Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The smell of alcohol, the smell of women's powder, and the subtle but irreplaceable smell of sweat mixed together to form a very bad and turbid air.

There were people with red eyes, yelling hysterically, staring at the shaking dice on the table. Then, after the dust settled, they collapsed to the ground as if all the bones in their bodies had been pulled out, and their eyes had completely lost their life.

The lucky ones laughed and greedily took the chips in front of them. Then, dreaming of getting rich, they once again bet all their fortunes on the game.

There are hot beauties snuggling with gamblers who look gorgeously dressed. After the sponsor wins money, a handful of Japanese yen will be stuffed into the white gap on her chest, causing bursts of giggles.

There was an unlucky guy who lost everything and was carried out by the Yakuza in black suits, mumbling nonsense. No one knew what his fate would be.

Life of decadence and extravagance is nothing more than this.

This is a casino.

It is a den of vengeance that can best exploit the weaknesses of human nature.

The one who makes a lot of money is always the dealer.

The brothels outside were not of low quality, but this casino seemed a bit ordinary in comparison. Although there were many well-dressed gamblers, the noisy environment and the constant shouting seemed a bit low-class.

Those who are truly rich and powerful will not come here to have fun.

Fujimura Chiha turned to Uesugi Kiyoshi and raised her voice.

“Sir, I work here.”

"I work as a waiter here. The cult that woman believes in seems to be held in a deeper place, but I have never been there."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded, looked around, and immediately saw a muscular man in a floral shirt walking towards them.

This man was followed by several ferocious Yakuza, who walked in a very arrogant manner. It was obvious that their target was Uesugi Kiyoshi and his group.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Qianyu is here?"

"Master Mingkong wants to see you, come with me quickly."

He didn't care much about Uesugi Kiyoshi, but instead had an abnormal enthusiasm for Fujimura Chiba.

Judging from the tone and momentum of his voice, this should be a leader.

When Fujimura Chiba saw the floral shirt, she subconsciously shrank back in fear, but when she thought of the God behind her, her fear disappeared.

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"No, I'm not going."

"I'm here to resign. I'm leaving Kyoto."

As soon as these words were spoken, the man in the flowered shirt's expression changed slightly.

He looked at Fujimura Chiha with a forced smile and made a clicking sound.

"This is too sudden - Qianyu, did I pay you too little?"

"You can ask any questions you have. We can discuss anything. Your mother is still working for me. How can you leave on your own?"

At the same time, he winked, and several men in black suits immediately dispersed and surrounded the few people.

Fujimura Chiha pursed her lips and subconsciously looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Following her gaze, the man in the flowered shirt also noticed Uesugi Kiyoshi's presence.

He snorted, pushed Fujimura Chiba away, took a step forward, stared down at Uesugi Kiyoshi, and spoke in a somewhat ferocious tone.

"I didn't see you just now, who are you?"

"Does Qianyu rely on you?"

"A little kid? Do you know where this is? Do you know what you are doing?"

"Get out of here now, or I'll leave your body in the Kamogawa tomorrow!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned, stretched out his hand, and stopped the spit that was sprayed towards him, with a look of disgust on his face.

Seeing this, Ueno Sanishi hurriedly handed over a handkerchief. Uesugi Kiyoshi took it, wiped his face with it, and then wiped his hands vigorously. The contempt in his eyes was self-evident.

At the same time, he spoke slowly, with a teasing tone.

"Are all the gangs in Kyoto like you, idiots who don't follow the rules and only know how to scare people?"

"Guansai Barbarian, the name suits his character."

"Why, after the threats, are you going to just take action?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi had just finished pretending to be a charlatan, but the awe-inspiring aura of the Lord of a Hundred Demons still remained on him, making him speak and act more fearlessly than usual.

He started off by slandering the region, which was full of gunpowder. The love-hate relationship between the people of Kansai and Kanto in Japan could fill more than a dozen books, and it was common for them to look down on each other.

Uesugi Kiyoshi came here just to find trouble. He was born in Hokkaido and had nothing to do with Kansai or Kanto. He just wanted to piss off the man in the flowered shirt and see what was behind him.

Of course, he couldn't alert the enemy now. The extraordinary forces he deployed were not in place yet. If he scared the enemy away, it would be a lot of hard work.

He looked so arrogant that the man in the flowered shirt seemed a little suspicious.

As mentioned before, momentum does exist, and it is like an upgraded version of "temperament".

A person who has been in a high position for a long time will attract people's attention with his every move even if he is wearing plain clothes.

Even if a person of humble status suddenly becomes rich, his behavior and conduct will still make people see that he is shabby.

The man in the flowered shirt was able to make it in the underworld. He was a shrewd person. As soon as he saw him, he felt that there was something wrong with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

His hands were stained with blood and human lives had been lost. If a child of his age was frightened by him, he would probably have become panic-stricken and at a loss.

Those who don't care and instead respond sharply are either idiots or have the confidence.

The person in front of me doesn't look like an idiot

There was no fear in the look he gave her, but rather a kind of superior amusement, as if she was watching a clown show.

He was familiar with this look.

He had the same expression when he was toying with his defeated opponents and watching them kneel at his feet.

He looked back at one of his men and waved his hand in the flowered shirt.

Someone immediately ran to the back, apparently to report the news.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't care. He believed in the speed of his friends. It wouldn't be long before this place was surrounded from the outside and he could make a big scene.

Now, it's just foreplay.

"To make a long story short, I'm here to take Qianyu away."

"If you know what's best for you, pay me my salary and I'll take my people away without arguing with you."

"If you don't know what's best for you."

"Haha, let's try it out. Whose body will be found in the Kamo River tomorrow?"

The man in the flowered shirt was suspicious in his heart, but he did not look down on himself.

He sneered and reached for his waist.

"I thought it was a rookie from there, but it seems like they are from the same group."

"A Kanto man? A rich young man from Tokyo?"

"Outsider, have you heard the saying that a powerful dragon cannot suppress a local snake?"

"Want to take someone away?"

"Ask if you agree to this!"

A revolver was held in the hand of the man in the floral shirt. The metal body of the gun shone with a cold light, which was extremely dazzling.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile became subtle and excited.

"Does that mean you're going to resort to violence?"

Chapter 327 Gambling

Uesugi Kiyoshi just glanced at the revolver that looked more like a work of art without even raising his eyelids.

Not to mention that revolvers are the tears of time and old firearms with a short killing range, even if the man in the flowered shirt was holding a submachine gun, he would not be afraid at all.

At the beginning, when he had just awakened the Inugami Scroll, a sniper bullet could not take his life.

Now, he is a thousand times stronger than before, and at least when facing firearms, he has the confidence to completely ignore them.

"Oh, you have good taste. But do the current Kyoto jidai use this kind of antique to kill people?"

"You are indeed a remnant of the old times, an old stubborn man who refuses to change."

Kansai, Osaka and Kyoto urban areas represent half of Japan's traditional culture, while the Tokyo urban area represents the emerging forces in Kanto. It is normal for the old and the old to clash and look down on each other.

The more Uesugi Kiyoshi said this, the more suspicious and surprised Huashanzi became.

Something is not right.

Even with a gun pointed at his head, this kid's eyes remained the same, without even a hint of fear.

This look was so scary. It was clearly him who was holding the gun, but it seemed as if he was the one holding the power of life and death.

How is this going? !

Is this little devil a monster? !

This kid looks like a gangster - are all these perverts active in the underworld in Kanto?

We haven't been able to attack Guanxi for such a long time. Thank you so much for showing mercy!

His emotions were turbulent, and he didn't dare to take any action.

The man in the flowered shirt is the person in charge of this casino, but he is not the behind-the-scenes boss of this "industrial chain". He was able to climb to this position not by being brave and ruthless, but by doing things with a meticulous mind.

His thoughts raced through his mind, and the man in the flowered shirt's expression changed as he put on a hypocritical smile.

"what"

"It's just a joke. We welcome guests here. Everyone who comes in is a friend. It's just that we, the people from Guanxi, have a more enthusiastic way of greeting. You'd better get used to it sooner or later."

The man in the flowered shirt did not show any sign of weakness in his words.

He rolled his eyes and slowly lowered his revolver, his smile becoming a little more enthusiastic.