Chapter 653
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Chapter 653: Kurus
“The sword master is trapped in the mirror world. If he engages in battle with the Oracle, he will undoubtedly be at a disadvantage…”
At the moment these words were spoken, the yellow-robed Oracle stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at the empty wasteland, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Standing by the window, the anxious little Jin’s expression changed.
“So, when I first stepped onto this path, you used the lights to hypnotize me…” The yellow-robed Oracle glanced at the streetlight above, a look of realization appearing in his eyes as he coldly laughed, “Unfortunately… you can confuse my senses, but you cannot confuse my spiritual perception.”
With that, the yellow-robed Oracle stepped forward, and a faint yellow glow appeared around his right fist as he struck heavily at the empty wasteland before him!
Boom——!!!
…
On the dark street, dozens of cars were speeding along.
Shen Qingzhu sat in the lead car, quietly watching the falling rain outside, seemingly lost in thought.
Beside him, the graying Akasaka Ken couldn’t help but glance at Shen Qingzhu through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with admiration and respect. After years in the underworld, he had never seen such a decisive leader.
He personally led a team from Kyoto to Osaka, restricting them to two days to investigate the Hanchuan family’s arrangements. After obtaining the layout, he struck decisively and even participated in the battle, killing the legendary young master of the Hanchuan family with two shots.
With the young master dead, the Hanchuan family in Tokyo was essentially crippled, and the current patriarch was gravely ill, unable to stir up any trouble. Next, their Black Kill Group would advance into Kanto, and it would surely be a smooth ride!
In just a year, he had led the Black Kill Group from being a local power in Osaka to a formidable force capable of intimidating all of Japan. The man sitting beside him was a legend in the underworld!
Shen Qingzhu noticed Akasaka Ken’s gaze but chose to ignore it. He was frantically reviewing the Japanese that Lin Qiye had taught him in his mind, fearing he would forget it soon.
Screech——!!
The sharp sound of brakes echoed, and under the force of inertia, everyone in the car lurched forward.
Akasaka Ken, nearly colliding with the front seat, cursed loudly, “Damn it! How do you drive? Can’t you be a little steadier?!”
The driver, swallowing hard, pointed ahead with a trembling hand and stammered, “B-but… the Oracle is up ahead!!”
Akasaka Ken froze, turning to look ahead. He saw that the previously clear traffic had come to a complete standstill. Cars were halted in the middle of the road, and all the drivers and passengers had exited their vehicles, kneeling beside them to respectfully welcome the man in red robes approaching from the other side of the road.
Not just their car, but all the vehicles of the Black Kill Group were stuck here, blocking the road completely.
“O-Oracle…”
The moment he saw the man in red robes, Akasaka Ken’s furious expression vanished, replaced by unprecedented fear. He grabbed the intercom and shouted, “Get out! Everyone get out! Welcome the Oracle!!”
In fact, he didn’t even need to shout; the vast majority of the Black Kill Group members had already quickly exited their cars, kneeling respectfully on the ground in the direction of the approaching man in red.
Akasaka Ken, drenched in rain, opened the car door and stepped out, his gaze filled with trepidation as he looked at the red-robed Oracle. This veteran who had dominated Osaka’s underworld for decades, a senior member of the Black Kill Group, showed no hesitation as he knelt before the Oracle.
His forehead pressed tightly against the ground.
Just moments ago, they had defeated the Hanchuan family, killed Hanchuan Shi, and were planning to dominate the entire Japanese underworld. Now, they knelt on the ground in reverence, devoid of any hostility or arrogance. At this moment, they were no longer fierce tigers but a group of docile sheep.
Simply because the person they were bowing to represented the divine.
They were indeed part of the underworld, and they did represent evil, but they were also worshippers of the divine, albeit not of the gentle gods like the God of Fortune…
The red-robed Oracle’s gaze lightly swept over these people, his eyes showing no emotional fluctuations. To him, these kneeling gangsters were no different from ordinary passersby.
As long as they were not at the level of “vicious ghosts,” they would not significantly impact the order of this world. The matters of ants should be left to the ants themselves to handle.
The red-robed Oracle’s gaze scanned the surroundings and locked onto a particular car, his brow slightly furrowing.
At that moment, Akasaka Ken finally realized something. He glanced around with his peripheral vision, and after a moment of confusion, a look of disbelief and shock appeared in his eyes:
Where is the group leader?!
Creak, creak——
Rain poured down on the car windows, but it was quickly swept away by the rapidly moving windshield wipers. Behind the misty windshield, Shen Qingzhu sat alone in the car, observing the members of the Black Kill Group kneeling on the ground, his brow slightly furrowing.
He opened the car door and slowly stepped out.
His black leather shoes splashed into the puddle beside the car, creating ripples. Shen Qingzhu, draped in the flowing cloud haori that symbolized the group leader’s status, stood quietly in the rain, gazing at the man in red robes whom everyone was bowing to.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Group leader! Hurry and kneel! That person is the Oracle!” Akasaka Ken knelt beside Shen Qingzhu and whispered urgently.
Shen Qingzhu stood there, seemingly ignoring Akasaka Ken’s reminder. In the silent street, only Shen Qingzhu in his flowing cloud haori and the red-robed Oracle faced each other.
“Why… aren’t you kneeling?” The red-robed Oracle stared at Shen Qingzhu and spoke淡淡地.
Shen Qingzhu looked at him coldly, showing no intention of responding, his narrowed eyes filled with sharpness.
The red-robed Oracle frowned slightly, a red halo appearing from his left eye, instantly locking onto Shen Qingzhu standing in the rain, as if trying to discern his identity.
“Facial recognition in progress… Retrieving identity code… Retrieval failed, no such person found.”
An electronic voice echoed in the red-robed Oracle’s mind. He paused slightly, as if realizing something, a look of surprise appearing on his face.
“You are an intruder?”
The inability to find his information in the “Pure Land” meant that the other party was not Japanese. Coupled with the intruder’s “tradition” of not kneeling before the Oracle, the red-robed Oracle instantly guessed Shen Qingzhu’s identity.
Shen Qingzhu still did not respond.
He shifted his gaze away from the red-robed Oracle and looked at the other Black Kill Group members, who were kneeling respectfully like ants on the ground. His expression darkened, and a hint of anger flickered in his eyes.
In the rain,
He looked at the Oracle, slowly raised his hand, and lightly drew his thumb across his neck, making a cold gesture of cutting his throat…
“Kurus.” (Kill)
