The day's class was over, and Lu Yu changed into a pair of jeans and a black cotton jacket. He liked black, just like a soldier obsessed with camouflage.
Lu Yu put his hands in his pockets and followed the bustling crowd out of the school gate. From the corner of his eye, he saw a group of fierce political teachers standing in front of the duty room. Most of these people were veterans. They varied in height, short, fat, and thin, but they
Everyone's eyes were bright and their whole body was full of energy.
Lu Yu didn't raise his head. As a killer, he didn't want to be remembered by others, even if he had decided to retire.
Along the way, Lu Yu was walking carelessly. Gouchen Bar was not far from here. If he walked at this speed, it would be about half an hour away. He didn't like taking public transportation, and he was used to walking more for exercise.
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Today I took Fatty and the others as my younger brothers, just on a whim. It's hard to say whether I should follow the gangster route. Now the killer line has almost been sealed. If anyone knows that Silver Fox is back, then, what's left?
The two forces will definitely muddy the waters, and the nearly three years of dormancy and waiting will be meaningless.
How long can Lu Yu use this identity, how to get close to Brother Tiger who is still in prison, and what does Fujitora's entrustment mean before his death. These are the three questions he most hopes to solve now. Since ancient times, the northern underworld has been divided into two branches.
One branch is a gangster, specializing in fighting and doing illegal business. The other is a killer, specializing in taking human lives, active in the quiet night. These two factions seem to be in harmony, but they have the same boss behind the scenes——
The God of Wealth. Who is the God of Wealth? No one knows. His name, age, gender, occupation, height and appearance are all a mystery. What is certain is that this man is the underworld leader of the six northern provinces. Three years ago, the seriously injured Fujitora came to his door.
He came, handed him half a broken book with his own hands, said only "find the God of Wealth" and left.
Why are you looking for him? Only God knows this question. He sighed and found half a handwritten copy of the Tao Te Ching filled with strange words. What does this thing mean? Boss, boss, you can't even tell me to live in peace before you die.
Gouchen Bar, which is scattered between the city center and the western suburbs, has an extremely prosperous business. There are all kinds of people here, including those who talk about business, those who talk about relationships, those who come to consume, and those who come to make money. Everyone has their own pursuits.
"Brother Yu, you're here~~~~" As soon as he entered the door, a beautiful waiter ran over. This man was about 16 years old, wearing a tube top and a small leather skirt, and he was very swaying every step of the way.
Sexy. She put her hand on Lu Yu's arm and said with a charming smile, "Let Sister Fang take a rest today. I will accompany you." She was wearing bright makeup and her eyes were bent into crescent moons.[
"You're still young." Lu Yu reached out and grabbed a handful of her buttocks, "Let me eat some vegetarian food." He said half-jokingly. Joking with a beautiful woman is always a pleasant thing for the body and mind.
"Tch~" She slapped Lu Yu on the shoulder and walked away angrily with her lips pouting.
"Hey, Sister Fang saw it and fired you!" The young bartender smiled at her, showing a row of neat teeth.
The girl didn't look back and raised her middle finger at him.
"Where's the boss?" Lu Yu casually picked up a prepared cocktail. This man was about the same age as himself, very cheerful and good at craftsmanship.
"It's upstairs." The bartender bared his teeth, "I haven't been down all day." He smiled mischievously.
"Brother Yu, you came a little early today." He put down the wine bottle that was still swinging around.
"Something's wrong." Lu Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled.
The young man nodded knowingly, with a look of wretchedness on his face.
"Bye-Bye."
Lu Yu didn't make any fuss with him, and went straight to the elevator. When the door opened, a middle-aged man walked out. This man was a bit bald, not tall, and had a big beer belly that protruded forward, so that he couldn't help but
Do not straighten your back to maintain balance.
This man is not very likable. He has a small nose and small eyes, and has a philistine look. Only a scar from his forehead to the corner of his eye gives him a bit of power. Behind him are two tough horse boys, both wearing shorts.
The sleeved vest revealed well-developed biceps. The two of them were very close in height and appearance, and their hair was made up to look like Nikaido Benimaru. They stood up high in bunches, one yellow and one red, for fear that others would not recognize them.
Sang Biao. The place to watch in this bar.
The man glanced at Lu Yu but didn't say anything. He shook his head with disdain on his face. He knew that this young man who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old was Fang Qing's mistress.
"Bah," he spat out. "What the hell! Let the good b's go to dogs"[
His curses were quickly drowned out in the bustling nightclub.
"Sang Biao seems to be very dissatisfied with me." Lu Yu looked at himself in the elevator mirror. Everyone in the bar knew that he had coveted Fangqing for a long time, so he let himself, a "fresh boy", take the lead.
I definitely feel unbalanced.
No, it's too early to deal with him now.
"Brother Yu." There were four sturdy security guards standing at the entrance of the elevator on the sixth floor. These were retired soldiers carefully selected by Fang Qing. They all looked capable. They saw Lu Yu coming up and said hello.
"Shh." Lu Yu made a small gesture and smiled mischievously. He wanted to give Fang Qing a "surprise."