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

Outside the Fuji Arena, people in black clothes from my family gathered together. A large number of black cars formed a line of encirclement at each exit. The crowd in the parking lot was dispersed. Several boys in strange clothes who claimed to be members of the Bosozoku group were even beaten to death by one of them. He was beaten away with a punch, and everything he said seemed weak before the absolutely violent machine cleared the place.

"Sakura, are you sure someone is inside?"

In front of the black blocking lane, a Ferrari California turned on its headlights. In the passenger seat, Gen Zhisheng, wearing a black trench coat, looked deeply at the white spotlights in the Fuji Speedway. Next to him, his deputy Sakura Yabuki, dressed as a secretary, was I tapped twice on the PAD and handed it over.

"I have asked Kaguya to lock the mobile phone signals of Okubo Ryoichi and the headquarters commissioner. The map shows that they went to a nightclub in Shinjuku after leaving the explosion site, and then ran here at a speed of 80 miles. Now Kaguya Ji’s signal detection shows that all three people are inside.”

"Why would they come to a place like this? The flow of people here is indeed not large, but isn't it too fanciful to guess that the Fierce Ghosts are hiding here?" Yuan Zhisheng frowned and looked at the Fuji Arena in the dark night. He had been here before. Of course we know what kind of place this is. News media will gather here for half of the 365 days every year. For the fierce ghosts who want to hide in the dark, this is not a good place to be dark under the lights.

"Everyone in the Monster Race is a lunatic, and all crazy people like to race cars. It seems reasonable for a group of Monster Monsters to gather at the Fuji Arena to race cars in their free time." The pager recalled the voice of a crow, and he and Yuan Zhisheng were talking to each other. Another subordinate, Yasha, was sitting in a black Mercedes-Benz. The two of them were bored, smoking cigarettes and chewing bubble gum, and competing to see who could blow the bigger bubbles.

"Sakura likes to drive fast cars, do you mean Sakura is also crazy?" Yasha casually teased Crow on the pager.

"Hey, a madman who drives a fast car and a woman who drives a fast car are two completely different concepts, just like your mother wearing a three-point swimsuit and Miss Sakura wearing a three-point swimsuit," Crow said.

"The wireless channel is not for you to talk nonsense. If you don't calm down and go back, you will have to wear a three-point swimsuit." Yuan Zhisheng pressed the pager and said coldly, and the two people opposite him immediately shut up.

"New news, Kaguya found the information of the person who booked the Fuji Arena today." Sakura answered the phone and looked at Minamoto: "They are a group of wealthy second-generation people in Tokyo's dandy circles. The leader is the son of Representative Akagi. There is also the heir to the Aoki Consortium and the son of the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police Department.”

"It's a very troublesome situation." Yuan Zhisheng turned around and came back.

"It's really troublesome." Sakura put down her phone and looked inside the entrance.

The trouble they are talking about is not that the second generation of rich people are not easy to deal with. With our family's penetration into Japan, even if Congressman Akagi, who is very likely to be elected as the next prime minister, is present, the other party can only treat us with respect. Even responding to requests - the election of parliamentarians requires the support of financial groups, and the Snakekihachi family is tantamount to the most powerful pillar in Japan.

In a country where capital is king, the Sheqiba family is undoubtedly the emperor in darkness.

"Young Master, are you worried that the crazy family cadre will attack the rich second generation? There should be no conflict between the two of them, right? It is impossible for them to suspect that the rich second generation is harboring the fierce ghosts." Crow Crow explain.

"It's not that serious." Gen Zhisheng shook his head: "But from my point of view, there are many reasons that can connect the two. The most likely one is that Okubo Ryoichi and the commissioner of the headquarters believe that this group of people often haunts the upper class. The child controls the information about the fierce ghosts, so he came here specially."

"Damn it, young master, are you saying that the commissioner of the headquarters and the others may torture those children to extract confessions?" Crow was shocked: "It took a lot of effort to suppress this matter before it got out. They are not that stupid, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng didn't speak, but in his heart he was prepared for the worst. A boy who had just been taken away from his most important relatives, who knew what he would do? Even if you have done something like taking the head office commissioner away from your family, is there anything else that is impossible?

He couldn't figure out why Mr. Masamune in Xingshen Temple would recommend a young boy who was no more than 25 years old to receive the commissioner of the headquarters. As a young man himself, he couldn't understand the impulse of young people to deal with others. Although the current scene is not the worst Yes, but not much better.

But in fact, what Minamoto is most concerned about is that the six explosions tonight are too targeted. Taking a step back, the first five explosions could have been a wide-spread ambush in advance, just waiting for Okubo Ryoichi and the others to step on one, but the first Six and the last sudden bomb attack on the home was too bizarre.

Okubo Ryoichi's identity as the host was finalized in Xingshenji Temple. The number of people who knew about it was only two palms, but the fierce ghosts still went to Ryoichi's rental house in advance to send a bomb. This is simply unbelievable and makes people suspicious. possibility.

——There is a traitor in my family.

This is the worst, the last thing Yuan Zhisheng wants to see. The first five time bombs exploding at the same time means that the opponent's killing intent is not strong, but the last sudden explosion is most likely to be the most deadly trigger bomb. , then the question becomes, why did the attack with a provocative attitude suddenly become serious? Are the Fierce Ghosts really naive enough to think that sending a box bomb can kill an 'S'-level headquarters specialist?

In the silence, Yuan Zhisheng's brain was running rapidly. He was keenly aware that there was a huge problem here. Someone among the fierce ghosts had laid a plan behind everything. The other party must have a plan, and looking at it now, Going to succeed. He stretched out his fingers from outside the car and tapped on the door. At the same time, the iron pillars blocking the entrance slowly sank. The security issue had been resolved and they could enter.

"We can't let them leave here easily. The commissioner of this headquarters and that Okubo Ryōichi must be supervised by our family." Gen Zhisheng picked up the pager and issued an order to everyone on the channel.

"No more fishing?" Crow asked on the pager.

"The risk is too great. I suspect that the main purpose of the Menggui is to anger Okubo Ryoichi and the commissioner of the headquarters. Although I don't understand their intention of doing this, since he wants to separate the family from them, then we cannot let them succeed. ." Yuan Zhisheng said: "There are still many doubts about today's matter, and I need to ask some of the parties involved."

"Young master, you mean to keep him alive, right?" Yasha chewed gum and replaced the magazine of the pistol: "Instead of killing people, it's okay to break the legs or hands, right? But how do you explain it to the headquarters?"

"No need to explain, the Japanese branch has never been a safe place for vacation. Principal Angers knows this, so it is understandable that his students suffered some minor trauma during the trip, isn't it?" Yuanzhi? Sheng said lightly.

"The signal detection on the PAD shows that they are coming out." Sakura reminded.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the PAD. The three red dots crowded together on it were rushing towards them at high speed. It seemed that they wanted to rush out directly.

"Raise the pillar." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand to the people in the security room.

A row of iron pillars that had been lowered at the entrance of Fuji Speedway have risen again. If a car tries to break in at this height, it will only crash on the spot. This is also the reason why our team did not rush in directly before.

The iron pillar was raised halfway, the bright car lights cut into everyone's eyes like knives from the darkness, and the roar of the engine like a lion's roar came from far to near.

Yuan Zhisheng lit a cigarette and put his hand on the car window, tilting his head and squinting his eyes to look inside. Several iron pillars refracted the light spots under the light. They were still fifty meters away from the iron pillars, which was not far enough to brake. It's too late.

But it was obvious that the roaring racing car had no intention of slowing down. It rushed over the safety line without hesitation towards the row of iron pillars in the distance and crashed straight into it! The headlights of the Ferrari California at the entrance illuminated the fierce and fearless GT-R. The man in the driver's seat was biting a little spark with a knife-like indifference in his eyes.

The iron pillar was completely raised. Instead of slowing down, the GT-R stepped into the fuel tank and accelerated to the extreme, bursting out its tailfire and charging at full speed with a loud roar!

"Holy shit!" Crow and Yasha couldn't help but say when they saw the GT-R's fearless way of completely ignoring the car crash and death.

"Crazy." Not only Crow and Yasha, but all the commissioners in the outer line couldn't help but think in their hearts. If it were a thickened and heavier armored vehicle, it would be better to have a racing car built for speed track to defend this kind of thing. What is a roadblock if it's not a way to seek death?

Under the Ferrari's high beam lights, the GT-R's front windshield was full of light. Yuan Zhisheng saw clearly the face of the boy sitting on the passenger seat. He instantly recognized the other person's identity and couldn't help but sigh that it was exactly as described in the rumors. Childish.

But sure enough, the younger the child, the easier it is for him to do such mindless things.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand against the car window and was about to smoke a cigarette, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly lowered his hand and looked a little dazed.

At some point, the boy in the passenger seat disappeared!

When he appeared again, the boy was hanging outside the speeding GT-R. The oncoming strong wind blew his short hair around and scattered him. He rolled out of the car and stepped on the hood, holding on to the gap with one hand to hold himself in place. He was blinded by the spotlight. Under the illumination of the sun, the cold light of the short sword held in his right hand was discerning!

"No." On the black Mercedes-Benz, Crow and Yasha opened their mouths wide when they saw this scene. They all guessed what the boy was going to do next.

The GT-R rushed to the iron pillar in an instant, and the boy hanging beside the car disappeared. No one could see his movements clearly. He became a sharp and invisible figure in the dark night. Immediately, everyone's eyes were filled with a bone-chilling sword light, and with the sound of gold and iron clashing, a whole row of iron pillars broke and flew high!

The boy cut off all the iron pillars blocking the road with one stroke, and the GT-R knocked them all away and rushed towards the encirclement line!

At the moment when the GT-R and Ferrari passed by each other, the co-pilot Kaminamoto turned his head and looked out the window. In a fleeting moment, his eyes met the boy who stood back on the hood of the car.

At that moment, he saw the other party looking at him condescendingly, with a dull expression on his face.

"It's interesting." The GT-R flew past, and Yuan Zhisheng threw away the cigarette butt and exhaled the smoke.

"Chase," he said.