boyutpedia Chapter 387 Group Leader (Page 12)
Chapter 387 Group Leader (Page 12)
the other side.
Black Killing Group Headquarters.
Inside a solemn black Japanese-style building, the air was filled with a faint scent of incense mixed with the smell of blood.
Shen Qingzhu leaned lazily against the carved ebony chair, her long legs casually crossed. The faint muscle lines visible beneath her black trench coat made the female ninjas kneeling on either side steal glances.
His cold, stern face was as sharp as if carved by a knife, and the cigarette dangling from his mouth flickered, leaving a scarlet trail in the dimly lit room.
"Chief!" Ken Asakura knelt on the ground in a dogeza posture, his forehead pressed against the tatami mat. "Regarding the Kanto Kankawa family..."
Shen Qingzhu remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was frantically thinking:
(What is this thing babbling about?)
(Why did you kneel down again?)
(By the way, these tatami mats need to be replaced; kneeling on them is making my knees hurt...)
Memories from over a year ago suddenly resurfaced—
He had just arrived in this godforsaken place and was starving.
Suddenly he saw eight tattooed men surrounding two men in suits (actually gang leaders ambushed by hostile forces), and then he was in trouble after just one glance.
She was being targeted by eight men.
“Eight!” he simply counted the number of men and said.
Unexpectedly, eight burly men pounced on them.
Then...
There's no after that.
When he came to his senses, the two men in suits were already hugging his legs with tears streaming down their faces, calling him "Big Brother".
He was inexplicably brought to a place called "Black Kill Group", and inexplicably promoted to a minor leader because of his "fierce eyes".
Then came constant gang warfare.
He was assigned to fight and kill, so he went.
With outstanding strength.
He gradually expanded the Black Kill Group's territory throughout Japan.
He also gained the approval of the second-generation leader of the Black Kill Group.
With the death of the second generation some time ago, he was completely dumbfounded and became the leader of the third generation Black Killing Group.
He also studied Japanese during this period, but he misplaced his talent.
Not a good brain.
I only learned three sentences:
"Eight of them!" (Damn it!)
"Kurus!" (Kill!)
"Yoshi!" (Okay!)
He continued listening to the garbled text.
"...The Kankawa family dared to insult our group's reputation!" Asakura Ken's voice trembled with emotion. "They..."
Shen Qingzhu:
(But look how angry this little brother is, his face is all red...)
(This must be a very serious matter?)
He narrowed his eyes slightly, a gesture that immediately silenced the entire council chamber. All the cadres held their breath, awaiting the group leader's decision.
Shen Qingzhu slowly exhaled a smoke ring, using the second Japanese phrase he had learned:
"Kurus!" (Kill!)
"Hai!!!" All the cadres jumped up instantly, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"The team leader is wise!"
"Let the Han Chuan family be drenched in blood!"
"Empty their vaults!"
Asakura Ken's eyes welled up with tears: "As expected of Team Leader Shen! I've wanted to completely eradicate the Hanchuan family for a long time! I'll go and mobilize all our forces right now!"
Shen Qingzhu: (Wait... something seems off?)
(Did they misunderstand something?)
But seeing the fervent expressions on his underlings' faces, he could only nod coolly: "...Yoshi."
The council chamber erupted in cheers!
"The team leader said 'Okay!'"
"This means they're going to start a full-scale war!"
"Quickly prepare the armored vehicles!"
Meanwhile, inside the Black Killer Group's compound, the underlings were already taking selfies with rocket launchers in hand.
"Brothers! The team leader said we're going to pull off a big heist!"
"The Hanchuan family is finished!"
"Follow the team leader, and you'll get nine meals in three days!"
Looking out the window at the bustling scene of preparations for the upcoming battle, Shen Qingzhu silently stubbed out her cigarette.
(never mind...)
(Anyway, the Hanchuan family doesn't sound like anything good...)
(Consider it a service to the people...)
...
Black Phoenix Club - VIP Room.
In the dim light, the crystal wine glass refracted a hazy glow.
Lin Qiye stood in the center of the private room with his hands in his pockets and an expressionless face. Beside him were Jialan, who looked curious, and Zhang Yun, who was dressed in black and had a playful smile on his lips.
He turned slightly to the side and introduced them to the two of them:
"This is Haruki Amamiya."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, slender man emerged from the shadows. He wore a finely tailored dark blue suit, the collar slightly open, revealing a faint silver knife mark on his collarbone.
Her black hair was slightly wavy, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead, making her amber eyes appear even deeper.
—It is none other than Haruki Amamiya, the rising star of the host club at the Kurogiri Club in Dotonbori, Osaka, and the wielder of the calamity sword "Rain Collapse".
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, narrowed his eyes, secretly amused.
(So this is another rising star in the host club world, just like Shichiya...)
He recalled the information about Haruki Amamiya:
—Osaka's most sought-after male host, and the wielder of the cursed sword "Rambeng".
—He once fought against the oracle alone, sacrificing his lifespan to gain the "Rain God" status.
On the surface, she appears elegant and composed, but in reality, she's a madwoman who would risk her life to protect someone important to her.
(This person... is quite an interesting character!)
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, smiled even more broadly, casually picked up the whiskey on the table, and raised his glass to Amamiya Haruki:
"Here, have a drink!"
Haruki Amamiya: "...?"
(Wait, who is this person?)
(Why did you make me drink as soon as we met?)
(And the way he's laughing is so weird...)
He subconsciously looked at Lin Qiye, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion.
Lin Qiye remained expressionless, but a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes:
(As expected, this was Zhang Yun in black doing his usual thing...)
Garan covered his mouth and chuckled to himself, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"Pfft... Zhang Yun, don't scare him."
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, raised an eyebrow and swirled his wine glass:
"What? You're not giving me face?"
Haruki Amamiya was silent for two seconds, then chuckled softly and reached out to take the wine glass:
"Since you are a new friend, I shall accept your offer."
--Ding!
The clinking of glasses echoed through the private room.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, downed his drink in one gulp, then narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully:
"Mr. Amamiya, I heard your 'Rain God' status is amazing..."
Haruki Amamiya paused, his gaze slightly narrowing:
(Does he know my abilities?)
Lin Qiye spoke at the opportune moment, his tone calm:
"He's one of us."
Upon hearing this, Haruki Amamiya's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, but the wariness in his eyes remained.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, grinned.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just curious—better to you and Qiye, who's more popular in the host club world?"
Garan: "Pfft—!"
Lin Qiye: “…”
Haruki Amamiya: "...?"
(Isn't this topic a bit of a jump?)
The atmosphere inside the private room suddenly became subtle.
Haruki Amamiya gracefully set down his glass, the crystal base clinking softly against the marble tabletop. He frowned slightly, steer the conversation back on track:
"By the way, what about Han Chuan Si? When should we kill him?"
Lin Qiye frowned in thought, his slender fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the coffee table: "First, we need to find him..."
"This place is so big..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly leaped up from the sofa. His black trench coat drew a stylish arc in the air. He braced himself on the coffee table with one hand and pointed exaggeratedly at himself with the other:
"Seven Nights, have you forgotten me?"
A roguish smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and his black sunglasses slid down to the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of eyes that gleamed with golden light.
"For me, finding someone is a piece of cake. Otherwise, how would I have found you???"
Lin Qiye: “…”
(That bastard...)
The memory flashed back to before—
He had just established himself at the Black Phoenix Club when, one day while he was entertaining guests in the VIP room, Zhang Yun suddenly burst in through the window, holding a banner that read "Warmly Celebrate My Dear Friend's foray into the business world..."
And they would do it every now and then, carrying a camera in their hands.
Hey!
Tired, destroy it!
Haruki Amamiya keenly noticed the throbbing veins on Lin Qiye's temples and gave an elegant, light cough: "What is Mr. Zhang Yun's ability?"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, smugly pushed up his sunglasses and was about to speak when Jialan, suppressing a laugh, preemptively answered:
"His ability - Insight: His eyes have a divine light like a sharp sword, he can see the heavens above and the netherworld below, he can see things thousands of miles away, and he can also observe fortune, see through illusions, and understand the world."
“That’s right!” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, snapped his fingers nonchalantly. “As long as Han Chuan Si is still in this city, he won’t escape me…”
"That's right! How could I forget about you!!!" Lin Qiye suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, stumbled in fright: "Hey, hey, this sudden enthusiasm is scary, okay?"
Lin Qiye quickly walked to the window and swiftly pulled back the curtains.
The city lights shone brightly in the night. He turned to look at Zhang Yun in black, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.
"Now, let's invite our dear 'clairvoyant' gentleman..."
"Wait!" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly took two steps back, alert. "You don't expect me to start looking right now, do you? I haven't had my midnight snack yet..."
"Uncle Kyosuke has just developed a new 'Calamity Drink'," Lin Qiye said with a smile.
"make a deal!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, instantly perked up.
He ripped off his sunglasses, and his golden pupils suddenly contracted, with countless tiny runes flowing across his irises.
"Seeing through the wall—open!"
hum-
A pale golden light screen unfolded before him, with countless images rapidly rotating like a carousel.
Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had his pupils dilate and contract repeatedly, then suddenly fixed on a certain spot:
"Found him! The top floor of the Hanchuan Building! This guy is... wait, he's soaking in a hot spring?!"
Haruki Amamiya raised an eyebrow elegantly: "Taking your subordinates to a hot spring?"
“No,” Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly said with a strange expression, “he’s alone… still scattering rose petals into the water…”
An eerie silence fell over the private room.
Lin Qiye silently rubbed his forehead: "...Let's formulate a battle plan first."
"I'm going to record this scene and sell it to gossip magazines." Zhang Yun, dressed in black, had already taken out his phone and started recording.
Garan leaned closer to the light screen curiously: "Speaking of that tattoo on his chest..."
"Don't look!" The three men simultaneously reached out to cover her eyes.
Haruki Amamiya coughed lightly, subtly changing the subject: "According to intelligence, Tsukasa Kagawa's ability is..."
"Wait!" Zhang Yun, dressed in black, suddenly exclaimed, "It hurts!!!"
"Are you okay?"