Chapter 637
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Chapter 637: Invitation from the Black Kill Group
The east gradually brightened.
At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today’s search mission, arrived punctually at the entrance of the Black Wutong Club, where Ayumi Seihui had been waiting for a long time.
The two pretended to have just returned from drinking, climbed the stairs, chose an empty private room to sit down, and locked the door behind them.
“I’ve discovered some issues,” Ayumi Seihui said as she settled onto the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.
“What is it?”
“Today, while searching the territory of the Ghost Fire Society in the west, I noticed several suspicious individuals lingering outside their territory, acting furtively as if they were gathering intelligence,” Ayumi Seihui said seriously. “Moreover, I found that the Ghost Fire Society has been completely wiped out; it has now become a refuge for the Hanchuan family.”
“Is someone secretly investigating the Hanchuan family’s operations?” Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
“It seems so, and the other party is organized and disciplined, with clearly defined roles, unlike those small gangs that fish in troubled waters.”
Not a small gang…
“Could it be the Black Kill Group?” Lin Qiye frowned slightly.
“The Kansai region is indeed the territory of the Black Kill Group. The Hanchuan family has extended its reach here and is acting so arrogantly that the Black Kill Group cannot just sit back and take it. If it’s the Black Kill Group that is secretly investigating the Hanchuan family’s operations, preparing to take action against them, that’s also very likely.”
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment. “If the Black Kill Group intends to act against the Hanchuan family, it could be a good thing for us.”
“Someone is stirring up trouble in Osaka, which is certainly a good thing, but the premise is that they must not go too far. Otherwise, if Hanchuan Tsukasa uses the Wazutsukido, it might instead affect our plans.
After all… the knife in Hanchuan Tsukasa’s hand is not something a group of gangsters can handle.”
“By the way, what is the name of that knife? How can it cause such massive destruction from such a distance?” Lin Qiye recalled the bridge-slicing knife that fell from the sky and couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s the fifth of the Wazutsukido, called [Black Rope]. Within a thirty-kilometer radius of the knife master, as long as a coordinate is given, the knife’s projection can be struck down within that coordinate range, causing terrifying damage.”
Ayumi Seihui paused for a moment before continuing, “By the way, the ranking of the Wazutsukido is not based on strength but rather the order in which they were forged, so being ranked higher does not necessarily mean being stronger.”
Lin Qiye nodded. “So as long as he doesn’t know our coordinates, [Black Rope] cannot pose a threat.”
“That’s right.”
“Let’s wait and see how things unfold, to see how far the Black Kill Group and the Hanchuan family can go.” Lin Qiye looked out at the street gradually illuminated by sunlight and said slowly.
…
Due to the business hours, the lives of the people at Black Wutong had completely flipped; they slept during the day, got up in the afternoon, and prepared to open for business at night.
By dusk, Xiao Jin lazily walked out of his room and saw Uncle Jingjie standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, greeting him.
“Good afternoon, Uncle Jingjie.”
“Xiao… Xiao Jin…” Uncle Jingjie stood stiffly by the window, looking down, his body slightly trembling. “It seems… we’ve gotten ourselves into trouble?”
Xiao Jin was taken aback.
He stepped over to the window and looked down, his body jolting!
He saw four or five black cars parked neatly at the entrance of the Black Wutong Club, with a dozen men in black surrounding the entrance. In front of the leading car, a sinister middle-aged man in his fifties sat on the hood, holding a cigarette in his left hand, glancing up at the building.
“I am Asakura Ken, an officer of the Black Kill Group. You have one minute to come down and open the door; otherwise, we’ll help you open it.”
One of the burly men beside him pulled an axe from the trunk of the car, standing at the entrance with a sinister smile on his face.
“Open the door! Hurry and open the door! The expensive door I renovated cannot be destroyed like this!”
Uncle Jingjie quickly made a decision, rushing down the stairs. Out of professional instinct, he instinctively tidied his clothes, combed his hair, and smiled as he opened the door.
The group of burly men surrounded the door, turning to look at Asakura Ken, waiting for his command.
Asakura Ken calmly stepped forward, walking to the entrance of the Black Wutong Club. His indifferent eyes, hiding a murderous intent, locked onto Uncle Jingjie’s, and he patted his shoulder, slowly speaking:
“Don’t panic; we’re here to give you money.”
Asakura Ken glanced back at his subordinates, who immediately understood and opened a black box in their hands, revealing a neatly stacked box of cash.
Uncle Jingjie and Xiao Jin were both stunned in place.
…
A few minutes later.
In the private room, a dozen members of the Black Kill Group stood like a wall beside the door, while Asakura Ken sat alone on the large sofa in the room, calmly gazing at Uncle Jingjie and Xiao Jin sitting opposite him.
Uncle Jingjie was fine; after all, he was older and had weathered many storms. Faced with the head of Osaka’s largest underworld organization, he remained composed, sitting upright with a warm smile typical of a professional host.
In contrast, Xiao Jin appeared more anxious, sitting timidly, avoiding Asakura Ken’s gaze, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“… I think I’ve made my intentions very clear, haven’t I?”
Asakura Ken pushed the black box filled with cash toward Uncle Jingjie and spoke lightly:
“Recently, the two most popular hosts in your club, that… Asayu and Ayumi, are the hottest in Osaka. If you’re willing to lend them to me to accompany our Black Kill Group’s leader for a while, all this money will be yours.
Furthermore, from now on, your Black Wutong Club will be under the protection of our Black Kill Group. You won’t need to pay protection fees; anyone who dares to cause trouble in your establishment will be opposing us.
I believe my sincerity is sufficient… what do you say, Manager Jingjie?”
Uncle Jingjie stared at the box full of cash, falling into silence.
Outside the private room.
Yurina yawned as she walked down the stairs step by step, noticing that the restaurant on the second floor was empty, looking somewhat puzzled.
Just as she was about to say something, a hand covered her mouth.
Yurina turned in terror, only to see Lin Qiye standing beside her, extending his index finger and making a “shh” gesture.
Recognizing Lin Qiye’s face, Yurina immediately quieted down, blinking her eyes, filled with confusion.
Beside Lin Qiye, Ayumi Seihui had quietly approached the door of the private room like a ghost, listening intently to the conversation inside, her eyes slightly narrowed.
