Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

"Larger-sized gangs collect lower protection fees because, in addition to the protection fees, they also have a number of real estate businesses that can generate considerable profits.

"On the contrary, the small forces are different. They exploit businesses very ruthlessly. After all, they rely on this money to develop and expand themselves, and even have to pay tribute to large gangs."

Ye Fan and Zhou Ping nodded, feeling a sense of freshness in listening to the story.

"And the largest yakuza gangs in all of Japan, combined, are no more than the size of a handful. There are two largest yakuza families in the Kanto region, namely Samukawa and Kazematsuri. The one we're following is Kazematsuri."

Su Yan looked at Ye Fan and smiled: "The first goal of this operation is to completely control this family. With this power as a support, we can swallow up all the underworld in Japan."

"And we will become the greatest underground emperors in Japan."

"What underground emperor?"

The young monk looked up at Su Yan and asked, "Is the underworld very powerful? Do we really need their help?"

Chapter 392 Stewed for the old man to replenish his body

Su Yan shook his head and said:

"They're not strong, just a group of ordinary people. But the current situation requires these ordinary people to help us move things forward."

Ye Fan was a little confused, but at this time the team gradually walked into the remote streets and there was no noise to cover up, so he stopped talking.

The terrain here is such that a north-south road runs straight to the end. The surroundings are becoming increasingly quiet, and even the air seems to be frozen.

Only the clogs made scattered sounds as they stepped on the ground.

At this moment, more than 20 people in front stopped in unison and turned around slowly. At the same time, the sound of running came from behind, and dozens of gangster warriors rushed out from the rooms on both sides of the street, blocking the retreat with knives.

"Gada gada".

The woman walked out of the crowd and stood at the front, looking at the three people with hostility. After examining them for a moment, she exerted force with her fingers and pushed the samurai sword out of its sheath half an inch, then shouted:

“#￥@#￥&@#~!!”

The little monk touched his bald head and asked quietly, "What did she say?"

"No, I don't understand her at all. Her accent is too strong, and it's different from the one in the movie." Su Yan's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand.

"Don't panic, let me communicate with her first, and we'll try our best to win her over with virtue!"

Su Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked towards the woman. He stopped at a safe distance that the woman could accept. He spread his hands to indicate that he had no weapons. After thinking for more than ten seconds, he said in a deep voice:

"can...can you speak chinese?"

woman:? ? ?

The woman looked around and saw that everyone had a confused look on their faces. She knew that the problem was not with her, and her eyes became more fierce.

"Ahaha, is it really not possible? That Moses Moses... can you understand what I am saying? I don't want to fight with you, take me to see your patriarch." Su Yan smiled awkwardly, thought for a moment, and made a cross with his hand, saying:

"There's an old saying in Daxia: 'He who understands the times is a hero.' I don't think you want to suffer any physical pain."

"......" The woman's mouth twitched. She slowly pulled out the knife and gripped the handle with both hands: "%￥#@!"

Swish!

Dozens of samurai swords were unsheathed at the same time, and the atmosphere was tense.

Ye Fan covered his face and said speechlessly: "Su Yan, don't you speak Japanese? Just say a few words first to let them relax their vigilance."

"Okay, don't worry about me. I'll communicate with her in Japanese right away." Su Yan turned around and made an OK gesture, coughed lightly, and said politely in Japanese:

"Um...さんさん, も夫が事事を杀いたくないでしょう!"

The pronunciation is clear, loud and clear!

Su Yan smiled and nodded, very satisfied with his performance.

He can speak Japanese.

After all, the 'Rat' has been opened, and it is easy to use the hundredfold comprehension to learn languages.

And what Su Yan was most satisfied with was this sentence. This sentence was so familiar and kind that it made people linger on it.

The woman stared at Su Yan in a daze for a long time, then suddenly her eyes widened, and she pointed the knife at Su Yan, shouting angrily: "Kurus!"

"Ow—!"

In an instant, a group of warriors rushed up with roars.

Ye Fan: .....

Zhou Ping: .....

The young monk had a blank expression on his face. "What on earth did you say... I realized you were just trying to provoke me, and you were forcing me to make the first move."

"Hey, that's weird. Every time I say this in a movie, the other person immediately gives in. Why doesn't it work?"

Su Yan scratched his head in confusion and muttered, "It seems that we can only convince them with virtue. I hope they brought an umbrella."

As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds rolled up within a radius of 100 meters, and heavy rain like iron beads poured down.

The raindrops strangely avoided the leading woman and hit the warriors in kimonos directly. They made dull "bang bang" sounds when they fell on people, and made crisp metallic clanging sounds when they fell on swords. In the blink of an eye, all the warriors were knocked to the ground, holding their heads and wailing.

"Snapped."

Su Yan snapped his fingers, and the sky cleared up. Only the woman was left, holding the knife, staring with her eyes wide open, not daring to move.

"Kami." The woman muttered, her legs trembling.

She pronounced the word clearly and Su Yan understood. She was saying "God."

"I'll say this one last time. Take me to see your family head... Also, is your Mandarin level 8C? Find me someone who doesn't speak dialect!"

................

In the eyes of ordinary people, extraordinary power is like a miracle. The female warrior, who was conquered by virtue, ran into a mansion. A moment later, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses strode out quickly, bowed ninety degrees, and said respectfully:

"Sir, my name is Takuya Kazesai. The master of the family is ill and cannot come out to greet you personally, so he has asked me to respectfully invite you inside."

Su Yan nodded, walked in front and entered the mansion.

Walking through the gravel path, I saw the head of the Fengji family in a wheelchair in front of the house. He was an old man with dark spots on his face and was almost at the end of his life.

His lower body was paralyzed and he couldn't move. He was staring at Su Yan and the other two nervously. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

Su Yan raised his hand to signal him not to be nervous, with a calm expression, and said directly:

"Don't be nervous. I came here today just for a very small matter. From today on, the Fengji family will be centered around me. I am the undisputed head of the Fengji family. No one is allowed to disobey my orders, otherwise I will bury everyone in the Fengji family in the backyard as fertilizer. Do you understand?"

When the first half of the sentence was spoken, the old man still had a somewhat relaxed look on his face, but when Su Yan finished the whole sentence, his eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were full of fear and anxiety, and there was also a hint of unspeakable frustration.

You're telling me not to be nervous? You might as well just scare me to death!

Su Yan found a bamboo chair to sit down, picked up the cake on the table and tasted it, then said casually:

"But I won't take it for free. Do you have a long-lost granddaughter? I can help you find her, and..."

The old man's eyes lit up and he looked at Su Yan with rapid breathing, waiting for the second half of the sentence.

"Also... your cakes are so sweet, a bit choking. Commander, would you like to try some?"

Ye Fan clenched his fists expressionlessly: "No, I advise you to get down to business quickly. I'm afraid that old man will be suffocated to death by you."

“Ho~ho~ho~ho~”

Seeing that the head of the family was short of oxygen and his eyes were rolled back, the female warrior hurriedly took an oxygen mask and pressed it on the old man's face.

Under the threatening gaze, Su Yan quickly got back to the point: "Sorry, I made you excited... Where was I?"

"And...and." The old man took off his mask and spoke in a heart-wrenching voice.

"Also, I am only borrowing the position of the head of the Fengji family for a period of time. After I leave, I will return the position of the head of the family to your granddaughter."

The old man roared and gasped: "Master, you...you...you"

"Hey, please stop talking. Just stay alive." Su Yan interrupted, pointing at the flying saucer that blocked out the sky above him. "You want to ask me what I'm going to do? I won't hide it from you. I want to use your Fengji family to create a god, a god that can replace this thing above my head."

The old man's eyes seemed to be illuminated by a strong light, and he shrank tightly. He struggled to stand up and screamed:

"No, no... the Oracle... will... will kill..."

"Don't worry about the Oracle killing you all. If you don't agree, I will kill you all right here. You won't be able to wait for the Oracle."

Su Yan looked at the old man's desperate eyes, thought for a moment and asked:

"You should still remember how your eldest daughter, Kazamatsuri Akiko, died. Don't you want revenge?"

The old man's body shuddered, his cloudy eyes trembled wildly, but his lips kept moving, silently muttering "Oracle". The strong hatred deep in his eyes and the fear engraved in his soul flashed alternately, and he was hesitant.

Behind him, the female warrior didn't dare to breathe, her eyes were filled with fear, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Su Yan glanced at them sympathetically and sighed, "Forget it. I'm too kind. I'll take the initiative to choose for you. Calculating the time, it's been more than ten minutes since I activated the Forbidden Ruins. That oracle should be rushing here, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

Zhou Ping walked in under the horrified gaze of hundreds of warriors outside the door.

He clutched the corner of his clothes tightly with his left hand, rubbing it frantically, while with his right hand he grabbed the hair of a red-robed man, dragging the corpse on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood, and came in front of Su Yan.

He stuttered even more than the old man when he spoke:

"Sususu, Su Yan... God... God... God... Messenger, throw, throw, throw where?"

Su Yan waved to the female warrior and said with a smile:

"Come, stew this oracle for the old man to nourish his body."

Old man: “Ga——!”

Chapter 393 No rush

"Master, this is your token of loyalty. From now on, the Fengji clan will follow your lead."

Sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat which was a bit uncomfortable for his butt, Su Yan took over a samurai sword. It was a samurai sword made of very good material, but it was not a great treasure. He could buy one for 1500 yen ( yuan) in the shopping mall meters away.

The only special thing is that the scabbard is painted with pink cherry blossoms with a watercolor pen. Judging from the rough and childlike painting style, it should be the work of a child.

"This is the young lady's childhood graffiti." Kazematsu Takuya pointed at the cherry blossom branch on his chest and sighed softly:

"When the old master was young, he loved the eldest daughter the most and privately trained her as his successor. When the eldest daughter graffitied on the family's keepsake, the old master not only didn't punish her, but even praised the painting and added cherry blossoms to the family crest. For so many years, no one was allowed to touch this knife, and the old master wiped it himself."

"What happened next?" the little monk asked after taking a sip of tea.