"Team Leader Sakata, Yamamoto Kenhito has come to visit your old man......" There is an emerald green screen inside the gate, but it is not transparent, so Yamamoto Kenren can't see the situation inside at all, and he doesn't dare to enter rashly, so he can only ask to see him loudly outside the door.

Although he is Sakata's most trusted subordinate, but every time he comes here, Sakata puts a lot of pressure on him, sometimes, Yamamoto Kenren is afraid that one day Sakata will go crazy and kill him, this possibility is still there, just when Yamamoto Kenren spoke, the melody of the cherry blossom poem, seemed to pause, and then a woman's exclamation sounded, and then there was a loud shout "Yaga" from inside.

This startled Kenhito Yamamoto and the others, but then the surroundings fell silent, and the woman's exclamation only rang out, like a duck pinched by the neck, and stopped abruptly, and the melody of the cherry blossom poem also stopped.

"Team Leader Sakata, what's going on?" Although Kenhito Yamamoto lowered his head, he saw that at the bottom of his emerald green screen, there was clearly blood flowing out of the wooden board, which made his body vibrate, although he had already guessed that there was a dead person inside, but the visual impact was even more terrifying.

"Jian Renjun, why did you remember to come to see me today, an old man?" Sakata's voice slowly came out from behind the screen, in fact, he hadn't bothered about the affairs of the Yamaguchi-gumi for a long time, many times it was Yamamoto Kenhito on the bright side, and among the low-level people of the Yamaguchi-gumi, many people thought that Yamamoto Kenhito was the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi and didn't know about Sakata's existence at all.

"Come in, a few of you are here, something must have happened, come in and talk about it......" Sakata said again.

Usually, Kenhito Yamamoto comes alone, and there is nothing important, and he will not bother Sakata, but this time he not only came in a hurry, but also brought people, thinking that something important had happened outside.

"Hey!" Kenhito Yamamoto agreed, took off his shoes, and stepped on the wooden board in a pair of extremely white stockings, while Hatoyama and the others took off their shoes like him.

"Team Leader Sakata, have they made you angry again?" Bypassing the emerald green screen, Yamamoto's breathing suddenly tightened, and in front of him was not a corpse, but two headless corpses.

The two dead women, one of them was holding a hammer in his hand, the blood next to her corpse seemed to have condensed, apparently dead for a while, and in the arms of one of the two corpses, he was holding an ancient pipa similar to Huaxia, and the neck was still bubbling with blood, the beautiful melody just now should have come from this woman.

With a slight flick, Yamamoto Kenhito saw the two heads, and I have to say that the faces of these two Japanese women are very good, but at this moment, their faces are full of fear, and their eyes are still closed.

There is an ancient Chinese saying that death is not blind, but the highest level of killing is to let the dead close their eyes out of fear!

At this time, the old man sitting in the middle of the bloodstained ground did not feel the slightest discomfort, as if he had long been accustomed to these things, and at this time he was wiping the shining silver sword that had not yet been sheathed, but there was not the slightest trace of blood on the snow-white handkerchief.

This sword is Sakata's beloved thing, every time he wipes the sword, he has a pious attitude, after wiping the sword, the old man raised his head, and glanced indifferently at the body of Yamamoto Kenhito, just a glance, and several people who looked at it couldn't help but shudder at the same time.

Kenhito Yamamoto is not bad, after all, he has seen Sakata more times than Hatoyama, and Hatoyama's legs are trembling, but fortunately he is not too out of shape.

Sakata's face is very ruddy, judging from the complexion, he is no more than fifty years old at most, but if you look closely at his eyes, you will find that his eyes are bright, as if they can penetrate people's hearts, no worse than a young man, and it is even more rare to be able to read some vicissitudes of time from his eyes!

"I'm a little rude to let you see this," Sakata thrust the sword into the scabbard in front of him, clapped his palms, and several young men came out of the back room.

The young men seemed to have become accustomed to the situation in front of them, and after saluting Yamamoto Kenhito, they began to clean up the corpses and blood stains on the ground.

Although someone immediately cleaned the floor with water and sprayed some perfume to cover up the smell of blood in the house, the smell of murder could not be eliminated at all, and the faces of Yamamoto Kenhito and the others were a little pale, and they secretly wondered in their hearts that if Sakata knew the news of the killing of his old son Lisander, he would be angry and cut off the heads of several of his own people.

Thinking of this, Kenhito Yamamoto couldn't help but be a little scared, but he couldn't care so much at this time.

"I've been a little irritable and very irritable these days, so I want you to see the joke," Sakata's voice was a little slurred, but Yamamoto Kenhito and the others pricked up their ears, for fear of missing a word.

"Team leader, whatever you say, they are for you," Hearing Sakata's words, Yamamoto Kenhito hurriedly agreed, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, these people are the best art/prostitutes in the country.

In addition to serving and catering for guests, a large part of them are to attend certain banquets, with singing and dancing, music, and musical instruments to entertain the performance, and usually invite these artists/prostitutes are rich and powerful men in the upper class, especially when talking about business, they like to invite a geisha / prostitute as a companion, pour wine and serve food for them, and adjust the atmosphere.

The cost of cultivating a good geisha is extremely expensive, the learning content is extraordinarily varied, and the process is very arduous. Sakata doesn't manage the trivial affairs of the Yamaguchi-gumi very much, he usually is almost idle, he likes the traditional culture of the Wakoku country, in his manor, there is always a team of art/prostitutes to perform for him, but what makes Yamamoto Kenren helpless is that in a few years of hard work, he has changed several groups of art/prostitutes for Sakata, and there are more than 30 geish/prostitutes who have died under Sakata.

This made Yamamoto Kenren a little unbearable, because he was looking for the best geishas/prostitutes, and some even had a certain influence in society, but Sakata was not soft at all, but Yamamoto Kenhito didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't even dare to show his dissatisfaction, so he had to swallow all these into his stomach.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Sakata sat there kneeling with half-squinted eyes, his figure was not tall, probably because the Japanese people were short and small, but Sakata was still a little rickety, and the domineering murderous aura just now was also reined in, as if he was more than ten years old in an instant, and he was almost like two people just now, which is undoubtedly something that can only be done by cultivating to a certain level.

"Team leader, I have bad news for you!" Kenhito Yamamoto, who was also kneeling two meters away from Sakata, attached his body heavily, and said with grief: "For the honor and interests of the organization, Major Team Leader Lisander has gone to see His Majesty the Emperor!" ”

"What...... What the? As soon as Yamamoto's voice fell, he suddenly noticed that the air around him had dropped by more than twenty degrees in an instant, and if it weren't for the sunlight shining on the floor, Yamamoto Kenhito would almost think that he had gone to the North Pole.

This fierce cold air enveloped this space, forcing Yamamoto Kenren and several people not to dare to raise their heads, and the bodies of several people trembled involuntarily, and no one knew if this old man would cut off his heads in anger.

At this time, several people's foreheads were firmly pressed against the ground, not daring to make any sound, for fear that the slightest movement would attract Sakata's sharp blade, and they didn't want to die as inexplicably as those geishas.

Don't look at them as the core of the Yamaguchi-gumi, but if they die in this place, no one will say anything, and even some people in the Yamaguchi-gumi will gloat, because if they die, there will be a new leader going up, of course, no matter what, the person behind the scenes who controls the overall situation in the end will always be Sakata!

"What's going on? You told me as it was, ordinary people in this world can't kill Lisander," Sakata's originally somewhat muffled voice suddenly became sharp at this moment, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop in an instant, and the chill made the goosebumps on Kenhito Yamamoto and the others explode.

Yaga, his conscience was greatly broken, and when he heard that Hatoyama and the others behind him were silent, Yamamoto Kenren scolded secretly in his heart, but he had to say what happened.

In the face of Sakata, Yamamoto Kenhito didn't dare to have anything to hide, and told Lisander's trip to country M to escort the gambling king tournament and inspect the market, and prepare to develop the Yamaguchi-gumi forces.

Kenhito Yamamoto finally said: "The body of Major Team Leader Lisander, we have been transported back from Las Vegas, and we will be able to return to the Japanese country tomorrow, and I hope that the team leader can mourn you!" ”

From the report that came, Yamamoto Kenhito knew that Lisander's body was blown up to a thousand holes, and his head was cut off, and it couldn't be repaired at all, so when he spoke, he kept worrying, I really don't know if Sakata would be angry and involved in the matter after seeing Lisander's broken sack-like corpse, and when the time comes, at the funeral, it will be crazy.

When Yamamoto Kenhito's words were finished, the room fell into a deathly silence, and Yamamoto Kenhito clearly heard the rapid breathing of the old man two meters away from him!

PS: Sometimes there are typos, forgive me, I'm trying to save the manuscript! There's another chapter in a minute!