“It’s raining!”

Under the Black Killing Group building, more than 30 black cars and seven or eight vans were parked there quietly, and each car was filled with fully armed members of the Black Killing Group.

Asakura Ken stood under the car, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky, and asked in surprise, "It's such a nice day, but it's actually raining?"

Shen Qingzhu, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up at the sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently flicked the burning cigarette in his hand out of the window. The black car window rolled up automatically.

"Let's go." He said lightly.

"yes!"

Asakura Ken immediately got in the car, connected the channels of all vehicles through the intercom, and shouted loudly:

"Set off!"

boom--!!

More than forty engines burst into humming sounds at the same time, bright headlights lit up, and the vehicles tore through the pitch-black night, galloping away in the rain like roaring beasts!

rain,

This was the signal agreed upon by Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu.

…

Black Sycamore Club.

Uncle Kyosuke held the crying Yurina in his arms and glanced faintly at the darkness in the corner.

He gently touched Yurina's head and said with a smile:

"Xiao Youli, the club is a little dirty, and I need to tidy it up. Can you go with Xiao Jin to buy some glue and detergent for me?"

Yurina raised her head and asked with red eyes:

“Can it really be fixed?”

"Can."

"...Well, then..."

Yurina let go of Uncle Kyosuke, who gave Xiao Jin a look, and Xiao Jin took Yurina's hand and slowly walked away into the distance.

On the deserted street, Uncle Kyosuke stood at the door of the dark club for a long time, then raised his foot and slowly walked in.

Time passes by every second.

About five minutes after Yurina and Kogane left, several cars drove into the street. Mr. Jing and a dozen of the Samukawa family's men quickly got out of the cars, slammed the doors and walked over.

"Are you sure? They are back?" asked Mr. Jing.

"Sure, our people are watching here all the time."

"Did you see the target?"

"I see, the descendants of Yuri Heizhe are indeed here, there is no doubt about it."

"Where's that Asaba Nanaya?"

"The person who was following us said that just as they came back, Asaba Nanaya left with another person. No one knew where they went. There shouldn't be anyone in this store who can stop us now."

"good."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Mr. Jing's eyes. He turned around and said to his men behind him, "Everyone, bring your weapons. Let's go catch them!"

More than a dozen people, carrying their weapons, rushed to the entrance of the Black Sycamore Club. As soon as they stepped through the door, they all froze in place.

In the middle of the dark and messy restaurant, tables and chairs were piled up in a disorderly manner, standing like a small mountain. The light bulb above flickered, and sparks flew out from time to time, illuminating the dark restaurant for a moment.

On the hill, a middle-aged man was sitting there quietly, with a withering red rose in the pocket of his flashy sequined suit.

The dim light bulbs projected his back onto the pale wall behind him, like a demon standing on a sea of ​​corpses and blood. He stared quietly at the dozen people who broke into the club, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In the darkness, his cold eyes seemed to contain the rage of a furious lion.

…

In the rain.

A rapid cell phone ring suddenly rang.

Amamiya Haruki was startled. He reached into his pocket, took out the phone, put it to his ear and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Amemiya! I won the game today! I predicted a shocking secret!" Hoshimi Shota's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

Amamiya Haruki raised his eyebrows, "If what you predicted is the location of the Kankawa family, we have already found it..."

"That's not it!" Hoshimi Shouta took a deep breath and spoke word by word, "What I predicted today is... 'Yuuri Heizhe breaks out and attacks the Pure Land again'!"

"What did you say?"

Amamiya Haruki stood there in a daze.

"Yeah! You're surprised, right! If this prediction is correct, then the last prediction about Yuuri Kurozhe's death was wrong! Maybe he wasn't dead at all!" Hoshimi Shota became more and more excited as he spoke.

"...I understand." Amamiya Haruki took a deep breath and calmed his disturbed mind. "I have something to do now. I will call you after I finish it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qiye asked.

"The unreliable prophet said, 'Yuuri Heizhe will break out and attack the Pure Land again.'"

"Yuuri Heizhe?" Lin Qiye frowned, "Isn't he dead?"

"Now it seems that maybe not." Amamiya Haruki said as he walked, "When I heard the news of his death before, I was a little skeptical. How could a fierce man who could kill Pure Land with three swords be killed so easily by the Oracle? In order to confirm this idea, I specially asked the prophet to verify this matter again...

The result was positive, so I have always believed that he was really dead since then."

"So, his last prediction was exactly the 50% that was wrong?"

"That's right."

"Perhaps, his prediction this time is also wrong?"

"Yeah...but at least, he gave us this possibility and opened up another way of thinking."

"If Yuuri Heizhe is not dead, but as the prophecy says, he is setting a plan, then what exactly is this plan, and what is his purpose in setting it up..."

While the two were thinking, they had already arrived at the edge of the former Will-O'-Wil Society's influence. They looked up at the nightclub emitting neon lights under the night sky, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

"We can discuss Yuri Heizhe's matter when we get back. Now, let's just do the things at hand."

"Shen Qingzhu's people...should be here soon."

boom--!!

On the other side of the street, more than thirty cars sped past. The buzzing sound of cars in the middle of the night had already attracted the attention of the Hanchuan family members in the nightclub. They quickly mobilized their manpower and swarmed towards that street.

More than twenty cars drove out of the nightclub's parking lot and rushed onto the street, completely blocking the lane and blocking the Black Kill Group's vehicles' way.

"There are quite a lot of people." In the car, Asakura Ken squinted at the dazzling headlights in front of him, frowned, picked up the intercom and said,

"Stop the car and get out!"

More than 40 vehicles of the Black Kill Group were parked in front of the wall of cars away from Hanchuan's house. The bright headlights on both sides shone on each other, almost making the entire road as bright as day. The dull and frequent sounds of doors closing were heard, and one by one the members of the Black Kill Group dressed in black got out of the car, holding their weapons, and walked towards the vehicles on the opposite side with cold eyes.

The people from the Hanchuan family also got out of the car, and the two groups stood in the large open space illuminated by the car lights, confronting each other.