boyutpedia Chapter 389 The Plan (Page 12)
Chapter 389 The Plan (Page 12)
Garan desperately suppressed a laugh, his shoulders shaking violently: "So... in the past year or so... you've become a mafia godfather just by saying 'eight' and 'Kurus'?!"
Shen Qingzhu: “…”
(What else?)
(I still can't understand what they're saying...)
(Anyway, as long as you just say 'Kurus' with a cold face, they'll take care of things themselves...)
Lin Qiye rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself down: "Then... do you know what the Black Kill Group does?"
Shen Qingzhu pondered for a moment: "...Murder?"
Everyone: "..."
(You don't even know what your own organization's main business is?!)
Ken Asakura (eavesdropping outside the door, tears streaming down his face): "Big Boss...you're too modest! We're clearly the largest yakuza organization in Kansai!"
Shen Qingzhu: "..."
(A criminal organization?)
(Oh, so it's not an ordinary company after all...)
(No wonder someone always pulls out a knife during a fight...)
Lin Qiye took a deep breath and decided to give up thinking: "Never mind... the problem now is, what about Han Chuan Si..."
Shen Qingzhu frowned: "Who is Han Chuansi?"
Lin Qiye: “…”
(You don't even know the boss of the rival organization?!)
Zhang Yun was laughing so hard he was breathless: "Shen Qingzhu! How did you manage to survive for over a year?!"
Shen Qingzhu calmly said, "Anyway, as long as you say 'Kurus,' they will handle it themselves."
Everyone: "..."
(This actually works?!)
(The ultimate secret of the underworld godfather—just 'kill' and that's it?!)
...
Lin Qiye rubbed his temples and turned to look at everyone: "What do we do now?"
Zhang Yun stroked his chin with a mischievous grin: "How about... we let Shen continue being his underworld godfather? He's quite comfortable using 'Krus' anyway~"
Jialan chuckled: "And then rule the main board every day with your murderous aura?"
Haruki Amamiya elegantly adjusted his cuffs: "At least it's more convenient than us managing it ourselves."
Shen Qingzhu: "..." (Killer look in her eyes +1)
Lin Qiye sighed: "Anyway, Shen Qingzhu, you should learn Japanese first."
Shen Qingzhu frowned: "Troublesome."
“It’s fine if you don’t want to learn,” Zhang Yun suddenly pulled out his phone, “Then I’ll just have to send the recording from earlier to all the members of the Night Watch… You know I’m capable of that.”
Shen Qingzhu immediately stood up: "I'll learn."
five minutes later.
Outside.
Ken Asakura and his underlings were pacing anxiously back and forth.
Before he could finish speaking, the door to the reception room suddenly opened.
Lin Qiye and the others walked out with normal expressions, their clothes so neat that there wasn't a single wrinkle.
Ken Asakura's eyes widened: "W-That's it?!"
"Why are they out so quickly?" The underling asked worriedly. "Could it be that the team leader isn't satisfied...?"
Zhang Yun patted his shoulder with a serious expression: "Young man, some things... cannot be judged solely by their duration."
Jialan suppressed a laugh and added, "We need to focus on...efficiency."
Haruki Amamiya nodded gracefully: "Quality is more important."
Lin Qiye: "..." (Veins throbbing on his forehead)
Ken Asakura suddenly realized what was happening, turned to his underlings with respect, and said, "Did you hear that! Our leader is...this is..."
Suddenly, Brother B had a flash of inspiration: "Blitzkrieg!"
"That's right!" Ken Asakura slapped his thigh excitedly. "Our leader completed the group activity with lightning speed! As expected of our leader!"
Shen Qingzhu, hiding behind the door: "..." (The Japanese textbook in her hand was crumpled into pieces.)
At the corner of the corridor.
Zhang Yun finally couldn't hold back his laughter and exclaimed, "Hahaha, did you guys see Shen Qingzhu's expression just now?!"
Garan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "The 'Standard Japanese' textbook in his hand is almost crushed to pieces!"
Lin Qiye sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "You guys should stop now... Wait, Zhang Yun, what are you holding in your hand?"
Zhang Yun mysteriously waved his phone: "Of course it's the recording of Asakura Ken talking about 'group sex' just now~"
Haruki Amamiya raised an eyebrow slightly: "You wouldn't...?"
"Of course, we'll upload it along with a video to the night watch group later~" Zhang Yun revealed a devilish smile, "The title will be 'An Investigation Report on Shen Qingzhu's Nightlife in Japan~'"
Lin Qiye: “…”
...
Black Sycamore Club - Lobby.
Yurina curled up on the sofa like a frightened little rabbit, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.
The third cup of hot cocoa that Uncle Kyosuke handed her had gone cold, but she didn't drink a drop.
"It's been three hours..." she stared at the wall clock, her voice trembling, "Why haven't Brother Qiye and the others come back yet..."
Xiao Jin squatted down beside them, frantically handing them tissues: "Don't, don't cry! Maybe they're having a good time with the Black Killers..."
"Sharing drinks and laughter?" Yurina suddenly looked up, her eyes red-rimmed.
"Have you ever seen a gangster invite a gigolo over for drinks and entertainment?!" she suddenly jumped up. "I'm going to save them!"
Uncle Kyosuke quickly grabbed the back of her collar: "Calm down! They're grown men, why would they be afraid of these things? Don't worry unnecessarily!"
"I want to go too!" Yurina pounced in the air like a cat with its fur standing on end. "I can bite them! Scratch them! With my high heels..."
Just then, the door was kicked open with a bang.
"We're back~" Zhang Yun hummed a little tune and was the first to stroll in, his tie hanging crookedly around his neck.
Next up was Haruki Amamiya, still as elegant as ever, not a single strand of her hair was out of place.
Galan skipped along behind, carrying a specially made sake bottle from the Black Killers.
Finally...
"Seven Nights, brother!!!" Yurina broke free from Kyosuke and pounced into Lin Qiye's arms, tears and snot smeared all over his expensive suit. "I thought you guys had sunk in Tokyo Bay, waaaaah..."
Lin Qiye stiffly held up his hands: "..." (His mysophobia kicked in, but he dared not move)
Zhang Yun grinned mischievously and pulled out his phone: "Click!" (Perfectly capturing Lin Qiye's utterly dejected expression)
VIP private rooms
Afterwards, they 'comforted' the scene.
Yurina clung tightly to Lin Qiye's arm, refusing to let go: "Did they bully you? Did they force you to drink? Did they...?"
"No, no~" Jialan spun around and flopped onto the sofa. "We're the ones bullying them~"
Haruki Amamiya took an elegant sip of tea: "To be precise, it was Shen Qingzhu who was bullied by us on one hand."
Lin Qiye tried to pull his arm away but failed: "..." (Starts to consider whether to use brute force)
Zhang Yun suddenly leaned close to Yurina and whispered mysteriously, "Want to know how valiant your brother Qiye was tonight?"
Yurina immediately perked up her ears.
“Him…” Zhang Yun deliberately dragged out the word, “in front of dozens of gangsters…”
Lin Qiye glared at him warningly.
"...drank three large bottles of sake!"
"Huh?" Yurina was stunned.
Jialan added, "He was even forced to go on a blind date with a mafia boss's daughter!"
Haruki Amamiya added insult to injury: "The other party offered a dowry of one billion yen."
Lin Qiye: "..." (These scumbags)
Yurina's face flushed red at a visible speed: "Brother Nanaya, are you... are you going to marry into the yakuza?!"
"Pfft—" Uncle Kyosuke spat out his treasured whiskey.
Lin Qiye finally lost his temper and gave Zhang Yun a sharp rap on the head: "Don't listen to their nonsense!"
"The truth is..." Yurina looked up with tears in her eyes.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, then suddenly became speechless—he couldn't very well say, "We went to find your brother's teammates, only to discover that he had become a mafia godfather and was hiring us as gigolos," could he?
Zhang Yun seized the opportunity to interject: "The truth is your brother Qi Ye..."
"Lost her virginity..."
The moment Zhang Yun uttered the words "lost his virginity," the air in the entire private room froze.
Lin Qiye's eyes instantly turned dangerous, and his knuckles cracked.
Jialan silently reached for the short sword at his waist, a benevolent smile playing on his lips: "Zhang Yun... what did you just say? I didn't hear you..."
Haruki Amamiya gracefully set down his teacup, but waves of wild laughter had already begun to surge from the bottom of the cup, and were about to erupt uncontrollably.
Yurina's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling: "Lost...lost my virginity...?"
(Oh no, oh no, oh no...) Zhang Yun's survival instinct exploded instantly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Cough cough!" He coughed twice suddenly, quickly took out a cigarette and lit it. "I mean... Poetry Body! Yes! Your brother Qiye will compose an impromptu poem tonight, which will stun the entire audience!"
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes: "Oh? What poem?"
Zhang Yun took a deep drag of his cigarette, and under the death stares of everyone, he quickly came up with a clever remark: "The bright moonlight shines before my bed, the underworld is all dead..."
"Snap!" Garan's dagger was already embedded in the sofa between Zhang Yun's legs.
Zhang Yun: "!!!" (A chill ran down his spine)
"Keep making this up." Lin Qiye smiled gently, but his eyes were already locked on Zhang Yun's throat.
Zhang Yun swallowed hard, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Actually, it's like this! The young lady of the Black Kill Group took a liking to Qi Ye and insisted that he perform a talent on the spot! So Qi Ye... so..."
"What?" Yurina asked nervously.
"He even performed catching a blade bare-handed!" Zhang Yun slapped his thigh. "He caught Shen Qingzhu's knife! The scene was... wow..."
Jialan raised an eyebrow: "So 'losing one's virginity' means..."
"Losing one's figure amidst the flashing swords! In short, losing one's virginity!" Zhang Yun said righteously, wiping away cold sweat.
Lin Qiye: "..." (This guy's survival instinct is definitely maxed out)
Haruki Amamiya suddenly chuckled: "Mr. Zhang's proficiency in Chinese... is truly admirable."
Zhang Yun chuckled dryly, took a deep drag of his cigarette to calm himself, but choked and coughed, "Cough cough... You flatter me..."
Late at night - Black Phoenix Rooftop.
The bright moonlight shone on the rooftop, casting long, slender shadows of the two people.
Lin Qiye leaned against the rusty iron railing, the night wind carrying the salty and damp scent of Osaka Bay, making the stray hairs on his forehead look messy.
His long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the railing, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.
As always, Haruki Amamiya was elegant. He sat on the only rattan chair on the rooftop, the bone china teacup in his hands gleaming warmly in the moonlight.
The aroma of tea mingled with the night breeze, creating a tranquil aura around him.
"Around Osaka..." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his voice deep and clear, "Are there any military bases?"
Haruki Amamiya paused slightly in his teacup, a delicate ripple spreading across the surface of the tea. He raised his amber eyes, a hint of inquiry flashing in them: "A military base?"
"Hmm." Lin Qiye turned around, the moonlight casting varying shades of shadow on his sharply defined profile. A harmless smile played on his lips, but a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "It's the kind of place... where a lot of 'idle' weapons are stored."
Haruki Amamiya took a thoughtful sip of tea, the steam rising in front of him. When he put down the teacup, the bottom of the cup made a crisp 'tinkling' sound against the glass coffee table.