Jiang Yi stared at the spring peach blossom, speechless for a long time.
The hot tea was steaming with steam, and he and Sakurai Kogure, the manager of the Kukakukan, who were supposed to come to the door to ask questions, were sitting across from each other, drinking tea and chatting.
Jiang Yi never expected that tonight would unfold in such a way. What should have happened in the Paradise Pavilion was a scene of blood flowing everywhere. Boundless fear enveloped everyone, and countless people died wailing in the fire... But today's Paradise Pavilion
It was still a scene of singing and dancing.
Jiang Yi was silent, and Sakurai Kogure didn't dare to interrupt. There was a deathly silence in the Japanese-style suite.
This is not because the female manager of the Kukakukan does not know how to warm up. Anyone who faces someone whose rank is much higher than themselves will be cautious.
"Who lives here?" Jiang Yi asked suddenly, his eyes once again glanced at the white porcelain vase with spring peach blossoms.
The interior of this suite is a bit scary. The space is very spacious but can make people feel oppressive. The weird atmosphere created by the wall screens can be used as the basis for a horror movie!
Jiang Yi looked at the spring peach blossom, and the scene of a person holding a white porcelain vase and arranging flowers appeared in his mind.
He doesn't have Nono's profiling ability, but the breath of life left by that person in this room is too strong. For example, if you see the oil stains hidden in the cracks of the kitchen stove wall, you can imagine a person who lives three times a day.
Meal cooking scene.
"It's the Dragon King." When Sakurai Komu said this name, the corners of her eyes softened a lot unconsciously. Jiang Yi also noticed this scene. He picked up the teacup, not confused by this strange title, and waited quietly for Sakurai.
Xiaomu's following.
"My code name in the Mongolian Ghosts is Ryoma. This is one of the Dragon King's palaces. The spring peach blossom was also left by the Dragon King yesterday." Sakurai Kogure said slowly: "The Mongolian Ghosts are a secret society with a strict hierarchy.
, Dragon Horse and Dragon King are both synonymous with positions, and the upper level has absolute authority over the lower level. Of course, this also increases the cohesion of the Meng Ghosts. Perhaps it is because of this cohesion that the Meng Ghosts can survive under the oppression of their own family."
As Sakurai Kogure spoke, she looked at the spring peach blossom again, her eyes involuntarily overflowing with warmth, like a girl secretly in love talking about her beloved lover.
"A violently organized class is named after a shogi piece? Does the namer want to use Japan's mixed-race society as the chessboard? Does he have the confidence to play chess? The ambitions of the Menggui Zhong are not small." Jiang Yi said indifferently, looking directly at Sakura.
Jing Xiaomu's eyes: "Also, aren't these the secrets of you monster ghosts? Is it appropriate to tell them to me? My position will never stand on the side of ghosts."
Sakurai Kogure didn't mind the derogatory term "ghost" at all. She smiled and said: "It's just to prove our sincerity. For a strong man like Jiang Jun, the monsters will only respect him and will not dare to offend him at all."
"Longma, Dragon King, what about the generals?" Jiang Yi shook his head and couldn't deny it. "I read in the information of the eight Sheqi families that the Menggui were a ragtag group of people in history. They only slowly gathered together twenty years ago.
, and has even developed to the point where it can compete with the Eight Sheqi Families, and the Wang General is the absolute leader and core. However, the Eight Sheqi Families know very little about him, so little that they don’t even have a fixed title.”
"Jiang Jun, I'm sorry. It's not that I deliberately concealed it. It's just that I don't know the true identity of Lord General Wang. This is also the highest secret among the Menggui. Twenty years ago, I was a little girl from the Sakurai family. Until I was twenty,
Years later, I became Ryoma and held a high position among the fierce ghosts. Although I saw the Lord General several times during this period, he never showed his true face every time. He wore a mask of a public minister on his face." Sakurai
The expression on Xiaomu's face was complicated: "Perhaps only the Dragon King can answer your question. If anyone among the meng ghosts knows the true identity of the general, it must be the Dragon King."
She put on a serious face and said: "What I said before about the Mongolian Ghosts not participating in the explosion at the Peninsula Hotel is true. On the day the inspection team arrived in Tokyo, General Wang ordered all the Mongolian Ghosts to shrink their business and not bring any harm to the inspection team.
Trouble, we can’t even let the investigation team know about the existence of the Mongols... As for what happened in Kabukicho, it was just a misunderstanding.”
Sakurai Kogure bent down to apologize, her black hair hanging down.
"Then it seems that all the Menggui are not monolithic." Jiang Yi said as he put the tea cup on the small table.
It seems that in the incident at the Kabukicho Green Sword Club's headquarters, someone violated the king's order and took the initiative to contact Jiang Yi. So according to the rank ranking among the monsters, this person is most likely the Dragon King...
Sakurai Kogure avoided Jiang Yi's topic. She said slowly: "From the beginning to the end, the Menggui people have no hostility towards Jiang Jun. The previous ones were just some minor misunderstandings. Of course, as Jiang Jun said, no matter what your position is,
They will not stand on the side of the ghosts. Although the meng ghosts want to gain Jiang Jun's friendship, they never expect to gain Jiang Jun's power and strength."
The clear and gentle voice of Sakurai Kogure echoed in the empty Japanese-style suite.
"In Jiang Jun's eyes, what's the difference between a 'ghost' and an 'Amaterasu'? They're just a group of ants under the throne." Sakurai Kogure said sarcastically: "As the second main clan, the Oni clan has its own hands.
The blood stained is far less than that of the Sheqi Ba family. They live by collecting donations from the gangs, and where does the money from the gangs come from? It is nothing more than stolen goods, as well as money from prostitutes and protection fees.
.The Sheqiba family claimed that they were not involved in the drug industry, but the gangsters who secretly resold drugs lumped up the money and handed it to them respectfully. Did they ever refuse?"
"Their shadows are attached to those prostitutes, those drug addicts, and those small businessmen who open shops, sucking their blood silently. The rules of the world are the same, the strong eat the weak, and the humble eat flesh and blood
Sacrifice to the powerful, and the reason why the Sheqi Eight Family cannot tolerate the Meng Ghosts is just for profit, they are afraid that the Meng Ghosts will gain more power, and they are afraid that the Meng Ghosts will usurp their authority!"
Sakurai Kogure became more and more excited as she talked, to the point where she lost control of her emotions. She had never had a chance to talk. She was a girl under supervision in this family, and everyone regarded her as an alien. When she came to the Menggui Queen, the situation was
Instead it got worse.
The human world may be very painful, but hell will definitely make people feel more painful. The place where ghosts gather is naturally hell.
The importance of authority among the meng ghosts has been infinitely magnified. They are a group of degenerate ghosts, and naturally there is no morality or etiquette... The higher class bullies the lower class at will, and the strong inflict violence on the weak at will. As a beautiful girl, she
She experienced more difficulties, and countless people coveted her beauty, until that one person took her hand and took her out of hell...
But Sakurai Kogure didn't dare to talk to him, and she was always cautious when serving him.
But when facing Jiang Yi, he had no scruples. He was not a ghost, let alone one of those ugly hypocrites.