The situation became more and more anxious. There was a commotion in the Buddhist hall, and various sounds seemed to be about to lift the roof off.

Kawashima Miki moved to the corner and knelt on the floor, her bright eyes always chasing the figure of Fujiwara Izaya. On the slender neck exposed in the black mourning clothes, there was Zhang who was as beautiful as a peerless enchantress who could conquer the country.

face, .

A white light flashed in the air and made a loud noise.

Just two meters in front of her, a bald man holding a samurai sword struck Fujiwara Izaya from behind.

In the slightly trembling atmosphere, there was the sound of raindrops. Kawashima Miki looked at the back, clenched her fists, and leaned forward slightly, like a female leopard preparing to prey.

She had no intention of helping Fujiwara Izaya.

Such a gesture is nothing more than self-protection.

On one side of the corner, Kasahara Fuka-Eri has crouched down, ready to attack at any time.

Unlike Kawashima Miki, although she suspects Fujiwara Izaya, as a law enforcement officer, she must maintain procedural justice. In other words, even if Fujiwara Izaya has a problem, it should be left to her Section 9 to investigate, and he cannot be allowed to

Just die here.

But in the next second.

The two women's expressions relaxed and they sat back again.

As if there were a pair of eyes behind his back, he heard a loud bang. Fujiwara Izaya picked up a chair, swung it back without looking back, and hit the man behind him hard on his bare head.

In an instant, the bald and strong body flew backwards.

Then, he kicked away the people in front of him and walked towards the Tsuchiya and the horse who were protected in the middle.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

A steady voice sounded in the Buddhist hall, and the bald man who was blocking Tsuchiya Kazuma walked over directly: "Hey, you..." After saying that, he reached out and pushed Fujiwara Izaya on the shoulder.

He has practiced and is very confident in himself.

Feeling that this guy was blocking his target, Fujiwara Izaya slapped him in the face.

The moment the palms came into contact, the bald man's body turned half a circle and fell to the ground, covering his disabled arm and wailing.

"Tsuchiya Kazuma!"

There was another shouting of names, and the sound of blades piercing the air could be heard from both sides. Fujiwara Izaya seemed unaware. As he walked forward, he announced, "I'm here to beat you, the new boss, today!"

Indifferent and calm words appeared from the young man's face.

Except for Kawashima Miki, who could more or less expect it, the rest of the people were in an uproar, and then it immediately turned into deathly silence. Even Kasahara Fuka-Eri and Tsuchiya Kazuma himself did not expect that he would directly mention killing people.

thing.

Tsuchiya and Ma were confused anyway.

Be reasonable.

I just came to Tokyo.

Why are you so unlucky?

I didn’t offend this little brat, so why did he scream and kill him as soon as he came up?

Even if someone demolishes your shrine, it is not my order!

Or are all Tokyo locals so rude?

Can't we talk?

etc!

Danger!

Tsuchiya Kazuma turned sideways to avoid the chair thrown by Fujiwara Izaya.

"Come on, get them all! And, my sword, bring my sword!" He turned around and urged loudly, staring at Fujiwara Izaya with extremely unkind eyes, with undisguised murderous intent——

After being forced to do this, he was ready to kill Fujiwara Izaya directly, and then find a younger brother to take the blame.

"Come on!"

"This is our territory!"

"What did he hit with!"

"Hundreds of brothers could crush him to death!"

The roar rose and fell.

That's how it is with the Yakuza. When fighting, you must cheer and cheer.

Whether you can win or not is one thing. You must control your momentum well, and you must not weaken your opponent.

"Kisama!" A bald man closest to Fujiwara Izaya jumped out, and the sharp sound of a samurai sword being unsheathed was heard. The light of the sword was as fast as lightning, and it struck directly at the boy's head.

From leaping to drawing the sword in the air, to lifting up and down, the quick and smooth movements are enough to show this person's rigorous and solid kendo training. Put it in the kendo hall outside, and he would be given the title of master.

Easily.

It's a pity that his opponent is not human.

Before the blade could strike down, Fujiwara Izaya twisted around and jumped up, directly kicking him in the lower abdomen. The blade cut through the air, and he flew backwards, colliding with several companions into a pile, like bowling.

A large piece fell down.

But a large group fell, and an even larger group surrounded them with swords drawn, and the sharp trembling of the blades resounded throughout the Buddhist hall.

After all, this is their territory, with a large number of people, and they are full of enthusiasm. Everyone shouted slogans, bared their teeth and claws, and lined up aggressively to kill them.

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Thunder roared and heavy rain fell.

The sky seemed a little dark, the streets were white, and the sound of police sirens came from the distant rain curtain. The sound became clearer and clearer. After a while, police cars from the Taitung Police Department arrived one after another, and they rushed out of the car despite the rain.

The police rushed to the door in unison.

Then, they all stopped twenty meters away from the gate, all holding their guns and looking nervous and uneasy.

There are monsters in the heavy rain.

Wearing a white hunting coat and a samurai sword hanging from his waist, the Tengu has his head slightly raised at a 45° angle and stands under the eaves with his hands behind his hands.

After maintaining this posture for about three to five minutes, a police officer holding a big black umbrella walked out of a police car. He could be regarded as a young leader who had just entered the middle level.

"..." The police officer's palms were sweating, and he spoke carefully and cautiously: "We are performing official duties now, please get out of the way."

The Dark Crows didn't even bother to talk to this guy.

He kept looking up at the sky in a literary and artistic manner, his eyes a little blank and a little sad. While he was thinking in his mind that his appearance at this time had the charm of the young master, he was thinking about how to persuade the young master to send troops to Yingyan Mountain.

The strong wind blew the rain, and the leaves trembled slightly.

The police department looked at the situation and realized that the current situation was not something he could handle. He quickly called Section 9 and Yin-Yang House, and then wisely hid in the car to take shelter from the rain.

This delay lasted for nearly fifteen minutes.

Three explosion-proof SWAT vehicles rushed out of the rain and stopped with a loud screech of brakes. Three teams of Section 9 agents with loaded weapons emerged from the vehicles with a chilling air, their guns aimed at the door.

Behind, a black Alfa arrived belatedly.

The chief priest of Yoshihara Shrine got out of the car with his four priests and looked at the door with stern eyes.

A general-level Tengu, if handled carelessly, will cause a huge turmoil. The ordinary policemen present, the detectives from Section 9, and the clergy of Yoshiwara Shrine are all nervous and serious at this moment.

.

However……

That day the dog suddenly yawned.

Then, with a sleepy expression, he greeted everyone with an easy-going smile: "Oh, why are there so many people here? I'm really sorry for disturbing you. I just forgot to bring an umbrella when I went out today.

Let’s take shelter from the rain. Let’s go now, bye~~”

After saying that, the Tengu turned into a crow and flew up with its wings.

Everyone was left confused and dazed in the rain.

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Inside the Buddhist hall.

A bald head jumped down high.

Fujiwara Izaya punched him in the abdomen, blocking his momentum in the air. After he landed, he threw him violently over the shoulder with his backhand.

There was a "pop".

The bald head hit the window sill, cracking the entire window. After falling out of the house, he fell down in the courtyard and rolled several times before stopping.

Between the lightning and flint, a cold light flashed out of the corner of Fujiwara Izaya's eye.

This knife came very cunningly, as if it was a sudden attack that had been planned for a long time. However, Fujiwara Izaya directly raised his hand and used his arm to forcefully hold the blade.

"Qiang~"
To be continued...