Two cute petite. The little girl tried her best to endure Long Xiaoqi's ghost crying wolf howl, and still maintained a smile on her face. They clapped against their will, listening to the cherry blossom song over and over again.

This is an entertainment venue for soldiers, where you can enjoy the safest and most meticulous service. Every woman has her own unique skills, and the fees are not expensive. Normally, GIs stationed in Okinawa like to spend their weekends in such places. No one cares about this, and even the commanders encourage GIs to search for such places. Have fun.

There are too many scandals caused by the GIs in Okinawa, and the root cause of this is that the needs are not met. In fact, it is also a common social phenomenon, for example, in many countries where ******** services are legal, there are very few cases of violence. Because there is no need to use violence at all, only a little money is needed to meet the demand.

Long Xiaoqi did not shy away from playing here, still arrogant and arrogant. He didn't even know that the underworld had been standing outside for a long time. The moment he walked out into the street, he was immediately targeted by the underworld; When he walked into this entertainment venue and was happy, the underworld began to gather. As for the police...... The police had known that he had appeared, but none of the police had been dispatched, because the police had only sentenced him to prison when they caught him, and the underworld had killed him if they caught him. It's best to leave this kind of thing to the underworld.

"Smack!"

Murakami stunned a waiter with a palm, quickly changed into the other party's clothes, and turned his waist into a staff member in the field. He straightened his bow tie, walked through one box after another with a bottle of red wine, and saw the underworld. Some of these triad members in suits sat in boxes, and even said that the passages and halls were occupied by the mafia.

Patches and patches, all black suits bulging at the waist.

Seeing these underworlds, Murakami showed an imperceptible smile. He didn't think that these underworlds would be able to kill their targets, and that they would just be killed when they came here.

This is a seduction, or rather a provocation in the open. Murakami didn't know how Long Xiaoqi escaped death, but he knew that the other party still dared to make a big show, and he was afraid that he wouldn't find him. As for these underworld gangsters who are just piggybacking on small characters, how could Murakami not come in the face of such provocations? He has already missed once, and he will never allow a second miss.

"You, get out of here!" A triad makes a rude voice at Murakami.

Murakami just smiled and continued to walk forward with his wine.

"Fuck you off, didn't you hear me?" The voice of the underworld became louder, and he walked over with his arms dangling, reaching out and grabbing the other party's shoulder.

The moment his hand grabbed his shoulder, Murakami's left hand turned out a mad dog tactical knife like lightning and stabbed straight into the underworld's chest. And as he poked in, he changed direction and walked into the empty box next to him. When he walked in, the underworld also numbly followed in, seemingly completely uncontrolled.

The series of actions were extremely natural, and even the other underworld in front of him didn't feel anything abnormal. From his point of view, it was his companion who grabbed the waiter and walked into the box, to teach the disobedient guy a good lesson.

As soon as he walked into the box, the saber in Murakami's left hand was rotated and pulled, and the blade flashed, slashing the opponent's throat with great pleasure. Then, under the cover of noise, he kicked the other party on the sofa and closed the door and walked out.

There was not a drop of blood on his body, it was clean and neat. The underworld convulsed on the couch, blood gushing outward from his chest and neck, all sucked by the fabric of the couch. After a short ten seconds, he was lying there straight, staring at his lifeless eyes in absolute stillness.

"Hey, fuck off!" Another underworld came over.

As soon as he got closer, the saber in Murakami's hand flashed again, slicing the other party's throat and neck artery.

The underworld stood there silently, and the blood on his neck gushed out wildly. He didn't see how the other party came out of the knife at all, he just felt a cold in his neck, and he didn't even feel the smell of death.

Murakami skillfully put away the spotless saber, pinched the goblet on the tray with his left hand and shook it towards the blood arrow, caught half a cup of red blood, and continued to stride forward.

When he reached the corner of the passage, another underworld blocked his way.

The Mad Dog tactical knife flashed out again, and as a result, the life of the underworld ......

Everyone knows that the lights in the entertainment venue are dim, and everyone knows that there are many passages in the entertainment venue, connecting one box after another. The underworld that had long been occupied here was distributed in every passage, but when Murakami walked over, these guys who were originally standing with their arms in their arms turned into cold dead bodies.

No sound came out, not even the sound of lying on the ground, which was drowned out by the music. The smell of blood became intense, but all the blood was absorbed by the carpet, revealing dark flowers in the dim light.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Murakami walked to the door of the box where Long Xiaoqi was and knocked lightly. Behind him was a corpse, and so was a corpse at his feet, and there was still no blood on his body, clean and refreshing, except for the hot blood in the goblet.

Hearing a knock on the door, the two ****** immediately jumped up to open the door. They really couldn't stand Long Xiaoqi singing cherry blossoms there over and over again, and this guest was just concentrating on singing cherry blossoms, singing in both intelligible and incomprehensible languages, including Chinese. It is even said that they can memorize the Chinese words according to the pronunciation: Nima, Nima......

This is a Chinese guest...... The Chinese guests are very wealthy. Young ****** are no longer the kind of people who refuse to receive Chinese guests, and in their philosophy, Chinese guests make more money.

But this guest is really ...... Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms...... They sang cherry blossoms all the time, didn't play anything, didn't even touch them. Of course, many customers have their own habits, which is not new in Japan.

The boring little sister got up at the same time to open the door, so that moving can also alleviate the powerful lethality brought by the cherry blossom song.

"Your wine, sir." Murakami smiled and walked in with a wine plate.

Long Xiaoqi finally put down the microphone and finally stopped singing his Nima, and instead focused on Murakami's body, showing a smile. And the eye swept it from top to bottom, and his mouth made a tskling sound, as if admiring a beautiful woman.

The two fateful girls looked at Long Xiaoqi and then at the waiter, and suddenly became depressed: This is a......