Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 199 The Four Patriarchs
The top floor of Genji Heavy Industries' titanium black building.

Tachibana Masamune stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the boundless rain, expressionless.

Tonight, it seems that the rain from all over the world is falling on this city, and Tokyo Tower is only a vague shadow in the gloom.

A few blocks away, a lake of light flooded the street.

Hundreds of engines roared.

Cars, trucks, motorcycles, and even bulldozers, these motor vehicles blocked the streets, and only vehicles with the sign of Snaki Bajia were allowed to enter.

"Where else can you go this time, Lu Mingfei, Caesar..." Tachibana Masamune put his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Come on, perform well. Let me see how the elites of the academy's headquarters can be strong To what extent!"

"Fengmo Lord, it looks like young people are ready to confront us head-on."

Miyamoto Patriarch Miyamoto Shio sighed.

"But it's not good to have such a big incident in Tokyo. I can't explain it to the Metropolitan Police Department."

If their behavior is too aggressive, it may stir up public opinion against the underworld among the people.

They gangsters have been trying their best to whitewash themselves for so many years, and some of them have even funded some politicians to come out and help them gain the favor of ordinary people.

"Yeah, I also think it's not good." The leader of the Sakurai family showed hesitation.

"We planned to use force to force them to submit, but they were more tenacious than we thought." The owner of the Longma family also said.

The cavalry under his hands were hit hard by the opponent, and all contact has been lost now.

Four black cars were parked at the four corners of Tokyo, forming a huge prismatic shape.

Among the "Five Outer Families" of the Eight Families of Sheqi, except for the Inuyama Families who were not involved, all the members were mobilized, and the subordinates of the four Families gathered around the car of their own patriarch and poured into Chizuru Town from different directions.

The owners of the four families keep in touch with each other by telephone to pass messages.

Different from the ordinary gangsters, the Snake Ba Family strictly requires each head of the family based on the family rules that have been handed down for thousands of years.

Those who violated the family rules, even the head of the family, had to cut off their fingers to apologize, and in serious cases, they would even cut their stomachs.

The Snake Eight Families manage their subordinates with an army-like policy, so that they have absolute authority over their subordinates.

"My lords! I think we must understand one thing. The danger is approaching. We need the legacy left by our ancestors in Takatahara." Fengying Kotaro scolded in a low voice, "We can no longer let these young people flee in Japan , if they are caught by the ghosts, our situation will be even worse, this is also the order of the elders."

Hearing the title of "big patriarch", the other three patriarchs were silent.

"They didn't hold back those who dealt with us. Are we going to kill them?"

"No, none of them can die, they hold the inheritance of their ancestors," Fuma Kotaro said, "If they don't obey, then we will threaten the lives of those Kassel Academy members."

"What if Anger is disturbed by this? He knows that we will take action against his highly regarded student, and he will definitely wash us with anger and blood." Sakura Nanami still has concerns.

"We have already embarked on the road of betraying Kassel College, there is no turning back, we must let them know that Japanese mixed races can compete with other mixed races in the world!"

Fuma Kotaro yelled, "If Hilbert makes Angers angry, then we will cut off his hands and feet, separate him and send him back to North America!"

The owners were silent.

Cutting off Angers' hands and feet sounds like a fantasy.

In the cognition of mixed races all over the world, it is recognized that the person closest to the first generation is Angers.

Even the "S" is not enough to represent his bloodline. Someone once said that fighting him is almost like facing the majesty of an ancient dragon.

"Don't be afraid, we still have that elder, he is in Tokyo."

Fuma Kotaro said slowly.

"He is powerful beyond the rules, and Ange is still within the rules. As long as he is there, Angers dare not take our Sheqi Bajia into a knife!"

"That elder" frightened the Patriarchs.

Everyone has heard of that person's name, but few people have actually seen him.

They only know that he represents the pinnacle of Japanese mixed blood, and was once regarded as the "King of Shadows" by countless snakes.

Compared with him, Yuan Zhisheng's bloodline is not worth mentioning.

But can you really invite that elder?
After a few seconds of silence, the three Patriarchs on the phone made up their minds and replied in unison: "Hi!"

Fuma Kotaro put down his mobile phone and took out a cigarette pouch from his pocket.

Someone next to him lit a lighter and handed it to him.

Fuma Kotaro did not light a cigarette with the flame, but just sat there blankly.

He suddenly felt that his body became cold from his fingertips to the depths of his heart, and his blood seemed to be condensing gradually as the temperature dropped.

"I suggest you give up this stupid idea."

The old and strong black figure behind him said softly.

"For more than 100 years, everyone who was against that guy died, including the Dragon King."

Fuma Kotaro was filled with fear.

When... He didn't realize it, and that person appeared beside him silently.

The black shadow let out a long sigh and patted his shoulder.

"Also, don't try to use me as your shield. I'm no longer a member of the Sheqi Bajia. Even if Angers came, I wouldn't stand by your side."

……

There are car lights everywhere, and about a thousand gangsters gathered around.

Thousands of firearms and thousands of blades showed murderous aura towards them.

But these people didn't make a move.

Even though there were several helicopters hovering in the air with heavy machine guns, they did not act without authorization.

They are waiting, waiting for the victorious to take me.

The core members of Snake Eight are all mixed races, and they have studied in Kassel College.

They are a pure mixed race army.

Thousands of gangsters on the slope separated into two sides, and the old man in black kimono walked towards them slowly.

The gang members at the downhill intersection also gave way, and three black Rolls-Royces drove their leader slowly.

A charming young woman who looked about 30 years old stepped out of the car with small steps.

"Sakurai family, Sakurai Nanami." The woman nodded slightly, and reported her name to the three of them.

"The Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Shio." A handsome middle-aged man in a three-piece suit walked out behind the head of the Sakurai family.

"Ryoma Genichiro." Ryoma Patriarch followed closely behind.

Finally, there is the old man standing on the top slope, the master of the Japanese ninja family.

His eyebrows are as sharp as a Japanese sword, and his majesty is like a samurai.

"Fumo family, Fumo Kotaro."

"Are you so confident that you are exposed to our attack range?"

Lu Mingfei was playing with the shotgun he took from the bosozoku, surprised by the confidence of these guys.

(End of this chapter)