Brother in Japan mixed club

At eight o'clock in the morning, the car drove into the Shinjuku area and passed a deep alley. The walls were slightly gray and the width of the alley was relatively narrow. When the car continued to drive in, the alley gradually widened. Yoshi Okamoto and I were still there The three of Shibata Hideyoshi were sitting in a commercial vehicle, and the third uncle was also in it. 【】

Hearing that the third uncle was in front, he said in a deep voice, "After going in for a while, you three just follow me, don't mess around, and keep your mouth shut. If anyone makes a mistake, just go back .understand?"

"Understood!" The three of us immediately agreed.The three of us were sitting in the last row of the business class, and I was sitting in the front seat, watching the buildings outside the car passing by me constantly, my thoughts drifted away briefly, and I thought of Asada.

Asada flew away yesterday, far away in the United States, when my third uncle didn't let me see him off, maybe because Asada's parents were there, I could only obey.Ji Xiang came back and told me that Asada was crying hard, but she didn't say a word about me from the beginning to the end.I'm not angry or complaining, I know Asada better than anyone else, I know Asada's personality, height, weight, favorite food, obsessive color, clothing style, etc., so I have no reason to complain that she didn't Mentioning me, she didn't mention me, which is actually the greatest protection for me.

Turning to the moment, I, Okamoto Yoshi and Shibata Hideyoshi are all wearing formal suits, black ties, black leather shoes, and even the third uncle asked us to wear black socks.Although I don't have much rejection of black, when my clothes are all black from head to toe, a strange feeling arises spontaneously. This feeling is completely different from Li Hao's Dafu gang, Li Hao The Dafu Gang doesn’t have so many rules. When Xia Tian entered, I could still vividly remember those shocking tattoos on my naked upper body.The Japanese underworld is very disciplined. My third uncle also had a small talk with me last night, and basically told me briefly, that is, the organizational discipline of the Japanese underworld is comparable to that of large enterprises. The rules and regulations are no less than that of an enterprise. The first thing to do when entering is to obey the discipline.

The third uncle’s dress is different from ours. The third uncle wears a Japanese men’s kimono with a loose haori (it is worn outside the kimono, and it is also a kind of Japanese clothing. It is used as a dress and worn on special occasions.)

I looked at Okamoto Yoshi and Shibata, the uniform dress of the three of them, and Okamoto Kichi's pretending serious expression made people laugh a little bit.What's even more funny is that the super cool hairstyle that Okamoto Yoshi relied on to survive has disappeared, and mine, our hairstyles are all required to be shaved into short hair. For this reason, Okamoto Yoshi cried and made a fuss yesterday, pulling the barber shop I couldn't go in through the door of the door, my head was bleeding and my hairstyle couldn't be messed up, but in the end I kicked it in.

In fact, I am also very depressed, because my long hair is gone. In my eyes, the uniqueness of a man is manifested in two aspects. Clothes can sometimes be ignored. One of these two aspects is the head and the other is the feet. .Hairstyles and shoes are very important to men, and Yoshi Okamoto thinks so, so the two of us went to a high-end shoe store together in a fit of rage, and bought a pair of top-grade leather shoes worth tens of thousands of yuan to comfort our lost hairstyles.

However, I have to say that after cutting off the long hair, our spirits were all refreshed.This is why Shibata always gives me an energetic feeling, he originally had a crew cut.

Okamoto Yoshi and I were staring at his head, and took a look at me, because the third uncle was not easy to get angry, so he just gave me a crazy expression, and then deliberately showed his leather shoes arrogantly, " Cough cough" coughed.

Shibata sat peacefully on the other side, looking unfazed by honor or disgrace.

"Here we are, ready to get off." Following Uncle San's steady voice, the car slowed down and stopped.

All three of us nervously adjusted our ties and clothes.

The car door is automatic. After the door opened, Third Uncle said, "Get out of the car."

The three of them looked at each other, took a deep breath, and got out of the car one by one.

The car was parked in a parking space outside the gate, and the left and right sides of the car were already full of black cars when they got off the car.If such cars appear at the same time, people will not pay too much attention, because Japan is a developed country, but when so many high-end cars are parked in a slightly dilapidated alley at the same time, the feeling is self-evident.

The third uncle didn't say a word, and walked straight to the door. I quickly photographed the two of them and motioned to follow.The two surrounded bodyguards at the door bowed slightly to the third uncle, then glanced at us without asking any questions.After entering the gate, I found a large courtyard, quiet and mysterious, the cherry trees in the courtyard were still blooming, and the faint scent of cherry blossoms got into my nose from time to time.In the depths of the courtyard is the headquarters of the Chuanye Club that Sanshu mentioned. It is a large Japanese-style ancient building, which looks like a small imperial palace in the distance. It is three stories high, with a blue tiled roof with wing angles, and a thick stone platform. On the base, big and thick pillars stand and support one after another, which is extremely magnificent.

There are still many bodyguards standing in the courtyard, lined up on the left and right like soldiers.I suddenly picked up the Dafu Gang and the Chuanye Society for comparison, and found that there was no way to compare. The things in front of me were beyond my imagination. Although I thought that the Chuanye Society was well-organized, I didn’t expect it to be so organized, which completely broke the law. My usual cognition of the underworld, my cognition is the Dafu gang, the kind full of murderous intent, wild, disdainful, etc. can expose all unpleasant feelings unreservedly, and give the enemy a feeling of shock, but There is indeed a feeling of depression here, the bodyguards standing on the side of the road are like robots, except for the special respect for the third uncle, they completely ignore the three of us, they don't talk or laugh, don't pay attention.But there is one thing that makes me feel particularly admired. I have never seen such a dress like the third uncle. Japan is a capitalist country, but on important occasions, it still maintains the most traditional clothing. This is at least for myself. A kind of respect for culture.However, tm is too regular here, I think.

When we got to the entrance of the hall, the third uncle said, "You wait outside first, go stand with those people, and go in when you are told to go in."

"Oh, fine." I agreed.

Uncle San looked back and added worriedly, "Don't move around, just stand there." After finishing speaking, the bodyguard by the door opened the door for Uncle San, and closed the door again after Uncle San entered.

When I arrived at a place some distance from the door, there were already a few young people standing there, so I and Okamoto Yoshi and the others retreated there and stood there, waiting for someone to call us.

After a while, many people walked in one after another, and there were more and more people around us. Those who went in were all elderly people wearing kimonos, and those next to us were all young people about our age wearing suits. People, imitating the appearance of the bodyguards in the courtyard, stood motionless and lined up one by one.Even though I am extremely nervous, I can't help but look at the people around me. If my guess is correct, these people should join us together, the new generation of Kawaba Club.Secretly, there are about 50 people.

After waiting for a long time, at about 10 o'clock in the morning, an old man came out, holding a 4-size form, and read aloud, "No Yuki, Ishiguchi Kitaro, Misawa Tatsuo..." After nearly 20 minutes After the individual's name, the names of the three of us were finally called.

"Anteng Muzhou, Okamoto Yoshi, Shibata Hideyoshi..." I was shocked when I heard it, and when the old man finished reading the name, he said, "If you read the name, come with me!"

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