My aunt is a fox

"We, the Bamboo Union, invited you here to help coordinate the frequent armed fights that have broken out recently."

"The Yamashita Society took things they shouldn't have and was wiped out by our leader. We, the Bamboo Union, are not interested in the vacancy they left behind."

"But the large-scale fighting that broke out among you has already attracted the attention of the higher-ups. Everyone is just trying to make money. If the fighting continues, no one will be happy, whether it's the pension or the higher-ups' crackdown."

After Soichiro finished speaking, the bosses below were silent, waiting for his next words.

Li Muzhi didn't say anything, but after listening to him, he understood the general process. He and Arima Yashinobu wiped out the Yamashita Society in order to recover the hypnosis pocket watch.

After the fall of the Yamashita Gang, the territory they left behind sparked a fight between other gangs.

Soichiro has now come out to coordinate, using the power of the largest gang to redistribute the benefits.

Among them, the Bamboo Union will definitely take the biggest share, wait until the other gangs are beaten to a pulp, and then reap the fruits of victory without losing a single soldier.

Soichiro is worthy of being the deputy of the first gang, he is very calculating.

But the strength of the Bamboo Union is there, and everyone needs a step up, even if the profits they get will be less.

But if I could get paid without fighting, I naturally wouldn't refuse.

Originally, the development of events should have been the same as Soichiro planned.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Soichiro." Ono Taro suddenly said, "I'm afraid that this time, the Bamboo Union cannot make the decision on this matter."

"Wow." After he said that, everyone turned to look at him. Some were surprised, wondering why he dared to say such a thing.

There were also a few big guys who looked calm, as if they had expected this change.

"Ono." Soichiro's eyes fell on Ono Taro, like a beast staring at its prey: "Are you an enemy of the Bamboo Union?"

"No, no, no, I have no intention of offending the Bamboo Union." Ono Taro waved his hand hastily, and his eyes swept over several calm bosses: "I believe I am not the only one who has this idea."

The several bigwigs he saw looked normal and had no intention of voicing their support for him.

"We are the smallest here, so I'll be frank." Ono Taro said:

"We at the SCO have already cooperated with the Chizuru Shrine, and I believe that many of you have received the same invitation."

"I suggest that everyone speak out honestly about injustices, which can also reduce meaningless disputes."

After he finished speaking, his eyes swept across Soichiro's livid face, and finally landed on Li Muzhi, who was resting with his eyes closed: "Times have changed."

"It seems that the SCO wants to go into all-out war with the Bamboo Union." The dangerous aura from Soichiro gradually became stronger, like a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

The middle-aged man following behind Ono Taro suddenly stood up, and a powerful spiritual power surged out. The ordinary people present felt breathless in an instant and looked at him one after another.

There were also four people whose expressions did not change at all; they were the representatives of the shrine.

Soichiro was suppressed in an instant. The middle-aged man wanted to embarrass him. He felt his body losing control and fell backwards.

"Oops!" He knew that this was a show of force from the opponent, but his body was completely out of control.

At this moment, a hand supported him from behind.

Soichiro knew Li Muzhi and gave him a grateful look, but found that he had a strange expression.

Li Muzhi's expression was extremely awkward at this moment, as he was too familiar with Ono Taro's rhetoric.

Isn’t this what the vampire Nathalie said at the Onmyoji Leaders’ Conference?

The supernatural forces provide power support, and the secular forces act as white gloves, which is the model of parliament.

It seems that after these Yin-Yang Bureaus went back, they thought this matter was very tempting and really started to tinker with it.

The reason for choosing the underworld as the target is, of course, because the underworld generally will not seek help from the state and is easier to control.

"So Mr. Li is Young Master White Fox." The middle-aged man looked at Li Muzhi. Compared with his reputation in the underworld, Li Muzhi was more famous among Onmyojis. As the child of the Onmyoji Master Tsuchimikado Setsuna, in the eyes of outsiders, he was the future Onmyoji Master.

The middle-aged man's tone was quite polite. He bowed to Li Muzhi and said, "It seems that Seimei Shrine is not immune to this."

Li Muzhi shook his head: "I only represent myself, not the Seimei Shrine."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "In that case, how about we use the Yin-Yang Master's way to resolve the dispute?"

Li Muzhi had no idea what the Yin-Yang Master's method was, so he just kept silent at this time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the middle-aged man showed a bit of contempt in his eyes and said to Ono Taro: "Let's go, there will be no result today, and the underworld structure will be reshuffled."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and left with Ono Taro without looking back.

At this time, at the entrance of the nightclub, Millie was holding a steel pipe in her left hand and a machete in her right hand, and asked the secretary in black silk with a smile: "When gangsters solve problems, is it better to use a steel pipe to blow their heads off, or to chop them into meat paste with a knife?"

Chapter 528 Godfather Li Muzhi

"God... Lord God." The secretary in black silk stockings was trembling: "This is Kabukicho, the most prosperous place in Tokyo.

Moreover, this is the territory of the Bamboo Union. If we kill someone in front of their door, we will definitely be held accountable.”

"Not the Lord God." Millie waved her hand: "Call me team leader, we are members of the underworld now."

"But..." The secretary in black stockings turned pale and was thinking of an excuse to convince the Lord God.

Being targeted by the Bamboo Union, Millie is not afraid because she is the chief priest of the Yamato Shrine, but she is just an ordinary person.

A sniper rifle or something like that could easily take her life. Even if Millie was willing to protect her, it was impossible for her to be there for her 24 hours a day.

Before she could think of an excuse, a voice came from behind her: "Two girls, are you standing here looking for a job?"

The person who spoke was Ono Taro, who was looking at the two of them with a smile. Behind them stood a middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament.

He left the meeting early and saw two girls with nice figures at the door.

At this time, he was hesitating at the entrance of Kabukicho, obviously trying to find a job to supplement the family income.

He was taking out his business card and was about to hand it over.

"It's me, it's me~ Taro, don't you remember me?" Millie turned around, ran over with a smile, and greeted Ono Taro enthusiastically.

Taro Ono was stunned and looked carefully, then he recognized that they were the two women who had visited him a few days ago.

It was too dark outside that day and her face was covered in blood, so I couldn't recognize her at first.

Seeing that it was these two people, he immediately put on a smiling face and said, "So it's you two. Excuse me, if there's nothing else, I'll leave."

A master from the Chizuru Shrine is standing behind him. Just now, his aura alone scared the famous white fox so much that it dared not say a word.

He no longer liked the two women, but he had no intention of offending them, so he said his greetings and was about to leave.

Seeing that he was quite polite, the secretary with black silk stockings breathed a sigh of relief. As the old saying goes, one should not hit someone who smiles at him. It seemed that there would be no bloody scene today.

"That won't do." Millie smiled and said, "I came here specially to see you."

"I don't have anything to talk to the lady about." Ono Taro was feeling very proud, but seeing Millie was pestering him, he assumed it was about the alliance they had formed two days ago, so his tone became less polite. Even if he disguised himself well, he was still a gangster.

He also wanted to remind the woman in front of him that the Chizuru Shrine was standing behind him.

But suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of me, before I could hear any sound.

"Crack." The sound of bones breaking was heard outside the luxuriously decorated nightclub.

Half of Ono Taro's head was missing.

Millie held the steel pipe in her left hand, smiling.

"Bastard!" the middle-aged man shouted, forming seals with his hands, and spiritual energy surrounded his body.

"Puchi." The sound of entering flesh was heard.

The middle-aged man looked at the long knife on his chest in disbelief, then looked up at Millie, his eyes full of confusion.

Millie drew out her long knife, smiled, and chopped it down from top to bottom.

"Plop." The female secretary in black stockings sat down on the ground.

Blood began to flow along the indentations in the ornate decoration of the ground.

"Ah!!!" The people around finally reacted and burst into screams.

At this time, in the Japanese-style room at the innermost part of the nightclub.

After Ono Taro left, the others also said goodbye and left in a hurry.

Compared with when I came here, I am less afraid of the Bamboo Union.

After all, he was attacked by someone, but he remained silent. Everyone could see that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Everyone knows that the underworld landscape will be reshuffled, and the previous power can no longer be used as a standard of measurement. They also need to go back quickly and find a backer in order to survive in the new era.

Seeing that most of the people had left, Soichiro came up to Li Muzhi and whispered, "President, what should we do next?"

Li Muzhi glanced at him with a strange expression. How could he know what to do next?

He just came to work, and he clearly agreed before getting on the bus that he just had to sit still and not move.

Now that an accident has happened, I have come to find him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Soichiro asked again in a low voice: "They said, according to the rules of Onmyoji, what are the specific rules?"

Li Muzhi's mouth twitched. He didn't know any rules. He was not an Yin-Yang master, so he could only wave his hand: "Don't panic."

"But the president is not here now..." Soichiro was really anxious. The most important thing in the underworld is face, which is the basis of survival. Now that he is being bullied, the acting president still looks calm and composed.

This made him begin to doubt whether Arimami had entrusted the task to the wrong person.

Li Muzhi was thinking in his heart that the current situation was completely different from what was agreed upon. With Ma Mizhiku helping him many times, it was impossible for him to just walk away. However, if he continued to participate in this matter, he would have to pay more.

He was thinking about how to bring up the issue of extra money.

There were hurried footsteps outside, and a young lady in a kimono ran over with a terrified look on her face: "Oh no, President, someone was killed at our door."

"Asshole!" Soichiro slammed the table and stood up, which was already rubbing the face of the Bamboo Union on the ground.

"Let's go out and take a look first." Li Muzhi frowned slightly and did not mention the issue of adding money for the time being.

When the two of them walked to the gate, the big guys who had just appeared gathered in front of them one by one, and no one left.

When they saw the two people coming out, they spontaneously made way for them, bowed slightly, and their eyes were full of fear.

Li Muzhi and Soichiro were also puzzled. As the crowd dispersed, the situation in front appeared in front of them.

Li Muzhi has experienced dozens of battles, big and small, and has seen a lot of corpses.

Seeing this scene still makes me feel nauseous.

There was a lot of dirt on the ground in the distance, and it was obvious that many people had vomited around. The air was filled with a sweet smell of blood and a sour smell of vomit, which made people feel extremely physically uncomfortable.