Bang!

There was a crisp sound of a door closing, and a figure wearing a flowing cloud feather robe slowly got out of the car, lowered his head to light a cigarette for himself, and walked forward slowly.

Nearly three hundred members of the Black Killer Group that were surging in front of the car simultaneously separated to both sides to make a path for him. The moment they saw the Liuyun feather ornament, the members of the Kankawa family seemed to have thought of something, and shock appeared in their eyes!

He is...

The legendary underworld legend, the leader of the Kansai Black Killing Group? !

He actually came in person?

Shen Qingzhu, holding a cigarette in his mouth, walked in front of the Black Kill Group. The countless dazzling car lights behind him gave his outline a golden edge. Because of the backlight, the people of the Hanchuan family could not see his face clearly, but his cold and majestic eyes were like torches in the darkness, deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts.

A cadre from the Hanchuan family calmed down and said in a cold voice:

"I never thought that the leader of the Black Killing Team would come to Osaka in person and bring people to the door of our Hanchuan family... I wonder what your Excellency means by this?"

Shen Qingzhu was holding a cigarette in her mouth, and behind the hazy smoke, her eyes looked at him indifferently, with no intention of talking to him at all.

Quiet.

The cadre frowned, "Why? From what the team leader said, do you think that our Hanchuan family has offended your Black Killing Group? Sorry, our Hanchuan family has always done things this way. If there is any offense... it is not our problem."

Shen Qingzhu still stared at him silently, and the sense of oppression in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

Behind him, Ken Asakura and Yu Imori silently took out their weapons.

More than 300 members of the Black Killing Group pulled out their weapons at the same time, nearly a third of which were guns. In the silent atmosphere, there was a flash of murderous intent in their eyes.

The cadre was a little confused.

Isn't it normal for gangs to shout harsh words before a fight? Why does this team leader look so fierce and powerful, as if he has some deep hatred with the Hanchuan family?

Didn't we just come to Osaka to take down a few small gangs? We didn't attack your Black Killing Group?!

And... where did the Black Kill Group get so many guns? !

Not only do they have twice as many people as them, they also have so many weapons. If a fight really breaks out, there will be heavy casualties on their side!

“Team leader, we may have been wrong to come to your territory without saying hello, but we never meant to provoke your Black Killing Group. If you have anything to say, we can talk slowly. I think there must be some misunderstanding between us…” The cadre swallowed and cold sweat began to break out on his back.

Shen Qingzhu held the cigarette in his hand, glanced at him lightly, threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stepped on it hard.

What kind of bird language is this kid speaking?

"Kurusu!" (Kill!)

As soon as Shen Qingzhu finished speaking, the members of the Black Killing Group behind him were in an uproar. Those who had guns raised their guns, and those who didn't have guns raised machetes and sticks and rushed directly to the faces of the Hanchuan family members to greet them!

Gunshots, shouts, and wailing echoed one after another in the silent street. The two teams started fighting each other, and the scene suddenly became a mess!

…

Upstairs at the Will-O-Wisp nightclub.

Hanchuan Si looked down

"The Black Kill Group... why are they rushing over here at this time?" he muttered to himself.

"Young Patriarch, our numbers and equipment are far inferior to those of the Black Killer Group. If we continue to fight like this, we will definitely suffer heavy losses." Beside him, another cadre of the Hanchuan family spoke anxiously, "What should we do?"

Han Chuan Si pondered.

The number of people he brought from Tokyo was not large to begin with, and the strength of the members of small gangs he recruited after arriving in Osaka was even more questionable. Coupled with the suppression of weapons, such a group of people could never be a match for the Black Killing Group.

But he didn't really care.

He came all the way from Tokyo to Osaka, not to compete with the Black Killer Group for territory, his only target was Yuuri Heizetsu's royal blood and the two Huojin swords.

However, with fewer people, some things become more difficult to do.

"Mr. Jing went to capture Yuuri Heizhe's daughter? Did he succeed?" Kanchuan Si turned around and asked.

The cadre shook his head and said, "I don't know... A few minutes ago, the men that Mr. Jing brought to arrest people lost contact with us. We have no news at all. I don't know how far they have progressed now..."

"What a bunch of trash." Han Chuan Si said coldly.

Seeing that the manpower of the Hanchuan family below was rapidly decreasing and they were completely suppressed by the Black Killing Group and were in an absolute disadvantage, a murderous intent flashed in Hanchuan Si's eyes.

He placed his palm on the [black rope] around his waist.

If it is not necessary, he actually does not want to use the Huojin Sword. He himself is a [Fierce Ghost]-level prisoner in the eyes of the Oracle. If the power of the Huojin Sword is fully released, it will easily attract the attention of [Pure Land]. If the other party sends an Oracle to check the situation, then his situation will be passive...

However, clear the notice.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, the window on the side of the room suddenly exploded. Hanchuan Si turned his head sharply, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a missile with a long flame tail rapidly passing through the air and hitting him directly in the face.

Hanchuan Si's pupils suddenly contracted!

boom--!!!

A devastating explosion erupted in the nightclub, engulfing all the houses within a radius of nearly 300 meters. Fortunately, the surrounding buildings were also the territory of the Hanchuan family, and no innocent residents were affected.

The loud noise of the explosion directly swept across half of Osaka. All the members of the Kamikawa family and the Black Kill Group who were fighting in the streets ahead were stunned. The people of the Kamikawa family looked back at the stronghold that had been razed to the ground, and they all stood there in a daze.

What could explode with such great power?

A fighter plane flew over?!

Someone looked up at the sky. The night sky was dead silent, with no trace of fighter jets at all.

"Kill them!" Seeing that everyone in the Samukawa family was a little dazed, Ken Asakura started shouting immediately!

All the members of the Black Kill Team roared, and their morale soared. The situation that was originally advantageous suddenly turned into a one-sided crushing. The shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the Hanchuan family were completely confused and fled in all directions.

The flames burned fiercely and thick smoke rose into the sky.

On a high-rise building hundreds of meters away from the explosion site, two figures wearing floral bathrobes and holding red umbrellas were watching the scene quietly.

Amamiya Haruki couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lin Qiye beside him and Mu Mu who was lying on his back, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"What is that?"

"Oh, those are the heavy missiles mounted on fighter jets stored in the military base." Lin Qiye said calmly, "The power is a little greater than I imagined..."