The East is whitening.

At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today's search task, returned to the door of the Black Sycamore Club on time, and Amamiya Qinghui had been waiting here for a long time.

The two of them pretended to have just returned from drinking, walked up the stairs, chose a private room where no one was around, sat down, and locked the door.

"I've found some issues." Amamiya Haruki sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.

"What?"

"Today, when I was searching the territory of the Ghost Fire Society in the west, I found a few suspicious characters, who had been wandering outside the Ghost Fire Society's industry, sneaky, as if they were looking for information." Amamiya Haruki said seriously, "Moreover, I found that the Ghost Fire Society has been completely destroyed, and it has become the shelter of the Hanchuan family. ”

"Someone else is secretly spying on the deployment of the Hanchuan family?" Lin Qiye opened his mouth in surprise.

"It should be, and the other party is organized and disciplined, and the division of labor is very clear, unlike those small gangs that fish in troubled waters."

Not a small gang......

"Could it be the Black Kill Group?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"Kansai is the territory of the Black Killing Group, the Hanchuan family has reached out to this side, and the action is still so arrogant, it is impossible for the Black Killing Group to swallow their anger, if it is said that the people of the Black Killing Group are secretly investigating the deployment of the Hanchuan family and preparing to attack them, it is also very likely."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "If the Black Killing Group wants to attack the Hanchuan family, it will also be a good thing for us. ”

"It's certainly a good thing that someone muddies the waters of Osaka, but only if they don't go too far, otherwise if Tsukasa Kankawa uses the Kazutsu Knife, it may affect our plans.

After all...... The knife in Tsukasa Kankawa's hand is not something that a group of gangsters can handle. ”

"By the way, what's the name of that knife of his? Why can it cause such large-scale damage from such a distance? Lin Qiye recalled the bridge cutting knife that fell from the sky, and couldn't help but ask.

"The fifth of the nine swords of the calamity, [Black Rope], within thirty kilometers around the sword master, as long as a coordinate is given, the projection of the blade can be cut off within the coordinate range, causing terrifying damage."

Amamiya Haruki paused and continued, "By the way, the ranking of the Nine Swords of Kazuzu is not divided by strength, but the order in which it was forged at the beginning, so it is not that the higher the ranking, the stronger it is. ”

Lin Qiye nodded, "In other words, as long as he doesn't know our coordinates, [Black Rope] can't pose a threat." ”

"That's right."

"Let's wait and see what happens, and see how far this black killing group and the Hanchuan family can fight." Lin Qiye looked at the street outside the window that was gradually illuminated by the sun, and said slowly.

……

Due to the problem of business hours, the life and rest of the people in Black Sycamore have been completely reversed, sleeping during the day, getting up in the afternoon, and preparing to open for business at night.

It wasn't until dusk that Xiao Jin lazily walked out of his room, saw Uncle Kyosuke standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said hello.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Kyosuke."

"Little ...... ...... "Uncle Kyosuke stood stiffly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking downstairs, his body trembling slightly, "We...... Like, what's going on? ”

Xiao Jin was stunned.

He walked to the window, looked down, and was shocked!

I saw that at the door of the Black Sycamore Club, four or five black cars were neatly parked downstairs, and more than a dozen fierce men in black clothes surrounded the gate, and at the front of the car, a ruthless middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on the headlight, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and glanced upstairs lightly.

"I'm Ken Asakura, a cadre of the Black Killing Group, give you a minute to come down and open the door, otherwise, we'll open it for you."

A strong man beside him pulled out an axe from the trunk of the car and stood in front of the gate, a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Open the door! Open the door for them! I can't afford to spend a lot of money on a gate that has been ruined! ”

Uncle Kyosuke quickly made a decision, ran down the stairs quickly, and out of his professionalism, instinctively tidied up his clothes, brushed his hair, and opened the door with a smile.

The group of strong men gathered around the gate, turning their heads to look at Ken Asakura, who was sitting in the front of the car, waiting for his orders.

I saw Ken Asakura unhurriedly take a step and walk to the gate of the Black Sycamore Club, his indifferent and murderous eyes looked into Uncle Kyosuke's eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and slowly spoke:

"Don't panic, we're here to send you money this time."

Ken Asakura glanced back at his subordinates, who suddenly realized and opened the black box in his hand, which contained a neat box of banknotes.

Uncle Kyosuke and Kojin were stunned at the same time.

……

A few minutes later.

In the private room, more than a dozen members of the black killing team stood by the door like a wall, and Ken Asakura sat alone on the big sofa in the private room, looking at Uncle Kyosuke and Kojin who were sitting opposite with calm eyes.

Uncle Kyosuke is okay, after all, he is old and has experienced storms, and he has not lost his temper in the face of the leader of the largest underworld organization in Osaka at this moment, but sits there upright, with a warm smile like a professional cowherd's signature on the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, Xiao Jin was more frightened, he sat there timidly, avoiding Asakura Ken's gaze, and his forehead was a little sweaty.

“…… I think I've made my intentions clear, haven't I? ”

Ken Asakura pushed the black box full of banknotes on the table in front of Uncle Kyosuke, and said lightly:

"What's that in your store lately...... Asa Yu and Amamiya are the two hottest cowherds in Osaka, as long as you are willing to lend them to me and accompany the leader of our black killing team for a while, the money will be yours.

In addition, from now on, your Black Sycamore Club will be protected by our Black Kill Group, and there is no need to pay protection money, and whoever dares to make trouble in your store will be the enemy of our Black Kill Group.

I feel that my sincerity is enough...... You tell me? Kyosuke store manager? ”

Uncle Kyosuke looked at the box full of banknotes on the table and fell silent.

Outside the private room.

Yuzurina yawned and walked down the stairs step by step, seeing that there was no one in the restaurant on the second floor, she seemed to be a little puzzled.

She was about to say something when a palm covered her mouth.

Yuri Nai turned her head in horror, only to see Lin Qiye standing beside her, stretching out her index finger and making a "shhh" gesture at her.

Seeing Lin Qiye's face clearly, Yuri Nai suddenly quieted down and blinked her eyes, her eyes full of doubts.

Beside Lin Qiye, Amamiya Qinghui quietly walked to the door of the private room like a ghost, listening intently to the conversation in the private room, his eyes narrowed slightly.