If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, the door of the underground nightclub was violently pushed open. The bunny girl passing by the door was so frightened that she failed to hold the tray in her hand, and several glasses full of wine fell on the glass floor.

The first person who walked in was a man with a black hawk tattooed on his neck. He was dressed in black and wore black sunglasses, which made people worry about how he could see the road clearly at night. But at least the evil spirit gained by sacrificing his eyesight was the same as the four men behind him who were also wearing black clothes, black pants and black sunglasses. The leather-shoe henchman stunned the entire nightclub.

The manager who had been waiting by the door quickly stepped forward and handed over his business card, then bowed ninety degrees. The tattooed man took the business card, glanced at it, and nodded. Then the manager came closer and whispered to the tattooed man, explaining the situation and speaking. From time to time, he pointed at the booth at the front of the stage.

Most of the guests in the nightclub's booths were silent. Guests who often hang out in such occasions all know what will happen next. In Japan, where the underworld is prevalent, these people are collectively called "common people", even the big guys in the underworld. Unless there is an interest dispute, the association will generally not attack ordinary people easily. If it is defined as a violent gang by the Metropolitan Police, the association will probably be abolished since then, because no company or businessman will be willing to do business with a violent gang. , associations that have lost their job channels will soon have to dissolve themselves.

The guests in the booth did not panic and quietly drank and watched the show. They saw the tattooed man leading four men in black across the corridor and stood upright next to the big booth in front of the stage, looking down condescendingly. People sitting inside.

Lin Nian and Mandy were eating cold dishes. After drinking the expensive champagne, they had to deal with this plate of shrimp and fruit and vegetable salad. They were fighting for the ownership of the last piece of shrimp, but even Miyamoto Isshin was there. No one in the Amber Pavilion could snatch Lin Nian's lobster, so Mandy was naturally defeated in an instant by the lightning-fast silver fork.

"We have a guest." Ryoichi coughed to remind them. Only then did the two of them react and look up at the five men in black standing outside the booth.

"People from the Qingfang group?" Lin Nian asked as he dipped the shrimp in a little mustard and soy sauce.

"Our boss is asking you something." Liang Yi looked up indifferently at the tattooed men headed by the five. He glanced at the black hawk on his neck without paying much attention. After a brief inspection, he focused on the position of the other man's wrist. There is some green and red color exposed there.

"People from the Noda group? Didn't you learn your lesson last time, bastard?" The tattooed man's voice was a bit hoarse and muddy, with a thick tongue-licking sound at the end, which sounded like he was an old intimidator.

"Are you a high school gangster who threatens people with tongue-licking?" Liangyi lit the cigarette ashes on the tattooed man's shiny reflective leather shoes.

Veins sprouted on the tattooed man's forehead. The four boys in black behind him stepped forward to attack, but were stopped by the tattooed man with his hand. He looked at Ryoichi expressionlessly: "You're not from the Noda group. It looks like you are. You’re from a higher-level place, but why do you have to bring women and children into this kind of work?”

"Be careful what you say." Ryoichi's face suddenly darkened, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground.

"In what club can a kid with no hair grow up be the talker?" The tattooed man turned to look directly at Lin Nian: "Are you from the Pingshan Club? I heard that the boss of the Pingshan Club likes to play with the younger ones."

Lin Nian raised his hand and gently scratched the center of his brow. Because of the obstruction of his arm, no one could see his expression clearly, but it was obvious that Mandy was sitting slightly far away from Lin Nian for some reason.

This time, the veins on Ryoichi's forehead sprouted, but he did not attack immediately. Instead, he took another cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it: "It seems that your company doesn't even pay attention to the Hirayama Club. That's my family." 'Woolen cloth?"

"Are you from this family?" The tattooed man looked down at Ryoichi with a calm expression.

"Do you recognize this family emblem?" Ryoichi stretched out his hand and twisted the cuffs of his windbreaker and turned it over. Inside was the "Red Demon" family emblem of the Inuyama family. There are few people in the underworld who don't recognize the eight symbols of the eight Seraki families. The first lesson for newcomers to larger clubs is to memorize all the taboos, but in my family, everything is the so-called 'taboos'.

The tattooed man took one look at the bright red 'red ghost' pattern, with a look of realization on his face, and then waved to the younger brother behind him: "It turns out you are our law enforcer, are you our spokesperson this time? Come on! Light a fire for our law enforcers!"

There was no fear or confusion. The reaction was too normal, and the normal was a little abnormal.

One of the men in black immediately took out a metal lighter and leaned forward. Okubo Ryo put his head out to join the fire with an expressionless face. He had a premonition of what would happen next, and he was also curious about whether the other man dared to really do this. But in this case, let alone a lighter, even if the other party takes out a pistol and wants to use the barrel to light a cigarette, he will stick his head over. This is the majesty of the law enforcers of this family. The honor of this family should be displayed in such a grand manner to make people awe. If anyone dares to spit on this honor, then he will tear off his mouth and let him eat it.

The moment Ryoichi stuck his head out and got close to the metal lighter, the tattooed man reached out and grabbed the champagne bottle in the ice bucket on the table, and slammed it onto Ryoichi's head, who was lowering his head and chewing a cigarette. The dull sound of wind howled down!

boom!

The bottle didn't explode, not because Ryoichi's head was strong enough, but because someone caught it.

At the moment when no one in the booth reacted, Lin Nian stood up slightly and reached out to grab the smashed wine bottle. Then he pulled the champagne out of the tattooed man's hand with force without stopping, and weighed the bottle. He grabbed the neck of the bottle with his backhand, jerked his hand and threw the entire champagne bottle onto the tattooed man's temple!

"Keep your mouth clean." Lin Nian said with a slight frown, holding a broken bottleneck in his hand.

The wine bottle shattered, and the remaining wine mixed with red flowers splashed, like a red rain that was not very clear.

I told you not to mess with these lunatics, why aren't these idiots in Tokyo dead?

Bathed in the splash of sweet fruit and blood, Ryoichi took a puff from the lit cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

The man in black next to the tattooed man lying on the ground, who was giving Okubo Ryoichi some heat, his first reaction was to curse, and at the same time he reached out to grab Lin Nian's clothes, but his wrist was grabbed first.

Mandy stepped on the side of the table with her right foot and pulled hard with her hand. The man in black instantly threw himself on the table. There was a cracking sound in his arm. Lin Nian casually threw a wine glass over. She raised her hand to catch it and held it like a walnut. The wine glass was smashed on the man's head on the table, and the original screams and wails disappeared immediately.

When the remaining three men in black saw this, they directly lifted up their clothes and touched their waists to take out their guns. However, it was obvious that the limited combat literacy of the Tokyo mafia was no match for the little spies trained by the secret party with all their resources. Mandy Without thinking, he pulled out the gun from the unconscious man in black in front of him, and fired three shots in a row, hitting the arms of the three men who were holding the gun. The roar of the gunshots caused a burst of screams and noise in the nightclub.

After Mandy fired three shots, she unloaded the magazine. She took the bullet out of the chamber and put it on the table together with the pistol. She raised her hands and looked at Okubo Ryoichi innocently: "They were the ones who touched the gun first. I Isn’t this illegal?”

Ryoichi scratched his eyebrows. This was the first time he saw two headquarters commissioners take action. He probably understood how well the elite students of the headquarters handle emergencies.

Shaking his head, Ryoichi stood up and took out a document from his windbreaker, raised it high and circled it while shouting expressionlessly: "The Metropolitan Police is handling the case!"

"Is there another way?" Seeing this method, Lin Nian suddenly remembered the scene where the execution department was running rampant in Chicago.

"Delaying time for now, I have a few words to ask these guys." Liang glanced at Lin Nian and put his motor vehicle driver's license into his windbreaker without saying a word.

ps: Diarrhea again, women are made of water, men are made of mud, I am made of thin mud, puqiupuqiu