Chapter 647
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Chapter 647: Prophecy
“It’s raining!”
Under the Black Kill Group building, more than thirty black sedans and seven or eight vans were quietly parked, each filled with fully armed members of the Black Kill Group.
Akanosuke Ken stood beneath the car, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky, somewhat surprised as he spoke, “Such nice weather, and it’s actually raining?”
In the back seat, Shen Qingzhu glanced at the sky, squinting slightly, and gently flicked the burning cigarette out of the window, which then rolled up automatically.
“Let’s go,” he said淡淡.
“Yes!”
Akanosuke Ken immediately got into the car, connecting all the vehicles through the intercom, and shouted loudly:
“Let’s move out!”
Boom—!!
More than forty engines roared to life simultaneously, bright beams of headlights lit up, and the vehicles tore through the pitch-black night, roaring away in the rain like wild beasts!
The rain was the signal agreed upon by Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu.
……
Heiqingtong Club.
Uncle Jingjie held the crying Yuzuriha, his eyes faintly glancing at the darkness in the corner.
He gently patted Yuzuriha’s head and smiled, saying, “Little Yuzuriha, the club is a bit messy, and Uncle needs to tidy it up. Can you go with Little Jin to help Uncle buy some glue and cleaning supplies?”
Yuzuriha looked up, her eyes red, and asked, “Can it really be fixed?”
“Of course.”
“…Then, okay…”
Yuzuriha released Uncle Jingjie, who gave Little Jin a look. Little Jin took Yuzuriha’s hand and slowly walked away.
In the empty street, Uncle Jingjie stood at the dark club entrance for a long time before lifting his foot and slowly walking inside.
Time passed second by second.
About five minutes after Yuzuriha and Little Jin left, several cars drove into the street. Mr. Jing, accompanied by a dozen subordinates from the Hanchuan family, quickly got out of the cars, slamming the doors shut as they approached.
“Are you sure? They’re back?” Mr. Jing asked.
“Absolutely, our people have been watching here.”
“Have you seen the target?”
“Yes, the descendant of Yuzuri Hekai is indeed here, no doubt about it.”
“What about Aoyama Qiye?”
“The person keeping watch said they just returned, and Aoyama Qiye left with someone else, but we don’t know where they went. This shop should be unguarded now.”
“Good.”
A glint of excitement flashed in Mr. Jing’s eyes. He turned to his subordinates behind him and said, “Get your gear ready; we’re going to catch someone!”
A dozen people, armed with their respective weapons, rushed to the entrance of Heiqingtong Club. As soon as they stepped inside, they froze in place.
In the dark, chaotic dining area, tables and chairs were piled haphazardly together, resembling a small mountain. The overhead light flickered on and off, occasionally sparking and illuminating the dark restaurant for a moment.
Atop that small mountain sat a middle-aged man, quietly observing. A wilting red rose was tucked into the pocket of his flashy sequined suit.
The flickering light cast his shadow against the pale wall behind him, resembling a demon standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He quietly stared at the dozen intruders, his eyes narrowing slightly.
In the darkness, his cold gaze seemed to harbor the fury of a raging lion.
……
In the rain.
A sudden, urgent ringtone pierced the air.
Yumigami Haruhi was taken aback. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Yumigami! I won the game today! I predicted a shocking secret!” Hoshimi Shouta’s excited voice came from the other end of the line.
Yumigami Haruhi raised an eyebrow. “If what you predicted is the location of the Hanchuan family, we’ve already found it…”
“Not that!” Hoshimi Shouta took a deep breath and spoke deliberately, “Today, what I predicted was… ‘Yuzuri Hekai breaks through and once again attacks the [Pure Land]!’”
“What did you say?”
Yumigami Haruhi stood frozen.
“Right? Surprising, isn’t it? If this prediction is correct, then the previous prediction of Yuzuri Hekai’s death was wrong! Perhaps he never died at all!” Hoshimi Shouta became increasingly excited.
“…I understand,” Yumigami Haruhi took a deep breath, calming his disturbed emotions. “I have something to deal with now; I’ll call you back once I’m done.”
With that, he hung up the phone.
“What’s wrong?” Lin Qiye asked.
“The unreliable prophet said, ‘Yuzuri Hekai will break through and once again attack the [Pure Land].’”
“Yuzuri Hekai?” Lin Qiye frowned. “Wasn’t he dead?”
“Now it seems, perhaps not.” Yumigami Haruhi continued walking, “When I first heard about his death, I was somewhat skeptical. How could someone who single-handedly fought his way to the [Pure Land] with three knives be so easily killed by a divine oracle? To confirm this thought, I specifically had the prophet verify this matter again…
The result was still affirmative, so since then, I’ve believed he was truly dead.”
“So, you’re saying his last prediction was just the wrong 50%?”
“Exactly.”
“Perhaps his current prediction is also wrong?”
“Yeah… but at least he has given us this possibility, opening up another line of thought.”
“If Yuzuri Hekai isn’t dead, but as the prophecy says, he’s laying a trap, then what exactly is this trap, and what is his purpose in setting it…”
As the two pondered, they had already arrived at the edge of the former Ghost Fire Society’s territory. They looked up at the nightclub radiating neon lights in the night sky, their eyes narrowing slightly.
“We’ll discuss Yuzuri Hekai’s matter later. For now, let’s handle what’s in front of us.”
“Shen Qingzhu’s people… should be arriving soon.”
Boom—!!
On the other side of the street, more than thirty cars sped past. The roaring sound of the vehicles in the deep night had already attracted the attention of the Hanchuan family members inside the nightclub. They quickly mobilized their forces and rushed toward that street.
More than twenty cars drove out of the nightclub’s parking lot, speeding onto the street and completely blocking the road, sealing off the Black Kill Group’s escape route.
“There are quite a few people.” Inside the car, Akanosuke Ken squinted at the dazzling headlights ahead, frowning slightly. He picked up the intercom and said,
“Stop the car, get out!”
The more than forty vehicles of the Black Kill Group stopped in front of the Hanchuan family’s car wall, the bright headlights illuminating the entire road like daylight. The heavy sound of car doors slamming echoed as one by one, the members of the Black Kill Group dressed in black got out, weapons in hand, coldly approaching the opposing vehicles.
The Hanchuan family members also got out of their cars, and the two groups stood facing each other in the brightly lit open space.
