Chapter 637 – Invitation from the Black Killer Team

　　The east was turning white.

　　At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today’s search mission, returned on time to the entrance of the Black Sycamore Club, where Amamiya Haruhide had already been waiting for a long time.

　　The two of them pretended that they had just returned from drinking, walked up the stairs, chose an unoccupied private room and sat down, unlocking the door to the room.

　　”I’ve discovered something.” Amamiya Haruhide sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.

　　”What?”

　　”Today, when I was searching the territory of the Ghost Fire Society in the west, I found a few suspicious characters that have been wandering outside the Ghost Fire Society’s property, sneaking around as if they’re prying for information.” Amamiya Haruhide said seriously, “Moreover, I found out that the Onii-Fire Society has been completely wiped out, and the inside has become a shelter for the Cold River Family.”

　　”There are still people secretly scouting the deployment of the Cambrian family?” Lin Qiye spoke in surprise.

　　”It should be, and the other party is organized and disciplined, with a very clear division of labor, not like those small gangs that fish in troubled waters can do.”

　　Not a small gang ……

　　”Could it be the Black Killer Group?” Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

　　”Guanxi is originally the territory of the Black Killer Group, the Cambrian family has extended their hands over here and acted so arrogantly, it’s impossible for the Black Killer Group to hold back, if it’s someone from the Black Killer Group secretly scouting the Cambrian family’s deployments and preparing to go after them, it’s also extremely possible.”

　　Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, “If it’s the Black Killing Group that’s going to make a move against the Cambrian family, it’s also a good thing for us.”

　　”It’s certainly a good thing to have someone stirring up this pool of water in Osaka, but the premise is that they can’t go too far, otherwise once Han Chuan Si uses the Woeful Jin Sword, it might instead have an impact on our plans.

　　After all,…… that knife in the hands of Han Kawaji is not something that a group of gangsters can handle.”

　　”By the way, what’s the name of that sword of his? Why can it cause such a massive kill across such a distance?” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but ask as he recalled that sword that fell from the sky to cut the bridge.

　　”The fifth of the Banezu Nine Blades, [Black Rope], within a thirty kilometer radius around the blade master, as long as a coordinate is given, a projection of the blade can be chopped down at the coordinate range, causing a horrifying kill.”

　　Amamiya Haruhide paused and continued, “By the way, the ranking of the Banezu Nine Blades isn’t based on strength, but rather the order in which they were forged in the first place, so it’s not like the higher the ranking the stronger they are.”

　　Lin Qiye nodded, “In other words, as long as he doesn’t know our coordinates, the [Black Rope] can’t pose a threat.”

　　”That’s right.”

　　”Let’s wait and see what happens first, and see just how far this Black Slayer Group and the Hanchuan Family, can fight.” Lin Qiye looked out the window at the street that was gradually illuminated by the sunlight and slowly said.

　　Due to the business hours, the Black Wutong’s crowd’s routine had been completely reversed, sleeping during the day, waking up in the afternoon, and then preparing to open for business at night.

　　It was only when dusk fell that Xiao Jin lazily stepped out of his room, seeing Uncle Kyousuke standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and greeted him.

　　”Good afternoon, Uncle Kyousuke.”

　　”Little …… Kogane ……” Uncle Kyousuke stood stiffly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking downstairs, his body shivering slightly, “We …… like, stalled?”

　　Kogane froze.

　　He took a step to the window, looked down, and his tiger’s body shook!

　　Only to see the entrance of the Black Sycamore Club, four or five black sedans neatly parked downstairs, more than a dozen ferocious fierce men dressed in black surrounded the gate, the front of the car in the lead, a fifty-something years old sinister middle-aged man is sitting on the headlights, his left hand clasped with a cigarette, faintly glanced at the upstairs.

　　”I’m Ken Asakura, a cadre of the Black Killing Group, I’ll give you one minute to come down and open the door, otherwise, we’ll do it for you.”

　　A burly man beside him pulled out an axe from the trunk of his car and stood in front of the gate, a grim smile emerging from the corners of his mouth.

　　”Open the door! Quickly open the door for them! The gate I spent a lot of money on decorating can’t be destroyed like this!”

　　Uncle Kyousuke made a quick decision and flew down the stairs, instinctively straightening his clothes and smoothing his hair out of his own professionalism, and opened the gate with a smile.

　　The group of burly men gathered around the gate, turning their heads to look at Ken Asakura sitting at the front of the car, waiting for his orders.

　　Only to see Ken Asakura unhurriedly step away and walk to the front door of the Black Sycamore Club, those indifferent and darkly murderous eyes gazing into Uncle Kyousuke’s eyes, patting him on the shoulder and slowly speaking:

　　”Don’t panic, we came here this time to deliver money to you.”

　　Ken Asakura looked back at his men, who instantly understood and opened the black box in his hands, inside was a neat box of banknotes.

　　Uncle Kyousuke and Xiao Jin froze in place at the same time.

　　A few minutes later.

　　Inside the private room, a dozen or so members of the Black Killer Team stood beside the door like a wall, and Ken Asakura sat alone on the large sofa inside the private room, his eyes calmly glancing at Uncle Kyousuke and Little Gold, who were sitting on the opposite side of the room.

　　Uncle Kyousuke was fine, after all, he was old and had been through the storms, and at this moment, he didn’t lose his temper when facing the head of Osaka’s biggest yakuza organization, but sat there upright, with a hint of a warm smile like a professional cowboy’s signature at the corner of his mouth.

　　On the contrary, Kogane was more terrified, he sat there timidly, avoiding Ken Asakura’s gaze, his forehead sweating a little.

　　”…… I think I’ve made my intentions clear, haven’t I?”

　　Ken Asakura pushed the black box full of banknotes on the table in front of Uncle Kyousuke and spoke faintly:

　　”In these recent times, the what’s-it …… Asahina and Amamiya from your store are the two hottest cowboys in Osaka, so as long as you’re willing to lend them to me to accompany our Black Slayers Team’s Grand Leader for a while, all of this money will be yours.

　　In addition, from now on, your Black Sycamore Club will be under the shelter of our Black Killer Squad, no need to pay protection fee, and whoever dares to make trouble in your store is an enemy of our Black Killer Squad.

　　I think, my sincerity is already enough …… don’t you think? Shopkeeper Kyousuke?”

　　Uncle Kyousuke looked at the box full of banknotes on the table and fell into silence.

　　Outside the private room.

　　Yuzurina yawned and took a step down from the stairs, seeing that no one was in the restaurant on the second floor, she seemed to be a bit puzzled.

　　She was just about to say something when a palm covered her mouth.

　　Yuzurina looked back in shock, only to see Lin Qiye standing beside her, stretching out her index finger and making a “shhh” gesture at her.

　　Seeing Lin Qiye’s face, Yuzurina instantly quieted down and blinked, her eyes filled with doubt.

　　Beside Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruhide silently walked to the door of the private room like a ghost, listening to the conversation inside the private room with his ears, his eyes slightly narrowed.