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They are veterans in this business. Even without on-site discussion, they are familiar with the ABC plan.

When they encounter a weak target, they will first intimidate with momentum, let the boss come out, and then they will take action and kill the target after saying some harsh words.

When they encounter a strong target, they will first subdue it with force, leaving the target with only one last breath, so that they can see the boss's face clearly, so that they will not seek revenge after death. There is a head for every debt, and they are a group of gangsters with faith. They have been worshipping a god named God of Wealth in China for many years.

Only when they are really defeated will they consider using firearms. That is when there is no other way. Generally, if they don't want to go to the police station, they will not use firearms. The sound of firearms is too loud and will quickly attract the hounds of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The bald man with flower arms standing in the back gave a look, and the younger brothers rushed up and decided to teach this innocent-looking boy a lesson to let him know the dangers of society.

They used daggers or sticks to attack Baichuan. Facing the thugs besieging from all directions, Baichuan dodged flexibly and blocked 90% of the attacks with his cane. The occasional attacks on him were weakened by his timely release of force, leaving only shallow scars on his arms.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he noticed every move of the bad guys.

The speed of these social bad guys was like a slow motion for him. The only problem was that there were too many people, exceeding the population limit stipulated in the intermediate fighting technique, and it would be a bit difficult to fight.

But fortunately, he had a weapon at hand. The cane seemed to become a hard gun in his hand, exerting a good combat power and bringing up a strong force like a gust of wind. He kept shuttling between the bad guys and beat them without any resistance.

Every muscle in his body was full of strength and elasticity, and every attack was like a long river, with a compelling spirit.

The storm-like fight continued, and Baichuan was filled with a murderous aura, which was a unique aura that only people who had been fighting for life and death for many years had.

His attack was both swift and accurate, without any unnecessary movements, and every punch and kick carried unstoppable power.

In the end, Baichuan knocked the last bald bad guy to the ground with amazing momentum.

At this time, Baichuan's chest was heaving, sweat dripping to the ground, accompanied by panting, surrounded by the night.

After not fighting for a long time, occasionally fighting, the hot blood in the body began to boil, as if returning to the adventurous life of fighting criminals on the front line in the past.

Suddenly, the bald man with flower arms on the ground panted and took out a pistol.

But before he made a move to shoot, his head was pointed at by the cane.

The cane opened the seal and revealed its true face.

Faced with the sudden change, the bald man with flower arms was so scared that his legs trembled.

He never thought that this cane was actually an assault rifle!

"Want to eat bullets?"

Baichuan smiled contemptuously, and the bald man with flower arms was smart, and he hit his shining head against the wall and fainted.

Baichuan suddenly didn't understand what he was doing, but it was good to do so, saving trouble.

When the other gangsters saw that the boss was like this, they naturally lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

They have been doing dirty things for many years, but they also cherish their lives.

In addition, even if they continue to fight with the man in front of them, they are not opponents and will still be beaten.

Who would have thought that such a pretty boy who looks like a gigolo would have such a high fighting power.

This made them wonder if the boss was not pious enough when he worshipped the God of Wealth? That caused them to suffer such a huge Waterloo.

After this battle, they no longer dared to underestimate those good-looking pretty boys.

Maybe there are perverts like Baichuan in them.

Suddenly, the elevator door slowly opened.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu, with a cruel smile on his face, silently pressed the elevator close button after seeing the scene in front of him.

Although there were two bodyguards in black clothes behind him.

He didn't even have time to change his expression on his face, and the shock was only rippling in his heart.

He couldn't believe that the 20 elite strong men from the Yakuza Kadota Club who had been following him for years would be dealt with so easily.

It only took them an elevator ride, and they were wiped out!

They were elites who had followed him to deal with many dirty things! ! ! !

The two bodyguards were also shocked. They were legal bodyguards and basically didn't do such things, but it was their duty to protect the safety of their employers.

They had seen the strength of the members of the Kadota Club, and each of them was on par with them. They could defeat 20 such strong men at the same time, and it would definitely be a one-by-one deal to deal with the two of them.

The boy in front of him was a beast!

They already regretted why it was their turn to be on duty today, why they had to accompany their employer out, was it because they got up the wrong way today?

In the past, others saw them trembling, and they only needed to stand behind their employers to save face.

The roar and unwillingness in their hearts slowly climbed onto their faces, but were instantly replaced by astonishment.

Because the elevator door was not closed.

A hand reached in.

The owner of the hand had a fair and handsome face, melancholy eyes, a poetic temperament, and a white shirt stained with blood.

The three men in the elevator trembled at the same time.

The two bodyguards were pushed forward by Takezawa Yoshimitsu, "Quick, kill him, I'll give you more money."

The bodyguards had no choice but to rush forward.

Bai Chuan kicked them one by one and pushed them to the corner of the elevator, where they curled up into pippi shrimps.

It would be nice if Qianxue's bodyguards were so incompetent.

Shirakawa sighed, carried Takezawa Yoshimitsu into the house like a little chicken, and closed the door.

The gangsters who were still conscious in the aisle began to worry silently about their employers.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Takezawa is already perverted enough, but this time he met someone even more perverted."

"I hope Mr. Takezawa doesn't die. If he dies, our reward will be gone."

"Should we continue to wait here, or should we quickly run away with our brothers and boss?"

Several people covered their swollen faces and discussed. Because they had less chance to take action, they were the least injured and were only slapped in the face.

At this time, heart-rending screams were heard in the house.

They instantly stood on their heads and rushed into the elevator. They didn't care whether the boss was still on the ground. It was the last word to escape to save their lives.

The few people who had abandoned their brothers felt refreshed and felt like they were alive.

The elevator went down and stopped on the fifth floor.

When the elevator door opened, a young and beautiful lady walked into the elevator. She had short, lazy hair and a thin figure that could be blown over by a gust of wind. She looked like someone who could be easily bullied. Feel.

However, when the elevator door opened again, the three social delinquents had completely lost their ability to resist and fell in a pool of bright blood.

Ueio Miko wiped the blood on her face and hesitated whether to call the police directly or let them fall in the elevator...

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Chapter 220 219·Psychological Shadow (4K third update please subscribe)

Night enveloped the entire Tokyo, leaving warm and dim lights on in the apartment.

Men with flowery arms and hair of different colors were taken away by men in black suits.

They were the left-behind personnel belonging to the Momodai Club. When my wife was on a business trip, they would occasionally go to the apartment to check the security environment. They were mainly afraid that someone would be bold enough to steal the belongings in my wife's apartment.

I happened to see members of a low-profile club lying in a pile in the corridor on the 10th floor.

So, they took away the group of people obligingly and planned to torture them. If they were not satisfied with the answers, they would directly carry rocks and sink them into the sea.

The three people in the elevator were naturally dragged away.

Tomizawa Satake, a member of the club, also greeted Mrs. Ueio in a friendly manner and said cordially,

"If you encounter something like this in the future, please notify us as soon as possible. We will also take care of the safety of the neighbors."

"Thanks."

Mrs. Ueio said softly.

Tomizawa Satake and others had very good senses about this lady, and they all showed shy expressions.

Normal women either fear them or despise them. Only special female writers like Mrs. Ueio will treat them equally and treat them as the same existence as other ordinary people.

The apartment that should have been shrouded in darkness was now bathed in dim light, looking particularly warm and harmonious.

There were few vehicles on the road outside the apartment, with only one or two cars whizzing by occasionally. The sound of tires rubbing against the ground was particularly harsh at night.

In Room 102, the incandescent lamp on the ceiling emitted flickering lights due to voltage problems, which alternately lit up and dimmed, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu knelt in front of a young and handsome boy, his legs shaking constantly.

He was worried that the devil would make him do something irrational, such as swallowing a gun and committing suicide on the spot.

Shirakawa looked at Takezawa Yoshimitsu, whose legs were shaking like chaff, and placed the pistol on the coffee table to his left, making a snapping sound.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu was so frightened that he immediately put his head on the ground.

"Don't, don't kill me, please, no matter what you ask me to do."

This pistol did not belong to Shirakawa, but to Yoshimitsu Takezawa. It was seized shortly after entering the door.

A warm smile appeared on Bai Chuan's face, which was especially scary under the flickering lights.

"You have killed so many people, are you still afraid of death?"

Bai Chuan said jokingly.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu's tears and snot flowed out unsatisfactorily. He didn't dare to raise his head and pressed it tightly against the ground.

"Don't kill me, I can give you money, a lot of money."

"Do you think I'm short of money?"

Bai Chuan asked rhetorically.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu slowly raised his head. Although his vision was somewhat obscured by tears, it did not prevent him from seeing Shirakawa's equipment, which totaled less than 5,000 yen, and his simple apartment.

He seemed to be really short of money.

"I can really give you a lot of money, enough money for you to spend money."

Takezawa Yoshimitsu emphasized.

Bai Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that his nouveau riche temperament was still not obvious enough.

He took out his mobile phone, and Takezawa Yoshimitsu took a step back warily, "You, what do you want to do?"

"Let me guess why you came directly to me."

Bai Chuan was playing with his mobile phone in his hand, with a cold smile on his face, "You must be thinking that even if you die, you will have someone to support you, right?"

"No matter where you are now, because you exposed the welfare home, someone will always find you. They will investigate where you went and who you met, so they find me. This is why you can't wait to come to me for revenge. The reason is that even if you fail to retaliate successfully, you can still get me targeted by those people.”

Bai Chuan analyzed calmly.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu became even more frightened. Unexpectedly, Bai Chuan saw through his intentions directly.

He could only deny it desperately.

Bai Chuan continued, "Your current situation is really worrying. Not only do your past colleagues want to kill you, but I also don't want to see you continue to be carefree. What should I do?"

"I, I, I, I can give you all the money, and I will disappear immediately and completely, completely leave the island country."

Takezawa Yoshimitsu knelt down and begged.

Bai Chuan has never seen a villain with such a low price. Of course, it may be because he shot too hard just now and broke several of his ribs.

Now Yoshimitsu Takezawa has many injuries on his body, but only his face is intact. This is so that he can shoot a video that looks natural.

"Escape from the country? I'm not satisfied with this plan. Why don't I find a way for you?"

Bai Chuan approached him and whispered something.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu's pupils shrank, and he finally gave up resistance. He stood up slowly, walked into the toilet, washed his face with water, and fixed his tie.

Bai Chuan turned on the video recording on his mobile phone.

Takezawa Yoshimitsu was fully prepared and confessed seriously to the camera,

"I am Takezawa Yoshimitsu, a sinner who has made many mistakes. It was not until my daughter died that I realized how cruel I had been and how many families I had destroyed...

I used to work in the Sanzhi Crow Welfare Home and was responsible for the work of the priest in the welfare home. I carried out mental control and physical torture on the children in the welfare home for a long time...