Is it... the fire of life?
Hearing the man's words, Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyebrows jumped.
He frowned, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the red crystal that the other party held out.
Noticing his gaze, the man named Dashan laughed and placed the red crystal on the coffee table between the two of them.
Seeing that the legendary Johnny Yingjia and the member whose code name was unknown behind him were all looking at him, Dashan couldn't help but stand up, took a sip of water, and talked incessantly about how his men discovered this strange crystal.
It was obvious that the words "I saw a red light in the sky, followed the road to find it, and found the fire of life on the terrace under the moon. It must be the favor of the great god of Tsukuyomi" were just bragging. While Daishan was bragging, Tsunayoshi Sawada lowered his eyes and carefully observed the crystal. Finally, he got the chance to examine it after the other party finished speaking.
The man's face darkened for a moment, as if he didn't like the fact that he didn't trust him.
But he is also a good man who can rely on his lover to get to the top. Even earthworms (?) have to call him a brother when it comes to his flexibility. Therefore, the change of expression only took a moment, and the next moment, he moved the crystal over with a smile.
As soon as he got it, Tsunayoshi Sawada confirmed his guess - this was not the so-called "fire of life". To be honest, its texture was slightly similar to the third-level derivative he saw in Rum's gem laboratory that day.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to examine the crystal in his hand, he secretly found an angle where the opposite side could not see it, and transmitted some flames in a small amount.
Be careful, if it is not a high quality gemstone, it will not be able to withstand the heat pressure and will break.
Therefore, the Godfather could only control the energy and inject a little bit of energy.
This obstructing action fell into Dashan's eyes, and the man's face suddenly turned ugly.
"What are you doing, Mr. Johnny Winger?"
As he said this, the other person's hand had already touched the lower back.
Everyone knew what this place was like. In the dark, Bourbon was faster than him and quickly pulled out the gun in his hand.
Watching the man, whose movements were not fast, tremblingly picking up the weapon, Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his crossed legs, clasped his hands together like magic, and countless red powder fell from between his fingers.
The godfather in a black suit smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, it seems that the gems you collected are not the gems that the organization has lost." He smiled slightly, and when he saw the other party stand up angrily, he stood still and slowly expressed his opinion, "It seems that our cooperation has failed, right?"
Dashan, who originally just wanted to threaten the imaginary pretty boy who relied on others to get to the top, didn't expect to be frightened by the opponent's overreaction and pulled out his gun: ...
If he says no, and we can continue to cooperate, would you believe it?
But even if he said it, Dashan believed that he had no way out - after all, this was the style of this organization. Fortunately, he knew that this damn fire of life would affect the interest chain of this organization, so he made preparations in advance.
Outside the French window, on top of a high building, a sniper who was ready aimed his gun at the brown-haired young man sitting on the sofa.
What an idiot. He thought, even though the boss had moved the sofa to a position where it could be sniped just in case, this big shot who was meeting with the boss would not expose himself to the gun even if he moved five centimeters to the side.
Dashan also thought of this at this moment and couldn't help but smile.
"You really don't want to consider it?" he said, "You can have as many fakes as you want. Mr. Johnny Winger also hopes to be able to go further in the organization, right?"
Although he knew that Johnny Lung held a very high position in the organization, said to be on par with the second-in-command, but judging by himself, he thought that he, Dashan, could also brag like that in the Shanzui Group. As the saying goes, lewd people behold lewdness, and people who have no ability and rely entirely on nepotism will see others the same way. Therefore, he is still very confident in his "suggestions".
The man, his head full of water, thought about it and decided to add some small chips.
"There is also the previous proposal, the same proposal. Mr. Johnny Yingjia may not know what we are transporting," he even had a strange smile on his face, "It is a very profitable business."
Facing such a gaze from the other party, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't even frown. He just slowly crossed his legs again, as if he was slightly interested in the other party's suggestion.
"I seem to have heard about it before I came here, but I forgot to confirm it with you." He said, "Is it the smuggling of human organs?"
Dashan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled even more. He did not put down the gun in his hand, but the muzzle of the gun shifted a little, revealing an evil smile on the ugly face of a man.
"You are worthy of being my friend from Italy." That's the way it is.
As he was speaking, he was about to sit down when a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
Looking up, his cloudy pupils were almost frozen at this moment, and before he could even blink, the Godfather's fist, as if wrapped in flames, appeared in front of him.
The iron fist, which seemed to be as hard as some kind of metal material and carried an indescribable temperature, did not stop after touching Dashan's face, but went deeper until a deep hole was smashed into the man's face.
"Sorry, I don't work with smugglers."
In front of the unconscious man, in a perfect corner to avoid sniper fire, the Godfather loosened his wrist, his expression was almost indifferent, and he said with a hint of apology, "Go to hell, trash."
Outside the tall building, almost at the moment he moved, the sniper prepared by Dashan's side also fell to the ground.
On another floor, with a bass box at his feet, Scotland pressed the communicator to his ear.
"Sniper at point A has been cleared."
The godfather, who was showing off his handsomeness, waved his hands and saw that his junior was alert and on guard against the enemy that was about to appear. His eyes looked bright, perhaps because he was impressed by his handsomeness. He could only turn his head and sniff in the shadows while the other party was on guard against the enemy that might appear at the door.
——Forget that this world does not have his gloves, this man’s face is so hard that it hurts his hands quq.
This is probably what it means to be handsome for only three seconds (crossed out).
"We have to hurry though," he muttered, putting the mountain back where it belonged.
At this moment, he missed their good friend Kai. He thought, if Kai was still here, they could just pretend nothing happened and walk out of the building in a swagger.
With a sigh in his heart, he was busy with his hands. He laboriously moved Dashan's hands and pressed his fingerprints on a prepared contract. He also copied all the data in Dashan's computer with a prepared USB drive. Whenever he encountered a password, he used the good stuff that Gin had supported him with to crack it. Looking at the numbers and transactions drawn on the computer, even the head of the Mafia had to sigh that Dashan was cruel and ruthless - he clearly looked not very smart and a little disgusting.
Thinking of the other person's gaze on him, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a little nauseous, as his intuition reminded him that it was definitely not a good look.
They didn't have much time left, but fortunately the Godfather was quite fast.
Before he could hear hurried footsteps outside the door, he opened the window facing outside.
The building was tall, but fortunately, Oyama's reception room was not at the top. Sawada Tsunayoshi called out "Bourbon" and conveniently jumped down from the building.
The specially made steel wire rope was able to support the weight of an adult when falling, and with the help of a slight flame of death, it could help maintain balance in the air. When the guys left outside could not contact the sniper and rushed into the reception room, they were faced with a boss who was tied up.
"Mr. Dashan!"
“Boss!”
Meanwhile, the two bad guys who had escaped from the scene earlier had already landed in the pickup truck driven by Lai. The Godfather covered his butt with a grin and called Gin on the other side.
The model worker who had been waiting for this call was at the port by the sea. He didn't even answer the call. He threw the cigar in his hand away and crushed the smuggler with his leather shoes mercilessly, just like a Bolletta suddenly taken out of his black coat, crushing the unsuspecting smuggler.
"Brother?"
Although he didn't know what happened, since his big brother started fighting, Vodka also fought a little slower, but he would not hold his big brother back. After getting closer to his big brother, he heard the exclusive ringtone of Johnny that he had set for his big brother.
So that's how it is. It was Johnny who turned the table over.
Although his brain was not enough most of the time, Vodka reacted immediately. The reason was unknown, but it was probably because the other party made some excessive demands or simply wanted to rob him.
But even he spent more than half the fight to figure this out, and even during the fight he had to shout out that he got it again (ahem).
However, his joy did not last long, as a third party suddenly appeared on the battlefield after a while.
After Gin fired a few shots and retracted his shield, his expression became much colder.
"It's a cop."
His air pressure dropped to below zero.
Vodka, who was just happy about his CP, was stunned.
"ah?"
Gin glared at the opposite side. The cops who came out from nowhere had already confronted the Yamazuchi-gumi. He pressed his hat impatiently and made a decision in his heart.
"Tell Chianti and the others to retreat."
Having said that, the silver-haired young man left the battlefield like a ghost.
In the warehouse at the port, a black Porsche drifted away amid the sound of gunfire. Inside the car, Gin sat in the passenger seat with a gloomy face.
The ringtone of a certain person has not rang since he hung up. The silver-haired young man was stroking his mobile phone, and a brown rabbit pendant that didn't fit in with him kept swinging as the car moved.
Vodka glanced at his elder brother furtively. Years of experience told him that his elder brother was probably in a bad mood.
After all, they had originally planned to rob the Yamazui Group if they wanted to... But now that the other party has taken action, they can't fight back. Not only that, they have to do their best to clean up the mess and not let the damn cops get a whiff of their organization.
Thinking about the increased workload, even he was not in a very good mood.
However, he held the steering wheel, looked at Gin who closed his eyes and was thinking about something, and still called him "Big Brother" hesitantly.
"Let's go to the safe house in Namimachi." After a while, Gin opened his eyes and said, his expression was calm and indifferent, showing the power of impending storm, "There is a rat in this plan."
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