Chapter 189: Unbridled
In the cold January wind, the cherry blossoms have not yet sprouted.
Inside the quaint Tang-style building, a group of people wearing Japanese samurai costumes were kneeling inside, with clear tattoos visible on their exposed arms.
In Japan, tattoos are an important feature of club members. In Japan, except for club members, almost no one has tattoos.
Japanese clubs are a major feature of Japan, but since Japan began to restrict the development of clubs more than 40 years ago, Japanese clubs have gradually declined.
Among them, aging is the most important reason. Now 40% of the main members of the community are around 50 years old.
One of the gang members once revealed that "in the past, we bought weapons to lend money, but now we sell weapons to repay the loans."
The days of the Japanese society are not as easy or glamorous as everyone imagined. They are in a very miserable situation now. Without Huang Qing to take over, the small society can hardly survive.
It was because of their embarrassment that Kota Sixteen was prepared to intervene.
In front of the middle and senior management of the Iida Society, Iida Iiryu, the president of the Iida Society who had been held hostage by Kota Roku, knelt in front of everyone with a stern expression.
"Everyone, today I want to introduce you to an important person. He will become our new president and lead us to a better future."
"You can call him Miyamoto-kun!"
As Jingtian Jinglong's voice sounded, Kota Shijuku, wearing a scarlet mask, opened the wooden door and walked into the inner room. His scarlet ghost head looked ferocious, but his exposed neck was exceptionally white.
After Kota Juku walked into the inner room, Iida Iiryu turned sideways and bowed to him with his head on the ground, showing extreme respect.
"Miyamoto-kun, I've already told everyone about this."
"Hmm!" Kota Shijuku let out a nasal sound.
Although the mask obscured his face, the people from the Jingtian Society still judged from his voice that he was a young man around twenty years old.
"President Jinglong, do you know what you are doing?"
A middle-aged man in his forties stood up, his tattoos spreading to his neck, and spoke in a stern voice.
"How can a young boy like him be qualified to be our president?"
Before he finished his words, there was a "click" sound, and the thin young man wearing a demon mask was standing in front of Oda Eiichiro who had just spoken.
This guy, who was about 40 years old and weighed 200 pounds, had his neck twisted to 180 degrees and his eyes seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.
"Please remember, my name is Miyamoto-kun. To the outside world, I don't exist. Internally, I am your president. From today on, what you need to do is to become the number one club in Japan."
Standing in front of Eiichiro Oda, Kota Juku's voice was cold, and his methods were even colder than his voice.
Since forty years ago, few people in Japanese societies have dared to use such brutal means. Now, even society fights are rarely seen, let alone such means.
The thunder-like means made everyone who wanted to speak swallow their words.
"But...we are all old."
Jingtian Shilong, who was the second-in-command of the Jingtian Society, spoke slowly.
The Ida Society previously had a presence in Osaka, but as the society's members aged rapidly, they soon began to live off their past glory.
On this road, if you don't move forward, you will move backward.
If you cannot occupy a huge territory, then the territory will shrink rapidly.
"Yeah?"
Kota Sixteen squatted down, lifted up Oda Eiichiro's body with one hand, and bit his neck. Everyone could hear the horrible sound of blood pouring into his throat.
One bite after another!
Until the blood made a sound of drying up, Kota let go of Eiichiro Oda's body, and the body fell to the ground with a heavy sound.
Kota Sixteen gently licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled like a devil from hell.
"I forgot to introduce myself. People outside call me a bloodthirsty devil."
There seemed to be a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and his voice sounded softly.
“Getting old is never a problem.”
"I just happen to be short of a few blood slaves."
………
Three days later, the bloodthirsty devil in Osaka seemed to have suddenly hidden himself and stopped committing crimes, as if his bloodthirsty desire had suddenly stopped.
"That's not right! Why did it suddenly stop?"
Kiriyama Kawasaki flipped through the case files in his hands but couldn't figure out why this happened.
"Maybe he feels tired of us not being able to catch him?" Kanako guessed.
"Impossible, his case is different from others. His bloodthirstiness is definitely a pathology. This kind of murderer will never stop like this." Kiriyama Kawasaki said excitedly.
"Maybe he's too busy to kill people?" Kanako gave the next suggestion.
"No time?"
Kiriyama Kawasaki frowned and said, "Let's see who in Osaka has holidays during the days when he committed the crime."
"And has anything unusual happened recently?"
Kanako thought for a moment and then said, "Recently, there seems to be a club that wants to expand its territory. It seems to be called the Ida Club."
"Is the Jingtian Society beginning to expand its territory?"
Kiriyama Kawasaki's brows were twisted into knots. He didn't think that the Ida Society would have any connection with the bloodthirsty devil, the murderer.
"Let's check the holiday stuff first!"
………
At this time, in the cave of Zhongnan Mountain, on the top of Taiyi Peak, Wen Zhengming held the black piece in his right hand, tapping the lamp flower casually, and watched Kong Tai Shiliu take in the entire Jinglong Society.
"Compared to Li Daoyi's wretched development, this guy called Sorata is really interesting. If this were a movie, he would definitely be a villain."
"But this is fate. Everyone's fate is created by their own character, opportunities and efforts."
Wen Zhengming gently placed the chess piece on the board, shook his head and said no more words, because he sensed someone coming.
"Uncle Junior Master, I finally got the stone you wanted. It's really heavy!"
Qiao Yuanshan walked in with an armful of black iron ore.
"Black iron is naturally heavy."
Wen Zhengming smiled, threw a book onto the black iron ore in his arms, and said:
"Take it and study it."
"Build me a pill furnace."
"Ah?" Qiao Yuanshan looked confused.
At this time, the old Taoist priest Longxuzi came in and said with a smile:
"Your junior uncle is training you."
"You have to cherish this opportunity, why don't you hurry up and go."
"Oh!" Qiao Yuanshan was just a little confused, but he was still willing to learn how to refine the alchemy furnace.
As Qiao Yuanshan turned and left, the old Taoist turned around and said with a serious look, "Uncle Master, the news spread among the ten great families that you held an auction to sell the Ruo Dao Dan. Is this true or false?"
"Of course it's true!"
Wen Zhengming raised his head with a calm look in his eyes.
Thank you for the personal reward of 1,000 Qidian coins!
(End of this chapter)
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