"Mei Dai, what's wrong with you?

Wei Fatzi found that Sakai Meidai's face was wrong, and quickly asked with concern.

"I'm fine. ”

Sakai Meidai shook her head, she suddenly had a depressed feeling in her heart, and she was a little out of breath.

She has had the ability to predict danger since she was a child, and whenever an accident happens, she always has an inexplicable feeling of panic in her heart.

It's the same this time.

Don't......

Just when Sakai Meidai's mind was floating, Lin Xuan's ears moved, and his face showed a hint of playfulness.

"Looks like there's a good show. ”

"Lan Yue, let me tell you, when you go to Tokyo, you must go to Mt. Fuji, where the ......"

Jing Wen was still in high spirits, and Chao Zhuo Lanyue was idle and courteous, and he never got tired of it.

At this moment, there was a sound of neat footsteps, and the door was suddenly pushed open, only to see two rows of black-clothed people coming in, standing with their hands behind their backs.

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

Wei Fatzi asked in a panic, what he didn't notice was that the moment these black-clothed people appeared, Sakai Meidai's face turned white, without a trace of blood.

Step, step, step!

The sound of footsteps came, very clear and regular, as if stepping on people's hearts, giving people a very depressing feeling, unconsciously making people feel tightness and shortness of breath.

A figure suddenly appeared in the window of the grille and paper, slowly approaching their room, and finally appeared in front of everyone.

The light came from the outside, blocked by this sudden appearance, as if hidden in the shadows, very tall, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

It took a moment for them to see the man.

The man looked to be in his forties, wearing a black shabby samurai uniform, his hair was also in the traditional Japanese style, a hemp rope tied his hair haphazardly to the back of his head, the stubble on his face was obvious, and his eyes were blocked by loose bangs.

The most striking thing is that the man is actually holding a knife in his arms.

The man was followed by a person who looked slightly more normal, with a pair of glasses between them, giving him the feeling of Sven.

Miyamoto Musashi raised his head, a pair of eyes like beasts were revealed, and when he saw Sakai Meidai, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he said in Japanese:

"Miss Sakai, long time no see. ”

Sakai Meidai stood up suddenly, looked at Miyamoto Musashi with some fear, her delicate body was trembling, and said, "Mr. Miyamoto, is there something wrong with me?"

The corners of Miyamoto Musashi's mouth pursed, revealing a sneer, and said, "Miss hasn't been home for so long, the head of the family misses you, let me take you home." ”

"No, I'm not going back!"

As if remembering something fearful, Sakai quickly shook her head.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Lin Xuan and the others, his eyes showed contempt, and he smiled: "The head of the family has given you time, but you haven't made good use of it, do you want to stop me with these few people?" It's too naïve." ”

"Mei Dai, who are they, and how did you get involved with them?"

Fat Wei stood up and asked in a panic.

Not to mention the strange middle-aged samurai, just look at the strong men on both sides of the black press, you know that these people are not good people.

In particular, they all have missing a little finger on their left hand, which is a clear sign that these people are members of the gang.

In Japan, gang organizations or violent groups, commonly known as gangs, are allowed and recognized by the laws of the state, and they are very powerful.

The more well-known is the Yamaguchi-gumi, a large international gang organization, one of the six giants of the dark world, with more than 10,000 official members, and 20,000 or 30,000 people on the periphery, earning up to 100 billion US dollars in profits every year.

As for the small gangs that are scattered around, there are even more in Japan.

In general, these gangs only mix in their circles and do not provoke civilians.

That's why the fat man asked.

Midai Sakai, who is also a student at Kyushu University, said that her family is in business, so how could she have anything to do with these people?

"I ......" Midai Sakai muttered, not knowing how to explain it.

Lin Xuan had some guesses through the previous conversation between Sakai Meidai and Miyamoto Musashi, but he didn't dare to be sure.

Miyamoto Musashi snorted coldly and said, "Take the young lady away." ”

"Hey!"

The 'Golden Silk Glasses' nodded, glanced at the black-clothed man on the side, and walked out of the two, walking towards Sakai Meidai with a menacing attitude.

Sakai was frightened and desperately stepped back.

The fat man stood aside, looking at the fierce man in black, and fell into a tangle.

"What are you doing? So many men are bullying a little girl, what kind of ability are they?"

Zhuo Lanyue couldn't get used to it, stood up, and said in clumsy Japanese.

"Who are you?" asked Miyamoto Musashi.

"I, I'm her sister, you want to take her, you want to get past me. ”

"Okay, in that case, then I'll deal with you first. ”

Two strong men in black walked in from the door again, and walked straight towards Zhuo Lanyue, looking like they were about to make a move.

Zhuo Lanyue is just talking about it, and when she sees this situation in a foreign country, she actually has no bottom in her heart.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Such rudeness to a beautiful girl! ”

A good opportunity for heroes to save beauty, how could Jing Wen let it go, but his height of 1.5 meters is really no deterrent.

The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses sneered, "Who are you?"

The Japanese are already short, and Jing Wen is simply a second-class cripple, so it's no wonder that the middle-aged man makes fun of him.

Jing Wen didn't think so, but said arrogantly: "Jing Wen, president of the Chinese International Students Association of Kyushu University." ”

"Hahaha, the International Student Association? ”

The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing, and even the fierce faces of the other strong men in black flashed a mocking smile.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Jing Wen coldly and spit out two words: "Fool!"

Jing Wen didn't realize it at all, and said domineeringly: "You guys get out of here quickly, and then apologize to this beautiful lady, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind." ”

The middle-aged man's tears of laughter were about to fall, but Jing Wen's words next made him flutter.

"Jing Tianpeng, the master of the Fuqing Gang Zhongyi Hall, is my second uncle, if you dare to touch a single hair of my hair, you will have good fruit to eat. ”

In Japan, there are not only gangs composed of Japanese people, but also many gangs composed of foreigners living in Japan, such as Koreans, Russians, and North Koreans.

Of course, how can there be less Chinese.

The Fuqing Gang is a gang composed of Chinese in Japan, the methods are very cruel and ruthless, and the power is not small, and at the peak of the nineties of the last century, it can even wrestle with the Yamaguchi group.

And Jing Wen's second uncle is precisely the master of the Zhongyi Hall set up by the Fuqing Gang in Kyushu, with thousands of people under his hands, controlling many red light districts, and he is also a figure in Kyushu.

This is the reason why Jing Wen has confidence, otherwise he would have been scared away when he saw these fierce gang members, and what kind of heroes were there to save the United States.

Just when the middle-aged man wanted to say something, he was stopped by Miyamoto Musashi waving his hand, he looked at Jing Wen and said coldly:

"Since Jing Tianpeng is your second uncle, then I will give you time to call him over. ”

"Okay, that's what you said. ”

Jing Wen took out his mobile phone and began to contact his second uncle, the master of the Fuqing Gang.

Miyamoto Musashi said to Sakai Meidai: "Miss, today I will convince you of your loss." ”

From beginning to end, Lin Xuan sat aside and didn't say a word.

Although Jing Wen's swagger is more serious, but being able to stand up, Zhuo Lanyue's attitude towards him has improved.

She glanced at the indifferent Lin Xuan, and suddenly felt a little disappointed in her heart.

"You can't just look at the surface of being a man, only when you are faced with a choice, can you really see a person's temperament. ”

"It seems that I have to remind my cousin afterwards that his friend named Lin Xuan is not a person to make friends with. ”