self want to kill methe conversation between the future self and the future Anqing fish. Wh...