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Chapter 427 A Shallow Relationship (Part [-])
Heh, poor old Thirteen, he turned into such an appearance, really pitiful!
Two and a half years have passed in the blink of an eye, seeing the Thirteenth Lord who is known as the "Desperate Thirteenth Man" again, Hong Qing really has a lot of emotion in his heart. It's too big, the thirteenth master who dared to fight back then is now only an empty shell, not only his body is broken, but there is not much energy left, although he can't help but pretend Traces, but emptiness and weakness are indisputable facts.

"Uncle Thirteen, please!"

Hong Qing's Qi-nourishing Kungfu has already been cultivated to the top. Although she is deeply moved at this moment, she always smiles gently on her face, without showing the slightest strange color. She bent down, grabbed a chair casually, and lifted it up. The hem of the robe sat down on the opposite side of Lord Thirteen, and then he picked up the wine jar and knocked out a big hole in the mud on it. With both hands, he filled the two wine bowls in front of him. Stretching out his hand to push, he pushed one of them firmly in front of the Thirteenth Master, smiling and earnestly begging.

"Um……"

The old thirteen stared at Hong Qing silently for a long time, and then let out a sigh of relief, without saying much, picked up the wine bowl, raised his head and drank wildly, Hong Qing didn't say any more when he saw this, Smiling, he also picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one go.

"Speaking of which, what can I do with you?"

One bowl, then another, the uncle and nephew drank three consecutive bowls without making a sound, the jar of wine had bottomed out, and the old thirteen's pale face turned rosy He got up, but saw that he put the wine bowl in his hand heavily on the table, stared at Hong Qing with red eyes, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"Come again!"

Facing the tiger's gaze of the old thirteen, Hong Qing just smiled indifferently, stretched out her hand to take another jug ​​of wine, patted open the mud, and filled it up for herself and the old thirteen, then waved her hand and extended the invitation again .

"Humph!"

The old thirteen had known Hong Qing for many years, and he didn't believe that Hong Qing came here just to find himself a drink. However, since Hong Qing didn't say anything, he didn't bother to ask any more questions. In his opinion, It seems that at the end of the day, the master who has nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall will show the fox's tail uncontrollably. Because of this, the old thirteen didn't ask any more questions, and after a cold snort of disdain, he grabbed The wine bowl, and then another binge drinking.

"Uncle Thirteen is still such a good drinker, but my nephew can't do it anymore. If I drink any more, I'll make a fool of myself. That's all for today. My nephew will have a drink with Uncle Thirteen next time, and I'm leaving."

The uncle and nephew drank six or seven bowls of wine each, and ate some dishes in silence. After eating and drinking, Hong Qing didn't intend to stay any longer, so she put down her chopsticks, smiled and stood up, bowing After saluting, he planned to leave.

"Ok?"

Although the old thirteen didn't ask any more questions before, in fact, he didn't think much about Hong Qing's intention in his heart. Seeing that Hong Qing was going to leave just like that, he couldn't help but frowned, suspiciously Looking at Hong Qing, she let out a questioning voice from her nostrils.

"The thirteenth uncle stays, and the younger nephew resigns."

Naturally, Hong Qing came here without a purpose, but it was definitely not what the old thirteen thought. In fact, as long as he could have a drink with the old thirteen, Hong Qing's goal would have been achieved. After all, the current friendship is superficial, so I can't speak deeply. As for the other things, it's not too late to talk about it later.

"Ah."

The old thirteen still didn't believe that Hong Qing would just leave like this, and didn't say anything to persuade her to stay, but just let out a noncommittal whisper from her nostrils.

"Ah."

Hong Qing had made up her mind to go, no matter what the old thirteen was guessing about, she gave a chuckle as soon as she had done all the courtesy, and then turned around gracefully, Shi Shiran went downstairs, and just left there on her own left.

"Huh? This kid, what is he up to?"

The old thirteen did not go to see Hongqing off, but the old god sat on the ground without moving, thinking that Hongqing would definitely go and return, but he didn't expect to wait and wait, but he couldn't wait for Hongqing to turn around. It was only then that I realized that Hong Qing really left just like that, she couldn't help but feel a little confused, stretched out her hand and scratched her forehead, and started talking to herself suspiciously...

For the rich, the Chinese New Year is a very grand festival, and it is worth celebrating last time, but for the poor, it is an out-and-out ghost gate. Ashikaga Yuzo should also be one of the rich, but what a pity. Unfortunately, since the fleet of the Qing Dynasty appeared in Osaka the year before last, the cloth business run by the Ashikaga family has gone from bad to worse. At the beginning of last year, they had to declare bankruptcy. In a fit of anger, his father left everyone, young and old, and went to the store alone. Hanging, the funeral took a lot of money. This year, all that can be sold at home has already been sold out. The only thing left is an ancestral samurai sword. Ashikaga Yuzo, who has lost his livelihood, can only join "Wangchun Society", became a small gangster, relying on blackmailing various small businesses to make a living, these days, it is natural to live very tight, no, it's Chinese New Year, dare not go anywhere, The cat can only drink the worst sake to relieve boredom in his own home.

"Yousan, is Yousan at home?"

It is said that alcohol is used to relieve sorrow, and sorrow is even worse. Poor quality sake is hard to swallow. After drinking a few sips, Ashikaga Yuzo is already irritable and wants to kill. He has just picked up his ancestral samurai sword and is about to swing it. Suddenly, he heard someone calling the door outside, and immediately became annoyed, and rushed to the door with a knife in his hand.

"It's so noisy, who is it? It's called mourning for the New Year's Eve."

As soon as Ashikaga Yusan got angry, he immediately became angry. He opened the door without even looking at who it was, and cursed endlessly.

"idiot!"

Hearing Ashikaga Yuzo's scolding so badly, the visitor was immediately annoyed, he didn't save Ashikaga Yuzo the slightest face, while cursing angrily, he unceremoniously slapped him with a big ear scraper, and immediately slapped him Ashikaga Yuzo howled and rolled on the ground.

"Oh, it's Mr. Zuobei, I didn't see you clearly, I'm..."

Ashikaga Yuzo, who was stunned by the pumping, finally saw who it was, and it turned out to be his immediate boss, the vice-president Zuobingwei Saburo, panicked, how dare he put on an air of a ruffian, and hurriedly crawled up Got up, nodded and bowed apologetically.

"Baga, stop talking nonsense, hurry up, follow me, there is a mission!"

Saburo Zuobei waved his hand impatiently, interrupted Yuzo Ashikaga's apology, cursed angrily, turned his head and walked towards the layman.

"Oh, Hay."

Ashikaga Yusan was only a young man, so he didn't dare to ask Zuobei Sanlang what the mission was, so he could only obediently obediently followed Zuobei Sanlang through the streets and alleys, and came to the In a large mansion, it was discovered that almost all the people from the "Wangchun Society" had already gathered here, chatting nonstop in groups of three and four, with excited red lights and bloodthirsty faces all over their faces. impulse.

"You, come with me!"

When Ashikaga Yusan saw that his companions were all there, his uneasiness immediately eased. He just wanted to join in with his companions, but before he could leave, Zuobei Saburo turned his head and widened his eyes. , gave an order unceremoniously.

"Ah, oh, Hay."

Although Ashikaga Yuzo was reluctant, he dared not disobey the orders of his immediate superiors, so he could only obediently complied, and obediently followed Zuobei Sanlang into the depths of the house.

"Report to the president, the person has been brought here, please give instructions."

Walking all the way to the backyard, before Ashikaga Yuzo figured out what was going on, he saw Zuobei Sanlang walking quickly in front of a bald man sitting cross-legged on a futon, and bowed respectfully to ask for instructions.

"Well, call him over!"

The bald man nodded solemnly, and waved his hands expressionlessly.

"Hay."

Zuobingwei Saburo respectfully agreed, turned around and waved, calling Ashikaga Yuzo over.

"President, president, small, small..."

"Wangchun Society" was established only four years ago, but in such a short period of four years, it has developed at an extremely rapid pace. It has been conquering all over the world, knocking down nearly half of the underworld organizations in Osaka City, and has jumped to become the number one society in Osaka. , relying on the bravery of this mysterious president Toshiyuki Fujita - no one knows where the president came from, only his Kyoto accent, but he just claimed to be from Hokkaido. A few years ago, a group of members From time to time, I can see the heroic figure of the president fighting around, but with the growth of "Wangchun Club", the president himself seldom shows up anymore. Ashikaga Yuzo has been in the club for more than half a year, and this is the first time. When I saw the president himself for the first time, I couldn't help feeling so flustered that I couldn't speak well.

"Well, Yossi, I heard that you have an ancestral skill in making fire mines, but it's true, huh?"

Fujita Toshi stared at Ashikaga Yuzo gloomily, until he lowered his head in a panic, and then he opened his mouth calmly.

"Ah, little one, little one understands a little bit."

Ashikaga Yuzo didn't understand why Fujita Jun asked such a question at all, his eyes rolled a few times in a panic, and he answered vaguely.

"Well, I'll give you half a day to make hundreds of fire mines. You can choose the manpower. Just ask what you want. It must be done before midnight tonight. Is there any problem, huh?"

Fujita Jun nodded, and gave the order in an unquestionable tone.

"Ah, this, this..., Mr. President, this Huo Lei is a controlled thing, if, if..."

As soon as he heard that he was going to make fire and thunder, Ashikaga Yuzo's legs couldn't help but go limp, nothing else, he joined the "Wangchun Club" just to make a living, but making fire and mine is a capital offense, and you can't be free. Three do not panic.

"idiot!"

As soon as Ashikaga Yuzo's attitude came out, Fujita Toshi didn't say anything, but Zuobei Saburo who was standing aside was angry, and unceremoniously gave Ashikaga Yuzo another big blow, and it hit Ashikaga Yuzo straight The corners of the mouth spurted blood.

"Hay."

Although Ashikaga Yuzo was dizzy from being whipped, he didn't dare to resist, he didn't even dare to reach out to wipe the blood spots all over his face, and bowed down in a polite manner to keep his promise.

"enough."

Fujita Toshi didn't let Zuobei Saburo vent his anger too much. He waved his hand and called a stop in a cold voice, then stared at Ashikaga Yuzo with serious eyes, and said word by word: "Three hundred fire thunders tonight!" It has to be made, the gunpowder is ready-made, you can choose the manpower, as many as you want, if you can't do it, you can do seppuku."

"Hay!"

Ashikaga Yuzo, who was beaten again, learned his lesson this time, and he didn't dare to carry it any more. He obediently agreed, and didn't even dare to ask where the gunpowder came from.

(End of this chapter)