Chapter 622
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Chapter 622: Han Chuan Si
Since obtaining the “White Slayer,” Lin Qiye rarely used the two standard night watchman straight swords, only employing them as a medium when using reverse summoning magic. However, in this situation, reverse summoning magic was also unavailable, and now Lin Qiye had a more flexible alternative in “Night Flicker.”
But now that the “White Slayer” was broken, Lin Qiye had no choice but to revert to using these two straight swords. Fighting unarmed was not his style.
“Kill the sword master first!” shouted a member of the gang.
The surviving ten or so gang members simultaneously raised their hands, aiming at Lin Qiye and pulling the triggers. A barrage of bullets flew from the gun muzzles, heading straight for Lin Qiye’s body.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, gripping the dual swords, his figure darting like a specter between the bullets. At his current speed, conventional firearm bullets couldn’t hit him at all.
The gang members felt a blur before their eyes; the target they had aimed at had suddenly appeared before them. Two flashes of blade light passed, and the firearms in their hands were severed into two pieces of scrap metal. At the same time, a line of crimson blood appeared across their necks.
They felt their vision darken and lost consciousness completely.
As Lin Qiye moved, the number of gang members standing on the bridge dwindled. By the time only three remained, Lin Qiye merely severed their firearms and kicked them aside, sending them crashing against the bridge edge, dazed and confused.
Dozens of abandoned cars burned on the bridge, turning into fireballs, while thick black smoke billowed into the sky. In the distance, the sound of police sirens rose and fell, rapidly approaching.
With such a commotion on Yamazaki Bridge, the police naturally would not remain unresponsive, but by the time they arrived, everything would be over.
Lin Qiye sheathed the two straight swords into the black box and calmly walked to the bridge’s edge, glancing at the police cars speeding down the street below. He casually picked up a subdued gang member.
“I ask, you answer.”
“Bastard! Don’t get too arrogant! We won’t—”
Crack!
A crisp sound came from his neck, his head tilted, and his eyes glazed over as Lin Qiye dropped him to the ground.
He approached the second gang member and spoke again:
“I ask, you answer.”
“…”
……
Somewhere in Osaka.
Mr.井 held a walkie-talkie, walking through a brightly lit modern corridor. A faint heavy metal sound echoed from the end of the corridor, where neon characters illuminated the walls with several large words.
—Ghost Fire Girtte.
This was one of the most famous nightclubs in Osaka and a property under the influence of the powerful Kansai gang, the Ghost Fire Society.
Mr.井 reached the entrance of a luxurious private room at the end of the corridor, gently knocked on the door, and then walked in.
As soon as he pushed the door open, a strong smell of blood assaulted him. Inside the modern private room, blood pooled like an ocean on the floor, and five or six corpses lay on the spacious, comfortable sofa, each with a gruesome knife wound on their necks.
These individuals were all executives of the Ghost Fire Society.
Beside the corpses sat a middle-aged man calmly, his left arm draped over the already cold body of the Ghost Fire Society’s president, Takuya Ishizuka. In his right hand, he gently swirled a glass of champagne, the fine bubbles rising in the liquid, emitting a mesmerizing glow under the colorful lights of the room.
He raised his glass, took a small sip, and his indifferent gaze fell on Mr.井, who had just entered.
“What is it?”
“Young master, the people we sent to pursue Yuzuriha Nao have encountered trouble,” Mr.井 said respectfully. “It seems a Wazutsuki sword master intervened, intercepting them all on Yamazaki Bridge, and they are still engaged in battle.”
“Wazutsuki sword master?” The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is it Haruki Amemiya?”
“No, it wasn’t raining at the scene, and we received information from the Osaka police that his name is ‘Shallow Feather Qiye.’ However, the number and contact information he left are fake; we couldn’t find anyone by that name.”
“Besides Haruki Amemiya, there’s someone else targeting the Yuzuriha family…” The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed, seemingly deep in thought. “Has the descendant of the Yuzuriha family left the bridge?”
“They have left, but their whereabouts are currently unknown.”
The middle-aged man slowly set down his champagne. “I’ll go meet him. You take over the Ghost Fire Society… you know what to do, right?”
“Take over all their properties in Osaka as our family’s temporary stronghold. Use whatever the lower-ranking members of the Ghost Fire Society can be utilized, and eliminate those that can’t. Additionally, continue to absorb the surrounding small gangs and prepare for a hard confrontation with the Black Kill Group.” Mr.井 seemed to have everything planned out.
The middle-aged man nodded, just as he was about to rise from the sofa, Mr.井’s walkie-talkie suddenly lit up.
A faint crackling sound emerged, and a young man’s voice came through.
“Hello.”
Mr.井 frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, whose brow slightly raised in surprise.
After a long pause, the young man’s voice echoed again: “I know you’re listening.”
The middle-aged man leisurely walked over to Mr.井, took the walkie-talkie from his hand, pressed the button, and spoke calmly:
“Hello, Shallow Feather Qiye?”
“Should I call you Mr.井 or the young master of the Hanchuan family, Hanchuan Shi?”
The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly.
……
Yamazaki Bridge.
At the edge of the burning bridge, Lin Qiye held a walkie-talkie, his gaze fixed on the distance, his black trench coat fluttering gently in the wind.
“It seems the trash on the bridge is all dead,” came the voice of Hanchuan Shi from the walkie-talkie. “What do you want with the walkie-talkie? Declare war? Provocation? Or announce the claim to the Yuzuriha family’s descendant? Want us to give up early?”
Lin Qiye paused for a moment, his mind racing.
“That’s right.” He spoke calmly. “I just want to tell you that Yuzuriha Nao and everything she possesses are mine. If you want to meddle further, bring as many as you like, and I’ll kill as many as you send.”
There was a pause on the other end of the walkie-talkie, and Hanchuan Shi’s voice gradually turned cold:
“Although I don’t know who you are, if you want to monopolize the latent royal blood and the whereabouts of that sword, your appetite is too big… be careful not to choke on it.”
Latent royal blood?
That sword?
Lin Qiye’s probing successfully extracted crucial information from Hanchuan Shi, and although he didn’t know what these two referred to, he at least had a lead.
As one of the two major gang families in the Kanto region, for Hanchuan Shi to say “be careful not to choke on it” indicated that the two items Yuzuriha Nao possessed were indeed significant.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Qiye sneered:
“Do you think I would be afraid?”
