Not until the phone screen was completely black did he heave a sigh of relief and look at his accomplices who had nothing else in their minds except yellow waste. "Are you looking for death?" He growled, "How are you going to explain to him that his sister's phone is in our hands?" "Or do you think everyone is a fool?!" "If you answer the phone and he turns around and calls the police, who will bear the consequences? Do you want to be labeled a kidnapper or a rapist and end up in a juvenile detention center?" "If you want to die, go ahead and kill yourself. Don't drag me down!" Kento Matsushiro scolded his accomplices and woke them up. Everyone was also deeply frightened. If I answer this call, I won’t even have the chance to surrender! Everyone, including Shigehei Morita, did not dare to say anything unnecessary or make any unnecessary movements. They looked at Kento Matsushiro quietly and expectantly. The small group that originally centered on Morita was gradually being controlled by the second-in-command of the group. In the past, this was exactly what Kento Matsushiro expected.
But now he is not in the mood and does not have the time. "The only solution now is to pass on the crisis." He looked towards the bedroom. "What do you mean?" The bad boys were all uneducated and had no idea about these high-sounding technical terms. "Have you all read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Matsushiro Kento said, "There are many plots in it that use the strategy of 'diverting trouble to the east'. We can also use it." Japanese people like to call "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" "Records of the Three Kingdoms". Kento Matsushiro is a loyal fan, and what he admires most is the strategist who plans the strategy in the series. "Morita, go contact the biker gang and we'll send this woman directly to them!" "direct...." Morita Shigehei was stunned: "No need to train first, okay?" "If we touch her hair now, we can be charged with attempted rape!" Matsushiro Kento taunted, "Sending her directly to the motorcycle gang is the only option. As long as you send her there, your debt will be wiped out. If there is any trouble, it will be the motorcycle gang's problem. It has nothing to do with us!" Can this still be done? Everyone was suddenly enlightened and their minds were opened. Only Shigehei Morita always felt that something was wrong, but under the urging of Kento Matsushiro, he had no choice but to do as he was told. "Guwei!" Matsushiro Kento, who has completely gained control of the group's discourse power, looked at someone. "Is it safe for you here?" Gu Wei said, "This is my grandmother's house, but after she passed away, it became unused. Usually, only I bring women back to live here, and my parents rarely come here." "Okay." Matsushiro Kento nodded and pointed at a few people: "You stay here and keep an eye on this woman. Morita and I will go to the motorcycle gang headquarters. Be careful not to let this woman wake up and don't let her remember your faces."
After a brief pause, he narrowed his eyes and looked at his accomplice who seemed to be ready to make a move. "It's best not to do anything unnecessary." He said meaningfully: "The police's methods are much more powerful than you think. The body fluids and hair you leave behind may expose us!" Having their inner thoughts ruthlessly exposed like this, those bad guys could only sneer and pat their heads. In order to avoid having too many people and attracting too much attention, he and Morita Shigehei only brought two companions and went out carefully. Before they could even leave the apartment, a burst of exciting music rang out, scaring everyone so much that their scalps went numb. "Sorry, sorry!" Facing the dissatisfied looks from others, Shigehei Morita took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket. "Who is it?" Kento Matsushiro was paranoid. Morita Shigehei took a look. "You've seen the junior from the first year of high school, the one who played billiards with us last time. I plan to bring him into our circle in the near future." Having said that, he was about to hang up the phone. "Take it!" said Matsushiro Kento, "Just like usual." Shigehei Morita was a little afraid of Kento Matsushiro at this moment, so he could only answer the phone and heard a warm voice from the other end. "Brother Morita~ I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you doing recently? Do you want to go out for a drink with me?" "Let me tell you, I've met a few first-year classmates these days, they're all very pretty girls, and they admire you, Brother Morita, too. Do you want to come over for a drink? I'll bring them to meet you!" At any other time, Shigehei Morita would have agreed to it by having his brain controlled by his lower body. But what time is it now? However, his junior's kindness made it impossible for him to get angry, and he felt quite helpless. "I have something to do today, how about another day?" "What could be more important than meeting a beautiful girl? This is not like you, Morita-san!" "It's urgent, I can't leave! Next time, next time will be better!" "...Well, alright then! Brother Morita, just do your thing, and we'll meet again next time we have the chance." The junior hung up the phone with regret. "Let's go." Seeing that there was no problem, Kento Matsushiro nodded, but walked in front. ... ... "Hang up..." The bad boy held the phone tightly and spoke cautiously.
Lin Yuansheng remained silent with an expressionless face. It rains a lot in spring and the weather changes suddenly. It may be sunny in the morning but become gloomy in the afternoon. Thick cumulonimbus clouds cover the earth, giving people a heavy feeling of pressure. A strong wind blew on the rooftop. There was a hint of moist water vapor, and it was filled with a terrifying murderous intent. Chapter 9: Pick a Group During the conversation between the bad boy and Morita Shigehei, Lin Yuansheng did not dare to speak. He was afraid that he couldn't control his tone and that he would irritate the other person. But the anger had already spread wildly in his chest, eating away at the last of his sanity. Knowing clearly that Sister Zaozhi was in trouble and clearly burned with anger, Lin Yuansheng remained surprisingly calm. However, his pair of dark eyes became increasingly deep and empty, like an endless abyss. In his mind he reviewed what he had seen and heard today, and all the details of the phone call. The other person's tone, the other person's words. Even the faint breathing sounds of other people coming from the phone. Lin Yuansheng repeated and replayed it in his mind again and again, trying to guess their intentions and their thoughts. "Biker gang..." He raised his head and supported the bad boy whose legs were shaking. "Tell me the information about the biker gang." Lin Yuansheng stared into his junior's eyes, paused, and said, "All of it." The motorcycle gang, full name Adachi District Sky Eagle Motorcycle Gang. This is a group of young people who have nowhere to vent their energy and share the same hobby. They like to ride motorcycles in the middle of the night and race on deserted roads. Although it may disturb the residents, as long as it does not harm others, we will just leave it alone. But the problem is, Any group, as long as it has a large number of people, is bound to be a mix of good and bad people. They are all members of this group, and they are all young people who have no proper jobs and no legal awareness. Their banding together for warmth will only disrupt order. It only takes one opportunity for an interest group to transform into a violent group. When they discovered that their group of good brothers could not only race together but also help them beat up people, the nature of this interest group changed completely. As they indulge in the fearful expressions of others, When they discovered that more and more young people admired them and wanted to join them to become powerful. When they discovered that the merchants on the commercial street would voluntarily offer a considerable amount of protection money in order to avoid being harassed by them. When they discovered that flour trading, organ trading and gambling trading were the real lucrative ones.
"This may be the Yakuza in movies and TV series?" They thought so. But in fact, the last glory of the Yakuza was in the 1980s. The Yakuza of that era still advocated "roots", but under the impact of the times, the real Yakuza organizations inevitably began to transform. The real gangsters are already tainted with the smell of money. The biker gang thinks they are the underworld, but in fact they are just tools used by others to do dirty work, and they are just a garbage factory made up of a bunch of social dregs. Lin Yuansheng lifted the curtains and secretly observed the office building standing not far away. The office building is not tall, with only three floors. Judging from the peeling paint on the gray walls and the building structure, it is at least two generations older than Lin Yuansheng. The company sign is still hung on the wall - Xihui Commodities. In the 21st century, even violent groups that openly collect protection fees will set up a small company as a cover. The lights were on in this three-story office building, and people were walking around. There were two security guards chatting inside the gate, but apart from that, there were no other defenses. After all, everyone knows that this is the headquarters of the Sky Eagle Racing Gang. Even the residents in the surrounding areas have to take detours, so there is no need for any defense force. Lin Yuansheng observed the office building indifferently, watching the number of people coming in and out, and estimating the total number of people inside. Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to charge in head-on. Want to fight with dozens of people with bare hands? That's not passion, that's stupidity! His plan is simple. Sneak in, find Sister Zaozhi, and kill her. "Aniki!" The red-haired bad boy next to him came forward eagerly. "Do you want to charge in and rescue Big Sister? I am willing to be your vanguard and strike the first blow of revenge!" The bad boy still had traces of being beaten by Lin Yuansheng on his face, but he did not show any resentment. Instead, he looked at Lin Yuansheng with admiration. When he was beaten into submission by Lin Yuansheng, the Japanese bloodline of worshipping the strong had already taken effect. Lin Yuansheng looked at this bad little fanboy. "You..." He opened his mouth slowly, thinking about how to make use of this bad fanboy. His current strength was not enough to break into the biker gang and rescue Sister Zaozhi openly, so he needed the help of others. Now he doesn't want to miss any small help. "My name is Yanyou Ryota!" The bad fanboy immediately said, "Brother, you can just call me Ryota!" Lin Yuansheng paused. "Ryouta, I need you to do something for me." Not long after, Hikoyu Ryota appeared in the alley next to the Nishiki Bussan office building.
He hid in a dark corner, peeking around secretly, holding a stone in his hand, but his legs and feet were shaking. Especially when those biker gangs and young men passed by the window, his legs and feet shook even more violently! "Don't panic!" Yan Youliangta comforted himself: "Just help big brother divert attention, don't panic!"