The city of Tokyo.

Shinjuku District.

The main road in the most prosperous area is already a mess, with hardly any passers-by walking on the road, and the popular shops on both sides are closed.

Even so, most of the closed doors had been smashed, and in the distance, a group of men in black hoods, armed with hammers and machetes, laughed and rushed into a bar, snatched the few bottles of wine from the counter, and drank bitterly on the road.

The garbage cans on the side of the road have been charred to black, broken wine bottles, deep dented bullet casings, and pools of dried blood everywhere...... Hideous red Japanese characters are smeared on the walls, and dirty and offensive words are everywhere.

Even on such a chaotic main street, there is still a storefront, with its doors open.

It is a six-storey detached building, and the design of the exterior is a perfect blend of modernity and Japanese courtyard style, and the decoration in black and gold tones is luxurious and atmospheric.

This is currently the largest and most luxurious cowherd club in Japan.

It is also the only store in Shinjuku that is still open for business.

- Asaba Club.

Standing in front of this magnificent club, the memorial and the people of the Evil Society opened their mouths wide in shock......

Wei Dong scratched his head and explained at the right time: "I know that setting up a temporary base in a cowherd shop will indeed damage the image of our evil society...... However, the current situation in the 'human circle' is very complicated, and there are almost no places in Tokyo where we can stay, so we can only ask the chairman to ......."

"Well done!!"

Wei Dong's words did not fall, and the memorial turned back suddenly, his eyes shining excitedly!

"Xiao Weidong! You know me so well!! She patted Wei Dong on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and then rushed into the storefront, muttering excitedly:

"Cowherd! Champagne! An imperial supreme experience! I'm coming!!

Someone's coming! I'll order ten!! ”

Seeing that the memorial rode into the dust, he rushed directly into the storefront, and the remaining members of the Evil Society outside the door fell silent.

The man in the suit sighed, "Let's all go in, what are you still looking at here?" Did you go crazy the first time you saw the president? ”

The members of the Cult coughed lightly and quickly followed.

As soon as they walked into the door of the club and saw the situation inside, their faces changed instantly.

Thousands of candles flickered in the blue and purple glass lampshade, illuminating the entire club very brightly, and at this moment, on the leather sofas scattered in the empty hall, more than a dozen handsome men in sequined costumes, armed with submachine guns, pointed at the door, seemed to be ready to fire at any time, their expressions were extremely calm.

In the suspended corridor on the second floor, the four snipers had already finished the ambush, and the four red dots dangled on the memorial face who had just walked through the door, and finally converged on her eyebrows.

The memorial stood in front of the many guns in a ragged trench coat, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wisps of dangerous aura emanated from her body.

"This is not the place for you to make trouble." On the black leather sofa at the back, there was a cowherd in a blue sequined suit, holding a katana about to be unsheathed in his left hand, a submachine gun in his right hand, and a calm face.

"Let's leave, the property of the Wind Festival...... You can't afford to mess with it. ”

In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong's figure walked out quickly, his gaze swept over the people on the field, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Put your guns down...... It's me. ”

Seeing Wei Dong, the cowherd in blue was slightly stunned, "Mr. Wei? ”

"This is a misunderstanding, these are the companions I mentioned to your family master before, temporary residence." Wei Dong pointed to the people of the Evil Sect behind him and said.

The blue-clothed cowherd blinked, immediately hid the submachine gun and katana in his hand under the sofa, got up from the sofa, coughed lightly twice in embarrassment, and said to the people around him,

"What are you doing? Put your weapons away! These are not rioters, they are honored guests! ”

Hearing this, all the cowherds silently put away their guns, put on their signature smiles, and bowed to the people of the Evil Society again and again with apologetic expressions.

"I'm really sorry, the world has been so chaotic lately, we have to be careful...... Moreover, the look on this lady who had just rushed in was so similar to those manic madmen that she ......"

The expression of the remembrance became delicate.

Wei Dong briefly introduced the two sides, and then took the people of the evil society upstairs and settled down in separate rooms.

Lin Qiye and Jialan, who were seriously injured and unconscious, were also found by them to find a room to settle in, although the medical equipment was not brought down from the cruise ship, but there was a memorial, and it was only a trivial matter to reassemble the two sets with pixels.

Once everything was settled, the people of the Cult immediately got busy, some began to debug the equipment they had brought, some began to gather together and study something on a map of Japan, and others made room and began to set up the conference room......

The day is getting westerly, the dim sunlight is shining in the spacious bedroom, and in the steady dripping sound of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.

Exhaustion came over him like a tidal wave, and he lay on the bed in a drowsy state, and it took him a while to regain consciousness, and he looked at the roof for a moment, and sat up with difficulty.

Not only was his spirit exhausted, but his strength was also as if he had been drained, and his whole body was very weak, and he looked around, with a blank look in his eyes.

Where is this?

He vaguely remembered that he was in the misty sea before he lost consciousness...... How did you open your eyes and enter the modern world again?

Is he back in Great Xia?

Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand, the Tiancong Cloud Sword was still being held in his palm, and there was still a faint pain in his chest, the wound penetrated by the sword body had not completely healed, and there was still a two-centimeter-deep wound engraved in his chest, if he looked carefully, he could see a faint golden light flowing deep in his wound.

"Miracle......" Lin Qiye's right hand stroked his chest and muttered to himself.

It is impossible for the injuries left by the Tiancong Cloud Sword to heal themselves, just like Wu Xiangnan at the beginning, only a miracle can repair the sword marks left in the flesh and blood.

During the time he was in a coma, the [Mortal Dust Divine Domain] that had been opened with all his might was still working, slowly repairing the sword wound, otherwise with such an unhealable penetrating wound, Lin Qiye would have died a long time ago.

And his current mental and physical exhaustion should be the sequelae of [Mortal Dust Divine Domain] taking the initiative to absorb spiritual power to maintain miracles under unconscious circumstances, resulting in mental power overdraft.