I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 At the same time that Kazuma coaxed my sister, the message was finally passed to the White Summit headquarters.

　　 Without mobile phones and internet, and all the people in the Tsuda group are under the control of the police, the transmission of this information has been very fast.

　　 In addition to the Kazama group behind Bai Summit and the Jinshan group, the other second-generation organizations of the Kanto United will only know what happened to the Tsuda group until early tomorrow morning.

　　Of course, the Kantou United’s direct organization will not be totally unacceptable. After all, the direct organization has deep roots and the cadres have many connections, but they generally only know that something happened and don’t know the details.

　　 In the slightly exaggerated decoration of the tea room, Mr. Bai Feng's tea bowl was not stable, and he squatted off the table. The tea was spilled on the coffee table: "What did you say? Who did what?"

Kiryuu Kazuma broke into the Tsuda group office single-handedly," Hakumine Sogo’s son and the young master of the white summit, Hakumine Akira, repeated what he said just now. "He defeated all the cadres in the Tsuda group, and Tsuda Masaaki died. .

　　 "The pistol we stored there has been confiscated by the Fourth Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."

　　 Mr. Baifeng frowned, was silent, bowed his head and picked up the tea bowl that had just fallen.

　　 An accident happened at this time, and the tea bowl suddenly split from the middle, quietly splitting in half.

　　 Baifeng Zonggo stared at the cracked tea bowl. This was a "famous item" he bought at a high price. He used this to visit the famous tea man Sen Ritsuyu, and the master was full of praise for this bowl.

　　 However, this famous object just fell on the tatami floor and cracked.

　　 This is not a good sign.

　　 Mr. Baifeng hammered on the coffee table: "Fuck, Tsuda is this trash! Lost the gun, now we are the laughing stock of the entire Kanto United! I even saw it!"

　　 Mr. Baifeng has long passed the age to be a fighter, and is now an ordinary old man. This sudden anger made him cough violently.

　　 Bai Fengzhang knelt down and sat next to him. Seeing this, he hurried up and patted Baifeng Sogo on the back. At the same time, he asked in a low voice: "Father... Team leader, if we raid the dojo now..."

　　 "I'll give you twenty seconds, think clearly before you speak." President Bai Feng glared at his son.

　　 Bai Fengzhang shut up immediately, he knew that whenever Bai Feng said this, he meant "shut up idiot".

　　 Hakumine Sogo turned his head and asked Sakata Shinsaku, "Is that dojo, sure there is no background?"

　　 "Yes, the Kendo Association only registered the previous generation as the master of the dojo. According to the regulations of the association, this means that the previous generation did not get the permission to pass. This dojo is not recognized by the Kendo Association. It is just a rootless duckweed."

　　 "A young man who has practiced swords with his dead father who hasn't even passed on for a few years, raised me a group? Do you mean that?"

　　 Sakata Shinsaku nodded: "That's what I meant."

　　 Mr. Baifeng is speechless.

　　 "How can this happen? This is unreasonable. In contrast, passing by, Rimbaud took the machine gun and lifted the Tsuda group. It is more credible."

　　 Baifeng Akira whispered next to him: "It's Rambo."

　　 Mr. Baifeng ignored his son, but plunged into thought with his chin.

　　 After a while, Mr. Bai Feng said: "Now I want to know if this kendo kid has been recruited by other teams. Go and ask the Kazama team what's going on tonight. The kendo kid is in the police station now?"

　　 "No, it is said that I have gone home."

　　 "Go home?" Mr. Bai Feng raised his voice by two octaves. "The police let him go home as soon as he killed someone? He was released on bail pending trial? Who paid the premium? Taro Kazama?"

　　 "No, it seems that the man was not murdered. It was the Shiratori Police Department of the Fourth Division of the Metropolitan Police Department who shot and killed it for legitimate reasons."

　　 Mr. Baifeng frowned, "It turned out to be Shiratori... well, hum, that's the case."

　　 He didn't go on, but he was thinking about something while fiddling with the fragments of the tea bowl on the coffee table.

　　 Hakumine Akira and Sakata Shinsaku glanced at each other.

The two of them were very silent when Mr. Bai Feng was meditating. This is the experience accumulated by the old guy for many years. At this time, talking nonsense, it's good to say it right, and it's bad luck if you say it wrong. .

　　 Although the White Summit is now only a second-generation organization, everyone believes that it is about to be promoted to a direct line. Mr. Baifeng’s current seat at the Kanto Joint Cadre Meeting has already been ranked quite high.

　　 It's terrible for a big guy like this to start a fire, even if the old subordinates like Sakata Shinsaku who have followed Mr. Baifeng for many years, he dare not easily offend him.

Finally, Mr. Baifeng thought about it: "You immediately send someone to the gate of the dojo and stare at them. If you encounter Kazama, you will block me, and you must not let them pass first. But... Kazama Taro probably won't be here. Go out late. The decision is tomorrow."

　　 Hakumine Akira frowned and asked, "This is... to... solicit Kiryuu Kazuma?"

"Nonsense. Regardless of the authenticity of the single-player dismantling of Kiryuu Kazuma, at the latest tomorrow night, he will be a well-known new legend in the extreme circle. It is of course good to have him recruited. , It doesn’t matter if you don’t have it! The most important thing is that you can’t give it to Taro Kazama!"

　　 "I understand," Shinsaku Sakata stood up, "I'll make arrangements now."

　　 "Remember not to bring weapons. The police are very happy tonight. Maybe they will catch a wave of suspected weapon fighting." Bai Feng reminded.

　　 "Don't worry, I will arrange it." After the salute, Sakata Shinsaku turned and left.

　　 Mr. Baifeng turned to his son and said, "Go call Mr. Kimura~www.readwn.com~ Baifengzhang nodded, got up and left immediately.

　　 Only Baifeng Sogo was left in the tea room. At this time, he showed a distressed expression. He gathered up the pieces of the tea bowl scattered on the coffee table one by one and put them on a small plate.

　　According to the rules, this tea bowl will be hidden in a place later. This kind of famous thing is just like a famous knife. There will be fussing, so you have to send it away properly.

　　 When he was gathering the tea bowl, Mr. Bai Feng accidentally scratched his finger on the debris, cut a small hole, and bloodshot leaked out.

　　 Mr. Bai Feng looked at the wound on his finger, and said to himself: "It's okay, this kind of small wound is harmless and has nothing to do with the overall situation. It's okay."

　　 At this time, Mr. Kimura entered the tea room, knelt down in front of Mr. Baifeng, and said loudly: "You call me?"

　　 "Mr. Kimura, have you heard of Kiryuu Kazuma?"

　　 "I just heard about it for the first time," Kimura Shinmori said.

　　 "Tomorrow, I may have to trouble you to walk with us. I want you to try the sword skills of Kiryuu Kazuma."

　　 Nobuhiro Kimura asked, "To what extent do you want to give it a try?"

　　 "Only when you click, as long as you have a good idea of ​​his ability." Bai Feng said.

　　 "I see, I will be ready tonight." After finishing speaking, Kimura bowed gently to Hakumine Sogo, and walked backwards out of the tea room in a kneeling posture before standing up and leaving.

　　 Hakumine Sogo quite liked Kimura Shinmori's way of treating the lord like an ancient samurai, and his mood immediately improved a lot.

　　 He ignored his son Bai Fengzhang, who entered the room again, but continued to gather the pieces of the tea bowl slowly, and muttered, "It was the gun shot by Shiratori, hum, Shiratori."