Kanagawa Prefecture District C, Yuron Public Security Office.

In the reception room, Sato had a rare smile.

Opposite him was a slightly bloated short and fat man, the man was called Aihara, the director of the public security office, and when Aihara knew that Sato Hisashi had come to visit, he immediately came out to greet him with a smile and invited this Ota Group cadre to the reception room.

"Oops, I didn't expect to make a trip by Mr. Sato himself. Aihara smiled politely, and then glanced behind Sato Hisashi, and Aihara said strangely, "This is..."

"The one who gave me a hand is called Yamashita. ”

Hisa Sato said, "This is the director of Aihara, and Yulon Street and the surrounding development zone are under his jurisdiction. ”

Lin Nan bowed his head and didn't show too much enthusiasm, and Director Aihara was also accustomed to it, and the young newcomers to the underworld were arrogant and had a cold attitude.

Aihara withdrew his gaze and invited Sato and Lin Nan to take a seat, Shicai Masasei said, "Presumably Mr. Sato came here for that incident, right?"

"Not bad. Sato Jiu nodded, he quietly pushed an envelope along the tabletop, Lin Nan's eyes were sharp, and the thick pile was estimated to be yen, I am afraid that there are more than three million.

Sato Hisashi and Director Aihara seemed to have a good discussion, one person pushed, one person picked up, under the cover of the tea tray ordinary people are difficult to notice the abnormality, after this episode, Sato said apologetically: "These moths from Area C are due to the poor supervision of the Ota Group, for which we apologize, and ask Director Aihara to say a few kind words on the side of the Self-Defense Forces." ”

Aihara laughed, and patted his chest with his fat and huge palms: "Don't worry, the few people who died are all underworld and unemployed gangsters, as long as they are handled properly, they will not be investigated." ”

"But Sato, you must know that the Z government has entrusted such a large C area to you to manage, and you must not live up to the trust of your superiors! The conflict between the Fukuyama Group and the Kanai Group has already affected the daily lives of the common people, and if it continues to expand, we will have to consider choosing another 'manager'. ”

The carrot is a stick, and Aihara beats it with a cold face.

"Yes, yes. Sato Hisashi smiled, "Although Director Aihara is relieved, just today, the Fukuyama group will definitely stop." ”

…

Walking out of the security station, Lin Nan asked, "Where to go next?"

"Yulon Street. "Sato Hisashi is not in a good mood.

Director Aihara and the organization put a lot of pressure on him, if the conflict is not mediated well, the most optimistic result will be to go to the battlefield as cannon fodder, maybe he will be dealt with by the family law, killing chickens and monkeys.

Mercedes Benz cars are speeding down the road.

Lin Nan looked at Sato Jiu through the central rearview mirror, the other party was holding his arms with both hands, as if he was dozing, Sato was holding a katana in his arms, the scabbard was white, and there was a ruby in the middle as an embellishment, in addition, there was a long golden snake for decoration, swallowing the ruby from all sides of the scabbard.

This knife should have an extraordinary origin, and before getting into the car, Satohisa had a serious expression and a solemn expression, and took it out from under the rear seat pad.

Carefully wipe the dust on the knife with a white handkerchief until the blade can be used as a mirror, and Sato nodded with satisfaction.

Soon, the Mercedes arrived at the intended location.

This is the dividing line of Yulon Street, the left side is under the management of the Kanai Group, and the right side is the Fukuyama Group, usually their well water does not interfere with the river water, on both sides of the street of this dividing line, there is a bank and a children's foundation, two public buildings, the two sides of the sphere of influence are clearly divided.

When he heard that these two organizations combined were six hundred people, Lin Nan was already mentally prepared, but when he saw the scene of black pressure and crowds with his own eyes, he couldn't help but sigh. The cohesion of the Japanese underworld is terrible.

On both sides of the dividing line, the Fukuyama and Kanai groups were staring at each other menacingly, more than 600 people, all armed with murder weapons such as steel knives, low-cost cars such as Nissan Toyota were parked everywhere, snow-white headlights were on, the engine was humming, and there were many motorcycles, young people sat on the top and bombarded the accelerator arrogantly, and the one in the back seat whistled and waved a wooden stick.

At nearly ten o'clock in the evening, light snow was falling.

The temperature was a little cold, but it couldn't withstand the fernancy of the Fukuyama group.

On this day, all the civilians on Yulon Street closed their doors and hid in their homes, and even went out to rent a hotel in fright.

I saw that most of the Fukuyama group's subordinates were young people, hot-blooded and impulsive, and the atmosphere in the field was tense, and it seemed that a rush would break out at any time, and the ones who could maintain everyone's sanity were the men in the middle who were tall and big, revealing the totem of the Ota group.

Nogawa said angrily with a straight face: "Shut up for me!"

The roar did something of a difference, and the noise became a little quieter, but soon, Nogawa was swallowed up by the boiling shouting.

The younger brother of a second-rate organization like the Fukuyama Group is not as obedient as the members of the Ota Group, and their eldest brother also sneered with his arms crossed, without the slightest intention of dissuading him.

The attitude is obvious. I, the Fukuyama Group and the Kanai Group, can give you face, but a few heads are not enough to qualify!

On the contrary, not even a single cadre appeared, which made them feel despised.

More than 600 people gathered on a four-lane intersection, it was too chaotic, like a swarm of flies buzzing and flying, Nogawa's face was pale, and he only felt that his head was about to explode.

He saw a young man spitting and provoking the other side, but the man's oral skills were so poor that he spat on Nogawa's smooth head.

Disgusting mucus slid down his skull and flowed through the corners of Nogawa's eyes, and the young man who started it, as if he didn't seem to realize what was happening, patronized and talked to the other side.

"You kid, do you want to die!" Nogawa was furious, and the grandmaster's internal anger expanded, and he slapped the young man away on the spot.

With a bang, the young man crashed into a telephone pole in embarrassment. Nogawa was so angry that he used a lot of force, and he only heard a sound similar to the opening of a watermelon, and the young man's head was cracked, and the entire telephone pole was smashed, and in the night, the wire that was pulling and snorting blue light collapsed.

"Damn, this high-voltage line is going to be electrocuted, run!"

"Don't push me, don't push!"

"Which one stepped on my foot?"

As the telephone pole collapsed with a thud, the people on both sides finally fell silent for a moment.

Nogawa was nervous, if he waited for Sato to come and saw the same situation as this vegetable market, he couldn't think that he was incompetent?

Just as Nogawa was thinking this, a Mercedes Benz stepped on the accelerator and roared out of the night in the distance.

It was only fifty meters away from the intersection where the crowds gathered, but there was no sign of braking!

The telephone pole collapsed - hundreds of people in the Fukuyama and Kanai groups were shocked, and in this rare moment, the Mercedes-Benz made a perfect debut!

The driver was clearly an old driver, with a nice tail flick in the middle of the junction.

The leaders of the Fukuyama and Kanai groups, they glanced at the license plate number, and a flash of fear flashed on their faces, finally the cadres of the Ota group came!

'The Corpse Picker', Sato.