Because of the festival, there are much fewer people in Dotonbori tonight than usual.

Three handsome young men in floral yukatas, together with an older man holding a little girl's hand, walked leisurely towards the Black Sycamore Club.

Lin Qiye, Xiao Jin, and Amamiya Haruki each held a skewer of barbecue in their hands, eating as they walked. In Uncle Kyosuke's words, this was a small reward for their good publicity tonight...

While eating the barbecue, Lin Qiye felt a little soft-hearted and decided to change the sack on Uncle Kyosuke to a festive red color tonight.

"Brother Qiye! Uncle Kyosuke agreed to let me bring Grandma Tsuru here, and we can stay in the club together from now on!" Yurina ran to Lin Qiye excitedly and said.

"Hmm?" Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised, "Take Grandma He over?"

Lin Qiye looked at Uncle Kyosuke who was walking at the end, with confusion in his eyes.

A normal boss would want his employees to work like a slave and not stop until they have squeezed out all their value, but Uncle Kyosuke's behavior made him a little confused...

Hiring Yurina was beyond Lin Qiye's expectations. After all, she was just a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. Although she was very hardworking, some things were definitely not as perfect as those done by a regular waiter. However, he still chose to hire Yurina and gave her a generous salary.

If this was to retain Lin Qiye, the rising star of gigolo, it could be understood, but now that he was willing to take Grandma He over, it was completely beyond Lin Qiye's comprehension.

Wouldn't it be a burden to yourself to pick up an old lady in her seventies and bring her to a gigolo club?

"Yes! Uncle Kyosuke is so nice!" Yurina smiled brightly, "From now on, we can always be together."

Lin Qiye looked at Yurina's smile and felt a little complicated. The Yurina he knew was a mature and distressing little adult from the beginning. This was the first time he saw the pure smile of a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl on her face.

But he did not answer, because he knew very well that he could not stay here for long.

However, it seems like it would be nice if Yurina could stay here and live happily?

Yurina was skipping in front, the light pink cherry blossom hairpin emitting a faint halo under the neon light, a few strands of hair were dancing in the air, and she was smiling like a flower.

The other four followed behind her, with a faint smile on their lips.

Yurina turned the corner and was about to walk into the club when she suddenly froze in place.

She stared blankly ahead. The end of the street, which should have been brightly lit, was now pitch black.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Xiao Jin asked in confusion. He turned the corner and saw the scene in front of him, and he was also stunned.

At the end of the dark street, the ground was covered with broken glass shards, reflecting the hazy moonlight, like a broken silver carpet on the ground. The door and windows of the club were all smashed to pieces, and the high-end neon sign had fallen to the ground at this moment, with the fonts on it crooked, and occasionally a few sparks splashed out from the neon tube, illuminating a corner of the dark street.

Inside the club, the front desk had been smashed, the cabinets containing expensive liquor had been emptied, and more than a dozen wine bottles shattered on the ground. The liquor turned into a lake and flowed slowly, soaking the toppled restaurant tables and chairs.

The Black Sycamore Club was in a mess.

"This is..." Lin Qiye frowned tightly.

Amamiya Haruki narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and looked at Lin Qiye, both of them already had a guess in their minds.

Smashing a store could only be done by the underworld, but definitely not by the Black Killing Group, so the identity of the person who did this is about to be revealed...

"Hey, you're finally back!" An auntie hurried out of the izakaya next door and said to the group, "Two hours ago, I saw the gangsters who had been causing trouble in Dotonbori running over here. They broke into the house without saying a word, as if they were looking for something, and made a mess inside...

Otherwise, you should call the police!"

Yurina stood at the door of the dim and messy club, staring blankly at the scene inside which was like a garbage dump. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She bit her lips tightly, and her eyes were a little red.

"Why ah..." She murmured to herself, her voice tinged with tears, "Why, those people kept chasing me... I clearly did nothing wrong... Why did they do this...

I finally found a place in this world that belongs to me... Why..."

Yurina stood there, feeling her heart breaking into pieces. A few seconds ago, she was still looking forward to a bright future living here, but now, reality shattered all her expectations and fantasies.

She stood in the dark, tears streaming down her face, like a child who had lost everything.

Just then, a figure slowly walked behind her.

Uncle Kyosuke placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at the messy Black Sycamore Club in front of him. His eyes were like a deep lake in winter, terrifyingly calm.

"It's not your fault, Yuzu-chan..." he said softly in a soothing voice.

Yurina turned around, her eyes red from crying, looking at Uncle Kyosuke aggrievedly. She opened her arms, hugged Uncle Kyosuke's waist, and cried loudly:

"I'm sorry... Uncle Kyosuke, it's all because of me... because of me that they messed this place up like this, it's all because of me... I'm sorry..."

Uncle Kyosuke gently touched her head, the calmness in his eyes could no longer suppress the rage that was about to boil over, like a volcano in the deep sea, about to erupt.

"Let's go out for a while."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, moved his eyes away from Yurina, tried his best to suppress his inner anger, and spoke calmly.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Amamiya Haruki turned around silently, walked side by side with Lin Qiye, and gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

When they walked onto the deserted neon street, Amamiya Haruki slowly took out a dark blue long sword from his folded red umbrella, slung it around his waist, and gently held the handle with his left hand.

Tick-tock!

A drop of rain fell from the sky.

Two red umbrellas opened.

Crash...

The rain is getting heavier.

The rain poured onto the two red umbrellas and flowed onto the asphalt road along the inclined angle.

The sudden heavy rain soaked the pedestrians around. They screamed and hid under the eaves of the surrounding houses, looking up at the night sky above their heads with worry.

With such a clear night sky, no one thought it would rain, so they didn't bring an umbrella.

But someone brought an umbrella.

They also brought knives.

In the rain, two young men in floral yukatas held red umbrellas and walked calmly on the hazy neon streets, their figures gradually disappearing.

A faint sound came from the rain.

"The Hanchuan family... let's destroy them all."