The offensive was launched at the same time.

There are superficial conflicts in this mansion, but in other places, there are also countless undercurrents.

On the main road leading from Arakawa Ward to Shinjuku, a convoy of cars is speeding around.

The car was full of men in black with fierce eyes.

These are the killers of the Source Society.

Genkai, Zenshin Kai and Higashi Wenyu have reached a cooperation agreement, they each take what they need, Zenshin Yoshiryu wants to Bubu Seal, and he wants to link the heroic soul of Oda Nobunaga.

Shanxin Jilong wants to master extraordinary power, he has a high vision, and he can't look down on the mirror of general inheritance, in his opinion, he is just a match for the sixth day demon king of the overlord of the world.

The desire of Gen Ryukai is relatively simple, he wants money, he wants the business of the Tobunkai in Arakawa District, he wants to expand his power, and the focus of the Genkai's business is shifted.

He's had enough of being a rat-like killer in the gutter all his life.

Therefore, today Yuan Longhai and Shanxin Jilong will definitely send people to the Dongwen Club to join in the fun, whether it is normal assistance or fishermen's profits, they will all be present, otherwise they will not even be able to drink soup.

Yuanlong Hai was small and didn't come in person, but just sent his elite killers.

On rainy nights, there were very few cars on the road, and they were speeding all the way and fast.

Suddenly, the road in front of me became congested, and many vehicles were blocked in the middle of the road.

The convoy of the Yuanhui was very vigilant to keep the distance between the cars and stopped, they were all from killers, and they were cautious in doing things.

Soon, several of the killers of the Source Society got out of the car to check on the situation.

A few minutes later, the investigators returned, bringing back not-so-good news.

"There are roadblocks and car blocking nails set up on the road ahead, and many vehicles have been recruited, and now they are blocked and the road ahead is impassable."

The leading killer listened to his men's report and frowned.

Is there such a coincidence in the world? He didn't believe it.

"Make a U-turn and take a detour, quick!"

The efficiency of the Yuanhui's actions was quite high, and some of the huge convoys turned around in an orderly manner, preparing to make a detour.

At this moment, in the dim rainy night, several dazzling headlights broke through the rain curtain brightly, so that the killers of the Yuanhui couldn't open their eyes.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged into the heart of the leader of the team.

In the next second, his hunch came true.

Several expensive-looking sports cars maintained a high speed, like a dying god, and rushed towards the convoy of Genkai.

One last glance, he saw the driver's seat of those sports cars - there was no one on them, it was all autopilot.

Immediately afterward, the sound of vehicles colliding was incessant, and after a brief silence of several seconds, explosions resounded through the night sky of Arakawa District.

The convoy of the source meeting was blown upside down, like a grand firework.

In a roadside open-air café only a few hundred meters away from the place where the incident occurred, under a wide parasol, a somewhat stout teenager with wheat-colored healthy skin took off his sunglasses, looked at the colliding convoys, and nodded with great satisfaction, like a painter admiring his masterpiece.

Then, he reached for his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Liu, it's me."

"Well, that's it, none of those killers will be there, I'm just losing a few sports cars and some explosives, little things."

"I know, you can rest assured, I cleared the surroundings in advance, I won't hurt innocent people, no innocent people will be injured, the gangsters will be on fire, those police won't care, I've done it, someone will come to finish it."

"Okay, I know, then I'll withdraw first, and get together again when I'm free."

The stout boy hung up the phone, put on his headphones, hummed a hip-hop tune, and left the scene leisurely and nonchalantly.

Behind him was the fire that was still burning tenaciously in the heavy rain, and the mess under the Yuanhui.

On the other side of the phone, Liu Longren also slowly put away his mobile phone.

The young master of Kowloon was wearing a slim black suit, holding a sword with a cold light in his hand, with beads of blood flowing down in a line, and the corners of his mouth under the face towel moved slightly, revealing an inconspicuous smile.

Half of his suit was soaked in blood, and he was in a remote alley, surrounded by countless fallen Yakuzas.

Some have lost their lives, some are missing arms and legs, and are still moaning, and some are struggling to get up, but finally they fall weakly.

And the only one who can still stand is the gloomy face of Zenshin Jilong.

One of the nine dragons of the Kowloon Group, the president of the Shan Shin Society, risked being attacked by the pigtails and personally brought people to help Dong Wenyu.

This shows how strong his desire for Buwuyin is.

However, it is a pity that he met Liu Longren, who had already made an alliance with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

This young master of Kowloon had already planned to block them in an alley, masked in a black scarf, and without saying a word, he drew his knife and cut it, and in less than five minutes, he was left standing in a team of hundreds of people.

The sword can't add to his body, the gunfire can't hurt his life, with one enemy and one hundred, unscathed, this is what Liu Longren did.

Although Shanxin Jilong's face was pale, he did not lose his demeanor, and he reluctantly raised his hand and applauded.

"Dongwen's demon sword, Kowloon's young dragon, Liu Longren, you are worthy of being one of the two strongest among the young generation of Jidao in Tokyo, these are all old subordinates who fought with me, and they have experienced a hundred battles, and it is not enough for you to kill alone."

"I should say... Is the transcendent really invincible to mortals? ”

"But... Before you do it, have you thought about it... How can we explain the massacre of my colleagues?! ”

"Aren't you afraid of Kowloon's family law?!"

Liu Longren shook off the blood on the knife and opened his mouth lightly.

"First, no one can prove that I killed these people, except for you."

"Second, even if you can dump this on me, how are you going to explain why your men are here? Do you want to go out for a walk in groups? You who colluded with Dong Wenyu, compared to me, who broke the family law first? ”

"Third, you also said that the law of Kowloon is a family law, and the head of the family is the ninth president."

"He's your boss, and he's my father."

"You say... Who would he favor? ”

Every time Liu Longren said a clear word, it made Shanxin Jilong's face even more ugly.

"Don't put on that face, don't worry, President Shanxin, I won't kill you, at least not today."

"The nine dragons of Kowloon must not die in the hands of their own people, this is the iron law established when the Kowloon Society was established, and it is also my father's insistence, so I will not do anything to you."

The sword-wielding boy suddenly raised the knife in his hand, and unceremoniously patted Shanxin Jilong's cheek with the cold sword body, his movements were presumptuous, and his tone became a little ruthless.

"But you have to remember that it's not that I can't kill you, but I don't want to kill you."

"Kowloon is my father's Kowloon, and it is also my Kowloon, you can't touch it."

"You want to be a Buwu seal, you want to be a transcendent?"

"Hey..."

"You want to be beautiful!"

"Shanxin Jilong, if you still go your own way in the future and don't take me seriously... These people will be your end. ”

Liu Longren pointed out a few disabled places around him, took a step forward, kicked Shanxin Jilong into a pool of blood and rain, and turned away without looking back.

Leaving only the good faith Jilong who was paralyzed in the water, his eyes flashed alternately with a look of haste and unwillingness, and finally turned into a sentence full of resentment.

"Extraordinary power... If only I could step into the transcendent..."

...

At this point, all the reinforcements in Dongwenyu's extreme path have been cut off.

The only people who can influence the tide of the battle are the people who are still fighting in that mansion, and... Unpredictable ghosts.