Although it was early afternoon, the streets of Kyoto were a little deserted, with few cars and people hurrying and all looking nervous, as if they were walking on the streets of war-torn Iraq rather than in the streets of a safe Japanese metropolis.

Suddenly, a few crisp gunshots pierced the sky over the city.

The pedestrians who heard the gunshots all ran to the sides of the road in fright, looking for shelter, and some simply fell to the ground with their heads in their hands.

Three bald men, covered in blood, staggered out of a fork in the alley, and ran straight into the traffic-filled street, brandishing pistols to stop a car, but all the drivers, when they saw them, turned or detoured, and none of them stopped to help them. The three big men couldn't stop the car, scolded angrily, and continued to flee across the street.

In the fork in the alley behind, more than a dozen sturdy men ran out, all bald and black-clad in sunglasses, some carrying long knives in their hands, some holding pistols, shouting loudly and chasing the three people in front, and the men with guns kept firing at the three people regardless of the large number of pedestrians on the street.

The three men turned back and fought back, fighting and retreating.

For a time, bullets flew in the streets.

One of the three people who ran forward suddenly fell to the ground with a shot in the leg, clutching his bloody thigh and screaming, but his two companions did not have the slightest intention of stopping to help, and just continued to flee on their own.

The chasing crowd in the rear quickly ran next to the shot man, and most of them ignored him and continued to chase after the two people who fled in front of him, leaving only three people to surround the shot man. One of them dragged the man from the ground and made him kneel on the ground, and the man lost all the courage to resist, trembling and prostrating to the three men, begging them to spare him. The three men tightened their faces, without a trace of sympathy, and a man holding a long knife turned behind the person who was shot, turned sideways and grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and suddenly shouted, the person who was shot was startled by the sound behind him, and straightened his body violently, and the knife bearer took the opportunity to swing the knife and cut off the head of the person who was shot on the spot. The sleek human head flew four or five meters along the knife and fell to the ground, rolling into the street where traffic flowed, and was crushed by a passing truck, and the red and white viscous liquid dragged out a long mark on the street, and the headless body on the street did not fall for a while, it kept twitching, and the blood squirted out of the cavity like a fountain, and it took a while to lie straight to the ground, and the gurgling blood soon condensed into a large purple-black puddle on the ground.

After the brutal beheadings on the streets, the three men immediately continued to chase the large group forward, leaving only the bloody mess behind.

After a long while, the sound of a weak siren sounded in the distance, and six or seven police cars drove slowly and leisurely, stopped next to the corpse, and the heavily armed policemen got out of the car and discussed the headless corpse for a long time, until the corpse truck came to load the body and transport it away, and then got back into the car and continued to drive in the direction where the pursuers had run. In the meantime, they did nothing.

This is the impressive scene that Yong Bowen saw just ten minutes after stepping on the streets of Kyoto.

Master Yongda couldn't help but be in awe of the arrogance of the Japanese underworld, and fought so hard that he openly committed murder on the streets in broad daylight, how crazy this is! He didn't know that this was not an ordinary gang fight, but just a small episode in the context of Shingon Sect's large-scale counterattack against the Japanese Mage Association. In the past two days, these cruel things have been happening in major cities, including Kyoto, but the police have done nothing, as if they have collectively become a soy sauce party, only responsible for following the corpses of the various rush parties, and have no intention of interfering with the fire itself. If this were the usual thing, the police would have been so inactive, the media would have been noisy a long time ago, and the big hats of the police and bandits, the weak police, and the disregard for the lives of ordinary citizens would have to be buckled up in piles. But this time, not only did the police do something weak, but the self-proclaimed fair and free media also collectively lost their voices, and did not report even the slightest bit on these things.

Yong Bowen sighed for a moment, then continued to hurry, and went straight to the hotel under the name of the Japanese Mage Association where he had stayed with the Chinese mage delegation earlier. He was penniless at this time, and he didn't know the place well, so it wasn't so easy to get to Tokyo in time, so he wanted to go to the hotel and contact the Japan Mage Association for some help. He naturally knew that the Shingon Sect was launching a counterattack against the Japanese Mage Association, and that hotel would become a target nine times out of ten, but after thinking about it, it was also the industry of the Japan Mage Association, and when he was living in the hotel, he really saw a lot of Japanese mages with a good level working in the hotel, and with this kind of strength, it is estimated that even if he encounters the attack of the Shingon Sect, he can survive for a while.

It didn't take long to get to the hotel.

From a distance, the hotel is still open for business, but the business is a little quieter than a few days ago, and the two doormen are standing listlessly on both sides of the gate in a daze. Through the glass door, you can see that the lobby is also deserted, and occasionally the hotel service staff can be seen walking by, but the customers are not. However, what reassured Yong Bowen was that he saw that the lobby manager at the front desk was still the same one he had lived here before. He still remembers that this lobby manager is called Yasuo Nobi, a distant relative of the Nobi family, although the mana is mediocre, but according to the huge influence of the Nobi family within the Japanese Mage Association, he also has the title of an intermediate mage, but he is very self-aware, knowing that his mana level is not good, if he performs tasks such as catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits and subduing demons that only those genuine mages can do, most of them will be disgraced, not only will they become a laughing stock, but they will also give the dignified Nobi family no face, So I invited myself to work in this hotel with no future, and I am usually mainly responsible for receiving mages from various countries who come to Japan to visit Wèn, although there is no development, but it is safe and stable. When Yong Bowen checked into the hotel, the manager of Nobi ran before and after, and arranged it thoughtfully and properly, so he was extremely impressed, and when he saw that Yasuo Nobi was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the hotel was still under the control of the Japanese Mage Association, so he immediately entered the hotel and went straight to the front desk.

As soon as Yong Bowen entered the door, Yasuo Nobi had already noticed him, and hurriedly greeted him, asking with great concern: "Your Excellency the Great Heavenly Master, why didn't you go back to Tokyo with the group?" The delegation withdrew yesterday afternoon. "But he is a fluent and authentic Mandarin, although this Nobi Yasuo has mediocre spell ability, he can speak seven foreign languages fluently, and he can be regarded as a person who can do his best to receive mages from all over the world here. Yong Bowen said: "I have some things delayed, I can't rush back with the team, Mr. Yebi, can you help me arrange it, I want to rush to Tokyo as much as possible." Yasuo Nobi said with some embarrassment: "Great Heavenly Master, you don't know that now the True Bun Sect is launching a counterattack against us, and it is not peaceful everywhere, so it is difficult to ensure safety on this road." Yong Bowen said indifferently: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about safety, I can solve it myself, you just need to arrange the itinerary, the sooner the better." Yasuo Nobi said, "Okay, I'll arrange it." Uh......" He glanced at Yong Bowen a few times, and said, "It may take about an hour, I'll arrange a room for you, you can wash up, and then change your clothes." Yong Bowen looked down at himself, his clothes were dirty and torn, he was no different from a homeless man, he had been crawling and rolling since yesterday, and his body had long been made not to look good.

Yasuo Nobi hurriedly greeted a front desk waiter and asked him to take Yong Bowen to room 1506 to rest, while he went to arrange the vehicle itinerary.

Yong Bowen followed the waiter to the elevator and was about to button the door to close, but saw four people hurriedly running over and squeezing into the elevator before closing the door. It was four young women, all twenty-five or sixteen years old, with miniskirts, small suspenders, big heels, heavy makeup, and very charming, and you could guess which line of work they were engaged in at a glance. No matter how high-end the hotel is, it is not uncommon for women to engage in this kind of business, but with the level of the hotel, it is more and more advanced than the wild prostitutes standing on the street outside.

The four women were about to reach the sixteenth floor, and after entering the elevator, they chatted quickly, laughing from time to time, and seemed very happy, and occasionally turned back to say a few words to the waiter and Yong Bowen, and the waiter coped with it without talking about it, obviously not looking down on these prostitutes. Although this seems to be just an ordinary waiter in a hotel, the mana fluctuations on his body are not much compared to the manager of Yasuo Nobi, I think it is a mage arranged by the Japan Mage Association to protect the safety here, probably because of the current extraordinary times, so even ordinary waiters use mages of a certain level, at least two days ago, when Yong Bowen lived here, he did not find that there were masters of this level among the waiters. It is also normal for a mage of this level to look down on these prostitutes who make a living by selling meat.

The elevator continued to stop, and soon after the thirteenth floor, the waiter suddenly said something to the four prostitutes, who turned sideways and moved out of the way. Yong Bowen took two steps forward in understanding, and the four prostitutes naturally moved behind him.

With a soft ding, the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

Yong Bowen was about to walk out, but he saw a monk standing outside the door.

The black and white coarse cloth monk's robe, bamboo cane and mango shoes, although he is indoors, he still wears a hat.

It turned out to be a monk of Shingon Buddhism.

The monk didn't say a word, he stabbed the bamboo cane, and the tip of the cane brought a sharp sound of breaking the air, although it was blunt, but just listening to the sound of breaking the air could know that if it was pierced, I was afraid that it would be pierced on the spot.

Yong Bowen struggled to retreat and retreat from the staging stance, taking a step backwards to dodge the stabbing bamboo cane, but he took a step back, and several arms suddenly reached out behind him to hold him firmly, and the wet and slippery rope-like object stretched along his body like a living snake, binding him firmly. A head slid from her shoulders to her chest, grinning at him, it was one of the four prostitutes, still with the same heavy makeup and bewitching face, but at this time it was twisted like a demon, and there was a long string of things dragging under her head, but it was the internal organs and intestines, which were the ropes that bound Yong Bowen's body. Immediately after, the heads of the other three prostitutes also poked out, two from the waist and one from the crotch, their internal organs and intestines were tangled, and Yong Bowen was covered with fishy fluids.

The waiter was fierce, pinched his fist prints with both hands, and smashed Yong Bowen's head hard.

At this time, the ferocious stab of the monk of the Shingon Sect outside the elevator had also come closer.

Listening to the pop twice, the waiter's fist and the monk's bamboo cane fell on Yong Bowen almost in order, Yong Bowen's head was smashed by a punch, and it sprayed red and white things all over the elevator like a rotten watermelon, and everyone was stained. The monk's bamboo cane pierced Yong Bowen's heart accurately, and it pierced it as if piercing a piece of tissue paper, piercing Yong Bowen's body in half, along with the headless body of a prostitute who was holding Yong Bowen tightly in the back.

The Shingon Sect monk laughed and said, "What a great heavenly master, it's just a waste of fame!" As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, pressed the shortcut key, and when he was connected, he couldn't wait to say: "Yong Bowen has been ambushed!" There was an exclamation on the other end of the phone, and he seemed to be a little disbelieving, "You killed Yong Bowen?" How to kill? Are you sure it's really Yongbowen? The monk of the Shingon Sect recounted it and said affirmatively: "Nobi Yasuo has confirmed that this is indeed Yongbowen. The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said, "Very good, you have done a great job." Yong Bowen's body must be properly disposed of, and then someone will be sent to Tokyo. Although it has been confirmed from the Great Happiness King Kong that he is not the Blue Dragon Golden Fetus, after all, he is a Great Heavenly Master officially recognized by the International Association of Jurists, and he can't be dealt with hastily! The monk of Shingon Sect replied yes, put away his mobile phone, laughed twice, and said to the waiter in the elevator and the four prostitutes who were separated from each other: "Put his body away, Tokyo wants to see it, probably thinking that we are lying to them." Hey, it's no wonder they don't want to believe it, this Yong Bowen has been in Japan since he came to Japan, and what a big thing he has done, even Koyasan has made him blow up, and so many masters have nothing to do with him, but they were easily killed by our two outer hall disciples, and it is not easy to slap them in the face, see how these disciples of the headquarters are still arrogant in front of our outer hall disciples! As he spoke, he pulled out his bamboo cane.

The four prostitutes quickly put away their internal organs, and the four human heads flew into the water with the pile of water, and put things back in along their necks, and finally put their heads firmly on their necks, and then bent down to lift the corpse up, and was about to go out, but suddenly found that the appearance of the corpse changed rapidly, and at first it became a hotel waiter, but it was exactly the same as the dress of the waiter standing by the elevator door. The four of them looked up in amazement, but they saw the waiter step out of the elevator with one foot, raise his right hand, and gently press his index finger on the chest of the Shingon monk.

The Shingon monk exploded.