Along the aisle into the underground, only to find that the place is not big, only the size of a small underground parking lot, and empty no one, but a huge elevator at the end of the aisle has explained their whereabouts, we entered the elevator, took out the pass card in the elevator operation panel of the recognizer swipe, did not wait to press the button The elevator will automatically start, and take us to the ground.

The elevator went for five or six minutes, and there was no end, and it was roughly estimated that we had gone down to about 100 meters underground, I peeked to see Chen Sanshan, only to see the old guy's face becoming more and more heavy, and seeing the inquiry in my eyes, the old guy said impatiently: "That's right, this is the real yàn room of the master! Damn, even the elevator is the one that Lao Tzu installed back then! Lao Tzu's original nest is really occupied by the devil!"

"So what's left here really hasn't been burned?" I asked with a little horror, the underworld or something, no matter how much there is, we are not afraid, but what if the things left by these old madmen back then were dug out and used by this Kanto Gongwu Society!?

"It should ...... Wouldn't it?" the old guy said uncertainly: "The real yàn room here is divided into several layers, and when the fire is lit, the fire burns from the deepest layer, and there may be a little unburned at the top, but there must be nothing left at the bottom, and besides, if a gang of underworld gets the master's things, how can they hold back and not use it? I have already used these things to usurp the throne and dominate the world, and what are you messing with in this industry with no future?"

I snorted disapprovingly, if it really seems to be burned so clean as the old guy said, then how did the Fujita Weapons Research Institute come about? Besides, how do you know that people didn't use what you burned to usurp the throne and dominate the world? Don't you see so many right-wingers coming to power in the past two years to stir up trouble and stir up the storm? You old thing dare to guarantee that there is no fault of you?

Ding! Don't wait for us to continue to discuss this issue in depth. The elevator doors slowly opened, and we were immediately stunned by what we saw: a rotunda the size of two or three football fields. The pure white walls stretched from the feet to the high ceilings, and the embedded white lights poured pale light overhead, illuminating the otherwise dark depths of the underground as if it were day.

There was no furniture or decoration in the hall, just square straw mat mats one after another on the smooth mirror-like floor, and at this time there were already many people kneeling on the cushions, and a bunch of people gathered in a chaotic manner in the east and west, as if waiting for something to happen. When we stepped out of the elevator, many of us looked back at us with wariness, but when they realized that they didn't know us and that we weren't their opponents at all, they all looked back with contempt. The Japanese yakuza are also in a competitive relationship, and the way we look is probably because they regard it as a small community that is struggling to survive in some corner.

At such times, we naturally do not seek to die and talk to others. Honestly chose an inconspicuous corner. He sat on his knees as he could, and at the same time sneaked around like a thief, trying to find a clue here.

After looking at it for a while, I really found that there was something strange here, not to mention that in addition to the fact that we are basically unruly underworld heroes sitting here, how can it be the same as holding a parent-teacher conference for children, sitting here one by one and not daring to move, even talking in a low voice, as if afraid of breaking the rules here?

The fact that this weird and oppressive atmosphere can be created can only explain one thing. The organizer of today's rally is definitely a figure with great prestige in the underworld. That's why these big brothers of the underworld who are stomping their feet outside and shaking the ground can sit here with their anger and rules.

I couldn't help but get a little nervous because of the pressure exerted by the faceless host, and quietly reached into my pocket, pulled out a mushroom and stuffed it into my mouth, and armed myself anyway.

"Baga!" "My series of actions happened to be seen by a middle-aged underworld in a flower shirt and white suit sitting not far from me, with a scar on his face, and saw that I, a hairy boy, dared to steal food in private on such a strict occasion, and I didn't even have to drink saliva, I couldn't help but be furious, and I pointed at me and reprimanded me loudly.

This quarrel naturally attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads to look here, for which I could only keep my face shut and shut my mouth, and take out an inexplicable innocent look to be silent, this is not exactly pretending, who let this grandson squirt out of his mouth We can't understand a word?

In the face of the discipline and reprimand of the seniors, the juniors not only do not bow their heads and admit their mistakes but also pretend to be okay, which is a big rebellion in Japan, where the class concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even in school or company, there are people who dare not open their eyes to contradict the seniors like this, and they are not negotiable, let alone in the underworld club, so the scar-faced man in the suit stood up scolding, and he was going to come over and teach me the rules of being a grandson.

I hurriedly took the time to chew the mushrooms in my mouth twice, swallowed them stiffly, and at the same time raised my legs to stand up and pull out the posture to let this old boy know that not everyone can teach a lesson.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" The strange rhythm of the musical instrument percussion sounded out of nowhere, which seemed to startle everyone, the scar-faced man who had just stood up glared at me indignantly, and unwillingly returned to his seat to kneel again, and the other guys who had planned to watch the excitement heard the sound and quickly turned around solemnly, with a dog-legged posture to welcome the master's arrival.

The sound of rattling sounded, and the floor in the center of the hall in the distance suddenly opened, and a figure stood on the lifting platform and slowly rose from the floor, the distance was too far to see the person's face, and only vaguely felt that it was a woman, because she was wearing a bright red suit with pleated edges, and long hair with a long shawl with ion perm.

The appearance of this person was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and more than a thousand people greeted each other in as uniform a tone as possible, holding their knees with both hands, straightening their waists and lowering their heads deeply.

Because there is no need to lie down and kowtow just lower our heads, so we also follow the meaning of shrinking our necks so as not to be discovered, at this time the tall woman on the platform has risen to the height where she can look down on everyone, and she glanced down and saw that everyone lowered her eyebrows and seemed to be very satisfied, and she lightly opened her lips and leaned on the microphone of the lifting platform to start speaking.

As a result, the first thing Ya said shocked me with white sweat on my back - the duck has a sissy voice! Ya is a two-tailed man!

As if to confirm my judgment, the white wall that I thought was the wall suddenly lit up, and a pseudo-mother's face with a pointed jaw and a high nose and a spring at the corner of her mouth suddenly surrounded everyone in the venue from all directions.

The ionic long hair of the two tails covered the left eye, and the right eye threw out a wink and began to speak in a sharp and heart-wrenching voice, I forcibly endured the nausea, and wanted to ask Zhao Mingxuan, what the grandson was talking about, the pseudo-mother suddenly brushed the hair of the left eye, and scared me again - his left eye was fake, and the place that should have been the white of the eye was painted black, but the position of the pupil became a clock dial, and there were three hands ticking and walking, which looked very strange!

This is the most selfless man I have ever met, and I muttered to myself, how does he see the time when he puts the watch in that place......?

ps: Yesterday's nineteenth chapter was sent more than a dozen times but couldn't pass the review, and there may be a lot of typos in order to pass the review, so forgive me.