Chapter 623
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Chapter 623: The Blade that Cuts Bridges
Lin Qiye finished speaking, crushing the intercom in his hand, and gently opened his palm, letting the fragments drift away with the wind.
He had already extracted two items from Hanchuan Si regarding Yuli Nai. If he continued to probe, he would expose the fact that he actually knew nothing. After saying this, Lin Qiye could basically guess what the other side wanted to say.
It was nothing more than threats or harsh words; Lin Qiye didn’t have time to listen to such nonsense.
Because… the police cars were already on the bridge.
The wailing of sirens mixed with the roar of engines was rapidly approaching, about twenty or more vehicles. He could even clearly hear the loudspeakers on the police cars issuing warnings for him to stand still and give up resistance.
Lin Qiye lowered his head and took out a Sun Wukong mask from his pocket, putting it on his face.
He turned around at the edge of the bridge, facing the rapidly approaching Japanese police, holding two black boxes. The Sun Wukong mask revealed a fierce and menacing expression under the sunlight.
“Hey!”
Mumu bounced over to his side, climbing onto his back like a mummy doll backpack, its hollow eyes curiously surveying the police cars that were gradually surrounding them, tilting its head slightly as if asking Lin Qiye whether they should take them all down.
“No need, let’s go.” Lin Qiye said calmly from beneath the mask.
He took a step back, stepping onto the edge of the bridge, holding the two black boxes. In the gaze of all the Japanese police, he gently leaned backward.
His figure fell from the Yamasaki Bridge, plunging into the rushing river below, disappearing without a trace.
At that moment, an enormous black blade suddenly descended from the sky, like a skyscraper, crashing heavily onto the Yamasaki Bridge!
This bridge, standing over the Yodogawa River for decades, was as fragile as a toy made of building blocks under the massive blade, easily severed in the middle. The many Japanese police gathered on the bridge had not yet reacted to what had happened when they were cut into pieces by this strike.
The bridge collapsed, and the surviving Japanese police and police cars all fell into the roaring Yodogawa River, countless stones crashing down, creating utter chaos.
After severing the Yamasaki Bridge, the enormous blade showed no signs of stopping, directly slicing into the surging Yodogawa River, the white waves it stirred up flying like a tsunami, crashing onto the streets on either side.
Having already jumped into the Yodogawa River, Lin Qiye clearly saw the descending massive blade through his mental power, his pupils constricting.
Without a second thought, he took out two straight swords from the black boxes, swiftly turning in the water to face the blade that had plunged into the water, crossing the swords in front of him!
Clang—!!
The massive blade collided with Lin Qiye’s two swords in the water, the terrifying kinetic energy transferring into Lin Qiye’s body. His figure had no point of support in the water and could only be rapidly forced down to the riverbed by the strike!
Mumu, pressed against Lin Qiye’s back, seemed eager to help, but in the water, most of its firearms could not be used normally, leaving it only able to stare anxiously.
Lin Qiye bore the weight of the massive blade, his body rapidly descending to the bottom of the Yodogawa River. With the terrifying power of the blade, it was difficult for Lin Qiye to resist without using the Forbidden Ruins; he quickly made a decision in his heart.
A burst of magical light erupted from his eyes.
Mumu was summoned back to its original world, and at the same time, a veil of night covered Lin Qiye’s body, causing him to vanish in an instant.
【Night Flicker】.
……
In the Ghost Fire Nightclub.
In a luxurious private room, Hanchuan Si slowly withdrew the black blade from the map in his hand.
On the Osaka map laid out on the floor, a shocking blade mark pierced through the surface at the location of the Yamasaki Bridge, even shattering the glass tabletop beneath the map.
Hanchuan Si expressionlessly sheathed the black blade, picked up a champagne bottle nearby, and sat back down on the sofa.
Mr. Jing stood beside him, looking at the map with the punctured Yamasaki Bridge, tentatively asking:
“Young Master, has the blade master been killed?”
“Probably not.” Hanchuan Si replied淡淡, “The blade master is not that fragile; this is just a warning I gave him…”
Mr. Jing nodded, “I will send people to search for his traces near the Yodogawa River and simultaneously track the descendants of the Yuli family. Once we find their whereabouts, I will notify you immediately.”
Hanchuan Si nodded at Mr. Jing, who then left the room.
……
Somewhere in Osaka.
In a vast traditional Japanese courtyard, a figure dressed in a black-patterned kimono sat quietly cross-legged at a low table.
It was a man with graying temples, appearing to be around fifty years old, with a hideous scar on his forehead. Although his eyes were closed and his expression calm, he exuded an aura of dominance, truly embodying the essence of unspoken authority.
Opposite him, a beautiful young woman in a bright kimono knelt carefully, brewing tea.
The fragrance of Japanese tea wafted through the courtyard, and after a while, a cup of clear tea was gently pushed in front of him. The beautiful woman then quietly knelt beside him, motionless like a statue.
The man with graying temples slightly opened his eyes.
His name was Asakura Ken, the leader of the Yamamoto group under the Black Kill Group.
Unlike the two major Yakuza families in Kanto, the Black Kill Group was formed by merging various separate Yakuza factions. The leader of the Black Kill Group was the supreme commander, overseeing numerous large Yakuza factions, with the Yamamoto group being one of them.
Asakura Ken was the leader of the Yamamoto group and a senior official of the Black Kill Group. In Yakuza terms, he served as the deputy head of the Black Kill Group, effectively acting as the leader of the Osaka division.
In Osaka, he represented the will of the Black Kill Group.
And in the Kansai region, the will of the Black Kill Group represented the will of the entire Yakuza.
“Boss, the people from the Hanchuan family have made their move again.” A man walked in from outside, bowing deeply to Asakura Ken.
“Speak.”
“They have taken out several small gangs in Osaka, taking over their businesses, territory, and manpower, seemingly trying to establish a long-term foothold here. We just received news that the Ghost Fire Society has also been wiped out by them.”
Upon hearing this, Asakura Ken paused with the teacup in his hand, a sharp killing intent flashing in his eyes.
“The dogs from Kanto think they can run wild in Kansai?” he saidLight.
“However, what’s strange is that today, some of the Hanchuan family’s personnel were killed by a mysterious person on the Yamasaki Bridge, blowing up over a dozen cars. Later, a black blade fell from the sky, slicing the entire bridge in two, and many police officers were also killed or injured…
It seems that the one from the Hanchuan family came in person.”
Hearing this, Asakura Ken’s expression darkened.
If the one from the Hanchuan family came in person… then things could get troublesome.
After a moment of hesitation, he slowly set down the cup in his hand and said, “Prepare the car; I need to go to Kyoto to meet the Grand Leader.”
