Chapter 627 – Big Group Leader
Kyoto.
The deep suburban mountains under the darkness of the night outlined a blurred outline in the moonlight, on the winding mountain ring road, a black Hummer was weaving between the dim streetlights, driving towards the top of the deep mountains.
I don’t know how long it had been traveling, a dark iron door appeared in front of the bright headlights, and several black-clothed figures stood in front of the door, letting the headlights shine on them, standing there like a rock, not moving a muscle.
The Hummer obediently stopped in front of the iron gate, and the black-clothed figure in the lead walked to the side of the car and faintly spoke:
”Identity.”
The Hummer’s rear window rolled down and Ken Asakura looked the man in the eye and produced his name tag.
”Black Killer Squad Wakatou Makeshou, Osaka Yamamoto Squad Leader, Ken Asakura.”
”Come to do what?”
”To see the head of the big group, there’s something he needs to decide.”
The man carefully cross-referenced Ken Asakura’s appearance, nodded, returned the name tag, took two steps back, and bowed deeply.
”Please.”
Under the night, the pitch-black iron gate slowly opened, those figures blocking the gate avoided a path, the Hummer’s gas pedal was pressed down, and the vehicle swiftly drove towards the luxurious manor at the top of the deep mountain.
A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the main entrance of the manor, the driver got off the car and opened the door for Asakura Ken, who with a solemn expression straightened up his attire and led the driver and an assistant towards the manor.
He will soon go to see the black kill group big group leader, is the black kill group since the establishment of the third big group leader, is also a legend of the Japanese yakuza.
A year ago, the Kansai region’s yakuza was still like a scattered sand, although there were many powerful yakuza gangs, but they were all busy with their own turf battles and industry development, and hadn’t become much of a climate at all, and compared to the two super families of Kanto, they were simply a bunch of unimpressive shrimps.
At that time, the Black Killer Gang was still only one of the three major gangs in Kyoto, although it had some status in the underworld, but that was all.
It was then that this big group leader appeared out of nowhere, from an ordinary punk who appeared out of nowhere, with a few men, he swept away the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the Black Killing Group leap to become the No. 1 in Kyoto.
This suddenly appeared young man got the second generation of the big leader of the appreciation, will be quickly promoted to the black kill group of senior, he has a position in the group, but also let go, with a group of men, with an unstoppable momentum to penetrate the other regions of the Guanxi large yakuza gangs, so that the black kill group in the Guanxi status rocketed up, and ultimately became the yakuza leader of the Guanxi.
Two months ago, the second-generation grand leader passed away due to illness, designating this young man to become the third-generation grand leader of the Black Killer Gang, which could be said to be a popular choice.
Ken Asakura had only met this Grand Leader twice, once a year ago when the other man led his men to Osaka to break through the Yamamoto group, and once at the ceremony of the other man’s succession to become Grand Leader, and the aura of a yakuza leader that exuded from the other man was unforgettable to him to this day.
While weighing his speech once he met the Grand Group Leader, Ken Asakura walked up to a closed Japanese door.
”Please come in.” The man leading the way made a “please” gesture to Ken Asakura.
Ken Asakura took a final moment to straighten his clothes, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
Behind the door was a spacious hall with a tatami mat floor, and on both sides of the room were more than two hundred men and women kneeling neatly, the men uniformly dressed in black kimonos, the women uniformly dressed in black sleeves, wearing white socks and stepping on wooden clogs, their gazes calmly looking towards Ken Asakura as he walked in.
In the center of the hall, a young man draped in a flowing cloud of feathered weaves that symbolized the status of the leader of the group was casually sitting there, a cigarette roll dangling from the corner of his mouth, holding an old-fashioned silver lighter between his palms as he gently lit a cluster of flames.
The dancing firelight lit the cigarette roll on fire, he took a puff, the hazy smoke he exhaled filled the air, and those stern and deep eyes narrowed slightly.
On the middle and ring fingers of his right hand, he wore two rings, one black and one white.
The moment Ken Asakura’s gaze met this young man’s, his heart trembled slightly, back then, when this young man led his men to sweep away the Yamamoto group in Osaka, he also had this kind of eyes ……
He calmed his emotions, took a step to the center of the hall, and half-kneeled on the ground.
”Black Killer Group Wakato Supplemental Sergeant, Yamamoto Group Leader, Ken Asakura, meet the Great Group Leader.”
That young man held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him silently, without the slightest intention to speak, the atmosphere of the entire hall was dead silent and depressing.
In this dead silence, Ken Asakura’s mental pressure increased once again, as he felt the young man’s stern gaze, fine beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead.
”Big group leader, this time I came to report a matter to you, a few days ago, the Cold River family in Kanto sent someone ……”
Ken Asakura half-kneeled on the ground and told the matter this time one by one, the entire hall was left with only the sound of him narrating alone.
In the hazy smoke, that young man was holding a cigarette, his gaze revealed a faint kingly pressure, he just quietly looked at Asakura Ken, calmly listening to everything ……
Shen Qingzhu was now depressed.
He couldn’t understand a single word that this man kneeling on the ground said.
Speaking of which, he had already come to this haunted place for almost a year or so, recalling the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu was still confused now, he simply did not understand how all of this had inexplicably developed to this point.
One year ago.
Shen Qingzhu woke up from the coast of Yokohama, blankly surveying his surroundings.
He was in the same mood as Lin Qiye, not knowing what had happened, not knowing why he had come here, not knowing what kind of hellish place this was ……
However, it was nighttime, and after Shen Qingzhu floated to the shore, no one noticed him, and he just walked into the city with a confused look on his face, looking at the neon signs and all kinds of unintelligible words everywhere, he fell into deep thought ……
Back 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.
The good thing is that the people here look similar to him, he mixes in, and no one noticed his difference, he just strolled through most of the city, and when he was tired, he returned to the coast to prepare for a cigarette, and just after he struck a flame with [qi min], he felt a line of sight probing out from the void, frantically searching for him.
For Tugger, who came from an undercover agent, caution was the first priority in surviving in unfamiliar environments, and the moment he felt the gaze, he immediately stopped the operation of the Forbidden Ruins and sat motionless in the same spot for ten minutes or so.
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 van and leaving the city directly.
What he didn’t know was that just a few minutes after he left, an Oracle arrived around that coast, searching for him.