In the cold wind of January, the cherry blossoms have not sprouted yet.

Among the antique imitation Tang-style buildings, a group of people wearing Japanese warrior uniforms sat on them, and clear tattoos could be seen on their exposed arms.

In Japan, tattoos are an important feature of members of the club. In Japan, almost no one except members of the club can have tattoos.

Japanese clubs are a major feature of Japan, but since Japan began to restrict the development of clubs more than 40 years ago, Japanese clubs have gradually become lonely.

Among them, aging is the most important reason. Now 40% of the main members of the club are around fifty years old.

Among them, members of the violent group once revealed that "in the past, they bought weapons and gave loans, but now they sell weapons and paid off their loans."

The life of the Japanese club is not as easy as everyone imagined, nor is it as bright and beautiful as everyone imagined. They are miserable now, and Huang Qing doesn't accept it, so the small club can hardly survive.

Sora Thousands of Sora also valued their embarrassment and was ready to intervene.

In front of the middle and high-level members of the Ida Club, Ida Club president Ida Club, who was previously held hostage by Kota No. 16, knelt in front of everyone, with a cold expression.

"Everyone, today I want to introduce an important person to you who will become our new president and lead us towards a better future."

"You can call him Miyamoto-kun!"

As Ida Iryuki's voice sounded, Sora Nobusa, wearing a red mask, opened the wooden door and walked into the inner room. His scarlet ghost head was as ferocious as his face, but his exposed neck was particularly white.

After Sora Nobusaki walked into the inner room, Ida Iryuki turned to him and bowed to him, his head hit the ground, with extraordinary respect.

"Miyamoto, I've told you about it."

"Yeah!" Sora Tsukuba sounded a nasal sound in a quiet and unrestrained manner.

Although the mask hindered his face, the people from the Ida community still judged that this was a young man in his twenties.

"President Jinglong, do you know what you are doing?"

A middle-aged man in his forties stood up and his tattoo spread to his neck, his voice sternly.

"How can he be qualified to be our president?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "click!" and the thin young man with a ghost-headed mask was already standing in front of Eiichiro Oda who had just spoken.

The guy, who was about forty years old and had 200 pounds, had his neck twisted to 180 degrees, and his eyes seemed to jump out of his sockets.

"Please remember, my name is Miyamoto. I don't exist externally, but I am your president. From today on, what you need to do is to become the number one community in Japan."

Sora Nobuo, who was standing in front of Eiichiro Oda, had a very cold voice, and his methods were even colder than his voice.

Since forty years ago, few Japanese communities have dared to use such straightforward methods. Now they can hardly even see club fights, let alone such methods.

Thunderous means made everyone who wanted to speak swallow everything they said.

"But...we are all old."

Ida Silong, who served as the second-in-command in the Ida Society, spoke slowly.

The Ida Club had a place in Osaka before, but as the members of the club age quickly, they quickly began to make a living.

And on this road, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

If you cannot occupy a huge territory, the territory will shrink quickly.

"Yeah?"

Kota Thousando squatted down and lifted Oda Eiichiro's body with one hand, biting it on his neck. Everyone could hear the terrifying blood pouring into their throats.

One bite after another!

Until the blood made a dry sound, Kota let go of Oda Eiichiro's body in his hand on June 1, and the body fell on the ground, making a heavy sound.

Sora Thousands of Sora gently licked the blood on his mouth, smiling like a demon in hell.

"I forgot to introduce myself, and the people outside called me a bloodthirsty devil."

There seemed to be a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and the voice sounded softly.

"It's never a problem when people get old."

"I just happen to have a few blood slaves."

………

Three days later, the bloodthirsty devil in Osaka suddenly seemed to be hiding, and suddenly began to stop committing crimes, just as the bloodthirsty desire suddenly stopped.

"No! Why did you stop suddenly?"

Kiriyama Kawasaki flipped through the case files in her hand and couldn't figure out why.

"Perhaps, he felt that we didn't catch him like that, we were tired of it?" Kanako guessed.

"Impossible, his case is different from others. His bloodthirsty is definitely a pathological condition. Such a murderer will never stop like this." Kiriyama Kawasaki said excitedly.

"Then he might be busy and he has no time to kill people?" Kanako gave the next reference.

“Not available?”

Kiriyama Kawasaki frowned and said, "Look at who there are people in Osaka who have holidays these days when he committed the crime."

"And then something unusual has happened recently?"

Kanako thought for a moment and said, "Recently, there seems to be a club that wants to expand its territory, which seems to be called the Ida club."

"The Ida Society has begun to expand its territory?"

Kiriyama Kawasaki's brow twisted into a mohua. He didn't think the Ida community had a connection with the bloodthirsty devil, the murderer.

"Let's check the holidays first!"

………

At this time, in the cave heaven of Zhongnan Mountain, above Taiyi Peak, Wen Zhengming held a black spot in his right hand, knocking on the lanterns, watching the Sixteenth Akira store the entire Jinglong Society.

"Compared with Li Daoyi's vulgar development, this one called Kong Tai is really interesting. If it is a movie, then it is a villain."

"But this is fate. Everyone's fate is created by their own character, opportunities, and hard work."

After gently landing on the chessboard, Wen Zhengming shook his head and stopped talking because he sensed that someone was coming.

"Uncle Master, I finally got this stone when you want it. It's really heavy!"

Qiao Yuanshan walked in with black iron ore in his arms.

"The black iron is naturally very heavy."

Wen Zhengming smiled and threw a book on the black iron ore in his arms, saying:

"Take it and study it."

"Practice a elixir for me."

"Ah?" Qiao Yuanshan looked confused.

At this time, the old Taoist Long Weizi walked in and said with a smile:

"Your uncle is trying to sharpen you."

"You have to cherish this kind of opportunity, so why don't you go there quickly."

"Oh!" Qiao Yuanshan was just a little confused. He was still willing to learn how to refine the alchemy furnace.

As Qiao Yuanshan turned around and left, the old Taoist priest turned around and said with a serious expression: "Young uncle, the news spread from the top ten families, saying that you held an auction to auction the Dao Dan, is this true or false?"

"Of course it's true!"

Wen Zhengming raised his head, his eyes calmly.
Chapter completed!