Hattori Fujito waved his hand without looking back and walked straight out of the door.

Outside the gate, there were more than a dozen black scarves covering their faces and carrying the Taidao standing with their hands behind their backs. Their bodies were straight and their eyes exposed outside were shining.

The two female ninjas named Sakura and Rin stood in front. Although they could not see their appearance clearly, their hot figure and indifferent temperament made them stand out.

Seeing Hattori Izuki and Lin Chong come out, these ninjas raised their chests and saluted them with gaze.

In a silent atmosphere, there seemed to be some invisible undercurrent.

Hattori Fujitsu had no expression on his face and said nothing. He took Lin Chong through the ninjas and boarded a Rolls-Royce Phantom that had been prepared for a long time.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the low roar of motivation, more than ten seconds later, seven or eight high-end cars drove away from the Hattori home base camp and rushed towards the distance.

Tokyo, Arakawa.

Arakawa District is the smallest-popular area in Tokyo, and it is also the chaotic area with the worst public security. Gangsters are vendetta-killing. Every morning, a few cold bodies lie on the streets.

More than half of the residents living here have gang backgrounds, drug trafficking, smuggling, arms, gambling, red light districts and other underground industries are extremely popular.

Unlawful people from other regions and countries flocked in, causing Arakawa District to form a deformed prosperity, creating massive wealth, and allowing major families and forces to make a fortune.

Due to this abnormal prosperity, Arakawa District has become the center of the underground world of Tokyo and is also a must-fight place for major gang forces.

With the intervention of those families and forces, even the Fusang government had to turn a blind eye. Unless it was too much, endangering the peace and stability in other regions, it would generally not interfere.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the sun shone brightly, and it was another beautiful and sunny day.

Usually at this time, Arakawa District has become lively, but for some reason today, it is rarely a bit deserted, and there are not many people on the streets.

Even if someone passes by occasionally, he will be in a hurry, his expression is flustered, and he will briskly walk with his neck and strode quickly, as if something is about to happen.

In fact, something big is going to happen.

The original triennial Dongdu Leading Conference was held in advance, and the day it was held is today.

In order to compete for power and profit, the major forces in Tokyo will gather in Arakawa District to have a vigorous battle. Going out to stroll at this time is simply seeking death.

In the center of Arakawa District, there is a Tang-style building with elegant colors and gorgeous shapes that are incompatible with the messy surrounding environment.

However, even the boldest evildoers dare not graffiti on the walls of this Tang-style building, because no one dares to do that can see the sun the next day.

This Tang-style building is called "Tianshou Pavilion". Because it is located in Arakawa District, it is also called "Arakawa Tenshou Pavilion". It is a symbol of the underground world of Tokyo and even the entire Fusang Kingdom.

Arakawa Tensou Pavilion was built by the joint funding of the wealthy families such as Beichen Yidao Liu, Shinto Wunian Liu, Ninja organizations such as Iga Liu, Koga Liu, and the Yagyu family, the Homoki family, and the Fengmo family.

From the moment Arakawa Tensou Pavilion was completed, its mission was only one: to resolve disputes between major forces in a relatively "civilized" way, limit conflicts to a certain range, so that it will not be out of control.

The Dongdu Longtou Club was born because of this.

A convoy of seven or eight luxury cars rushed from a distance and stopped in the square in front of Arakawa Tensou Pavilion.

The car door opened, and a group of tall black-clothed swordsmen walked out of it. Although they were old and young, they all had agile steps, sharp eyes, and a faint smell of blood on their bodies. It was obvious that after actual combat,

Ordinary miscellaneous fish cannot be compared.

They automatically dispersed, formed a circle, stood on the knife, and glanced around with a vigilant look.

After all the black-clothed swordsmen got out, the car in the middle quietly started. Fujido Masato, Sato Takaichi, Kobayashi Kiyoshi, and Takeda Hideta walked out one after another.

In a building near the square, many people hid behind the windows and secretly observed the movement here.

When Fujido Masato appeared, they immediately whispered and started to whisper.

"Look, that is the Shinto Wunianliu Master, the Sword Saint Tengdou Masato!"

"I didn't expect that this time it was Lord Fujido who led the team himself. Where did Lord Saito go?"

"Do you know it really or not? Saito Yujuro is dead..."

"Ah? Lord Saito was dead? When did it happen?"

"Just the night before yesterday, Yamada, have you been sleeping on a woman's belly these two days and haven't gotten up? You don't even know such a big thing!"

"...Sorry, I really don't know, Aso-kun, can you tell me in detail?"

Shortly after Shinto Wunianliu arrived at Arakawa Tensou Pavilion, another convoy appeared in everyone's sight. At the front was an extended version of Bentley with a market value of tens of millions, demonstrating the owner's wealth and strength.

Seeing the convoy, Fujido Masato frowned slightly.

"Master teacher, it's Takeda family." Sato Takaichi whispered.

Fujido Masato's face calmed down: "The Takeda family and I, Shinto Wumianliu, have no grudges, don't pay attention to it."

"clear."

Sato Takaichi nodded respectfully and stepped aside.

While the two were talking, the convoy slowly stopped and seven or eight meters away from Shinto Wunianliu, a group of strong men in black suits and sunglasses on their faces walked out.

The weapons of this group of strong men are diverse, including cold weapons such as Taidao and short sticks, as well as hot weapons such as pistols and submachine guns, which are in sharp contrast to Shinto Wumingliu.

They seemed to be quite afraid of Shinto Wunianliu and did not provoke rashly. A fat middle-aged man with a big belly and a fat head walked out of the crowd and waved his hand to greet Fujido Masato from afar: "Master Fujido, we're meeting again."

"So it's Kotaro, are you planning to get into this matter?" Fujido Masato asked lightly.

Takeda Kotaro lowered his eyebrows and said with pleasure: "Please rest assured, Lord Fujido, the Takeda family knows how much they are, and they will never dare to go against Shinto Wunianliu."

“That’s best.”

Fujido Masado nodded slightly, his voice full of strong confidence: "Although Saito Yujuro is dead, I, Fujido Masado, are still alive. As long as I am here, Shinto Wumingliu will not lose!"

"You are right. As long as you are here, the status of Shinto Wumingliu will be as stable as a rock and indestructible."
Chapter completed!