Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　In the spacious luxury car, a young man in traditional Japanese dress sits in the back seat. He closed his eyes and seemed to be taking a nap, still holding a folding fan in his hand, hitting the palm of his palm one after another.

　　 "Master." The bodyguard leaned over the window and whispered to him, "Here is the man."

　　 Hearing the words, Takeda Luo slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell somewhere outside the window. There, a high-profile and eye-catching silver sports car has just stopped.

　　 It didn't take long for the car door to open, and it was a bright coral color that broke into Takeda Luo's field of vision first, and then a tall figure slowly revealed his true face.

　　 The characteristics of the two races of Eurasian and Asian have reached an absolute balance on her face, with a tall nose, a thin outline, soft eyebrows, and those pure and obsidian eyes that flowed with dazzling light.

　　The height of a woman is a bit more prominent than most Japanese women, but matching her dress and appearance will only give people a harmonious impression. It seems that one more point would be tedious, and one less point would be boring.

　　 Takeda Luo looked at the figure walking towards him, and suddenly laughed lowly.

　　 The bodyguards and the driver beside him didn't understand why he was laughing, let alone expressing any abnormalities. They were credible and knowing, so the expression on his charming face suddenly sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 "Mr. Takeda is in a very good mood." Xinfan Yin Yang Wei Road.

"Where?" Takeda Luo's smile widened, "I'm still wondering if you lied to me. It was clear that Mezcal could come over, but in fact, it was a graceful lady who appeared before my eyes. "

　　In the light of Shinhan, Takeda Luo's subordinates maintained a serious expression, as if they could not hear their conversation at all. But how can you not hear it? Ears are not eyes, you can't see anything as long as you close them. Even if they resisted to learn too many secrets in their hearts, they already knew it.

　　 Takeda Luo is really a cold-blooded and cruel person.

　　 Shinhan has foreseen the fate of everyone here. If Takeda Luo can regain that gentleman's reliance before the assassination plan is executed, they can live. And if the plan goes on as usual, then those who hear the code name "Mezcal" and most likely know more of Misin will have to die.

　　It's not Mezcal's job to deal with Xiaobo, and it's not him who doesn't let his subordinates avoid suspicion. But after all, it was his code name that prompted the organization to raise the butcher knife, which made Xinfan feel sick from the bottom of his heart, and even his impression of Takeda Luo dropped several levels.

　　 "Let's go." Shinhan sat next to Takeda Luo and reminded faintly, "The decisive battle is about to begin in forty minutes. I think it's not your style to be late."

　　 Takeda Luo smiled and said, "Of course."

　　 He waved his hand gently, and the driver who saw this action in the rearview mirror immediately started the car, and the extended sedan slowly drove towards the Shogi Hall in Chidagoya.

　　Shogi, a chess game that few people know about after leaving Japan, has very limited influence even in Japan. Folk magazines once made a statistics, more than 60% of Japanese households do not know either Go or Shogi, but in those families who know something about it, Shogi has an absolute advantage. Even so, the number of shogi players on the professional arena is less than one-half of the number of Go players.

　　 Therefore, this Tokyo shogi hall is very small, only four stories high, and it doesn’t even look like the Kudo family as a whole.

　　 However, because of the throne battle finals, this small hall has gathered celebrities from all walks of life. They all hope that through this traditional and elegant activity, they can give their secular status gold.

　　 Takeda Luo is one of them.

　　 In terms of asset rankings, the Takeda Foundation can only be ranked in the top 20 in Japan at most, but political and economic people who know a little about it all know that the real power of the Takeda family is in Europe and the United States, not to mention their involvement in crime is no longer a secret.

　　 Therefore, when he walked into the hall with Takeda Luo, Shinshige also experienced the highly anticipated feeling.

　　Many of the commercial partners of the Takeda family came together in a swarm. Some of them were close to each other, some wanted to get the protection of the underworld from Takeda Luo, and some were selling their daughters. Even the top gangsters, even if they are holding the air, will at least nod to Takeda Luo to show respect, or step forward to say hello.

　　 There is only one exception among these people, and that is Suzuki Sonoko her uncle, Suzuki Jiroki, who is present on behalf of the Suzuki Foundation.

　　 For this old man who is keen on taking risks and grabbing headlines with Kidd, no matter what you are Takeda Luo or Wenda Luo, his appetite is a friend, but his appetite is not right. I'm sorry, he doesn't know you.

"Oh, Xiao Luo is so old!" A wretched middle-aged man walked over and squeezed away other guests. He patted Takeda Luo on the shoulder intimately, "When I saw you last time, you It’s only that big!"

　　 said, the man is more than his waist.

　　 Shinshige saw Takeda Raku's stiff muscles hidden under his calm appearance, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

　　 But listening to this person's statement, Takeda Luo's did exist, and the age should be right. But he was very sure that the true identity of the person next to him was the founder of the Takeda Consortium-Yukuji Takeda, who was over 70 years old. So, where is the real Takeda Luo?

　　 suddenly! Xinfan felt that someone approached him at a distance of less than two centimeters~www.readwn.com~ The heat from that person's ear made him shiver full of foul cold.

　　 "This beautiful lady, can you tell me your name?"

　　 Xinfan was stiff, but he pulled away at a very fast speed, and then looked back. I saw a greasy uncle showing a disgusting expression at him, disgusting! !

　　……

"Today's third game of the Throne Game at the Rice Flower Hotel will be broadcasted by our station. Less than 20 minutes before the start of the game, we noticed that the two players have already arrived at the game venue. They They are Taiji Takimura, who has been crowned the throne for three consecutive years, and Hideyoshi Haneda, who has been hailed as the "Taiko Celebrity"..."

　　 There was silence in the car, only the radio was broadcasting the situation in the Mihua Hotel across the road.

　　 "Are you sure that the underworld organization Ogawa Yumatsu belongs to will take action in the Throne War?" Yamato dared to look at the entrance and exit of the Rice Flower Hotel, his face full of suspicion.

　　 Hearing what he said, the man in the driver's seat next to him frowned slightly and said, "He is not the one."

　　 A row of black lines suddenly appeared on Yamato's forehead, and his temple twitched: "Okay, it's not Ogawa Yumatsu. That person, you know who I'm talking about, will his organization appear today?"

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