Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 703 Yamaguchi-gumi

This group of gangsters gathered from all directions, all wearing black suits, with colorful shirt collars turned out, holding straight-edged short knives, with fierce faces, there were more than people.

A large group of men in black clamored and looked menacing. The leader was a tall, tough young man with a cropped cut and a hideous scar on his face.

His name is Ito Masaoyuki, nicknamed Ghost Face, and he is the team leader of the Kansai Honda Association stationed in Okayama County. He is an ambitious guy who wants to climb up.

A few days ago, the Japanese government is implementing the "Yamaguchi-gumi Destruction Plan" against the Yamaguchi-gumi in Kobe, Kansai. The purpose is to completely disintegrate and eliminate the largest gang in Japan.

Against this backdrop, Honda, the dying second largest gang in Kansai that had been suppressed by the Yamaguchi-gumi, would revive.

Many backbone gang members were sent to the western part of Dongying Main Island, and the northern part competed with the Yamaguchi group for territory in an attempt to make things worse and restore the former glory.

Ito Masaoyuki is the descendant of Ito Itosai, the number one swordsman in the Warring States Period in Japan, who created the one-sword style. He has always wanted to stand out and restore the glory of his family.

This group of thugs was fierce and fierce. Wherever they went, every house was closed for fear of being affected. Even if the night patrol saw it, they pretended to turn a blind eye.

The gangsters are fighting each other, anyway, death is a mess, they are too lazy to take care of it, and they can't take care of it.

However, this group of guys had just walked to a trail about 50 meters away from Sakurai B&B, when they were stopped by a person.

Du Weiguo stood in the middle of the road in his spare time, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a black sheathed Japanese katana on his shoulder.

Behind Du Weiguo, about 5 meters away, Sakurai Momoyo held a small knife in his hand, panicked, pale, and almost cried.

The samurai sword on Du Weiguo's shoulder is a pure-looking thing. The decorative knife in the Sakurai B&B is not a real thing for cutting people.

Not only is the material bad, but even the special blade is not opened. To put it bluntly, it is just a piece of rotten iron sheet.

Seeing a huge group of fierce thugs with sharp knives rushing forward, Sakurai Momoyo's legs went limp, and he murmured to himself:

"It's over, I'm going to die!"

Du Wei was calm and calm, exhaled smoke leisurely, and said in a teasing tone:

"Momoyo, if you regret it now, it's still too late. If you're afraid, go back quickly."

"No, don't, I want to protect the Sakurai family, I, I want to fight with you."

Sakurai Momoyo's voice was trembling, with a crying voice, mixed with the sound of teeth clinking, Du Weiguo smiled leisurely, with a relaxed tone:
"Fight with me? If you still need to deal with such a few miscellaneous fish, then I will be ashamed!"

At this moment, Ito Masaoyuki had already led someone 5 meters in front of him, and slowly stopped.

The big yellow tooth, now with a white cloth wrapped around his forehead, immediately moved to Masaoyuki Ito's side and whispered:

"Boss, it was him who took the initiative to provoke us, and even injured Kenji and the others."

Masayuki Ito's long and narrow eyes flashed a trace of cruelty. He also held a sword in his hand. He glanced at the samurai sword on Du Weiguo's shoulder, and said in a low voice:
"Who are you? Why do you want to provoke our Honda Club!"

Du Weiguo spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth expressionlessly, raised a hand, and said in a calm tone:

"Momoyo, you don't need to translate for me, you just tell them, either hit or get lost, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Momoyo behind him suddenly froze, stammered, and his crying became more and more obvious:

"First, sir, you, why did you provoke them on purpose, we can have a good talk~"

Du Weiguo's current persona is a Japanese-American who can only speak English but does not understand Japanese, while Momoyo volunteered to translate for him.

Du Weiguo sneered, with a teasing tone:

"Oh! Trying to reason with the robber is a very stupid way. Besides, you saw the ants crawling on the shoes, would you still discuss with the ants? Just trample to death!"

"But, but~wow~"

Momoyo was anxious and frightened, but didn't know what to say, so he burst into tears. Before Du Weiguo could speak, Ito Masayuki shouted:
"Bage Yalu, dare to ignore me, die!"

With force on his hind legs, his body sprinted forward, and he drew out the samurai sword in his hand like lightning, drawing a gorgeous half-moon light, cutting towards Du Weiguo's chest from bottom to top, from left to right.

One-knife style esoteric sword-drawing technique.

In the blink of an eye, a samurai sword with a sheath came first, like an iron rod, and slammed into his scarred face.

"Snapped!"

Masaoyuki Ito's ugly face instantly distorted, and even his eyeballs protruded. Like a broken sack, he took off directly, and then fell to the ground without a sound. He lost consciousness when he was in mid-air.

The glory of the family, the glory of the society, the glory of the sword, the fame and fortune, these have all disappeared one by one, and I am afraid it can only be realized in a dream.

At the same time as the scarred face was drawn, Du Weiguo snatched the gleaming knife from his hand, and it was heavy in his hand. The body of the knife has beautiful muscles and elegant curvature.

Just holding it in your hand, you can feel a chilly breath rushing towards your face, the eight-treasure sword, engraved with the word "fushen" in traditional Chinese.

"Fushen, what a knife!"

But Du Weiguo only had time to take a hasty glance, and the group of gangsters with straight-edged short knives rushed up with red eyes.

Needless to say, this group of Japanese gangsters are really reckless, at least they really dare to work hard.

"cut!"

Du Weiguo sneered, his eyes sharpened, he held the sheathed samurai sword in his left hand and the floating sword in his right hand, and charged directly at these gangsters.

"Clap clap~"

There was a burst of rhythmic beating sound like a gust of wind and rain, and it was endless. If you listened to it from a distance, you would think you were doing something very happy.

Du Weiguo's figure was like a ghost, dodging and moving among the crowd, avoiding all attacks perfectly.

The two knives in his hand were used as iron bars by him, and he bowed left and right, and each time he slammed the gangsters' faces fiercely.

But whenever he gets hit, he immediately changes beyond recognition, faints on the spot, has a mild concussion, and never runs away.

Du Weiguo's actions were very measured. If one of them didn't die, these guys would probably faint for several hours before waking up, and then lay in bed for a few days before going to the ground.

In just over 2 minutes, the black-clothed man who had already been lying on the ground in disorder, stood still with only his big yellow teeth still standing there.

At this time, his face was pale, his face was ashen, the short knife had fallen to the ground, and his crotch was wet. Du Weiguo curled his lips in disgust, and put the cold floating knife on his neck, with a harsh tone:

"Go, continue to call someone, I will wait here."

This time, Sakurai Momoyo came to his senses, and translated it in Japanese with trepidation, Dahuangya suddenly felt amnesty, nodded and bowed, turned around and wanted to leave.

With a flash of cold light, his left ear had been cut off by the Fushen knife, and he immediately let out a heart-piercing wail.

"Snapped!"

He was hit by the scabbard on the face, and several big yellow teeth fell out of his gums in an instant. Du Weiguo's tone was cold:
"See you next time, cut the other side."

Taodai translated in a crying voice, Dahuangya endured the severe pain, covered his ears with one hand, and his teeth with the other, and stumbled away. Du Weiguo bent down to pick up the scabbard floating on the ground, and put the knife back into the sheath.

With both knives resting on his shoulders, his steps were light, and he walked back lazily. Momodai looked at him blankly with eyes as bright as stars:
"First, sir, what about these people, what about these people?"

Du Weiguo said lazily: "Oh, don't worry, they are not dead, and they will wake up almost at dawn."

Momoyo trotted to keep up with Du Weiguo like a little rabbit, his tone full of admiration:
"Sir, are you a swordsman?"

The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth twitched, and his tone was joking:

"Jianhao? Of course not. I'm just an ordinary passenger with a bad temper. I wanted to soak in the warm spring, but I was disturbed by someone and I was a little angry."

Sakurai Momoyo has a rare big heart. At this moment, he has forgotten the fear just now and regained his cheerfulness:
"Sir, you are lying, ordinary passengers, I don't believe it, by the way, sir, do you want to continue taking a bath?"

Du Weiguo stopped suddenly, approached Momoyo, bent his body, and lowered his voice mysteriously:
"Momoyo, I'm curious, will you also serve in the bath?"

"Ah? Here, I don't~~"

Momoyo's face instantly turned red like a tomato, even his ears were red, and he rubbed the hem of his clothes uneasily, his beautiful big eyes were almost dripping water.

The girl Huaichun, Du Weiguo laughed heartily, carried the knife, and walked away slowly.

After returning to the room, Du Weiguo took a closer look at the Fushen knife again. This knife is extremely sharp, it can cut hair and cut gold and jade, not even inferior to his Xiaotang knife.

For this knife, go back to Hong Kong Island, find a master knife maker, and replace the tan, handle, rope, and tail of the Chinese blood, and it will be perfect.

After getting a treasured sword, Du Weiguo was in a good mood and played with it fondly, when there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

Soon Sakurai Risa's voice came in, very respectful and charming:
"Excuse me, sir, have you rested yet?"

Du Weiguo put away the Fushen Knife, and said in a calm tone, "What's the matter?"

Sakurai Risa's tone was slightly awkward:
"That's right, I just want to thank you, and I also want to ask if you have any orders."

Du Weiguo frowned, and in the middle of the night, this thank you was a bit charming, but he glanced at the sleeping big fox beside him, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's okay, I'm already lying down, you all go to rest."

Outside the door, Sakurai Risa, who was kneeling on the ground, showed obvious disappointment on her face, and Sakurai Yuki, who was beside her, also showed a frustrated expression.

How wonderful would it be for a man like Du Weiguo, who is like a god, to spend a good night with him, even if the womb is dark?
It's a pity, the Goddess is interested, the King of Xiang is ruthless, the two sisters looked gloomy, and just about to get up to leave, Du Weiguo's voice suddenly sounded again in the room:
"Oh, by the way, there is one thing that really needs your help."

The two women looked at each other, and were instantly overjoyed. It was rare for Sakurai Yuki to take the initiative:
"Sir, if you have any request, just tell us, and we will do it."

Du Weiguo's tone was very cold:
"Well, those hooligans lying outside the door, you go and put away their straight knives for me, I will use them tomorrow."

Sakurai Sisters: ...

After a while, Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt, and was just about to get up and go to sleep, when there were soft footsteps outside the door.

Du Weiguo frowned, feeling a little impatient, this is so fucking throwing himself into his arms, why is it going on forever?

"I've already said that I don't need your services."

"First, sir, it's me, Momoyo, although I haven't served in the bath, but if it's you, I~"

Momoyo's shy and timid soft voice sounded, and Du Weiguo's face turned dark. This kid's reflex arc is too long.

"No, I'm tired and need a rest."

"Oh, oh, I wish you good night."

Momoyo's tone was relieved, and at the same time, mixed with a trace of disappointment that couldn't be concealed.

The next day, in the early morning, Du Weiguo, who was still sleeping soundly, heard a burst of hurried footsteps going upstairs.

"Deng deng deng ~"

Du Weiguo frowned, opened his eyes, quickly turned over and sat up, and took the floating knife by the bed in his hand.

"Sir, sir, there are a lot of people outside the door, and they want to see you by name."

Momoyo's voice rang outside the door. Du Weiguo glanced at the big fox who was still sleeping soundly, and his mouth was helpless, his tone was very light:
"Understood, I'll come down now."

At this moment, outside the gate of Sakurai Hot Spring, there were dozens of sturdy men in black suits standing neatly.

The difference from those hooligans at the Honda Club yesterday was that although these people looked cold and stern today, they were not ostentatious, they were more calm, and they didn't foolishly turn out their shirt collars.

"Swipe~"

The door opened, and Du Weiguo came out lazily. He was still wearing the white Henry collar T-shirt, and he was pulling on the clogs.

Du Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth, his hair was a little disheveled, his eyes were sleepy, and he was doing nothing.

Facing such a large group of murderous burly men, Du Weiguo's tone was indeed calm:
"Who is looking for me?"

He still spoke English, but he didn't use Momoyo's translation. Among the men in black, a middle-aged man with a cold expression came out of the crowd, bowed and said calmly:

"Sir, hello, my name is Tsukamoto Chitora, the person in charge of the western part of the Kansai Yamaguchi-gumi Tian Okamoto-gumi."

He also spoke English, with a slight accent, but it was still fluent. Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally, with a lazy tone:
"Oh, what do you want me to do? I haven't washed my face so early in the morning. Tell me what you have to say."

Du Weiguo's tone was contemptuous, but Tsukamoto Chihuo did not change his face, his tone was still very calm and full of respect:

"Sir, those unsightly bastards at Honda's meeting yesterday disturbed your peace, and I came here specially to apologize to you."

"Oh? Make an apology?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, and Tsukamoto Chihuo nodded calmly:
"Yes, sir, bring it up!"

He waved his hand slightly to the back, and soon, a capable young man ran over with a small black wooden box in his arms.

"Sir, these are the ears and tongues of the envoy who came to the hot spring hotel yesterday to disturb the main messenger. It is our apology. I hope you will be satisfied."

Tsukamoto Chihu gently opened the wooden box, and there were three ears and two tongues inside, which were bloody and very disgusting.

Du Weiguo was expressionless, and his tone was flat: "Oh, okay, what else do you need?"

Tsukamoto Chitora bowed: "Sir, I would like to have a private talk with you, may I have the honor?"

(End of this chapter)