Tokyo city.

Shinjuku area.

The most prosperous main road in this area is already in a mess. There are almost no pedestrians walking on the road, and the popular shops on both sides that were once bustling with people are all closed.

Even so, the doors of most of these closed shops had been smashed to pieces. On the streets in the distance, a group of men wearing black masks, holding hammers and machetes, rushed into a bar with wild laughter, snatched the few remaining bottles of wine on the counter, and started drinking on the street.

The trash cans on the roadside have been burned black, broken wine bottles, dented bullet shells, and dried blood everywhere... The hideous red Japanese characters have been painted on the walls, and there are dirty and offensive words everywhere.

Even on such a chaotic main street, there is still a store with its door open.

This is a six-story stand-alone building. Its exterior design perfectly combines modern sense with Japanese courtyard style. It is luxurious and grand with black and gold decoration.

This is currently the largest and most luxurious gigolo club in Japan.

It is also the only store in Shinjuku that is still operating normally.

——Qianyu Club.

Ji Nian led the people from the Shang Xie Society to stand in front of this magnificent club, their mouths wide open in shock...

Wei Dong scratched his head and explained at the right time: "I know that setting up a temporary base in a gigolo club will indeed damage the image of our Shangxie Society... But the current situation of the 'human circle' is very complicated. Apart from here, there is almost no place for us to stay in Tokyo, so I can only ask the president to make do with it..."

“Great job!!!”

Before Wei Dong finished speaking, Ji Nian suddenly turned around, his eyes shining with excitement!

"Little Wei Dong! You really know me too well!!" She patted Wei Dong's shoulder heavily, gave him a thumbs up, and then rushed into the store quickly, muttering excitedly:

“Cowboy! Champagne! The ultimate experience like an emperor! Here I come!!

Someone come here! I want to order ten!!”

Seeing Jinian riding away and rushing directly into the store, the remaining members of the Shangxie Society outside the door fell silent.

The man in the suit sighed, "Come in, what are you still looking at? Is this your first time seeing the president go crazy?"

Everyone in the Shangxie Society coughed lightly a few times and quickly followed.

As soon as they walked into the club's door and saw the situation inside, their faces changed instantly.

Thousands of candles flickered in the blue and purple glass lampshades, illuminating the entire club. At this moment, on the leather sofas scattered around the empty hall, more than a dozen handsome men in sequined clothes were holding submachine guns with the muzzles pointed at the door, as if ready to fire at any time, with extremely calm expressions.

On the suspended corridor on the second floor, four snipers had already ambushed. Four red dots were shaking on the face of Jinian who had just walked in, and finally gathered at her brows.

Ji Nian stood in front of many guns wearing a ragged windbreaker, his hands in his pockets and his eyes slightly narrowed.

A dangerous aura emanated from her body.

"This is not the place for you to cause trouble." Sitting on the black leather sofa at the back was a gigolo in a blue sequined suit. He held a samurai sword in his left hand and a submachine gun in his right hand. He spoke calmly.

"Leave, the Fengji family's assets...you can't afford to offend them."

In this tense atmosphere, Wei Dong walked out quickly. He glanced at everyone on the field, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Put your guns down...it's me."

Seeing Wei Dong, the cowherd in blue was slightly startled, "Mr. Wei?"

"This is a misunderstanding. These are the temporary companions that I mentioned to your family master before." Wei Dong said, pointing at the people from the Shangxie Society behind him.

The blue-clad cowboy blinked his eyes, immediately hid his submachine gun and samurai sword under the sofa, stood up from the sofa, coughed twice with some embarrassment, and said to the people around him,

"What are you still standing there for? Put away your weapons! These are not rioters, they are distinguished guests!"

Hearing this, all the gigolos put away their guns silently, put on their signature smiles, and bowed repeatedly to the people of Shangxie Society with an apologetic look on their faces.

"I'm really sorry, the world has been so chaotic lately that we have to be careful... Also, the look on the face of this lady who just rushed in was so similar to those of manic lunatics, so..."

Jin Ji's expression became subtle.

Wei Dong briefly introduced both parties, then took everyone from the Shangxie Society upstairs and settled them in their rooms.

They also found rooms for the seriously injured and unconscious Lin Qiye and Jia Lan. Although the medical equipment was not brought down from the cruise ship, with the memories, it was a piece of cake to reassemble two sets using pixels.

After everything was settled, everyone in the Shangxie Society immediately got busy. Some people started debugging the equipment they brought, some people gathered together to study something on a Japanese map, and some people vacated a room and began to set up a meeting room...

The sun was setting in the west, and the dim sunlight was shining into the spacious bedroom. Amid the steady beeping of medical equipment, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.

Fatigue surged into his heart like a tide, and he lay on the bed in a daze. It was a long time before he barely regained consciousness. He stared at the roof in a daze for a moment, then sat up with difficulty.

Not only was he mentally exhausted, but all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. He felt extremely weak. He looked around, confusion in his eyes.

Where is this?

He vaguely remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was on the foggy sea... How come when he opened his eyes, he was in modern society again?

Has he returned to Daxia?

Lin Qiye glanced at his left hand. The sword of Ama-Kume was still held in his palm. His chest was still aching slightly. The wound pierced by the sword had not healed completely. There was still a two-centimeter-deep wound on his chest. If you look closely, you can see a faint golden light flowing deep in his wound.

"A miracle?" Lin Qiye stroked his chest with his right hand and muttered to himself.

The wounds left by the Ame-Kume sword cannot be healed by themselves, just like what happened to Wu Xiangnan back then. Only a miracle can repair the sword marks left in the flesh and blood.

During the time he was unconscious, the [Mortal Divine Realm] that he had opened with all his strength was still working, slowly repairing the sword wound. Otherwise, with such an unhealable penetrating wound, Lin Qiye would have died long ago.

His current double exhaustion, both mental and physical, was probably the sequelae of mental overdraft caused by the [Mortal Divine Realm] actively sucking away his mental power unconsciously to maintain the miracle.

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