The east gradually brightens.

At dawn, Lin Qiye, who had completed today's search mission, returned to the entrance of the Black Wutong Club on time, and Amamiya Haruki had been waiting here for a long time.

The two men pretended to have just come back from drinking, walked up the stairs, chose an empty private room to sit down, and locked the door.

"I found some problems." Amamiya Haruki sat down on the sofa opposite Lin Qiye.

"What?"

"Today, when I was searching the territory of the Will-O'-the-Wisp Society in the west, I found a few suspicious people who had been wandering outside the Will-O'-the-Wisp Society's property, sneaking around as if they were gathering information." Amamiya Haruki said seriously, "Also, I found that the Will-O'-the-Wisp Society had been completely wiped out, and the inside had become the shelter of the Kankawa family."

"Is there anyone secretly investigating the Hanchuan family's deployment?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"It should be. Moreover, they are well organized and disciplined, with a very clear division of labor. It's not like those small gangs that try to take advantage of the situation."

Not a small gang...

"Could it be the Black Killing Group?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"Kansai is the territory of the Black Killing Group. The Hanchuan family has extended their hands here, and their actions are so arrogant. The Black Killing Group will not swallow their anger. If the people of the Black Killing Group are secretly investigating the deployment of the Hanchuan family and preparing to attack them, it is also very likely."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "If the Black Killing Group wants to attack the Hanchuan family, it will also be a good thing for us."

“It’s certainly a good thing that someone is muddying the waters in Osaka, but the premise is that they can’t go too far. Otherwise, once Kanchuan Si uses the Huojin Sword, it may affect our plan.

After all...the knife in Hanchuan Si's hand is not something a group of gangsters can handle."

"By the way, what is the name of his sword? Why can it cause such large-scale casualties from such a long distance?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but ask, recalling the sword that fell from the sky and cut through the bridge.

"The fifth of the Nine Swords of Huojin, [Black Rope], within a thirty-kilometer radius around the sword master, as long as a coordinate is given, the projection of the blade can be cut down within the coordinate range, causing terrible damage."

Amamiya Haruki paused and continued, "By the way, the ranking of the Nine Swords of Fujin is not based on strength, but the order in which they were forged. So the higher the ranking, the stronger it is not the case."

Lin Qiye nodded. "That is to say, as long as he doesn't know our coordinates, the [Black Rope] will not pose a threat."

"That's right."

"Let's wait and see how far the Black Kill Group and the Hanchuan family can fight." Lin Qiye said slowly as he looked at the streets outside the window that were gradually illuminated by the sunlight.

…

Due to the issue of business hours, the daily routines of everyone at Hei Wutong have been completely turned upside down. They sleep during the day, get up in the afternoon, and prepare to open for business at night.

It was not until dusk that Xiao Jin lazily walked out of his room. When he saw Uncle Kyosuke standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Kyousuke."

"Xiao...Xiao Jin..." Uncle Kyosuke stood stiffly in front of the French window, looking downstairs, his body trembling slightly, "We...seem to be in trouble?"

Xiao Jin was stunned.

He walked to the window, looked down, and his body was shocked!

At the entrance of the Black Sycamore Club, four or five black cars were parked neatly downstairs. A dozen vicious gangsters in black clothes surrounded the gate. At the front of the leading car, a sinister middle-aged man in his fifties was sitting on the headlights, holding a cigarette in his left hand and glancing upstairs indifferently.

"I'm Ken Asakura, a member of the Black Killing Team. I'll give you one minute to come down and open the door. Otherwise, we'll open it for you."

A sturdy man next to him took out an axe from the trunk of the car, stood in front of the gate, and a ferocious smile appeared on his lips.

"Open the door! Open the door for them! I spent a lot of money to decorate the door and I can't let it be destroyed like this!"

Uncle Kyosuke made a quick decision and ran down the stairs quickly. Out of his professional ethics, he instinctively straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and opened the door with a smile.

The group of strong men gathered around the gate and turned to look at Ken Asakura who was sitting at the front of the car, waiting for his orders.

Asakura Ken walked calmly to the gate of the Black Phoenix Club. His cold but murderous eyes stared into Uncle Kyosuke's eyes. He patted his shoulder and spoke slowly:

"Don't panic, we are here to give you money."

Ken Asakura looked back at his subordinates, who immediately understood and opened the black box in their hands, revealing a neatly stacked box of banknotes.

Uncle Kyosuke and Xiao Jin both froze in place.

…

A few minutes later.

In the private room, a dozen members of the Black Killer Group stood by the door like a wall. Ken Asakura sat alone on the big sofa in the room, his eyes calmly looking at Uncle Kyosuke and Xiao Jin who were sitting opposite him.

Uncle Kyosuke was fine. After all, he was old and had experienced many ups and downs. He did not lose his composure when facing the leader of the largest underworld organization in Osaka. Instead, he sat there upright with a warm smile on his lips, which was the signature of a professional gigolo.

In contrast, Xiao Jin was more nervous. He sat there timidly, avoiding Ken Asakura's gaze, with some sweat on his forehead.

"...I think I have made my intentions clear, right?"

Asakura Ken pushed the black box full of banknotes on the table in front of Uncle Kyosuke and said calmly:

"Recently, the guys in your store... Asaba and Amamiya are the two most popular gigolos in Osaka. As long as you are willing to lend them to me and accompany the leader of our Black Killing Team for a while, all the money will be yours.

In addition, from now on, your Black Wutong Club will be protected by our Black Killing Group and will not need to pay protection fees. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in your store will be regarded as an enemy of our Black Killing Group.

I think my sincerity is enough... What do you think? Manager Kyosuke? "

Uncle Kyosuke looked at the box full of banknotes on the table and fell silent.

Outside the private room.

Yurina yawned and walked down the stairs step by step. Seeing that there was no one in the restaurant on the second floor, she seemed a little confused.

Just as she was about to say something, a hand covered her mouth.

Yurina turned around in horror, only to see Lin Qiye standing beside her, extending his index finger and making a "hush" gesture to her.

After seeing Lin Qiye's face clearly, Yurina suddenly became quiet, blinked, and her eyes were full of confusion.

Beside Lin Qiye, Amamiya Haruki walked to the door of the private room silently like a ghost, listened to the conversation inside the room with his ears tilted, his eyes slightly narrowed.

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