My lover is this organization

One sword kills ten throats.

The moment Curacao landed, the dagger in her hand was swung into a silver thread, which circled around to form a circle, and anyone within an arm's length was killed by her.

In comparison, Night Devil's appearance was not as high-profile as the previous two.

He sneaked in from the shadows, and emerged like a demon from the flying red maple and cherry blossoms, attacking the enemy from behind with a spike in his hand.

When all the Kowloon members were focusing on the frontal attack, he took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed everyone he saw. His bayonet was full of kidney fragments, and he knocked down a large number of them in just one breath.

Dudu——!

Qin Wuque had just swung his sword to cut a Kowloon killer in half when he suddenly heard a whistle behind him. Turning around, he saw Vodka driving an armored vehicle covered with spikes, forcing his way through the Mercedes-Benz encirclement and heading straight for the ancient temple at full speed.

"Get away!"

He said without hesitation, and at the same time turned around and kicked another Kowloon Killer who was also trying to dodge in the waist.

The Kowloon Killer flew out in response and crashed into the spiked armored vehicle like a cannonball.

When the two touched, there was a "pop" sound, and the spikes penetrated from the chest and broke out from the back. The Kowloon Killer stuck to it like a piece of meat and could not be pulled off.

Qin Wuque, Curacao, and John Wick narrowly avoided the car body. The wheels of the cavalry rolled past, and the Kowloon members who were unable to dodge were like carrots meeting a water-squeezing machine. Broken limbs and arms mixed with thick and fishy blood splattered all over the ground.

The tightly closed entrance door of the ancient temple was immediately dyed with ink-like colors.

It was a massacre.

A massacre of hundreds of people by a few people.

About a quarter of an hour later, peace finally returned to the ancient temple.

Qin Wuque kicked open the entrance door, and a fishy wind immediately rushed into the room. Nine people sat on the ground behind the door.

He dragged two swords across the threshold. The blood flowing on the swords was dragged into two parallel and thin red lines on both sides as the tips of the swords touched the wooden floor. Vodka, Night Demon and Curacao followed closely behind him.

Qin Wuque leaned his two swords into the floor, looked around with a calm tone.

"Submit or die, what do you choose?"

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Damn, a group friend went to have his gallstones removed today. From the photos I saw that each one was about the size of half an index finger joint, and was yellow-brown in color. A total of more than twenty stones were removed. I even suspect that there was no bile in his stones at all.

Chapter 505 Happy Akai Mary

In the ancient temple, the entrance door was wide open, and the bloody smell of impending storm flowed in.

The nine people sitting on the ground stood still, not even frowning.

There are four on the left, four on the right, and one in the middle at the end of the room.

Among the nine people, there are old and young. The oldest is already over 70 years old, while the youngest is only in his early twenties.

But they have one thing in common, that is, they all started from the bottom of the underworld, and worked their way up little by little with their own strength, and eventually became one of the nine with the team they trained.

This is also a common misconception.

Some people often think that the leaders of yakuza organizations are in high positions all year round and rely on their brains rather than physical strength, which directly means that the leaders are not good at fighting.

Granted, it does take considerable brainpower to lead an organization.

In fact, the team leader might be the most capable one in the entire Yakuza organization.

It requires both brains and force.

As soon as Qin Wuque finished speaking, one of the nine dragons moved.

He was a young man who looked about the same age as himself, with black hair that was neither short nor too short, and bangs that just covered one eye and fell diagonally to the side.

Liu Longren, Qin Wuque had seen the other person's face on the screen of the combat planning center before.

Liu Longren almost bounced up from the ground. A short knife about half an arm's length slipped from his wide sleeves into his hand. Without saying a word, he pounced on Qin Wuque like a hungry tiger.

bass--!

The metal blade flashed, and Liu Longren flew backwards silently at a speed faster than when he came.

Qin Wuque still stood there, holding the half-arm-long dagger in his hand, while the two swords stuck in the ground did not move at all.

At the moment of the confrontation, he easily broke Liu Longren's wrist, then snatched the dagger and killed him with one blow.

Liu Longren was lying quietly in the shadows in the distance. At first glance, he seemed to have no obvious external injuries, as if he had just been knocked unconscious by a punch.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is a very thin red line on his left chest. It is the scar left by the blade, and the heart underneath is completely cut open.

The heart is the engine of human life. If the heart is destroyed, even a god cannot save it, unless it is in a well-equipped heart replacement operating room.

"First."

Qin Wuque threw the dagger aside and glanced at the other eight faces.

"Who's next?" he asked.

As these words fell, except for the man who was sitting cross-legged at the end of the room, the other seven dragons stood up together.

"That's right." Qin Wuque smiled.

……

Even if the seven dragons joined forces, they couldn't even hold out as long as those small minions outside.

In less than two minutes, eight of the nine dragons were gone.

One of the dragons had its heart cut out, three had their necks broken, three had their heads chopped off, and one was directly beaten into Xing Tian, ​​with his head smashed into his chest.

And the only thing left is the last dragon.

chap!

Qin Wuque pulled out the two small swords that he had not used since he entered the room, walked across the floor with bloody footprints, passed by eight blood-stained and empty seats, and came to the end of the room.

Sitting in the shadows was an extremely old man with sparse, short, gray hair, a shriveled body, and his skeleton was almost visible under the loose skin.

No one would doubt that he would die on the spot in the next second.

But he is the current president of Kowloon Group.

"Nine generations of dragon heart, right?" Qin Wuque put away his two swords, bent one leg and sat cross-legged facing each other.

"The old man is indeed."

The voice of the Ninth Generation Dragon Heart was calm and old, as if the deaths of the previous eight people could not shake him at all.

"That……"

Qin Wuque was about to ask the usual question when he was interrupted.

"Nine Dragons needs to be destroyed."

The elderly president of Jiulong said this in a tone without any emotion.

Qin Wuque was stunned, and thought about it carefully. When he found that he didn't understand, he raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Um……"

The Ninth Generation Dragon Heart exhaled slowly, a look of reminiscence on his face.

"When did it all start? Kowloon changed from an organization that helped the weak to one that robs and plunders like a bandit."

"Not only do you rob and plunder, you also make drugs. Don't let anyone miss it." Qin Wuque reminded at the right time.

“…I know.”

For the first time, Ninth Generation Dragon Heart showed an embarrassed expression.

"Perhaps you won't believe me, but that was not my original intention. As more and more people joined Jiulong, many things became more and more out of my control. When I came to my senses, I found that I had already gone in the opposite direction from my original ideal. I wanted to correct the direction but I was powerless. The demise of Jiulong was an inevitable result. I just took the initiative to accelerate this process."

"I believe you will encounter the same problem in the future." The old man said meaningfully.

Ahaha…

The corners of Qin Wuque's mouth twitched slightly in his heart, and he thought to himself that it sounded as if this group of people were a group of chivalrous thieves when they were young.

"Not really."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"The so-called lack of will is due to the parties' soft-heartedness. As long as the means are strong enough and the attitude is firm enough, there is nothing that cannot be solved."

"As for the general direction, my will will never be influenced by any external factors."

"Really……"

Jiushi Longxin also raised the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to smile.

"Then, the future of Kanto will be handed over to you young people."

After saying this, the old man slowly lowered his head as if he had fulfilled his lifelong wish.

"Oh, I'll take it."

Qin Wuque raised the sword in his hand and was about to bring it down, but was stopped by the voice of the silver-haired beauty behind him.

Kurosawa Jinzi, carrying a marksman rifle, walked in from the entrance, followed by Cohen and Chianti. She glanced at the Ninth Generation Long who was sitting there with his head down and thought.

"He is dead."

"Oh?"

Qin Wuque stretched out his hand to check and found that there was indeed no pulse or breath.

The dignified leader of the Nine Dragons fell to the ground.

……

After the fall of Kowloon and his return to Tokyo, Qin Wuque first called Sonoko and Suzuki Jirokichi to confirm the opening ceremony time of the casino.

Then he called Mari Akai, who had been staying at the Sakura Hotel with her daughter.

When the call came in, Mary Akai was in the room watching a Jeet Kune Do match on TV with Masumi Sera. The sudden ring of the phone briefly distracted the two of them.

A young high school girl with an extremely barren chest saw her mother snatch up the phone with extraordinary agility, and after a brief hesitation, she answered the call in front of her.

"Hello?" Akai Mari tried hard to make her voice sound normal.

"Ah...Mary."

Qin Wuque's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, I've almost finished dealing with everything here. The casino will be open in two days. You..."

"What am I?"

Mary Akai tried her best to keep her tone calm, but her hasty tone of questioning still betrayed her, as well as the slight nervousness between the lines, like a college entrance examination student checking her scores.

"I meant to say——"

Qin Wuque paused and asked tentatively.

"Mary, would you like to bring Sera with you when the time comes?"

"..."

Like drizzle moistening the earth, like spring breeze blowing the grass.

The happy smile unique to a woman bloomed like a short-lived flower on Mary Akai's beautiful face.

she says.

"it is good."

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