Late at night.

The three of them walk through Kabukicho, where they can't sleep all night.

In the midst of the crowds that continued in the middle of the night, the three men were no different, and they did not attract anyone's attention.

It's just that the direction in which they are going, intriguing.

It's a corner that's not usually very busy.

But today is particularly sensitive.

Because it is said that just this morning, the core members of the Dark Group, who have been gaining momentum in Tokyo recently, were strangled there.

It's really unbelievable, the lair of the incomparable Dark Group is actually in such a corner.

What's even more incredible is that the powerful dark group was killed in one morning, and the team leader died tragically.

But that's the reality.

It's always unprepared, and it's helpless.

The warning bars around the hall where the accident occurred were hung high, and there was an inexplicable sense of weirdness under the faint lights shining from all directions in the dark night.

The police officer on duty was drowsy in the dark.

A gust of wind blew.

He craned his neck.

Unnoticed, three people quietly crossed the cordon and entered the scene.

"Who would have the audacity to provoke us so much?" At the front was a blond Western man with a ponytail, with a headphone in his left ear but not in his right ear, a crisp suit that didn't fit in with his surroundings.

"Could it be those guys?" Behind the blonde man in the ponytail was a man with a scar on his face, who looked around, as if he was not in the slightest visual obstacle to the darkness of the night.

"Really?" The blonde man paused and turned his head slightly to look at the man at the end.

It was a very immature girl, and although she was following them, there was obviously a sense of unwillingness and fear in her eyes.

Hearing the blonde man's question, she pursed her lips, but she didn't answer.

"It doesn't look like it anymore." The blonde ponytail man didn't care about the girl's silence, and strolled into the hall, which looked cramped from the outside.

Naturally, the corpses in the hall have already been disposed of by the police, but those strong bloody gases are still lingering.

"The power of such a tyrant, even if he has been gone for a long time, he can still feel that domineering momentum." The blonde man stood in the hall as if feeling the rampant killing that had taken place not long ago.

"Who could it be?" The scarred ponytail man frowned.

"If I'm not mistaken......," said the blond ponytail, but he said no more, and he continued inside.

came to the ultimate bloody hell.

Even after the aftermath of the police, there is still blood left here that cannot be washed.

"Alfonso died here." The blonde man sniffed the air in the room, for sure.

"That waste ......" the scarred ponytail man snorted coldly, as if he didn't want to comment more.

And the girl who followed at the end couldn't stand it anymore.

It was okay to be in the hall outside before, but once I entered this room, I didn't see the bloody hell during the day.

That kind of sinister aura still made her want to vomit.

"If you want to vomit, you can spit it out, seriously, it does taste bad here." The blonde ponytail man looked at the girl and smiled gently.

But the girl forcibly stopped the desire to vomit, how could she show weakness in front of these people.

"Let's go, we've seen it, let's go find the guy who always wants to die, it seems that this time it's a terrible enemy." The blonde man didn't mean to stay in the room for too long, put on his headphones, and walked towards the broken window.

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At the same time.

Kabukicho.

A man in a heavy hood fir made his way through the noisy crowd and into a cramped alleyway.

After turning around and turning, he finally found a small nameless shop hidden in a small alley among many love hotels and custom shops.

The man walked upstairs and pushed the door.

The door didn't close.

The room was dimly lit.

In the dim light, a woman in a loose kimono was sitting on her knees, holding a sharp needle in her hand to tattoo a person who was lying on her stomach and was probably a ** boss or something.

The woman had her back on her back, so she couldn't see her face at all.

Her kimono hung loosely over her not-so-plump body, and the drooping clothes revealed half of her bare back.

Her back was tattooed with an unknown kind of red flower, the red flower that half-leaked between her robe and skin, revealing a strange light in the dim light.

The door is opened.

The woman stopped, tilted her ears slightly, and did not look back.

Then, as if she knew who it was, she stopped what she was doing.

"I'm sorry, I'm here, please come back next time." The woman bowed very respectfully to the ** guy who was still lying on her stomach, and apologized sincerely.

The posture is extremely low, and the tone is impeccable humility.

But inexplicably, it exudes a toughness that people can't refuse.

The ** big guy who was supposed to be furious really didn't say anything, just sighed with some regret, put on his clothes, hid most of the black carp that had not been pierced, and quietly retreated without saying a word.

"Is there another breakthrough?" Only then did the woman turn a little and look sideways at the uninvited guest.

At this time, half of her face was finally revealed.

It's not amazing.

It's just an ordinary look.

But with her red kimono and the bewitching red flower on her back that only half of her side is exposed, there is an indescribable enchanting charm.

There is also mystery.

"Yes." The man took off his hood, revealing an angular young face, and he continued to undress.

He took off his entire heavy hood, revealing his muscles and the arrogant thunder and lightning that filled his entire body.

Thunderbolt tattoos.

In the dim light, they are like thunder jumping, thunder and lightning lines.

"You're amazing." Seeing this horrific scene, the woman in red finally got up slowly, walked to the young man tattooed with thunder and lightning, stretched out her hand and stroked the faintly jumping thunder, and laughed.

This laugh, even the lights dimmed.

"Let's get started." She picked up the needle with a stern and solemn expression.

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If nothing else, this week's update ends here.

I'm going to Hangzhou tomorrow to make an appointment with a wave of jianbinman.

Good night everyone.