Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 112 Xia Mo: Don’t move!
As night falls, Kabukicho comes alive with bright lights and bustling crowds. All kinds of exaggerated signs and neon lights can be seen everywhere, flashing colorful lights, creating a unique visual effect.

A private room in the Colorful Night Club.

The first generation leader of the Oniji Group, Kurosaki Yuji, was leaning against the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a glass of Suntory whiskey in his hand. The liquid in the highball glass was honey-colored under the LED chandelier.

Yuji Kurosaki's confidant was sitting on the sofa next to him and having fun with the hostess. His hands were not very clean. The sexy and charming hostess giggled from time to time, and the atmosphere was charming.

"Maki, let me show you something good." The confidant was a young man with permed red hair. He grinned, took out his iPhone from his arms with one hand, and found a video from the album.

"Kenjiro, what good stuff is this?" Mako asked curiously, ignoring Kenjiro's big hands that were ravaging her breasts.

"Hehe, what an interesting scene." Kenjiro smiled mysteriously.

Video playback.

An elderly man in his seventies stood on the neon-lit streets of Shinjuku, his body soaked, his lips trembling, and his face flushed.

Mako was puzzled, and could only see humiliation and anger on the old man's face.

Suddenly, the old man took out a lighter.

"Ghost Group! You are a bunch of bastards! Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!" The old man roared, and his turbid eyes were filled with hatred as if there was a devil hiding in them. He lit a fire and let the faint flame under the night light touch the corner of his clothes.

The flames ignited quickly and engulfed the old man with a pop.

Mako's face turned pale.

It turned out that the reason the old man was wet was that he was covered in gasoline.

To set oneself on fire.

In addition to the old man's wailing, the video also contains the tourists' exclamations mixed with the young people's laughter and whistles.

"Baga! Xinei! You stinky old man! You're the one who provoked the ghost group!"

Mako recognized it as Kenjiro's voice.

"Machiko, look at the way this old man is struggling. He said he was going to burn himself, but he ended up rolling on the ground in fear. His skin and clothes are all stuck together. He stinks like a piece of rotten meat."

Kenjiro said jokingly that he hoped to win the approval of the beautiful woman in his arms, so that she would join him in scolding the old man.

Mako's heavily made-up face turned pale, and she forced a smile, "Yes, yes."

"Kenjiro," Kurosaki Yuji swallowed Suntory whiskey in one gulp, took out a bank card from his Montblanc wallet, threw it on the table, and ordered, "There is two million in the card. You get out of the limelight and don't cause any trouble for me during this period of time."

"Hey, hey," Kenjiro touched his head, reached out to pick up the bank card, stuffed it into Mako's arc groove, smiled, turned his head to look at Kurosaki Yuji, and said nonchalantly, "Brother Yuji, our Onidai Group is flourishing under your leadership, what are you afraid of?"

Upon hearing this, Yuji Kurosaki reprimanded Kenjiro Kurosaki and told him not to be so arrogant. They were just barely able to gain a foothold in Shinjuku District, and the storm in Japan was very strong.

"All I know is that the bigger the wind and waves, the more expensive the fish will be," said Kenjiro.

"Before she left, my mother asked you to come to me and brought you from that shabby fishing village to bustling Tokyo. You asked me to be careful with you. But you, such an ignorant person, do you know the supreme ruler of the Japanese underworld?" Kurosaki Yuji said viciously.

"The supreme leader of the Japanese underworld?" Kenjiro asked, "Is there a more powerful underworld than the Imperial Dragon Society?"

Seeing Kenjiro's curious look, Kurosaki Yuji's vanity was satisfied. When he first broke into this cruel Night City alone, he knew nothing. It was his eldest brother who brought him along and told him about the real underworld.

"The supreme ruler of the Japanese underworld is a family that influences the operation of the entire Japan. It is said to be called the Yaki Eight Families, which consists of eight branch families. It has a long history, and its industries are both black and white. Every underworld must submit to it. It is the emperor of the dark world." said Kurosaki Yuji.

"The Emperor of the Dark World?" Kenshiro showed a longing expression. For the boy who was in his second year of high school, this title was no less important than meeting a beautiful woman who was extremely charming and beautiful in the snow.

"The Sheqi Eight Clan maintains order in the underworld. If you go too far and attract the attention of law enforcers, even ten lives won't be enough for you!"

"Law enforcement officer?"

"The Supreme Executioner and the Imperial Guards are, in short, a group of demons. If you fall into their hands, it would be a blessing to commit suicide," said Kurosaki Yuji.

Kenjiro shrank his neck, revealing a sinister snake tattoo on his neck. Every gangster should have a tattoo to prove his identity.

"However, the rule of the Snake Eight Clan will not last forever." Kurosaki Yuji said mysteriously, touching something in his arms.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of the box.

"Ani Ge (big brother), it's me."

"Come in."

Seven or eight people rushed in from outside the box, filling the small box.

Kurosaki Yuji frowned and shouted angrily.

"Baga! Get two people to guard the door!"

"Hi!"

Two men in black walked out of the box with pistols on their waists. Kurosaki Yuji gave Kenjiro a look, and Kenjiro understood, pushed Mako aside, and stood up to pour whiskey for his brother.

Holding up the highball glass, Kurosaki Yuji looked at the shivering woman with interest.

This is a lady who got married not long ago. She is wearing a white shirt on the upper body, a beige coat on the lower body, and a hip skirt on the lower body. Her slightly fleshy thighs are covered with flesh-colored stockings, and she is wearing high heels. One of her high heels fell because she stumbled while being escorted. Her beautiful flesh-colored feet stepped on the cold floor, and her toes curled up uneasily. An expression of fear appeared on her charming face, which had just tasted the taste of being a woman.

"Yamedie, let me go."

The wife had her hands behind her back and was grabbed, unable to break free.

"Long Yi, save me!" The wife turned her head to look at her husband and cried for help.

Long Yi was also being held captive. When he saw his wife sobbing, he became furious and roared that he wanted to fight to the death with this group of people.

"vomit--"

A man in black punched Long Yi in the lower abdomen. The stomach and diaphragm are rich in nerves, and the suffocating pain made Long Yi lose the ability to resist in an instant, and he knelt on the ground.

"Madam, did you know that your husband owes a loan of 5 million yen?" said Kurosaki Yuji, who had a scar on his forehead and a amiable look like a smiling tiger.

"Long Yi, how could this be?" The wife couldn't believe it.

Yuji Kurosaki took out a photo from his arms, stood up, walked around the coffee table, walked in front of his wife, and showed it to her.

"Look, is that your husband?"

The photo was taken from a side angle. Long Yi signed the contract and put his fingerprints on it. The contract was about a loan shark.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to win so badly that I couldn't help myself..." Long Yi burst into tears and looked up at his wife, begging for forgiveness.

The wife was speechless and her face was full of pain.

"Crying is useless."

Yuji Kurosaki leaned forward, rested his chin on his wife's slender shoulder, and took a deep breath of the body fragrance emitted by his wife. He was particularly intoxicated. He stretched out his tongue to lick his wife's white and clean ears, chuckled, and whispered.

The wife's delicate body trembled and she looked at her husband with the eyes of a little animal, but her husband lowered his head.

Kurosaki Yuji laughed and gave up teasing his wife. Instead, he asked his men to press Ryuichi's right hand on the coffee table.

"Tanihashi Ryuichi, the Oni Dai Group is the most disciplined. If you don't pay the interest on time, then you will have to pay a little finger."

Yuji Kurosaki picked up the fruit knife on the table and rubbed the blade gently on Long Yi's little finger, scratching the skin and causing blood to seep out.

"Yada Yada! (No, no)" Long Yi wailed, but it was nothing but impotent rage, and he didn't even realize that the snot from his nose was flowing into his mouth.

"But," Kurosaki Yuji dropped the fruit knife, bent down, grabbed Long Yi's head with one hand and lifted it up, the two looked straight at each other, "I can give you another month's delay."

"Arigato, Arigato!" Long Yi thanked with tears in his eyes.

"I'm so nice, you have to show some appreciation." Kurosaki Yuji licked his lips and grinned.

"Uh..." Long Yi was stunned.

Then with a bang, Kurosaki Yuji pressed Ryuichi's head and smashed it on the coffee table, and ordered, "Hold it down for me."

"Hi!"

Yuji Kurosaki stood up and looked at his wife with fiery eyes. The clothes could not hide the exquisite curves of the young woman. Look at her plump breasts and fleshy thighs, they seem to want to be grabbed and pinched.

"Don't come over here!" the wife screamed in horror.

"Do you still love your husband? Can you bear to let him lose his index finger and become a disabled person?" Kurosaki Yuji raised his hands and said innocently.

"Long Yi, Long Yi..." The wife looked at Long Yi. Long Yi's eyes were bloodshot, but he murmured, "Forgive me, forgive me Mina."

The wife showed a desperate expression.

“Hahahaha…” Kurosaki Yuji laughed.

Kenjiro, who was sitting on the sofa, curled his lips and thought to himself, no wonder big brother didn't order any hostesses, it turns out he just likes this kind of girls.

Kenjiro was also inexplicably hot, and he held Mako's head.

When Yuji Kurosaki's hand was about to touch his wife's breasts.

The door was kicked open.

"Don't move! Sweep away pornography!"

Xia Mo raised his gun and shouted loudly, with a look of righteousness on his face.

(End of this chapter)