Uesugi Kiyoshi shot quickly, and Ueno Mitsushi was also very experienced in catching the bald black suit, so they didn't cause a commotion.

Behind the small door, there is a narrow and narrow road.

After passing through the corridor and pushing open a door again, a noisy voice was heard.

The smell of alcohol, the smell of fat powder on the woman's body, and the subtle but unconcealable smell of sweat all mixed together to form a very bad turbid air.

The red-eyed man was yelling hysterically, staring at the shaking dice on the table, and then, when the dust had settled, it was as if all the bones of his body had been sucked away, and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes completely devoid of their brightness.

The lucky lucky man laughed, greedily took the chips in front of him into his arms, and then dreamed of endless fortune, and once again put all his net worth into the game.

A fiery beauty snuggles up to a gorgeously dressed gambler, and after the gold owner wins, a handful of yen will be stuffed into the white greasy gap on his chest, causing a burst of petiteness.

There was an unlucky ghost who was bankrupt, babbling gibberish, and was carried out by the Yakuza in a black suit, and he didn't know what the fate would be.

Drunk gold fans, nothing more than that.

Here is the casino.

It is the pinned gold cave that can grasp the weaknesses of human nature.

The only one who makes a lot of money is always the dealer.

The customs shop outside is not low-grade, but this casino is a bit ordinary in comparison, although there is no shortage of well-dressed gamblers, but whether it is this noisy environment, or the shouting one after another, there is a little unpopular.

Those who are really rich and powerful will not come here to have fun.

Chiba Fujimura turned to Uesugi Kiyoshi and raised her voice.

"My lord, that's where I work..."

"I'm working as a waiter here, and the cult where that woman believes seems to be a little deeper, but I haven't been there."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded, his eyes swept left and right, and immediately saw a sturdy man in a floral shirt walking towards them.

This person was followed by several fierce and vicious Yakuza people, and his walking posture was quite arrogant, and the target was obviously Uesugi Kiyoshi and his party.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Chiba is here?"

"Master Mingkong wants to see you, come with me."

He didn't care much about Uesugi Kiyoshi, but instead had some unusual enthusiasm for Fujimura Chiba.

Judging by the tone and momentum of his speech, this should be a small leader.

When Fujimura Chiba saw this flower shirt, he subconsciously cringed and timid, but when he thought of the god behind him, his fear dissipated.

“...”

"No, I'm not going."

"I'm here to resign, I'm leaving Kyoto."

As soon as these words came out, the complexion of the flower shirt immediately changed slightly.

He looked at Chiba Fujimura without smiling and sighed.

"This is too sudden--Chiba, am I giving you a low salary?"

"If you have any questions, you can discuss them, your mother is still working under me, what's the matter if you leave alone?"

At the same time, he made a look, and a few black suits immediately spread out knowingly, faintly surrounding several people.

Fujimura Chiwa pursed her lips and subconsciously looked at Kiyoshi Uesugi.

With her gaze, Hana Shirt also noticed Kiyoshi Uesugi's presence.

He snorted, pushed away Fujimura Chiba, took a step forward, stared at Uesugi Kiyoshi condescendingly, and opened his mouth with some ferocity.

"Who are you?"

"Is Qianyu relying on you?"

"A little kid? Do you know where this is? Do you know what you're doing? ”

"Hurry up and get out, or I'll have your corpse appear in Kamogawa tomorrow!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned, stretched out his hand, and stopped the spittle Xingzi who sprayed at him, with a look of disgust.

Seeing this, Ueno Mishi hurriedly handed over a handkerchief, Uesugi Kiyoshi took it, wiped his face, and wiped his hand vigorously, the taste of contempt was self-evident.

At the same time, he spoke slowly, and his tone was a little ridiculous.

"Are the gangsters in Kyoto all bastards like you who don't follow the rules?"

"Kansai barbarian, people are as their name suggests..."

"What, after the intimidation, do you want to do it?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi had just finished loading the magic stick, and the awe-inspiring momentum of the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts was still on his body, which also made him speak and act more unscrupulously than usual.

When he came up, he opened with regional black, full of gunpowder, and the love and hatred of the Japanese Kansai and Kanto people can write more than a dozen books, and it is a long time to look down on each other.

Uesugi Kiyoshi is here to find fault, he is a native of Hokkaido all his life, and he has nothing to do with Kansai and Kanto, he just wants to anger this flower shirt and see what is behind him.

His face was domineering, and the flower shirt was a little suspicious.

As mentioned earlier, such a thing as momentum does exist, similar to an upgraded version of "temperament".

A person who has been in a high position for a long time, even if he is wearing a cloth coat, his gestures are eye-catching.

A person with a humble status, even if he suddenly gets rich, he can still make people see the shabby that cannot be washed away.

This flower shirt can be mixed in the extreme.,It's a person-like figure.,At a glance.,He felt that Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't quite right.。

He had blood in his hands and had a human life, and a child of this age was frightened by him, and I am afraid that he would have been flustered and at a loss.

This kind of disdain, but-for-tat, is either an idiot or has confidence.

The person in front of him doesn't look like an idiot...

He looked at him with no fear, but a little high-minded playfulness, as if he was watching a clown perform.

He knew the look from the eyes.

He also had this expression when he watched them kneel at his feet as he played with the defeated men.

Glancing back at one of his subordinates, the flower shirt waved his hand.

Immediately someone ran to the back, apparently to ventilate the news.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't care, he believed in the speed of those friends, it wouldn't be long before he could make a big fuss when this place was surrounded from the outside.

Now, it's nothing more than foreplay.

"Long story short, I'm here to take Qianyu away."

"If you know each other and settle your salary, I will take someone away, and I won't have the same knowledge as you."

"If you don't know each other..."

"Hehe, let's try, whose body will be found in Kamogawa tomorrow?"

Hua Shirt was suspicious in his heart, but he did not fall behind on his face.

He sneered and reached for his waist.

"I thought it was a chick from there, but it seems to be a fellow practitioner."

"Kanto?"

"Outsiders, have you ever heard of the truth that a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake?"

"Want to take someone away?"

"Ask if you say yes!"

A revolver was held in the hand of the flower shirt, and the metallic body of the gun shone with a cold glow, which was extremely dazzling.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile became subtle and excited.

"That said... Do you want to use force? ”