There is something extremely strange about Japanese fusang.
Black society is legal, but it is the first country in the world to completely ban guns.
Even the police don't dare to equip guns indiscriminately, let alone shoot indiscriminately.
But he admires kendo and judo very much.
They are all killing people. You can do it casually with a sword, but not with a gun.
Furthermore, swordsman masters have a very high status and are respected wherever they go.
Even if you are a killer, as long as you use a sword, the judge will give you a lighter sentence when sentencing you.
But what if you use a gun?
I'm sorry. Just sit in jail.
The exam for a private bodyguard in Japan to obtain a gun license is no less than the public service exam in China.
And even if you pass the exam, you can only be equipped with rubber bullets.
As for underworld smuggling?
have.
But even if you have a gun, you don't dare to use it.
Unless it's absolutely necessary.
Even though Heise would usually be okay and help the police maintain order, once a shooting was involved, the police would immediately uproot the gang with a thunderous gesture.
I won’t do anything this year, I will just watch your family clean up.
There are no more than ten shooting cases a year in Fuso, Japan.
As for America's father, it starts at 100,000 yuan a year.
Therefore, Su Mu, a natural master of swordsmanship, was immediately respected.
You can tell by looking at the attitude of the severed finger.
Being arrogant at the front and respectful at the back is nothing more than this.
Only a ghost can imagine that this pretty boy is so awesome.
The lightning-like speed of the attack was so fast that the eyes could not even see it.
If he wanted to kill himself, wouldn't it mean that he wouldn't even feel it and his head would fall off?
Broken Finger is already considering whether to return the US dollars he received to Su Mu.
After all, you can enter or leave here. If you really offend a master, you don't know how you died.
This man named Ueda runs a sword dojo here.
On the surface, it is a sword dojo, but secretly, it is a gambling and fighting place based on the sword.
Even because of the unique environment and geographical location here, it can attract big shots with high enough status and rich enough wealth to come secretly to participate in gambling battles.
Because of various uncertainties, the gambling here is extremely entertaining and exciting.
Winning or losing often depends on luck and vision.
There are even some ladies who are willing to place bets here in search of perverted excitement, and are also interested in applauding and having sex with the winning players.
Of course, this is also one of the ways to make money at a certain level below Shintoism.
For swordsmen, this kind of gambling is just for a few dollars or a chance of survival.
But for those big shots looking for excitement outside, the stakes are terrifying.
It can range from several billion to tens of billions.
There are even small consortiums that rely on this method to decide ownership.
Ueda personally sent Su Mu out of the sword dojo.
Broken Finger led a group of minions and surrounded Su Mu back to the area where he was.
As Su Mu walked, he pretended to have a complicated mood and looked around.
He has sneaked into this headquarters before, but never down here.
This is really a bit surprising.
The gourd-shaped space is completely like a super ant nest.
There were seventeen or eight people in the previous market alone.
Each market obviously belongs to one force.
Along the passage, there are dense wooden doors on both sides.
Obviously, this is the house.
He pretended to be disappointed and said in shock:
"Brother Broken Finger, this... this... God, how many people are there in here?"
The underground passage in front of me, which twists and turns for two hundred meters, is filled with densely packed small houses.
In some places, they even opened two floors according to local conditions.
A narrow and simple wooden shelf was used as a staircase. Then a few wooden boards were built at the door of the stone wall to serve as a balcony.
When Su Mu came to the hole where the severed finger belonged, he was surprised again.
This cave master is very interesting.
The structure of the entire underground world is actually divided according to markets.
Those who control the market are naturally the real bosses, who have a transcendent status. They have ownership of the area divided by the market to which they belong.
That's right, a cave owner like Broken Zhi is the equivalent of a tenant.
The market controller is not involved in any specific disputes and is only responsible for collecting money.
But who dares not to pay?
Teach you how to be a good person in minutes.
People like Ueda, whose status is different from that of market controllers, are still powerful and cannot be provoked.
Cave masters like Broken Zhi control at most three to five hundred people, and at least a hundred or so people, each with their own territory and livelihood.
Broken Finger arranged a place for him to stay, right next to his cave room.
Compared with other densely packed cave houses, this one in Su Mu is equivalent to a high-end residence.
A large room of more than thirty square meters actually comes with a small private bathroom.
It's just so magical.
There is actually a bathroom underground.
Su Mu cleaned up and came out, feeling different again.
Although the underground air smells a bit unpleasant, it is full of oxygen and has a unique smell.
There is a room, but you still have to buy things yourself.
If the market outside is small, it is really small.
But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
Su Mu discovered that there are all kinds of businesses here.
Not to mention bars, there are also fast food vans made of broken wooden boards on the roadside.
There are also small restaurants, clothes sellers, and even video stores, where you can actually buy many love action movies that Chinese young people love to watch.
Of course, there is no satellite TV in this shabby underground cave, so besides drinking, I just watch movies.
Drinking costs money, and watching movies is low-cost and everyone loves it.
The market is not big, but if you want to walk around carefully, it is still very interesting.
The rent for Su Mu's room must be paid by yourself, which is fifty dollars a month.
Not expensive, but definitely not cheap either.
You have to pay for water and electricity bills yourself.
Along the way, he bought some daily necessities.
There are a lot of people in the market, and none of them are good people. A new person is basically like a fat sheep.
They all looked at Su Mu with various meanings in their eyes.
Su Mu's height and pretty face make him stand out from the crowd.
It was refreshing to see him take out the money, which was still a brand new large dollar bill. At least ninety-nine people out of a hundred were ready to kill him.
There is another one who doesn't want to do it, and that's because he's a cripple.
Su Mu didn't care either. After going around in a circle, he felt angry.
Peat profiteers.
The things he bought were all expired products.
But the price is ridiculously expensive.
You can imagine how much money the guy who controlled the circulation of materials in this underground world made.
The Shinto sect must look down on this kind of money, and most of these transactions are controlled by some down-and-out relative of a powerful priest.
What a good deal.
Su Mu was a little curious, where did these shabby guys hide in because they couldn't survive outside. Where did they get their money?
After getting familiar with it, he began to inquire about the underground prison intentionally or unintentionally.
Shi Zhilong is also here, but Su Mu doesn't know where he is.
He wanted to find this person as soon as possible.
On the one hand, he was curious about why Tokugawa Takahiro wanted to name him.
On the other hand, it's Su Mu's bad taste.
He wanted to see what Shi Zhilong's expression looked like when he saw him.