Chapter 628
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Chapter 628: The Amazing Adventure of the Cool Guy
Of course, he found nothing.
Avoiding surveillance had become an instinct deeply ingrained in Shen Qingzhu’s bones. Even if that oracle tried to scour the surrounding cameras, it would be impossible to find his trace; he seemed to have evaporated from the world.
At that moment, Shen Qingzhu was already on a truck, leaving Yokohama.
When the truck came to a stop and Shen Qingzhu jumped down from the cargo area, he had arrived in Kyoto.
For Shen Qingzhu, Kyoto and Yokohama seemed no different; both were modern cities with a language he couldn’t understand. If he had to point out a difference, perhaps it was that the accent here was a bit rougher.
Shen Qingzhu wandered around Kyoto for a while, and feeling a bit hungry, he began to look for something to eat nearby.
It was late at night when he reached a secluded street corner and saw a few people fighting inside, wielding sticks and knives. There were two groups: one consisted of several fierce men with tiger tattoos, heavily armed; the other had only two unarmed individuals fighting against them.
What was called a fight was actually just the outnumbered side being beaten mercilessly.
The two men were bloodied and lying on the ground, while the other group surrounded them, sneering and saying something.
Suddenly, they noticed Shen Qingzhu standing at the street corner, watching the spectacle.
“Hey! What are you looking at, kid?! Do you want to get beaten too?!”
“A little brat wandering around at this hour? Looking for death?”
“Why not rob him too? He looks weak; we could use some pocket money!”
“…”
In Shen Qingzhu’s eyes, these few people stood there chattering at him, then coldly approached with their weapons. He didn’t know what was happening, but he sensed malice in their eyes.
Originally planning to just walk away, Shen Qingzhu changed his mind.
He squinted at the group, his gaze flickering as if he was contemplating something.
He wanted to eat, but he had no money… Surely these guys had some?
They didn’t look like good people anyway; robbing them wouldn’t weigh on his conscience.
He wondered how many meals their money could buy him.
Shen Qingzhu looked at the sneering men approaching and extended his right hand, pointing at them one by one.
One, two, three… six, seven, eight.
“Eight, huh…” Shen Qingzhu’s eyes lit up. The money from eight people should be enough for him, right?
Upon hearing the vague “eight, huh,” the group suddenly froze, and anger flared in their eyes.
“This kid dares to insult us!!”
“He called us bastards! Beat him up!” (The phrase “eight, huh” sounds similar to “baka,” which means “fool” in Japanese.)
The eight fierce men rushed forward, but within ten seconds, Shen Qingzhu had taken them down with his bare hands.
Shen Qingzhu didn’t use the Forbidden Ruins; after his previous experience, he had vaguely guessed the rules here. Out of caution in unfamiliar conditions, he wouldn’t take the risk of using the Forbidden Ruins unless absolutely necessary.
Shen Qingzhu leisurely lit a cigarette for himself and began to rummage through the belongings of the eight men who were now unconscious on the ground. Meanwhile, the two bloodied individuals watched the entire scene in shock!
In their eyes, Shen Qingzhu had suddenly appeared, faced a group of armed thugs, pointed at them indifferently, uttered a single “baka,” and then knocked them all down.
Seeing injustice and drawing his sword to help, his strikes were swift and decisive—this was a hidden master who embodied the spirit of the samurai!
They struggled to get up from the ground, grabbing Shen Qingzhu’s wrist as he prepared to leave with his loot, excitedly bowing and thanking him, even saying they wanted to treat him to a meal.
When Shen Qingzhu was suddenly pulled by these two, he thought they wanted to fight again and was about to rob them of their wallets. But seeing their subservient demeanor, he hesitated… It wasn’t until they took out money from their wallets and handed it to him that his expression softened a bit.
Later, Shen Qingzhu was taken to a nearby izakaya for a big meal. Throughout the journey, the two men animatedly talked about something he couldn’t understand. He quietly watched them, occasionally nodding coldly, then focused on eating.
After the meal, as Shen Qingzhu was about to leave, the two called over a dozen more brothers and began to swear brotherhood with him.
By the time he realized what was happening, he had already gained a group of little brothers…
When Shen Qingzhu saw these dozen or so little brothers standing respectfully beside him, bowing deeply and shouting something, he finally realized that he had unknowingly become a small leader in the underworld.
These little brothers were all members of the Black Kill Group. They surrounded Shen Qingzhu and brought him back to their headquarters, introducing him to a senior officer at the time. Shen Qingzhu had no idea what they were saying; he just stood there, expressionless, staring at the senior officer with a fierce and intimidating gaze.
The officer seemed to want to ask Shen Qingzhu his name and where he was from, but Shen Qingzhu remained silent, just staring at him, making the officer feel a bit uneasy…
Later, the officer slapped his thigh and muttered something. The gist was that this kid was interesting, had spirit, had skills, and exuded an inexplicable sense of pressure. He officially added Shen Qingzhu to the member list of the Black Kill Group and decided to cultivate him.
Things became much simpler after that.
The officer continuously gave Shen Qingzhu orders to take out certain organizations, and his little brothers would lead him directly to the doorsteps of other factions. Without a word, they would rush in and beat them up, earning him the admiration of everyone around.
This lifestyle continued for over half a year. Originally, Shen Qingzhu planned to sneak away, but then he thought about how he didn’t know the language here. What could he do if he ran out? It might be even more dangerous.
At least here, he was an officer; no one would suspect him. As long as he went out to fight with this group of little brothers every day, his status in the Black Kill Group would rise rapidly.
During this time, he could also slowly learn the local language, gradually gain more power, and once he became the top dog here, he could use that influence to search for the whereabouts of other team members. That would be the best plan.
Unknowingly, he had already helped the Black Kill Group carve out a large territory, becoming a figure of great authority within the group. Until two months ago, when the second-generation leader passed away, he truly became the top leader of the Black Kill Group.
But at this point, a headache-inducing problem arose.
As the top leader, he was responsible for making decisions for the entire Black Kill Group, yet he couldn’t even understand the language. What could he do?
