Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

It’s a bit unfair!

Although he thought so in his heart, he certainly couldn't show it on his face.

"Time is limited, so I'll make it short. You guys go now and go to this address. Tell me my name and wait for me to come back."

Uesugi Kiyoshi told the address of the collectors' association and waved his hand.

"Fuyao said that you are all her trusted subordinates and also her devout believers, and you can borrow her power."

"Then I'll leave the rest to you."

The graceful masked woman in front of him nodded neatly, said "yes", and then turned into a green light and flew away.

Uesugi Kiyoya returned to his body and opened his eyes.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked out of the building in a few steps. Regardless of the rain, he got on the Kawasaki Ninja that Kudo Yuichi had borrowed from him, stepped on the accelerator, and headed straight for the Dongwenhui’s headquarters.

Chapter 212 Hongmen Banquet

The room was dark and cramped, with the windows open.

The damp cold wind rushed in, making a horrible humming sound like the roar of a ghost, or like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws.

The room was very empty, with only a futon in it.

In front of the futon is a small shrine placed on a high table.

The shrine was a bit dilapidated and old, made of wood, and time had left indelible marks of carving on it.

I don’t know if it’s because of the rain, but the whole shrine is wet, as if it had just been fished out of the water.

There was a figure kneeling on the mat.

He was wearing a meticulously groomed suit common among Japanese office workers. His graying hair was combed back behind his head. He had deep facial features and a serious expression. He wore a badge on his chest, which was a symbol of his status as a government official.

only.

The left half of his face was rosy and full of vigor like that of a young man, while the right half was covered with wrinkles and looked haggard like that of an old man in his twilight years.

Half beauty and half bones, one eye innocent and the other eye dull.

He was like two people of different ages, with half of the body taken from each and glued together. His whole body exuded a terrifying sense of emptiness and abruptness.

It looks like a murderous monster pieced together from corpses by a mad scientist, or like an alien species that is struggling to resist the ravages of time.

This figure just kept bowing mechanically, muttering something to the damp and dark shrine.

"You are the shadow of the ocean, you are the lord of the abyss."

"You are the ancient god who has lived forever. You are the immortal king who is not afraid of time."

"You are the source of life in the ocean. You are the star-loving companion of Master Myojin."

"The Supreme Dharani Authority, the Avalokitesvara of Huiluo Hall"

"I would like to go to the deep sea of ​​your kingdom of God, offer my soul and body, and pray for eternal life."

An obscure and mysterious prayer was recited repeatedly by the worshipper. I don't know if it was an illusion, but as he recited, the moisture on the shrine became heavier and heavier. Soon, water was dripping from it.

The dripping water droplets were dark green, like moldy moss, with a milky white dull glow that could be associated with dirt at a glance.

The one who prays is Yamamoto Yu, who has deep roots in the police force, has followers in both the National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department, and is backed by the Democratic Party. He has a successful career and holds an important position in the National Police Agency.

Half of his body looked abnormally old, but the other half was normal. This might be the terminal illness that Kudo Yuichi had discovered that he was suffering from.

No wonder he ran around seeking medical treatment but to no avail. This strange symptom is definitely not something that an ordinary doctor can cure.

Suddenly, the prayers accelerated, the voices almost became a single line, and the dark and indescribable statue in the shrine began to tremble violently. Countless dark green liquids gathered in front of Yamamoto Yu and turned into a small puddle that solidified but did not disperse.

After bowing devoutly, Yamamoto Yu scooped up the suspicious liquid with both hands and drank it without hesitation.

Immediately, his expression became extremely ferocious, and a suppressed beast-like roar came from his throat. However, this process did not last long, and Yamamoto Yu underwent a change as if he was reborn.

The wrinkles on his skin slowly smoothed out, like ironed clothes, and half of his pale face regained its color, even a little rosy, and the skinny look was gone. He seemed to be ten years younger - he was almost sixty years old this year, but looked like a strong man in his forties.

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the power filling him up, took a long breath, coughed heavily a few times, then slowly stood up, bowed to the shrine a few more times, and then respectfully closed the door of the shrine.

When he turned around again, his face had become gloomy and cruel.

Just at this moment, the phone rang.

He answered the phone woodenly.

"Master Yamamoto, we received a video from Master Yamamoto."

"It was sent by the little devil from the Kudo family."

"We dare not restore it without permission. Please take a look."

The tone of his voice clearly shows that he is a lackey.

"Send it over."

There was no emotion in Yamamoto Yu's tone. After giving the order, he hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, after a vibration, he swiped the screen of his phone.

A video was sent over. From the moment Yamamoto Ryosuke attacked Kudo Yu, to his failure, to his transformation into a scaly monster, and finally to his detention in the holding room, everything was recorded clearly, no matter how big or small.

After watching the video on fast forward, Yamamoto Yu's expression remained calm, as if the person in the video was not his son.

Finally, a photo suddenly popped up.

There were a few lines of Japanese printed on it.

"He abandoned his human identity, secretly colluded with ghosts and gods, and used the power of the mystical ritual as a shortcut to gain extraordinary power. I have all the evidence."

"Mr. Yamamoto, if you want to hold the press conference tomorrow as scheduled, then..."

"I will make all of this public."

"By that time, how many people will still stand firmly on the side of the Yamamoto family?"

These words made no sense. Yamamoto Yu just glanced at them, sneered, and didn't take them to heart at all.

These are of course the work of Yuichi Kudo.

Of course, he didn't send these things to make Yamamoto Yu give up, he just wanted to provide cover for Uesugi Kiyoshi.

In this way, Yamamoto Yu's attention may be focused on the Kudo family. He will take great pains to prepare for tomorrow's press conference attended by many senior officials from police agencies, and will focus his main attention on the Collectors Association. Then the pressure on Uesugi Kiyoshi will be greatly reduced.

This is Kudo Yuichi's purpose.

He achieved his goal.

Yamamoto Yu pondered for a while and dialed a number.

After a few rings, the call was connected.

The voice of the person on the other end was low, like the muffled thunder on a rainy day, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Is there anything wrong, Yamamoto-san?"

"If you're alright, can I call you to keep in touch?"

"Humph"

"Help me prepare the [Follower Snake]."

"Has Meilin come back? If not, ask her to come back quickly."

"I will hold a press conference at the mansion on the banks of the Arakawa River tomorrow and will summon the top brass of the police system. I will infect them all with the Serpent of the Familiar and turn them into servants of my Lord!"

"By the way, we can also overflow the Arakawa River and mix it with the high concentration of the power of the mystic ritual to at least temporarily pollute the Arakawa area!"

"Ryosuke has been caught. It's no use taking things slow. We can only strike with lightning speed."

"It just so happens that the Collectibles Association's President, the Kid, has gone to Kyoto to report on his work, and I have also transferred the Tokyo captain of the Shinsengumi. The supernatural power in the entire Tokyo is very weak. This is a good opportunity to start an uprising!"

"Take your men and guard the altar. Don't make any mistakes!"

The thunderous sound paused and agreed, "You are too anxious. Okay."

"I'll be ready"

"But don't forget what you promised us!"

Yamamoto Xiong said with a cold face, "Don't worry, I won't forget it."

"The body is yours, but the faith is mine!"

Chapter 213 New Dongwen

The headquarters of the Touwenhui was previously attacked by Uesugi Kiyoshi and his men, who fought a deadly battle with the demon of Oeyama. The walls collapsed and the ground sank, and the headquarters suffered varying degrees of damage. However, with financial support, it was repaired quickly.

The Japanese-style courtyard has become as deep and Zen-like as ever, especially with the rain all over the sky, which makes the courtyard solemn and lonely.

There was still a team of people in black suits lined up at the door - they were the gatekeepers.

Perhaps because their way of making a fortune is not quite legitimate and cannot be presented in public, Japanese gangs pay special attention to their appearance in certain scenarios.

Uesugi Kiyoshi drove at full speed all the way and soon arrived at the gate of the Dongwenhui headquarters.

After getting off the car and tidying up his appearance, he quickly stepped into the gate of the Dongwenhui.

With a casual glance, he found that there were few familiar faces of those people in black suits at the door. This was understandable. When a new king ascends the throne, he always promotes his confidants, especially since Maki Touwen is determined to reform the Touwen Society and completely clean up the industry left by his father, completing the transformation from Yakuza to aristocratic family - in fact, this is neither difficult nor easy, and it requires time, opportunity, and an excellent helmsman, none of which can be missing.

The unfamiliar men in black suits at the door saw Uesugi Kiyoshi walk in arrogantly. They put on a ferocious face and wanted to rush over to chase him away, but they were immediately glared at by the leader, the man in sunglasses, and they glared back.

The man in sunglasses who was standing at the door meticulously and straight seemed to know Uesugi Kiyoshi. He forced a fawning smile on his fleshy face, came closer, bowed 90 degrees, and greeted loudly.

"Lord Uesugi! Hello! You've worked hard!"

With someone taking the lead, those in black suits followed suit, creating an alarming momentum.

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned and nodded slightly as a greeting - he had been in contact with gangs a lot and was gradually getting used to these rules. If he was a little more humble at this moment, these gang members would probably get flustered, thinking that they had done something wrong and become extremely terrified.

He pointed at his motorcycle without hesitation, motioning the Yakuza to help park it, and then asked a few questions casually.

"Well, you've worked hard too. Are you from the Amamiya group?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi thought the man in sunglasses looked familiar, maybe they had met each other a few times. The Fujimura Group and the Amemiya Group were both direct subordinates of Touwen Jue, who supported Touwen Maki in times of crisis. Now their status in the Touwen Association has risen, and they have become Touwen Maki's confidant. Uesugi Kiyoshi might have met this man in sunglasses at some time, but he certainly couldn't remember every minor character like him.

The man in sunglasses was a little flattered. He bent down even lower and replied respectfully, "Yes, I am Yamada from the Amamiya Group! I have seen you wield a sword before."