Chapter 622: Han Chuanji
Since obtaining the [Chopping White], Lin Qiye rarely used these two straight swords that were standardized by the Night’s Watch, he would only use them as a medium when using Reverse Summoning Magic, but here, Reverse Summoning Magic couldn’t be used either, not to mention that Lin Qiye now had the more flexible [Darkness Flicker] as an alternative.
But now that the [Chopping White] was broken, Lin Qiye could only revert back to using the two straight blades, it wasn’t his style to fight his enemies with his bare hands.
”Kill the sword master first!” The yakuza member yelled.
The surviving dozens of yakuza raised their hands at the same time, aiming at Lin Qiye and pulling the triggers, dense bullets flew out from the muzzles of their guns and shot straight at Lin Qiye’s body.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed slightly, holding his dual swords in his hands, his figure weaved between the bullets like a ghost, with his current speed, conventional hot weapon bullets couldn’t even hit him.
Those triad members only felt a flash in front of their eyes, the target they were aiming at had already flashed in front of them, two blades flashed by, the guns in their hands had already been chopped into two pieces of scrap metal, at the same time a scarlet line of blood appeared between their necks.
They only felt their eyes go black and they completely lost consciousness.
As Lin Qiye’s figure wandered, the number of triad members standing on the bridge became less and less, and when there were only three left in the end, Lin Qiye just chopped off the firearms in their hands, and in the process, kicked them off to the side of the bridge, crashing into the ground.
A dozen or so scrapped cars burned into fireballs on the bridge, black smoke tumbling up into the sky, and the sound of police sirens rising and falling in the distance was rapidly approaching the area.
With such a big commotion on the Yamazaki Bridge, the police naturally wouldn’t be unresponsive, only by the time they arrived, everything should be over.
Lin Qiye put the two straight swords into his black magazine, calmly walked to the edge of the bridge, looked at the police cars rapidly approaching on the street below the bridge, and casually picked up a subdued yakuza member.
”I ask, you answer.”
”Asshole! You guys don’t be too arrogant, we won’t ……”
Ka-ching!
A crunching sound came from his neck, his head tilted and his eyes went slack as he was thrown to the ground by Lin Qiye.
He walked over to the second mob member and spoke again:
”I ask, you answer.”
”……”
Somewhere in Osaka.
Inuyasha, walkie-talkie in hand, walked through a long, modern corridor of flowing lights, the vague roar of heavy metal vaguely booming from the end of the corridor, which was flanked by walls outlined in neon-glossy characters with a few large words.Ghost Fire Girtte.
This was one of the most famous nightclubs in Osaka, and a property under the name of the Ghost Fire Society, a rather powerful yakuza gang in Kansai.
Mr. Wells walked to the door of a luxurious private room at the deepest part of the corridor, reached out and knocked lightly on the door, then walked in.
Just pushed open the door, the rich smell of blood will come to the face, full of modern sense of the private room, blood like an ocean in the ground convergence, spacious and comfortable long sofa, five or six corpses lying on their backs, neck all have a hideous knife marks.
These people were all cadres of the Ghost Fire Society.
Beside these corpses, a middle-aged man calmly sat there, his left hand wrapped around the Ghost Fire Society President Ishizuka Takuya who had already turned into a cold corpse, his right hand held a glass of champagne and gently shook it, dense bubbles rose up in the liquid, emitting a mesmerizing glow under the illumination of the phantom colored lights of the private room.
He lifted his glass and took a light sip, those indifferent eyes looking towards Mr. Wells who walked through the door.
”What is it?”
”Young Lord, something has happened to the people we sent after Yuzurina.” Mr. Wells said respectfully, “It is suspected that a Banezu Blade Master made a move to intercept them all on the Yamazaki Bridge, and they are still engaged in battle.”
”Banezu Blade Master?” The middle-aged man frowned slightly, “Is it Amamiya Haruhide?”
”No, it wasn’t raining at the scene, and the information we got from the Osaka Police Department, his name is ‘Asahina Seven Nights’, but the number and contact information he left behind are fake, and there is no trace of him.”
”In addition to Amamiya Haruhide, there’s actually someone else who’s set their sights on the Yuzuri family ……,” the middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed as if he was pondering something, “Did the descendants of the Yuzuri family leave that bridge?”
”Left, but their whereabouts are unknown for now.”
The middle-aged man slowly put down the champagne in his hand, “I will go to meet him, and you will take over the Ghost Fire Society …… You know what to do, right?”
”Take over all of their properties in Osaka and use them as a temporary stronghold for our family, use those Ghost Fire Society lower tier gang members that can be used and kill those that can’t, in addition, continue to annex the surrounding smaller gangs and get ready to fight the Black Killing Group the hard way.” Mr. Wells seemed to have thought of everything long ago.
The middle-aged man nodded and had just sat up from the sofa when the walkie-talkie in Mr. Well’s hand suddenly lit up.
A faint electric current sounded, and a young man’s voice came out from it.
”Hello.”
Mr. Well frowned and looked towards the middle-aged man, whose eyebrows rose slightly as if he was somewhat surprised.
After a long time, the young man’s voice resounded again, “I know you guys are listening.”
The middle-aged man walked nonchalantly to Mr. Wells’ side, took the intercom from him, pressed the button, and spoke faintly:
”Hello, Seven Nights of Asahina?”
”Should I call you Mr. Wells, or the young master of the Cold River Family, Cold River Division?”
The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Yamazaki Bridge.
At the edge of the burning side of the bridge, Lin Qiye held a walkie-talkie in his hand, his eyes gazing into the distance, his black trench coat gently swaying in the wind.
”It looks like those losers on the bridge are already dead.” In the walkie-talkie, Han Chuanji’s voice came out, “What are you trying to do with the walkie-talkie? Declaring war? Provoking? Or declaring the right to belong to the Yuzuri family’s descendants? Trying to get us to give up before it’s too late?”
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, his brain racing.
”That’s right.” He spoke calmly, “I just want to tell you all that Yuzuri Nai and what’s on her are all mine, and if you still want to get involved, I’ll kill as many as come.”
There was a pause on the other side of the intercom for a moment, and Han Kawaji’s voice grew cold:
”Although I don’t know who you are, if you want to monopolize the Hidden King’s blood on her body and the whereabouts of that sword, your appetite is also a little too big …… Be careful of propping yourself up.”
Hidden King’s blood?
That knife?
Lin Qiye’s condescension this time had succeeded in extracting important information from Hanchuanji’s mouth, and although he didn’t know what each of these two references were, he at least had a clue.
As one of the two major yakuza families in the Kanto region, the fact that the Hanchuan family could make its young head say something like “be careful of bracing yourself to death” meant that the two items on Yuzurina’s body were really something special.
After Lin Qiye deliberated for a moment, he let out a cold laugh:
”Do you think that I would be afraid?”