It is a forest of water green hills, and the canopy of trees more than 20 meters high forms a natural umbrella cover, blocking most of the sunlight and most of the snowfall. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dense red bamboo bushes under the forest are the characteristics of Wajima. Red bamboo is not tall, with an average of less than two meters. Local farmers eat its bamboo shoots and make simple fences and tools from bamboo poles readily available.

It was two groups of people who forced Pei Hongsleeve into the forest.

A group arrived first, eight men on roaring heavy locomotives, blocking the way on a sparsely populated country road.

The other group arrived in a stretched Lexus car, and five people came down, all dressed in black formal suits, but their shirts and ties were a little gaudy.

These thirteen people are stuck before and after, and Red Sleeves knows that something is wrong. Despite her fierce personality, unlike Pucila's belligerence, she took refuge in the woods, trying to use the dense vegetation to block the pursuit of modern vehicles.

The strategy was right, but the opponent was unexpected.

They're not what they seem—just ordinary Wajima gangsters. Once the feet move, they are all cultivated, and they are extremely fast!

It's glued, and the encirclement is shrinking.

Pei Hongsleeves pulled out the red silk of Zhanger, buckled the bowl bell in the palm of his hand, and waited for it - since he couldn't hide, let's fight......

At this time, Aya came back from the "Tibetan Heavenly Realm", and she was still elated.

Red sleeves are not happy, and having multiple little girls is not necessarily a good thing. There are a large number of opponents, and once they rush to kill, it may be more convenient to get out alone.

"Who are they?" Aya froze.

"I don't know, I probably recognize the wrong person. "Red Sleeves tried to slow down his breathing and adjust his true qi.

"Sorry for the trouble. Ten meters behind him, a man in a black suit stepped forward, "We're not mistaken, don't run either." This generation is our territory, and we naturally know it well. ”

"Hey, what do you mean by 'your territory'? Sumiyoshi will go back to your port area!" The bikers in front of him were not happy, and one of them, a large man in a leather jacket and a white cloth wrapped around his head, walked out, a wrist-thick steel chain rattling in his hand.

The man in the black suit was not young, with gray temples and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. "It's funny, your Far East Society is even farther away in Teshima. What kind of wilderness did you go to Kyoto?"

Pei Hongsleeve, who was sandwiched in the middle, understood that the two gangs were not a family...... I won the lottery today.

The leather-clothed man looked sideways and said, "The birthplace of the extreme east is in Kyoto, who dares to say that this is not our world! Fight and kill and leave it to the young people to do it—"

Behind him came the laughter of the other bikers.

The man in the suit, known as Otami, took off his glasses, carefully put them in his breast pocket, and calmly rubbed the root of the bridge of his nose, "Brother Teraoka, if I'm not mistaken—you're half a year older than me, although you're younger. It is said that if a person thinks too little in his head, he will have many wrinkles later...... I envy you. ”

How could that Teraoka not hear the sarcasm in this? Dengshi's face changed, "Okay! It seems that there will be a battle today, so let's fight it out here! The loser will never set foot in Kyoto——"

When Otaku heard this, he was not angry or angry. He began to take off his suit jacket calmly again, until he folded it neatly, and then turned around and handed it to the entourage behind him, "The prey is in front, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for us to fight." In this case, you and I will go it alone...... How?"

Teraoka's face turned pale, "I went out this morning, and I heard a crow shouting in front of the door, it turned out that you sent me a head - very good! very good!"

He said three times in a row, he was not slacking off, his shoulders shook, and he also threw off the heavy leather coat, revealing a short-sleeved shirt inside, and his two bare arms were tattooed with evil patterns of teeth and claws, which was very terrifying.

"Come on, I've been using this chain for thirty years, don't say you're empty-handed......"

"Of course. Otami rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, pulled out a short knife wrapped in newspaper from the back of his waist, pulled it out slowly, and waved it gently, the pulp was as bright as electricity, and there was a soft sound in the air, like cutting silk.

"It's been thirty years...... You and I are nearing retirement, but we've never faced each other head-to-head. Today, let my Rachel meet your Flowing Fire Pills. ”

Sumiyoshi will see you at home, against the far east of the temple, the first round.

The knife was shorter than Kobayashi Eisuke's ribs, but it was longer than Pei Min's paratrooper knife, and it was on the five-foot chain, so it was natural to close the distance and start fighting.

Unlike the previous Sven, Otaku took the lead!

The short knife called Raiche was stretched straight and stretched out as an arm, pointing diagonally at the ground behind him, stepping on the snow with both feet, and hurried towards Teraoka—

The footwork of the Fuso warriors is very even, and each step is as if it has been accurately measured, and the score is exactly the same.

Wow......

Red Sleeves hurriedly pulled Aya out of the way, and the enemy fought first, and she was happy to see it.

The spectators on both sides also moved with her, maintaining an airtight encirclement, for fear that the mission target would slip away.

But everyone's eyes are still staring at the two people in the field, who doesn't want to see the duel between the two famous gang leaders?

These two have been famous for a long time, and they rarely appear in the rivers and lakes in recent years. If it weren't for the stakes, they would never be sent to the front line to fight. This is a once-in-a-decade learning opportunity!

Teraoka also made a move, not waiting for the house to get closer, and with a flick of his thick arm, the steel chain suddenly came to life - he waved diagonally towards the other party's approach, attacking instead of defending, blocking all the ways!

Short knives are naturally fragile compared to blunt instruments. Unlike film and television, those who are good at knives will never block with blades.

Otami took advantage of the momentum of running, suddenly knelt on the ground, and avoided the steel chain volley, using his knees to quickly slide in front of Teraoka's eyes.

The splashed snow was like a mist, covering everyone's eyes, and only a ray of electric light could be seen horizontally in the snow and fog!

Boom –

The two knees of Teraoka's leather pants were cut open, becoming a fashionable exposed flesh model, and the person also fell to his knees and came face to face with Otaku.

In the eyes of Red Sleeves and Aya, it was like these two big men kneeling and worshipping each other, and they almost hugged and kissed......

Otakumi was not happy, and swung the short knife again, stabbing straight into the other party's chest!

Najioka roared angrily, grabbed both ends of the steel chain with both hands, pulled and wrapped, and brazenly wrapped the blade.

Raiche was stopped from castrating, and the two sides entered a brief stalemate.

Otakumi's eyes widened, his pupils flashed, and a string of electric light burst out from the short knife, making the steel chain crackle!

The handle of the knife in his hand has wooden plywood, shark skin and pure cotton rope, which does not conduct electricity, and Teraoka is miserable, the steel rings he grasps in both hands are all conductors, and they are electrocuted!

The pungent smell of burnt paste fills the audience, and there is a lingering aroma of "Wagyu barbecue".

That Teraoka is also a man, and he refused to let go. I don't know if it's because the electricity is too cool or I am depressed, I immediately roared again, raising my fighting spirit to the extreme!

The thunder of Rachel has appeared, and it is the turn of the fire of the flowing fire pills-

This steel chain was suddenly impregnated by the red light that burst out of Teraoka's hands, and its whole body turned red, as if it had just been brought out of the magma! Within a radius of twenty meters, the temperature suddenly rose by eight degrees, like the earth rejuvenating.

But seeing the rampaging Teraoka, he took advantage of the situation to wrap the chain around the neck of Otami, and forced the firmly bound short knife to the knife owner's own Adam's apple.

The ring set was formed in an instant, and Teraoka turned around violently, and stood up with Otami on his back!

The house was busy breaking free from the shackles and struggling. But at this moment, the blade is trapped by brute force, and it can't use the usual light moves, and it is inevitable that it will fall behind when it is too short to meet the other's strength.

Teraoka stood up with his legs bowed, his eyes showing a crazy look, and his mouth laughed strangely, "Even the electric fire wants to roast me?

Before the words fell, he clenched the arms at both ends of the steel chain, all the tattoos lit up, and the ghost patterns all jumped alive, from decorative paintings to animated effects, indescribably weird.

"Let you taste the fire of Purgatory—"

Poof—Orange flames rose in an instant, spreading all over Teraoka's arms, and quickly spreading towards the chains.

Otami was on his back, very frantic, and saw that his sideburns and stubble were burning, and his cheeks began to burn. He was also in a hurry-

"Drink—" As he shouted, in his empty left hand, a short knife that had never been revealed suddenly appeared!

Strictly speaking, this is a beam of lightning - a magic knife condensed from lightning into a near-substance.

He held Rachel in his right hand against the flowing fire pill that was tightening strongly, and with a swing of the tip of his left elbow, he stabbed the beam of "lightning" obliquely into Teraoka's waist behind him.

Whew—

This time, it's too exciting. Rao is as strong as a brown bear, and he can't stand it...... His hands were soft, and he was freed by Otakumi. Rachel swirled, and the electric light came to his carotid artery again!

Najioka trembled violently, still enjoying the pleasure of the magic knife entering the kidneys, and had no time to resist the subsequent fatal blow.

Seeing that Otaku was about to succeed, suddenly the short-sleeved shirt on Teraoka was burned out by a burst of fire, and instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.

On the exposed back skin, a crimson ghost pattern was spontaneously threatening, the ghost's eyes were burning, and a green fire erupted from the fanged giant mouth, heading straight for the door of the house.

Oops! Oh no—Otami used all his strength to interrupt his assault and roll sideways into the melting snow......

Silence, about ten seconds.

Relieved, Teraoka turned around slowly, and two black smoke erupted from his nostrils, as if he was excreting exhaust fumes from the big ghost tattooed on his back.

"Otami-kun, I underestimated you...... Actually forced out my Talisman Demon Venerable......"

There is finally an extra word "Jun" after the surname, and this respect makes the sludge-covered otakumi feel a little comforted.

He struggled to stand up from the muddy snow, half-squatting and gasping, "Teraoka-kun, you're not bad. Unexpectedly, the soul of my Rachel in my body still did not lie on the ground...... In thirty years, you are the first. ”

Teraoka snorted heavily, and the nasal voice touched the abdominal cavity, and the injured kidney was in sharp pain. He forcibly suppressed the convulsions of his facial muscles, "Let's ...... Keep fighting?"

Otachi had already stood up, and his beard and hair were burned into black curls, which shattered when he shook and turned into fine charcoal particles that drifted away in the wind. He touched the black ash on his face, and accidentally brought a piece of cooked skin—

"It's been fought, it's a draw. Let's negotiate...... Maybe the treasure can be divided equally, but I don't know?"

Teraoka's face did not change, and his heart was secretly relieved. "Hmph—let's talk. First of all, tell me, where did you get the news from Sumitoshi?"

Behind him, Otami walked up quickly to a black-clothed attendant, tore open the carry-on ambulance bag, and quickly helped him apply cool scald cream to his face, and wrapped a white bandage around the left and right. Only the eyes and mouth are exposed to the air, and the appearance of a mummy is alive.

Otami waved his hand to dismiss his entourage, and then slowly replied, "It's a gangster in Kyoto, nicknamed 'Joker'." Sell us at a high price for this news...... According to him, he met two murderous demon girls who harbored peerless secret treasures, and he escaped by luck and needed some money to escape......"

"Yaga!" Teraoka took the leather coat handed by a biker party and put it on his shirtless. "We also bought the news from this bastard. I don't know how much money this guy has scammed, how many families he has defrauded? Can he tell you what that treasure looks like, what is so magical?"

Otami groaned for a moment, and seemed to smile, being wrapped too tightly to see clearly. “...... We've all arrived, and the enchantress is right in front of us...... Two, no more, no less, it doesn't seem wrong...... Why don't you take it and see it?"

"Yes, you can see it at a glance!" Teraoka shook the chain, and the still steaming steel ring splashed small sparks.