Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 211 Black Broker

Jun Tsukino is not an ordinary person, this is something Fujiwara Masato can be sure of. Her movements are too clean and neat. Not only does she have strict and standard training in various types of fighting, but she also has a lot of practical experience.

Martial arts all over the world, no matter what type, are just empty talk if you only practice them without using them in combat, without exception.

The drunk hooligan who was turned around and thrown from behind by Jun Tsukino was lying on the ground motionless, while the one outside the KTV door had already stood up and rushed in with a switchblade in his hand, cursing.

There is a difficult wall between being armed and being unarmed, so when he saw the shiny knife in the drunk's hand, Fujiwara Masato knew he had to draw his gun, and then...

Then, Fujiwara No. 1 who rushed in from outside the KTV hit the knife-wielding drunkard on the back with his shoulder, causing him to fly up. He passed in front of Tsukino Jun, hit the wall of the KTV, bounced back and fell to the ground. Then the former pounced on him and hit him with an elbow.

This smooth two-hit combo immediately knocked the knife-wielding drunken hooligan unconscious.

However, Jun Tsukino did not relax. Instead, she looked more vigilantly at the man who stood up from the ground and the man in a suit who came in from outside... She could feel that these two guys were not easy to deal with.

"boss."

"Well, drag them out." Fujiwara Masato ordered the two of them. His words made Tsukino Jun in front of him look back in surprise, but he also felt relieved.

"What is it, Fujiwara-san? This is your bodyguard."

Fujiwara Masato gave Tsukino Jun a polite smile.

Just as Fujiwara No. 1 and No. 2 grabbed the legs of the two gangsters and were about to drag them out, dense footsteps were heard again outside the KTV, and several people were running over. The first two immediately dropped the "dead bodies" in their hands and turned around to stand in front of Fujiwara Masato.

The poor wooden door of the box was violently pushed open again, and this time three vicious men in black suits with floral shirt linings came in.

There is no need to think too much. In the whole of Japan, only members of the Yakuza would dress this strangely, so these three people must be the security guards of this KTV.

However, the three Yakuza members did not get angry because of the chaotic scene in the box. Instead, they nodded and bowed a few times to Jun Tsukino who was standing in the front row, and then walked out without saying anything.

Before closing the door, they did not forget to take the two unlucky guys away.

Fujiwara No. 1 and No. 2 also left. Although these Yakuza members did not say anything, their eyes showed that they would not allow the two bodyguards to stay in the box.

Oh, it turns out that the identity of Jun Tsukino is not simple either. As for whether she is the second generation of a gang or the second generation of power, it is hard to say.

In any case, what was originally such a lively and happy KTV party was ruined by this unexpected incident. Everyone's interest was disturbed by the two drunkards and they had no intention of continuing singing.

After a brief chat for a while, everyone went back to their homes and their mothers.

However, before leaving, Jun Tsukino ran over and asked Fujiwara Masato for his contact information.

On the small map, Fujiwara Masato knew that this was a neutral unit, so he readily agreed to Tsukino Jun's request. On the contrary, when Inoue Keiko's other classmates came over to exchange mobile phone email addresses, he refused with a smile.

No matter how much Fujiwara Masato had never been in a relationship, and no matter how stupid Inoshita Keiko was, he couldn't ask for the contact information of her female classmates in front of the latter.

The party ended in a bad mood. After returning home, Fujiwara Masato and Inoshita Keiko worked all night to get rid of the bad mood.

For Fujiwara Masato, the days that followed were peaceful and calm.

……

In a chain coffee shop in Seoul, South Korea, Joe Xuer was drinking coffee, reading the Korean newspaper in his hand, and admiring his masterpiece from last night.

Another Korean gang that was ignorant enough to prevent the circulation of generic drugs was destroyed by the Oshima Group under his command. The feeling of controlling violence was so good, and the pleasure made him feel ten years younger.

"Hello, Joe Xuel, long time no see." Joe Xuel put down the newspaper that was blocking his way, and looking at the old black man in front of him, old friend, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I'm not okay, Buckle."

"Why not?" The old black man, who obviously had some white blood and whose skin was not too dark, laughed exaggeratedly.

"Because you haven't retired yet... Man, you are already 58 years old, which means you should retire. Why don't you step down from your position and let the young people take over?"

Qiao Xuer couldn't help but say that although he was a little unhappy to see this companion, he still persuaded him, obviously knowing the latter's general situation.

"I'm sorry, Qiao Xuer, I can't step down. The family behind me still needs me to make money." Baker gave a wry smile.

"My two sons of bitches are very hardworking. They were admitted to Ivy League schools one year apart..."

"Oh, this is such sad news."

Joe Xuer looked at his old friend with sympathy.

Tuition fees for universities in the United States are very expensive, especially for universities like the Ivy League, which are even more expensive. It is no wonder that old guys who are about to retire are going out to work hard.

However, no matter how many difficulties the old friend has, it is definitely not a reason for him to come over and disturb me now. If the former needs to make money, doesn't he also need to earn pension?
So, after simply responding with a few words, Qiao Xuer stood the newspaper up again, using this action to tell the other party that it was time to leave.

But the old black man was too familiar with his old friend, so he shamelessly pretended not to see it and continued chattering.

"Old Rabbit, I heard you made a lot of money, can you count me in?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Qiao Xuer put down the newspaper in confusion.

"Does your hometown have any ideas about playing cards?"

"A little bit. I want to bring a few people with you to infiltrate, find out about the organization, and make some money."

"Huh?" Qiao Xuer sneered.

"Why should I do this... What if the truth is revealed and I lose my money?"

"Don't worry, I know the rules." Baker raised his flexible eyebrows at him. He looked left and right, and after making sure that no one nearby was noticing this side, he leaned over.

"I and the people who come in will give you 20 points of the money we earn within a year. This is the introduction fee."

"Twenty points is too little, I want half!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're really too ruthless! Even the black factory agents are not as ruthless as you!"

"hehe!"

"twenty one!"

"forty nine……"

"Twenty-one-five."

(End of this chapter)