The present world is night time.

The gate through the world opened silently on the rooftop of the tall building, and two hell butterflies flew out with their wings.

Kuroki walked out of the door, and the cool night breeze blew fiercely, with messy black hair. He stepped to the edge of the rooftop and looked at Tokyo at three in the morning.

Most areas are trapped in the embrace of darkness, and a few places still emit colorful light, and it seems that they will never fall into darkness.

Between the tall buildings are roads, viaducts, and tram tracks.

After experiencing the last incident, Kuroki thought it would be a little more depressed, but now it seems that it has become more prosperous.

Rukia walked over from behind and was also staying inside a skeleton with a long gown and a short skirt, which looked very cute. "Where should we find it first?"

Kuroki glanced at it and said, "Tokyo is so big, how did Shiba Haiyan plan to find a fighting alliance before?"

Rukia scratched her head and said, "Master Haiyan didn't tell me the method, she only said that the Fighting Alliance is hidden in Tokyo."

"Then use my method to find it," Kuroki could guess that Shiba Haiyan's kind-hearted person had not taught Rukia, the ignorant novices.

It means that he is probably shameful in the way he uses.

Or in the Central Forty-sixth Room, it is an incident of collusion with enemies.

Rukia knew nothing about this and asked, "What are you going to find?"

"Keep confidential first."

Heimu kept it a secret, but he hadn't thought about what to do.

"Okay." Rukia didn't ask, suppressing her curiosity and let him leave the building.

At three in the morning, there are naturally not many people in Tokyo's streets, and they are as quiet as ghosts.

Heimu wandered around without purpose.

Rukia has been thinking about what the deep meaning of his going to these places.

She doesn't know the present world, and she is willing to understand it if she needs it now.

They walked until the sky gradually became brighter, and the two of them buried their souls. The blue replaced the night. Before the sun could emerge, the people in Tokyo gradually woke up.

The uninhabited streets are gradually filled.

Suddenly, there were crowds of people.

Cars are driving on the road, and the traffic lights are on and off.

Rukia was so quarrel that she felt ache, afraid that the crowd would be dispersed, so she quickly grabbed the corner of Kuroki's clothes.

He noticed it, looked down, turned around and smiled, "I won't refuse even if I hold hands."

"Roar, long-winded." Rukia retorted with a blushing face, her hands tightening the corner of her clothes.

This is the first time she has experienced this situation.

So there are so many people?

There is no such scene in Liuhun Street, let alone the Lingting Court.

She looked around quietly, trying to adapt to it.

Heimu was not affected by this crowd. He walked forward for a while and saw a newsstand. Some people bought newspapers and stood there to read and exchange views with each other.

He came over with interest, chatted for half an hour, asked what he wanted to know before leaving there and set off again.

Rukia was confused and couldn't help but say, "Is it useful for you to ask them?"

"You can find a way to find someone after understanding the situation in this world."

Heimu replied casually, turned right at the intersection ahead, and went to the left at the second fork.

He followed the information provided by the man and found a firm.

The nearest underworld community is Mitsui Firm.

"Rukia, please stay here at the stairs and don't let others come up."

She understood in a second and immediately said: "Senior Kuroki, you are violating the regulations. You are not allowed to have too much contact with humans or harm humans during this period."

"Now is a special period. Tokyo is so big, we need to rely on the power of humanity."

Heimu replied and walked up the stairs.

Rukia hesitated for a while, but still couldn't stop him and stood at the entrance of the stairs.

When he walked to the door, Heimu reached out and opened the door handle. When he pushed the door, smoke was shrouded in smoke. A group of shirtless men were chatting and laughing.

As soon as they saw strangers open the door, they stopped chatting and looked at the door with fierce eyes.

The eldest brother with dragon and tiger tattoos did not move, and the leader with a higher level did not speak.

The little brother at the bottom came over and said, "Who are you?"

Black Wood disappeared in an instant.

"Wow," the little brother fell to the ground in fear, "Ghost!"

The sitting leaders were holding cigarettes in their mouths and looked dumb.

The eldest brother of the club was holding a cigar in his mouth, and sweat gradually emerged from his forehead. He looked at the boy in front of him, with a white face of sixteen or seventeen years old, and a white trousers.

He understood that when he encountered a tough stubborn man, he took the cigar in his mouth and said, "You all quit."

"Brother?!" These people discovered why the kid ran to the front of the big brother's desk?

"Everything is back, he's asking me for something."

The eldest brother roared.

"Hi." These people answered respectfully, and they quit one after another, thinking that they are worthy of being the eldest brother.

Once the door was closed, the eldest brother had no psychological burden anymore and was directly overwhelmed, "Please spare my life."

With the end of the Tokyo Olympics in 1964, various religions, qigong masters, and superpowers appeared, and even official TV stations played those programs.

Only when most people are deceived into losing both their wealth will the country change its strategy and begin to promote the world that there are no gods and ghosts and superpowers. Please don’t believe the rumors.

Of course, some people still believe it.

The club elder brother is one of them. He saw with his own eyes that someone tear the steel plate with his hands. What is that not Qigong?

Seeing that he was so awesome, Kuroki nodded with satisfaction and said, "I like to talk to smart people. Do you know what a fighting alliance is?"

"Fighting Alliance? Is it a violent group? I haven't heard of it."

Kuroki squatted down and raised his chin with his hand, "I know, you only come to the door if you know the information about that."

"Brother, I really don't know. There are at least seven or eight hundred violent groups in Tokyo. I only know a few large societies that I can't afford to offend, and the nearby violent groups.

I really don’t know about some violent groups that are not large in scale and are far away.”

He answered anxiously.

Kuromu frowned slightly. Looking at the boy's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying, "Do you know what underground arena is in Tokyo?"

"Since the accident that happened in 1964, no one dared to handle the underground arena, at least I have never heard of any information about that."

"There's no way," Kuromu muttered, not continuing to ask him, and waved: "I'm disturbing."

"No, I'm waiting for you at any time." The club's elder brother broke out in cold sweat and his face was filled with smiles.

Kuroki left, and a group of people were crowded with the gate.

"Get out of the way." The smile on the elder brother's face quickly disappeared, and he issued an order in a very majestic voice.

Let me give way, my brothers.

Black Wood walked down.

Rukia followed his footsteps and asked, "Did you ask for any information?"

He shook his head and replied: "No, the Fighting Alliance should be a regular organization and has no affair with the underworld."

"What should I do?"

"Rukia, there are regular methods," Kuroki said this, looking up at the 30-story building in front of him, "I wanted to try it a long time ago, what it feels like to hold the boss of a large consortium hostage."
Chapter completed!