"What does it matter to us if your family members die?" Caesar said coldly, "Even if your family has a grand wedding with free champagne, you don't have to insist on inviting the guests when they have repeatedly refused, right?"
"I said, this is a last-ditch battle for the Sheqi family. Behind us is not water but an abyss!" Fuma Kotaro stared into Caesar's eyes.
"We will never give up until we get this thing. Even if we fail to achieve our goal tonight, you can't escape our surveillance. Shinjuku is the strongest territory in our hands. Here, the Sheqi Eight Families have countless properties. Every year in Shinjuku Provide one-third of the income to the Sheqi family. This is a black area that even the Metropolitan Police Department dare not intervene in. It is our safe, and you are in our safe now, so you'd better obey."
"Does that mean there's nothing to talk about?" Caesar shrugged.
"Gentlemen! Please let the elites from the academy headquarters see our "backward" awareness! "Fuma Kotaro shouted.
Hundreds of Remingtons were loaded at the same time, with a uniform sound, and the men with guns began to take aim. At the same time, from the rooftops of the buildings on both sides of the street, dozens of dark red laser lines lit up, projected on Caesar's gun from all directions. On his hand, it seemed as if a dark red spider web was woven in an instant.
That is the aiming baseline for the laser sight.
There are actually elite snipers among the eight Sheqi families, and they occupy all the nearby commanding heights.
"I have understood the sharpness of this headquarters. The previous thought of looking down on the chief team of this headquarters has long since disappeared. You are all samurai who sacrifice their lives. I have no doubt about this." Fuma Kotaro slowly knelt down and sat in the stagnant water. Untying the kimono, "The awareness we want to show you is not about force, but this!"
He pulled out the black short knife from his belt and slowly placed it in front of him. The handle of the knife was tied to the scabbard with a delicate red rope and tied with a complicated flower knot.
Over there, Sakurai Nanami, Ryoma Genichiro and Miyamoto Shiwei all knelt down in the storm, pulling out ancient swords of about the same length from their waists, with serious and solemn expressions.
"This...is this going to commit seppuku?" Xia Mi was confused by this group of Japanese.
The swords taken out by the four heads of the eight Sheqi families are undoubtedly a weapon called "Huai Jian". Its shape is extremely simple, with a straight blade, a blade as thin as paper, a black wooden scabbard, and black wood. There is a golden rivet on the handle. Originally this was a "book knife" used to carve on bamboo wood.
Later, it evolved into an ornament worn by nobles. It was completely unsuitable for fighting. Its only use was to commit seppuku.
It is unimaginable that gang leaders living in modern Japan would carry swords day and night, unless they have the consciousness of death.
"Please, gentlemen! This matter is not only related to the future of the Sheqi Hakashi family! It is also the future of Japan! We are already prepared. If we cannot survive this crisis safely, we will die!"
The three heads of the Sheqi Eighth Family and one acting head all bowed down in the heavy rain: "For the sake of righteousness! Please come with us!"
There was dead silence, only the sound of wind and rain could be heard. The gang members who surrounded every intersection in all directions knelt down and worshiped with their boss.
Chu Zihang looked at Caesar, who spread his hands and shrugged, probably meaning: "What the hell, I don't understand the situation."
But the current situation is already clear.
Fuma Kotaro used these four swords to show that the Sheqi Eighth Family will never give in on this matter. If they cannot be suppressed by force, they can even lower their proud heads and sacrifice their dignity to plead for Caesar's help. They will not hesitate to do so. own life...
"Old sir, please get up. Sir, please get up. You don't have to be polite. You don't have to risk your lives with us. We are all people who persuade others with virtue. Why can't we sit down and have a good talk?"
Fingel took a step forward, lifted Fuma Kotaro up with both hands, patted his kimono, and patted Fuma Kotaro's shoulders with the standard of an ancient hero "thirsty for talents"...
Fuma Kotaro stared blankly at the German 250, a little confused.
He has been sitting in the position of the head of the Feng Mo family for a hundred years, and has never compromised his dignity by bending his knees in front of countless gang members.
As the leader of the ninja organization, most of the time he doesn't show up at all. When he has to meet with a capable subordinate, he makes an appointment in a parking lot.
Subordinates will receive a parking space number, park their cars in the designated parking space, and wait silently.
Fuma Kotaro's arrival was sudden, and the parking lot was switched to "closed" in an instant. Fuma Kotaro's black car came silently and slid into the parking space next to it.
With the car window down, Fuma Kotaro would sit in the car and say a few words to his subordinates. The subordinates would bow with tears of gratitude and swear a poisonous oath to express their loyalty to the organization at the risk of their lives if they were favored by the Fengmo family master.
If he hadn't been forced to do so, he wouldn't have knelt down and begged in front of his men.
He has made a decision in his heart. If these young people from the headquarters are still ignorant... he will order an attack even if he loses several family heads!
But the attitude of the German in front of him seemed to be that the adults did not remember the faults of the villain, and magnanimously forgave Fuma Kotaro and the others for their transgression, and he was also considerate of Fuma Kotaro's old age.
Got involved.
One moment it seemed like they were still in a Dahe opera where a samurai commits seppuku for loyalty, and the next moment they jumped to the section "Yan Yan Yan" in the Sichuan Opera "Zhang Fei Crosses Bazhou". Of course, Fingel played Zhang Fei and Fuma Kotaro played Yan Yan. Yan.
Fingel's powerful slap on the shoulder reminded people of Emperor Shizong of the Ming Dynasty's poem "Sending Mao Bowen" which said "I undressed my shirt with the general" and so on...
From the beginning to the end, the German old man cowered to one side and screamed in terror such as "It's so scary"... Although it was produced by the same department, Fuma Kotaro didn't see half of the mixed-race elite's demeanor in him.
Even if Kotaro Fuma wants to show respect, he should only show respect to the killer holding a knife in front of him and the Italian mafia holding a gun in both hands, right?
How active is this guy?
Who is this?
Where did it come from?
A random passerby?
Even Fuma Kotaro couldn't help but want to complain.
"It's raining so hard, let's help the old gentleman into the house to talk!" Fingel waved his hand.
Caesar's eyes lit up: That's right!
Although he looks inconspicuous, Fingel is indeed the vice-principal's direct disciple, and is suitable for playing the role of "chicken thief strategist".
This move forced Fuma Kotaro into a dilemma.
The wind demon shows his sword and kneels in the rain as the head of the family. This is a Japanese tragic drama route. It shows that the eight Sheqi families have the last resort. On the one hand, they have a little "righteousness", and on the other hand, they are intimidating every step of the way.
As the commissioner of the headquarters, Caesar must give an answer.
Of course, if the answer is not what Feng Mo wants, then the next step will be to perform a full martial arts exercise.
The problem is that the mission to Japan should not have been so complicated in the first place. Caesar did not receive any instructions from the principal about "exploring the secrets hidden in the Japanese branch."
This kind of instruction must be given to Chu Zihang, the principal's special correspondent. At least Caesar himself doesn't know about it.
He could only stare, but what conclusion could he draw from staring?
They knew that the Japanese branch had secrets and did not want to be involved in the whirlpool, so they planned to wait until the principal's special plane came to pick them up, and then leave Japan quickly.
But for the current Japanese branch, the headquarters team must never leave Japan. They carry something with them that no one knows.
If they plan to leave Japan forcibly, what they will face is not the Japanese branch's good-natured negotiations and the righteous persecution of committing suicide, but the Japanese branch's direct break with the headquarters.
Then they will do one with the Japanese branch.
But this is unwise.
Looking for trouble with local snakes in Japan?
The Gattuso family is not willing to do this kind of loss-making business!
So the final result can only be a stalemate.
Fingel invited Feng Mo to "come into the house to talk", which instantly resolved all conflicts.
If Fuma Kotaro doesn't follow them into the house and start a fight, he will
I lost my reputation as a righteous person in front of thousands of younger brothers.
Among the Japanese gangs, "righteousness" is a very important thing.
According to "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword" written by Ms. Benedict, which studies Japanese social ethics, it is difficult to move forward without such a thing as "righteousness" in the traditional Japanese concept.
Loyalty to the emperor is a righteousness, loyalty to the shogunate is also a righteousness, betrayal of the monarch is a righteousness of "ending the war", and defecting to Takae is a righteousness of "admiring the strong"...
In short, the boss is the embodiment of justice. The boss who loses his righteous stance is worse than a piece of shit.
And if Fuma Kotaro follows them into Takamagahara...
You must have heard this song: "If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with a shotgun~"
Melodious and tight.
"I...I haven't set foot in a romantic place for many years! Please tell us the answers we want here!"
Fuma Kotaro also thought clearly about this joint, and was decisively prepared to resist, hoping to be freed from Fingel's procrastination.
"We are by no means a place for romance! We are a new type of health club for senior working women to reduce stress and relax!" Fingel insisted.
"Hasn't Gao Tianyuan never received male guests?" Feng Mo was helpless.
"We're not cowherds, it's always okay to just have a drink!" Fingel said it to a high level. Although Gu Bei did have the idea of letting these three guys be cowherds, so far few of them have No guests were received.
If I had to say it, it should be the Cowherd brand new unopened limited edition.
However, the credibility of this statement is not high. After all, Fuma Kotaro has eyes, and he can clearly see what the three of them are wearing.
Purple cardigan suit, semi-sheer kimono and belt.
Are you telling me that you are not a cowherd?
I'm afraid my wise life will be ruined by you!
Feng Mo Kotaro tried his best to resist, and Fingel's eyes signaled Chu Zihang and Caesar to help.
"Gentlemen... we really have compelling reasons. If you persist, blood will inevitably flow between us." Feng Mo lowered his voice.
"Shit! Are you playing tricks on us? Do you know who I am?"
Fingel smiled mischievously.
"You should also ask your juniors who have not been in the headquarters, what level is Fingel von Flins in the headquarters? Who wants to play tricks on our news department in the headquarters? Who is not giving us news? Is it useless?"
At the end of the sentence, he actually laughed out loud.
"Old sir, you and I are rivals in chess, so we have to have some fun."
"We will silence you all here, and the headquarters will not know about it!" Fuma Kotaro said viciously.
"Stop talking nonsense! Do you think I really believe you will commit seppuku with a sword in your hand?"
Fingel grunted.
"It's just a prop to show to the subordinates to boost morale! The leader will carry the sword and the morale of the whole army will be increased by 12 points or something. It's a little trick! If you dare to give the order, I can guarantee that "The gang leader died tragically in a fight with a weapon in a red card in Shinjuku The news about "In front of the Cowherd Club" will be on the homepage tomorrow! "
Fuma Kotaro's expression changed. "Died tragically due to a weapon fight" was nothing. "In front of a certain Red Card Cowboy Club in Shinjuku" really hit his soft spot.
"He can do it," Xia Mi covered her mouth and snickered. "Although I haven't officially enrolled in school yet, I also know that only when it comes to lack of moral integrity, you can completely trust Senior Fingel."
Fingel was not happy: "This is slander! I, the Fingel people, gave me the nickname "Loyal, kind and honest man, honest and reliable young man". If you, my junior fellow student, slander me again, I will destroy your intimacy with Junior Brother Chu." Post the photo to the college forum to make you famous before you even enroll! "
Chu Zihang: "What does it have to do with me... When did you take the photo?"
Like magic, Fingel took out a camera from nowhere and put it back: "Don't underestimate the basic skills of the paparazzi, Hun Dan!"
"No, no, no, no paparazzi in this world except you has such basic skills." Caesar complained.
Xia Mi quite agreed: "Senior, I think your nickname should be changed to "The mountains collapse, the earth splits, the water flows back, the gods are shaken and the ghosts are worried." "
A group of people over there started making noise among themselves, but Fuma Kotaro felt a chill in his heart, thinking about something in his mind.
No one is willing to give in. The two sides seem to be hooking each other, but in fact they are still separated by swords.
Finally, Fuma Kotaro couldn't hold on any longer.
He has spent enough time here, Yuan Zhisheng is still waiting for the family meeting, and he has no more time to waste here.
There are only two options right now:
1. Just retreat.
2. The swords and weapons are facing each other.
How to choose?
Fuma Kotaro's eyes became colder and colder, murderous intent brewing in the wind and rain.
Just when Fuma Kotaro was about to burn the boat, a piece of weird music interrupted all the emotions: "The big girl is grabbing jiba~jiba melon seeds~The young man is showing his black hair~those black pants~"
Everyone looked over at the sound, and then saw Fingel taking out his cell phone nonchalantly: "Oh, this is the ringtone recommended by Boss Gu. I think it sounds pretty good."
"..."
Everyone felt speechless.
Fingel looked calm and looked at the caller ID: "It's Chopper."
"Chopper?" Fuma Kotaro, who is over a hundred years old, doesn't have much knowledge about young people, and he has never heard of this person.
Caesar smiled and explained to him: "Oh, Chopper is a nickname for your young master."
"..."
Everyone suddenly became quiet.
Fingel answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone: "Hey, brother Yuan, long time no see!"
"We just met two days ago. Have you forgotten that I fished you out of the sea?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice was low, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Are there some family heads with you?"
Fingel glanced at Fuma Kotaro.
But Fuma Kotaro was just silent.
"There are indeed a few..."
Before Fingel finished speaking, Minamoto interrupted directly: "Master Fuma, Master Sakurai, and Master Ryoma, please return to the family immediately. The meeting will begin soon. Master Miyamoto is already waiting for you."
"Yes!" Fuma Kotaro responded angrily.
"In addition... Brother Caesar and Brother Chu should be here too." Yuan Zhisheng said firmly, "If possible, please come to this meeting. As representatives of the headquarters... this is what "he" means. . "
No names were mentioned, but several people quickly understood who this so-called "he" was referring to.
There are not many people who can command the action team, but there is only one who cannot expose his existence.
Caesar met Kotaro Fuma's eyes, and he saw relief in the old ninja's eyes.
Although he didn't understand Gu Bei's thoughts, he still agreed: "Okay, we will be there."
"Okay, then I'll be waiting for you all at the headquarters."
There was a "click" and the phone was hung up.
Fuma Kotaro took two steps back and bowed slightly: "I have prepared the car for you, please."
Caesar tugged on his purple cardigan suit: "You want us to wear these clothes to attend the meeting of the Snake Qiba family?"
Hmm... It's really not respectable.
"I have some low-income families in Shinjuku. You can go there first to pick out some clothes that fit you."
"I'll go ahead and wait for you at the headquarters."
