In a dark gray building in Shinoharamachi, Nada Ward, Kobe City, in a room with the best view on the top floor, more than a dozen men in black suits are kneeling on the floor in rows.

A middle-aged man with small eyes, dressed in a wide robe, sat behind a huge desk, his face pale.

This person is Haruhiko Osawa, the leader of this generation of Yamaguchi-gumi.

The row of men kneeling, the front one was Sangtian, who failed to assassinate Hengyu.

There was a loud bang, but it was Haruhiko Osawa who slammed his palm on the desk in front of him, and this sound shook the bodies of the people in the whole room.

"Forty people went, and only twenty or so came back, not only did they not complete the task, but at this moment, the Kyushu police's assistance in the investigation document has been placed on the desk of the Kobe police chief, and you still have the face to come back!" Haruhiko Osawa finally couldn't help but roar: "My Yamaguchi-gumi has really become a joke in the whole of Japan this time!"

Kuwata, who was kneeling in the front row, did not speak, but lowered his head even lower.

Half of his cheeks were swollen into steamed buns at this time, and they were so bruised that they were frighteningly bruised, which had been smashed by Ma Pao'er with the hilt of a knife.

At this time, an old man standing beside Haruhiko Osawa took a step forward and whispered a few words in his ear. Haruhiko Osawa's face changed several times, and his expression gradually eased, and finally he turned his head to Sang Tian and said: "According to your statement, although there are few people on the other side, all of them are skilled in martial arts, and they have been prepared for a long time, and they hid another car in the parking lot, so they broke through! You don't need to apologize for this incident, but you also have to give an explanation to your dead brothers!"

Kuwata and the others couldn't help but raise their heads and glance at the thin and short old man with grateful eyes.

The old man stood there, his eyes slightly closed, like a thousand-year-old withered vine. There is no word, but there is a feeling that the old branches are not withered and swaying gently with the wind.

Choking a string of soft sounds. The short knives at their waists were unsheathed, and with a few muffled grunts, the little fingers rolled to the floor. But these people don't change their expressions. Placing the knife on the floor, they took out a white handkerchief from their right pocket with their right hand, pinched the severed finger, and held it in front of their heads.

At this time, the thin old man opened his slightly closed eyes and glanced at a woman standing next to him.

The woman bowed slightly, picked up a black lacquer tray from a few behind her, and stepped forward. A handkerchief wrapped in a severed finger was placed in a tray and placed neatly. There are a total of seven severed fingers, with Sangtian's in the middle and the other six outside. A six-petal flower is arranged in a tray.

The tray was placed in front of Haruhiko Osawa.

Haruhiko Osawa was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Let's go down and wrap up our wounds! Do things carefully in the future, don't go wrong again, otherwise, it will be difficult for Consultant Xiuya to come forward to intercede for you again!"

Kuwata and the others all stood up and bowed deeply to Haruhiko Osawa. Then he bowed deeply to the emaciated Shuya advisor, and finally withdrew in a row.

Watching the people withdraw, the emaciated Xiuya glanced at the woman who had just collected the severed finger.

The woman received his gaze, and went over, picked up the tray, and walked out.

Watching the woman go out, Haruhiko Osawa turned his face to the old man and asked softly: "May I ask Mr. Xiuya, what should we do about the affairs of Kyushu now? The Kyushu Black Dragon Federation has sprung up, and that is our vested interest! Now the people of the Inagawa Society and the Sumiyoshi Society are all looking at us?"

The thin Xiuya glanced at Haruhiko Osawa and said softly: "According to our information, the Kyushu Black Dragon Federation is a subordinate branch of the Tokyo Black Dragon Society, and their leader is the Togoshi Jiabei who has recently sprung up in the Japanese martial arts world and has the title of 'Martial God'......!

Haruhiko Osawa listened to the old man's words, and couldn't help but mutter: "Kuwata and the others are also worshipping samurai......"

Before he could finish speaking, the thin Xiuya interrupted him and said, "Not only are the samurai being recruited, but also the three samurai of the sword, Tu Ye Ying, Bincheng Hexiu, and Naha Okawa......, are also invited!

Haruhiko Osawa listened, but did not speak, but his eyes were still staring straight at the thin and short old man.

The old man seemed to be a little impatient with his staring, and then he spoke: "Don't worry, if necessary, my knife can also be unsheathed!"

Haruhiko Osawa nodded and said, "Then please trouble Mr. Yashu for you to arrange these things! Mr. is busy, so I won't keep Mr. ......"

Mr. Xiuya bowed softly and slowly withdrew.

Hengyu didn't sleep well all night, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to see Fuji Ryo, who was standing in front of her, using her body to block the long knives that came from front of her, and stabbing down the Yamaguchi-gumi samurai who wanted to hurt her one by one.

She seemed to see Xiao Liang who stuffed her into the car again, and when she turned around when she left, there was a big smile on Yiyuan's face, and she seemed to hear him say to Xiao Huang again, "Burn paper on my brother's grave in the coming year, remember to burn the two beauties!"

Why is the car so bumpy, and the people of the Samurai Club are chasing after it again?

Hengyu wanted to look back, but his whole body couldn't move, and he couldn't turn back. For a while, the front and back of the car were full of severed limbs, and the bloodstained Yamaguchi-gumi samurai barked like wolves and pounced.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't, only felt a chill on her body.

Suddenly, a warm arm wrapped around her body, and immediately, the car stopped bumping, her body was no longer cold, and the bloody people with severed limbs disappeared at once.

Heng Yu slowly raised his head, and from the side down, he saw Ma Pao'er's resolute face, and there was a clear beard on that face.

Suddenly, Ma Pao'er lowered her head and smiled at her, and Hengyu only felt that her face burned all of a sudden.

And then...... Then Hengyu woke up, but it turned out to be a dream.

Tears stopped in the corners of her eyes, and as soon as she moved, they flowed down the tails of her eyes, and the wet water flowed into her sideburns.

They are all young men who have not known each other for a long time, and when they see her one by one, they can't even say anything except for shyly smiling, and she hasn't even looked at them seriously, just like Xiao Li and Ah Hong, and she even recalls their faces at this time, which is a little vague.

And the only thing that was clear was the young body covered with knife wounds in the morgue of the police station.

She couldn't understand how these young people could rush forward one by one without hesitation at the moment of life and death, exchanging their lives for her lives.

Is it just because everyone's bodies are flowing with the yellow blood that Xie Cunguan said.

Hengyu doesn't want to be a hero, she never denies that she is a girl who is afraid of death.

But at this moment, she suddenly had a feeling that if she could, she would rather die herself in exchange for those three fresh lives.

Hengyu slowly sat up from the bed, and the clothes on her body made her a little uncomfortable. She subconsciously looked at the clothes on her body, and last night, she lay down like this, and fell asleep unconsciously in distress and repentance.

Sometimes, sleep is an instinctive escape.

But when you wake up, it's still painful.

When he got up in the morning, in the dark room, Hengyu kept wiping his tears until his hatred was red and swollen like a peach.

When the morning light on Kyushu Island passed through the gap in the curtains, Heng Yu stood up, there are still many things to do today! Brother Xie recruited himself to Japan, didn't he just look at his calmness? The more this time, the more calm she became! She secretly warned herself: You must not make mistakes.

In front of the mirror, Hengyu, who has always been a no-makeup person, dressed herself carefully for the first time.

The pale complexion, which is somewhat pale due to lack of sleep, has a hint of bright color with the help of cheek powder, and the swollen eye bubbles are also outlined by the eyeshadow, which becomes less obvious. Putting on a new set of clothes, standing in front of people, is another vivid and fragrant beauty and balance jade.

But obviously, there was a little more coldness in Hengyu's eyes.

The same is true of the days of sorrow!

Walking out of his room, Dai Ruoxi's door was still closed, Hengyu thought for a while, and then dispelled the idea of waking her up. She felt that Dai Ruoxi also needed to sleep a little longer, and yesterday she saw through the crack in the door that Ruoxi's sister had been sitting in the living room for a long time. Hengyu knew that the pressure in her heart was also very high.

Hengyu decided to wait until noon to come back, and then persuade Sister Ruoxi to report the matter to Brother Xie as soon as possible.

It's not that she doesn't trust Sister Ruoxi's ability, but she feels that at this time, not making mistakes is the first thing. Only if you don't make mistakes can you find a place. Otherwise, it is very likely that the field will not be recovered, but will lose more.

As soon as I walked out of the gate, I saw six jeeps outside the courtyard gate, and Xiao Huang and a dozen sturdy young people stayed quietly beside the car, sitting or standing, but they didn't make a sound at all.

Seeing her come out, Xiao Huang immediately greeted her.

"General Manager, where are you going?" His face was as calm as yesterday, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"Go to the office of the federation office, and immediately let someone notify Tsuruta Shinkai and ask him to rush over, I have something to discuss with him!" Hengyu's voice was also extremely calm, but there was a sense of depression in his calmness.

As soon as Xiao Huang waved, three jeeps immediately drove over, the first one drove over, the second stopped beside Hengyu, and the third followed behind.

Xiao Huang opened the car door, Hengyu got into the car, he closed the door, went around the rear of the car and got into the car.

Seven or eight of those men got into the car together, and when the car drove out, a young man turned on his mobile phone and passed on the information. This person is Lin Hufeng with a cold face.

For a time, the armed members of the Black Dragon Club in the entire Nagasaki took action and rushed to the corresponding section of the road to meet Hengyu's convoy.

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