Kyoto.

In the dark night, the mountains in the suburbs are vaguely outlined in the moonlight, and on the winding road around the mountain, a black Hummer is shuttling through the dim street lamps, driving towards the summit of the deep mountains.

I don't know how long I drove, a pitch-black iron door appeared in front of the bright headlights, and several black-clad figures stood in front of the door, letting the headlights shine on them, standing there like a rock, motionless.

The Humvee obediently stopped in front of the iron gate, and the black-clothed figure led by him walked to the side of the car and said lightly:

"Identity."

The back window of the Hummer rolled down, and Ken Asakura looked into the man's eyes and showed his name tag.

"The black killing team is the head of the group, the leader of the Osaka Yamamoto group, and Ken Asakura."

"What are you going to do?"

"See the team leader, there is something for him to decide."

The man carefully checked Asakura's appearance, nodded, returned the name tag to the other party, took two steps back, and bowed deeply.

"Please."

In the night, the dark iron door slowly opened, and the figures in front of the door avoided a road, and the accelerator of the Hummer was stepped on, and the car quickly drove towards the luxurious manor on the top of the mountain.

A few minutes later, the car stopped at the main entrance of the manor, and the driver got out of the car to open the door for Ken Asakura, who sorted out his clothes with a solemn expression and walked towards the manor with the driver and an assistant.

The leader of the black killing group he is about to meet is the third leader of the black killing team since its establishment, and he is also a legend of the Japanese underworld.

A year ago, the underworld in the Kansai region was still like a plate of scattered sand, although there were many powerful underworld gangs, but they were all busy with their own turf competition and industrial development, and there was no climate at all.

At that time, the black killing group was only one of the three major gangs in Kyoto, and although it had some status in the underworld, it was limited to that.

It was at that time that the big team leader was born, from an ordinary gangster who appeared inexplicably, with a few subordinates, to sweep away the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the black killing group become the first in Kyoto.

This sudden appearance of the young man was appreciated by the second generation of the group leader, and he was quickly promoted to the top of the black killing group, after he had a status in the group, he let go of his hands and feet, and led a group of subordinates to penetrate the large underworld gangs in other regions of Kansai with an unstoppable momentum, so that the status of the black killing group in Kansai soared like a rocket, and finally became the underworld leader of Kansai.

Two months ago, the second-generation team leader passed away due to illness, and this young man was designated as the third-generation leader of the black killing group, which can be said to be expected.

Ken Asakura has only seen this leader twice, once a year ago when the other party took someone to Osaka to fight through the Yamamoto group, and once at the ceremony when the other party succeeded to the throne and became the leader of the group, the other party's temperament as an underworld leader has made him unforgettable.

While pondering the speech of the group leader for a while, Ken Asakura walked to a closed Japanese-style door.

"Please come in." The man leading the way made a "please" gesture to Ken Asakura.

Ken Asakura tidied up his clothes one last time, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door is a spacious hall with a layer of tatami mats on the floor, and more than 200 men and women kneeling neatly on both sides of the room, the men are uniformly wearing black kimonos, the women are uniformly wearing black sleeves, and they are wearing white socks and stepping on clogs, and their eyes are calmly looking at Ken Asakura, who walked in.

In the center of the hall, a young man dressed in Liuyun Haori, a symbol of the position of the leader of the group, was sitting casually, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, holding an old-fashioned silver lighter in his hand, and gently lighting a cluster of fire.

The beating light of the fire lit the cigarette, and he took a puff, the hazy smoke he exhaled filled the air, and his sharp and deep eyes narrowed slightly.

On the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, he wears two rings, one black and one white.

The moment Ken Asakura's gaze met the young man's, his heart trembled slightly, and this young man also looked like this when he led people to sweep the Yamamoto group in Osaka......

He calmed himself down and walked to the center of the hall, half-kneeling.

"The head of the black killing group is complementary, the leader of the Yamamoto group, Ken Asakura, I have seen the big team leader."

The young man looked at him quietly with a cigarette in his mouth, without the slightest intention of speaking, and the atmosphere in the whole hall was dead and oppressive.

In this deathly silence, Ken Asakura's psychological pressure increased again, and he felt the young man's fierce gaze, and fine beads of sweat began to osome from his forehead.

"Team leader, I came this time to report something to you, a few days ago, the Kanto family sent someone to ......"

Ken Asakura half-knelt on the ground and told the story of this time, and the entire hall was left with only his voice narrating.

In the hazy smoke, the young man was holding a cigarette, and his eyes revealed a faint king's coercion, he just looked at Asakura Ken quietly, listening to everything calmly......

……

Shen Qingzhu was very depressed now.

The man on his knees said something he couldn't understand a word.

Speaking of which, he has been coming to this ghost place for more than a year, and recalling the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu is still confused, he doesn't understand at all how all this has developed inexplicably to this point.

……

A year ago.

Shen Qingzhu woke up from the coast of Yokohama and looked around blankly.

He was in the same mood as Lin Qiye at that time, he didn't know what was going on, he didn't know why he came here, and he didn't know what the hell this place was......

But it was night, after Shen Qingzhu drifted to the shore, no one noticed him, so he walked into the city with a confused face, looking at the neon signs everywhere and all kinds of unintelligible words, he fell into deep thought......

When he was in the training camp, he remembered that the instructor seemed to mention this kind of culture, but he never listened to this kind of class, so he couldn't remember anything at all.

Fortunately, the people here look similar to him, he was mixed in, and no one noticed his strange appearance, so he walked around most of the city, and when he was tired of shopping, he returned to the coast to smoke, and as soon as he used [Qi Min] to shoot a wisp of fire, he felt a sight poking out of the void, looking for him frantically.

For the undercover brother, prudence is the first priority to survive in an unfamiliar environment, and the moment he felt this look, he immediately stopped the operation of the forbidden ruins and sat motionless in place for more than ten minutes.

After the gaze was gone, and he was sure that he would never appear again, he quickly left the coast, and even sneaked into a moving van and left the city directly.

Unbeknownst to him, just minutes after he left, an oracle had come to the coast to search for his traces.