For Otomi Mitsuaki, this was yet another familiar night.
At first, he was filled with anticipation. Then, he gradually felt awkward. In the end, it turned into hesitation and worry. Amidst his disappointment and sadness, he welcomed the morning sun for the second time.
"Damn it, you guys are also donkeys. I …"
In the empty garage, Otomi Mitsuaki smoked alone. He raised his head and looked at the rising sun. He raised his arm and wiped the corner of his eyes.
His eyes were almost wet.
In the silence, the subordinate who had returned wanted to say something but stopped. After hesitating for a long time, he walked up trembling. "President …"
After a long time, Otomi Mitsuaki turned around.
"Mm, speak."
The subordinate handed over his phone with trembling hands. The cable television channel on the phone was reporting the morning news. Last night, another traffic accident occurred in the suburbs. The Metropolitan Police Department reminded all citizens to pay attention to traffic safety and not to drive while drunk. A drop of alcohol from the driver, two streams of tears from the family …
"What do you mean by showing me this?" Otomi Mitsuaki asked faintly. "I don't drink when I drive. Don't I have a driver?"
"…"
Being stared at by those eyes, the subordinate's small hands trembled again. Trembling, he picked up a box.
"This, was just … sent over by the Hybrid Alliance."
Otomi Mitsuaki waved his hand casually. "Open it and see what's inside. A bomb?"
After opening the box, there was only a pile of fine powder inside. It was pale white, mixed with big and small particles, and there were also charred embers …
It looked like the ashes left behind after something had been burned.
"They said that the, the item was returned to its original owner …"
Otomi Mitsuaki did not fly into a rage as expected. He put out his cigarette and asked calmly, "So, they are all dead?"
"Yes." The subordinate nodded.
Then, he heard the roar of gunshots and fell into a pool of blood.
"Then why are trash like you still alive?"
Otomi Mitsuaki lowered his head and stared at the lifeless eyes in the pool of blood. "Did I keep you for so long just to let you show me the news? What the f * ck have you been doing? "
He raised his hand and pulled the trigger again and again. He turned around and shouted at the lifeless faces. "Are you all mute?
Trash to such an extent, you are all dead and sent back by the heavens. You still f * cking pretend that nothing happened!
What had he been doing all this time? Were they trying to shift the blame to someone else? More than 140 people! Even if there were more than a hundred pigs, Sheng Tianmu wouldn't be able to kill them all in one night! "
The team members knelt on the ground and buried their heads deep into the cold ground, even if the blood that flowed over soaked their foreheads.
"I've finally figured it out. The real problem of the Iron King Party is not the b * stards, the Italians, and the Russian Federation, but right under my butt!"
Da Zheng roared angrily, "Where is the person who promised me that he would be able to get the Heaven-Eyed Dog's head this time? Taking the horse seal that I sold my old face to get from the higher-ups and giving it away for free!
If this kind of trash didn't die, could it be that he was going to be left behind as a decoration? But what about you guys? Aren't you all the same as those pieces of trash who died?
Someone even told me that the only way to take down Danbo Inner Circle in two days is to die so miserably that old bastard Sheng Tianmu would laugh himself to death in the hospital? "
In the midst of the furious roar, a tinkling sound suddenly rang out.
The phone rang.
The passionate chorus of the female idol group echoed in the air, making the originally cold atmosphere become gentle.
It was getting weirder and weirder.
"Whose phone is it? Get out here! "
Da Zheng Guangshou roared, his eyes scarlet, unable to restrain his anger. But he immediately reacted, "Oh, it's mine. Then it's fine …"
He bent down and took out his phone from the pocket of his dead subordinate. He looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was an unknown number. He coldly picked it up. "Hello? Which one? If it's the guy who collects TV fees from Tokyo Electric Company, then be prepared to die! "
What answered him was a low voice with a strange accent.
"It's me, 'good friend' Yevgeny —"
On the other end of the phone, the Russian Federation person seemed to take a deep breath. After a short silence, he let out a dazed and carefree moan.
He let out a long breath.
He said, "We have a business deal that we can talk about."
Da Zheng Guangshou's eyes turned, and his fierce expression gradually became meaningful. "The key is, how do you want to talk about it … Mr. 'good friend'."
"Someone will talk to you," the 'good friend' said. "I'm just a middleman. You just need to receive them."
After that, he hung up the phone.
In the silence, he heard a voice behind him.
"How pitiful. He's still not dead after seven or eight shots in a row —"
Full of pity, the man who suddenly appeared here looked down at the pair of eyes full of hope and desire. It was unknown whether it was pity or mockery.
But unexpectedly, there was no sense of abruptness.
It was as if he had always been here, but they didn't notice.
Black hair, black eyes, white skin.
He always had a distant and polite smile, like a Roman, but he spoke standard Yingzhou as if he grew up in Japan.
He wore a traditional Yingzhou robe.
After a burst of noise, he was instantly surrounded by layers of people.
Behind the crowd, Da Zheng Guangshou raised his pistol expressionlessly and asked coldly, "Who is it?"
"Didn't I just say on the phone? The person who came to talk business with you … is really rude. He doesn't know how to treat a guest at all. "
The visitor shook his head, seemingly helpless. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Please wait a moment. I really can't stand it anymore —"
He waved his hand casually, as if he was dismissing irrelevant people.
The man lowered his head, slowly bent down, and stared at the twitching Kyodo in the pool of blood.
"It's very painful, isn't it?" He asked softly.
The dying man on the ground widened his eyes and stretched out his hand with all his strength. "Please save … save me …"
"I will save you, don't worry."
After saying those words, a brilliant smile appeared on the newcomer's face. He reached out and hugged the upper body in the pool of blood. Holding his neck, he softly whispered in his ear, "The so-called death is not something to be afraid of. It is the result of a long and peaceful sleep, the result of peace."
"Don't be afraid," he said, "It will be over soon."
There was a cracking sound.
With the gentle action, the pain was ended.
The despair of the deceased disappeared and was replaced by a peaceful smile as if he had walked into the land of dreams.
Yamamasa Mitsuaki's expression twitched.
In that moment of trance, he seemed to see something like a phantom rising from the pool of blood and floating into the sky, as if it had ascended to heaven.
That person's neck had clearly been broken.
But the corpse in the pool of blood on the ground was intact, and even the bullet hole had disappeared!
In this sudden shock, the strange visitor had already stood up from the pool of blood and smiled brightly. "Okay, Mr. Yamamasa Mitsuaki, we can talk now."
Dead silence.
Obviously, under the protection of many subordinates, Yamamasa Mitsuaki suddenly felt a chill, as if he was alone.
He should have immediately pulled the trigger and drawn a clear line with this kind of person who came from an unknown origin and spoke nonsense, but his movements paused for a moment.
"I think, after playing the role of a comedian for so long, you must be tired, right?"
He heard the words from the man. "Don't you want to get rid of the suppression of the Luming Hall and become the true underground king of Kyoto?"
That pair of pitch-black eyes looked at him.
With a smile that seemed to be eternal, he quietly admired.
Inexplicably, he recalled the old priest in the church who advised him every time he gave alms when he was a child …
You can't talk to the devil.
But now, when he finally understood this principle, he realized that it was already too late.
He had already sunk deep into the mud.
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At ten o 'clock in the morning, the Huai Chi group drew a circle in the inner circle of Danbo.
It was about one-tenth the size of the inner circle of Danbo. Including the territory of the Huai Chi group, there were a total of seven blocks. With the help of the Jinchuan Society and other Green Sun factions, most of the manpower was borrowed and all the work was coordinated.
Then, the order was re-established.
In addition to setting aside an area to temporarily rent to those who had encountered disasters and were homeless, new rules were re-emphasized and all violent conflicts were put an end to.
Ruotou Mountain of the Huai Chi group personally came forward and conveyed to the representatives of each block and the leaders of all walks of life that, including robbery and theft, all the chaotic acts that were born and nourished by the turmoil in the inner circle of Danbo were listed as prohibited matters.
There were no complicated rules, but a simple sentence, "Let bygones be bygones. From today onwards, plunder once, break your hand, twice break your two hands, steal fingers, kill with your life."
The loophole was not small. As long as they stole eleven times or snatched three times and killed two people, they would make a profit. They could not be punished at all!
Such hypocrisy and pretentiousness was truly nauseating.
Did they really think that the inner circle of Danbo was their own home? They could do whatever they wanted?
Except for a few people who were really about to reach a dead end who had expectations, more people obeyed on the surface, but they were sneering in their hearts, guessing what medicine the Huai Chi group was selling in their gourd.
There were many people who expressed their dissatisfaction with this.
Whether it was the loan shark company, the brothel keeper, the violent gang on the block, or the other gangs and societies that involved their own interests.
For a time, there was an uproar.
But their dissatisfaction was useless. The higher-ups of the alliance did not care at all.
Even the Huangchuan family, who disliked the Huai Chi group the most, remained silent. They were too lazy to care. They just watched them build a tall building and then waited for it to collapse.
Sheng Tianmu, who had eaten two extra bowls of rice in the hospital, just wiped his mouth and said that it was a good thing that the young people wanted to make a difference. He could not dispel their enthusiasm.
Moreover, the inner circle of Danbo should be controlled now.
When the economy was affected by the turmoil and all the gray industries began to wither, the order that was barely maintained became riddled with holes. The trash waiting to take drugs and the local tyrants waiting to be drained began to take risks … In just two days, countless things had happened.
Sheng Tianmu took this opportunity to be ruthless.
He was even more ruthless than the Huai Chi group.
Before evening, the funeral parlors in the inner circle of Danbo had already started to line up for cremation …
After a long ten hours, the gradually worsening atmosphere in the circle finally stopped, but no one knew how long it would last.
In the office, Huai Shi picked up his teacup expressionlessly. After sending away another wave of annoying flies, he rubbed his swollen eyebrows.
It felt like he was reaping what he sowed.
The arrival of order did not restore the vitality of the block. It even caused a lot of people to leave and migrate. The chaos caused by this had not subsided until now.
But to his surprise, he thought that Young Master Ming's destiny would be affected after his extreme actions caused chaos in the circle. But to his surprise, it didn't affect her at all … Instead, Great Master Ming's conversion speed increased by a huge margin!
Although it was better than nothing, it was still ridiculous …
"Can this count as a dead person's death?"
Huai Shi felt a wave of unease wash over her.
Could it be that the rules he set not only did not improve the atmosphere in the block, but also caused deaths and injuries?
That could not be right. Since this morning, only six people had died under the surveillance of the crows, and they were all people who took advantage of the chaos to commit arson.
"You've walked into the wrong area again, silly boy …"
As Huai Shi's heart skipped a beat, a voice that often appeared at the same time as text messages rang in his ears.
"Tongi?" He was stunned.
"Aiya aiya, what a surprise. I didn't expect you to improve so quickly after coming back from a trip."
As the ink converged, the image of a cute Crow appeared in front of him. She wiped the corners of her eyes with relief, "You've grown up, Huai Shi."
Huai Shi reacted and immediately rolled his eyes. He snorted in disdain,
"You still know how to come back?"
"Look at what you're saying. I have my own business too." Tongi's tone became subtle, sounding weak and pitiful, "I can't always be locked in the basement by you and do this and that, right?"
"Who is doing what to whom, can you please make it clearer?"
Huai Shi glared at her, then stood up weakly, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. What's the wrong area you mentioned just now?"
"I was just about to say it, but you interrupted me …"
Tongi wanted to talk about something else, but Huai Shi stared at her silently. She could not help but shrug helplessly, put on her small glasses, and then took out a small whiteboard and placed it on the table.
The long-awaited lesson of Little Crow had begun.
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