Kyoto.

The deep mountains in the suburbs in the dark night outlined vague contours in the moonlight. On the winding mountain road, a black Hummer was shuttling between the dim street lights and heading towards the top of the mountains.

I don't know how long we drove before a dark iron gate appeared in front of the bright car lights. Several figures in black stood in front of the gate, letting the car lights shine on them. They stood there like rocks, motionless.

The Hummer stopped obediently in front of the iron gate. The black-clad figure in the lead walked to the car and spoke calmly:

"identity."

The rear window of the Hummer rolled down, Ken Asakura looked the man in the eyes and showed his name tag.

"The Black Killing Group's Wakagashira Deputy, the Osaka Yamamoto Group's Leader, Asakura Ken."

"What are you doing here?"

"Meet the team leader. There are things that need his decision."

The man carefully compared Ken Asakura's appearance, nodded, returned the name tag to the other party, took two steps back, and bowed deeply.

"please."

Under the cover of night, the dark iron gate slowly opened, and the figures blocking the gate made way for it. The Hummer's accelerator was stepped on, and the car quickly drove towards the luxurious manor on the top of the mountain.

A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the main entrance of the manor. The driver got out and opened the door for Ken Asakura. The latter straightened his clothes with a solemn expression and walked into the manor with the driver and an assistant.

The leader of the Black Killing Group whom he was about to meet was the third leader of the Black Killing Group since its establishment and a legendary figure in the Japanese underworld.

A year ago, the underworld in the Kansai region was like a pile of loose sand. Although there were many powerful underworld gangs, they were all busy fighting for their own territories and industrial development. They had not made any progress at all. Compared with the two super families in Kanto, they were simply a group of insignificant shrimps.

At that time, the Black Killing Group was just one of the three major gangs in Kyoto. Although it had some status in the underworld, that was all it was.

It was at that time that this team leader suddenly appeared out of nowhere. From being an ordinary gangster who appeared out of nowhere, he brought a few of his men and wiped out the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the Black Killing Group the number one in Kyoto.

This young man who suddenly appeared was appreciated by the second-generation team leader, who quickly promoted him to a senior position in the Black Killing Group. After he had a position in the group, he let go and led a group of subordinates to break through the large-scale underworld gangs in other regions of Kansai with unstoppable momentum, causing the Black Killing Group's status in Kansai to soar like a rocket, and eventually he became the underworld leader of Kansai.

Two months ago, the second-generation team leader passed away due to illness. The designation of this young man as the third-generation team leader of the Black Killing Group was what everyone expected.

Ken Asakura had only met this team leader twice. Once was a year ago when he led his men to Osaka to defeat the Yamamoto Group, and once was at the ceremony where he succeeded to become the team leader. The temperament of a gangster leader that he exuded made him unforgettable to this day.

While considering what he would say when he met the team leader later, Ken Asakura walked to a closed Japanese door.

"Please come in." The man leading the way made a "please" gesture to Ken Asakura.

Ken Asakura straightened his clothes one last time, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door was a spacious hall with a tatami mat on the floor. More than two hundred men and women were kneeling neatly on both sides of the room. The men were all wearing black kimonos, and the women were all wearing black furisode, white socks and wooden clogs. They looked calmly at Ken Asakura who walked in.

In the center of the hall, a young man wearing a flowing cloud feather robe that symbolized the status of a team leader was sitting there casually, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth and an old-fashioned silver lighter in his palm, gently lighting a ball of fire.

The flickering flames lit the cigarette, he took a puff, the misty smoke filled the air, and his sharp and deep eyes narrowed slightly.

He wore two rings on the middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, one black and one white.

The moment Asakura Ken's eyes met the young man's, his heart trembled slightly. When the young man led his men to wipe out the Yamamoto Group in Osaka, he had the same look in his eyes...

He calmed himself down, walked to the center of the hall, and half-knelt on the ground.

"Commander-in-Chief Wakashira of the Black Assassination Group, Captain of the Yamamoto Group, Ken Asakura, meet the Chief Captain."

The young man held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at him quietly, with no intention of speaking. The atmosphere in the whole hall was dead silent and depressing.

In this dead silence, Ken Asakura's psychological pressure increased again. He felt the young man's sharp gaze, and beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

"Team Leader, I came here this time to report something to you. A few days ago, the Hanchuan family in Kanto sent someone..."

Ken Asakura half-knelt on the ground and told the whole story in detail. The only sound in the entire hall was his narration.

In the hazy smoke, the young man was holding a cigarette, his eyes revealed a faint kingly pressure. He just looked at Asakura Ken quietly and listened to everything calmly...

…

Shen Qingzhu is very depressed now.

He couldn't understand a word the man kneeling on the ground said.

Speaking of which, he has been in this ghost place for more than a year. Thinking back to the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu is still confused. He has no idea how all this has inexplicably developed to this point.

…

One year ago.

Shen Qingzhu woke up on the coast of Yokohama and looked around in a daze.

He felt the same as Lin Qiye at the time. He didn’t know what happened, why he came here, and what kind of hell this place was…

But it was night time, and after Shen Qingzhu drifted to the shore, no one found him. He walked into the city in a daze, looking at the neon signs and various incomprehensible words everywhere, and he fell into deep thought...

When he was in the training camp, he remembered that the instructor seemed to have mentioned this kind of culture, but he never listened to such classes, so he couldn't remember anything at all.

Fortunately, the people here looked similar to him, so he blended in with them and no one noticed his abnormality. He walked around most of the city like this, and when he was tired, he returned to the coast to smoke. As soon as he used [Qi Min] to create a flame, he felt a gaze reaching out from the void, frantically looking for him.

For Brother Zha, who was an undercover agent, being cautious is the first priority for survival in an unfamiliar environment. The moment he felt this look, he immediately stopped the operation of the forbidden ruins and sat there motionless for more than ten minutes.

After waiting for the gaze to leave and making sure it would never appear again, he quickly left the coast, even sneaking into a moving truck and leaving the city directly.

What he didn't know was that just a few minutes after he left, an oracle arrived around the coast, searching for his trace.