Outside the arcade, a darkened clubhouse stands on the side of the street, in stark contrast to the bustling Kabuki Hall.

Evening is the hottest time for business, and no one will be stupid enough to suspend business unless there are special circumstances.

Inside the clubhouse, countless underworld members stood with guns, looked at the middle-waisted waist without saying a word, and sat upright and looked out the window at the white-haired old man.

The almost condensed killing intent made people a little breathless.

8:30 p.m

"It's out, it's out!"

Shu Ishikawa was a little emotional and started the live broadcast:

"He flagged down a taxi."

"I opened the door."

"Huh?"

"Why did he throw Ju Yudug?!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing it?!"

The taxi gradually moved away, and Gao Shanyue looked indifferently at the long box that was placed on the street and had no one to talk about....

He sighed faintly.

"Ugh...."

"Send someone down and bring Ju Yudun up."

"He already knows what we're up to."

Sakaki's actions are undoubtedly telling them that the plan has been exposed.

The long box on the ground is the best proof of this.

Even....

Before the plan even began, Sakaki had already expected what Takayama would do.

If Sakaki Makoto doesn't succeed in killing Shinichiro Akutsu, then he will die.

Once he is dead, Takayama has every reason to enter the entertainment hall and get rid of the traitor.

In other words, no matter who wins or loses tonight, Shinichiro Akuzu will die.

And Akutsu Shinichiro saw through this, so he made a desperate bet and wanted to win the third game, so that Sakaki Makoto took the chrysanthemum out and asked Takayama to take the guilt.

In this way, there is still a glimmer of life.

But the end....

Sakaki's intact appearance says it all.

The sentence in his mouth refers to tonight.

Shu Ishikawa hasn't reacted yet:

"How did we expose it?"

"It's not exposed...."

Although he became a winner, Gao Shanyue's face was not very good-looking:

"From the very beginning, Sakaki Makoto knew that we would use him to set up a killing game tonight."

"But he's still coming..."

"This person is not an idle person..."

Ishikawa Shu rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"Anyway, if the plan didn't go wrong, what should we do now?"

"Send someone to take over the casino."

Gao Shan Yue hesitated slightly:

"Let Aso take the position of the head for the time being."

"Put a few eyeliners around him."

"Keep an eye on his every move."

Today's events came relatively suddenly, and Takayama Yue also made a temporary decision.

In his original plan, Shinichiro Akuzu should have sent someone to kill Gin, and then he would sit back and enjoy it.

But it's just ....

Shinichiro Akuzu sent out a killer to the death, which angered Makoto Sakaki, which led to today's disaster.

Takayama had no choice but to push the boat down the river and get rid of Akuzu Shinichiro first.

Lian is quite old, can he still eat?

He wants to make an example of the chickens and monkeys.

As soon as Akutsu died, the other heads must have been like frightened birds, and their hearts were palpitating.

At that time, he Gao Shan Yue will reintegrate into the new group and challenge the black-clothed organization.

Jingle bells!

Gao Shanyue's phone rang suddenly.

He took out his phone and looked: Fujiwara Daisu.

It's really fast...

"Hello?"

"Fujiwara, what are you looking for?"

Fujiwara Daisuo lay on the floor, his left hand covering his neck, warm blood gushing from his fingers, kicking his legs and his body trembling.

He knew he was going to die tonight.

I lost too much blood and couldn't recover.

Struggling to take out his mobile phone and dial the phone, just to tell Gao Shanyue...

There are ghosts in the new group.

But his neck was cut, and he couldn't say a word, and he kept tapping his fingers on the microphone.

Until....

A slender palm took the phone in his hand.

Dojima Kiyoshi tore off her mask, and her long hair like the Milky Way fell down, she was so beautiful, beautiful like a cold fairy in the sky, and showed a disdainful smile to mortals:

She pinched her throat a few times, and the voice of Fujiwara Daisuo came out of her mouth:

"Team Leader Takayama, I have something I want to tell you."

"It's inconvenient on the phone, how about we meet and talk?"

"Yes, yes, then I will visit on time...."

At this moment, Fujiwara Daisu's heart was cold.

He looked at the woman blankly, not in the slightest impression that she was beautiful, but that she was as frightening as a femme fatale.

It's like falling into an endless abyss, and the consciousness goes farther and farther....

The palm of the hand hangs into a pool of blood, and life is like a flame of hope, annihilated and dissipated.

The silver-haired woman didn't look at the corpse, sat down at the table, and took out the mirror, a lot of cosmetics, and....

Skin tone silicone.

Like a demon devouring people's hearts in the painted skin, under the withered yellow light, she held the eyebrow pencil and smeared it on the silicone.

Soon, Fujiwara's Daisu-like hooded mask was born.

She coiled her hair up, pressed the silicone to her face, and modified it again.

Half an hour later....

Fujiwara Daisuo appears in the mirror.

She seemed to be very satisfied with her masterpiece, but also a little dissatisfied with Fujiwara Daisu's appearance, her brows furrowed and stretched from time to time, and she was extremely entangled.

But soon, she let go of her knots, pushed open the door and walked out.

In the comic rental house, the waiting little brother bowed at the same time and shouted in unison:

"Fujiwara-sama!"

.................

"Master, please hurry up."

Sakaki looked at the time and saw that it was already nine o'clock.

At 8:30 a.m., I was half an hour late.

The restaurant where the Maori family invited themselves to eat is in Shinjuku, not too far from the station, only 7 kilometers away.

According to his accurate time calculations, it should only take 15 minutes to get from the station to the restaurant.

But....

Who would have thought that there would be a rear-end collision in front of you!

The traffic division temporarily blocked the intersection, and the police lights flashed, causing the traffic to be extremely congested in an instant.

The taxi driver is an old man over 70 years old and wearing reading glasses.

It is clearly unrealistic to expect him to overtake ....

"Guest, you also saw that the road ahead is closed."

"Well, I'll go the other way..."

Under Sakaki's frightened gaze, the old man trembled and took out a sheet from the storage box....

Map of Tokyo.

You don't know the way?!

Sakakikoto's scalp is numb, and his mouth is bitter.

But he didn't want to complain about anything to an old man.

It's just pessimistic about the current state of the book.

What kind of society would force an old man who should be retired and retired to make money by driving a taxi?

Seeing this situation, Sakaki Makoto was even more determined to make more money.

After getting married, there are too many places to use money, such as milk powder, confinement nanny, daily expenses, travel, spare funds, etc....

He didn't want to go out to work when he was seventy or eighty.

Although Sakaki Makoto has made a lot of money since the Asakura case, he has no idea of squandering at all.

All of them were saved.

Plan for the future.

He was a man with a long vision.

Just as he was thinking about it, a policewoman from the traffic section came over and knocked on the car window.

"Hello, we expect another twenty minutes to clear the streets...."

Yumi Miyamoto said.

The old driver nodded, turned around and said:

"Guest, we also.... Guest? ”

"What about people?!"

In the back seat, Sakaki's shadow was long gone, only a 5,000 yuan bill lying there quietly.