I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hmph, do you think that with the protection of the police and hiding in the Hakone Mountains, you can't be found?"

In the darkness, a man's deep sneer sounded from the bottom of the stairs.

"I really want to thank those policemen for helping me eliminate many competitors..."

Araki Sousuke followed the sound, and could vaguely see a few strong men holding long knives and baseball bats, blocking the bottom of the stairs.

These men seemed to turn a blind eye to the bloody lanterns on both sides of the stairs above, the ugly girl repeatedly beating the trees, the bleeding trees and the wailing corpses on the branches.

With murderous gazes, they fixed on Araki Sousuke who was dancing the "secretary dance" in the air as if directing traffic.

"No matter who you are, in the current situation, I suggest that you retreat as soon as possible..."

Seeing the hostile looks of the "ordinary people" below, and thinking of Ryoma's phone call before Er, Sousuke Araki probably understood the purpose of the other party's visit.

"Huh, retreat?"

The man at the bottom seems to have heard something funny.

"Sousuke Araki, remember, the one who took your life under the protection of the police and won the bounty is the black emperor of the "Sicilian Murder Corporation". "

"Black Emperor? Do you think you are some outdated antique bosozoku?"

The name "Black Emperor" sounded like thunder to Sousuke Araki.

After all, it was the legendary runaway group that was founded in the 1970s and once ranked first in Japan.

It's just that today, because of the relationship between the big tree and the wind, it has disappeared for many years under the vigorous suppression of the Transportation Department.

"Obsolete...Antique...Bosozoku?!"

As if being stung by Araki Sousuke's questioning, the man in the lead below waved his hand vigorously to signal the subordinates beside him to do it.

"I, the Black Emperor Fifth Generation, and the revivalist Tsuchiya Keita, will let you know what will happen if you look down on this name!"

While slapping the blood-colored filaments in the air, Araki Sousuke persuaded the men rushing towards him below: "Hey, hey, first come first, first come first, don't you see that this side is busy?"

"Why don't you just wait below, let me deal with this first and then make gestures with you..."

"Teacher Araki, they have no inspiration and cannot see!"

Just when Xiaoniao Youzhengong softly reminded them, the several strong men were silently holding long knives, striding up the narrow stone steps and attacking the two of them.

Seeing their coordinated movements, low center of gravity, and the sharp blade in their hands, Araki Sousuke knew that they were the real people who lick blood with blades and kill without blinking an eye.

Compared with the Qinglong Dao team of Nuluoquan, at least in the cold weapon contact battle, they are not far behind.

However, the moment the men stepped on the stone steps, those ugly women who had been staring at Sousuke Araki, who had no choice but to move more and more slowly, turned their eyes abruptly, and outlined the corners of their mouths. The arc of blood.

Countless blood threads splashed out from the spiked tree trunks and floated in the air, silently winding around their necks, wrists, ankles and other parts.

"Boom..."

"Puff."

As they tapped the mallet in their hands, several men who stepped up the stairs, without any warning, a small bloody hole appeared on the ankles of the same size as the black rusty iron nail.

"Uh..."

The sudden pain caused several men to stumble and fall hard on the stone steps.

"...My feet, when?!"

That penetrating wound, which seemed to be caused by a slender iron nail, was nothing to a professional killer walking between life and death.

But when they wanted to stand up on the ground, they found that there was an invisible sharp object, which passed through the wound of their ankle and was firmly nailed to the stone steps.

"Wait... these people... when..."

At this moment, they noticed that the scene around the stairs suddenly became blood red.

A lantern that lights up at an unknown time...

The woman in white who stared at her inexplicably and kept beating the tree trunk...

Above the horrific forest, wriggling and weeping corpses...

"Boom..."

"Puff."

Before they could feel the fear, another small hole appeared in their limbs simultaneously with the inexplicable knocking sound...

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Although no blood flowed from the wound, the pain from being pierced through the limb was real.

They could feel that the blood in their bodies was being drawn out of the body at a strange speed, along with the invisible thing that pierced them.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

As if they were encouraged by the effect of the curse, or recovered the lost resentment from the flesh and blood of the men, those ugly women hammered the tree trunk harder and harder.

"Boom..."

"Ugh...it hurts...let, let me go..."

Countless undetectable blood holes began to bloom on the limbs and bodies of the men...

It was as if those iron nails hammered into the tree trunk penetrated their bodies one by one.

And where the tree trunk was nailed, the originally flowing black liquid turned into bright red blood at some point.

Like a "loose meat" steak fixed on a chopping board, several men struggled painfully, trying to climb down the stairs...

But because the invisible slender iron nails kept entering his body, he could only be fixed on the stone steps in despair, feeling the pain of each iron nail entering his body.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The unhurried, continuous beating continued.

The arm of one of the men finally couldn't withstand several consecutive penetrations, it directly exploded into two pieces, and rolled down the stone steps.

"Woo...uh...ah...help me..."

Because it was too painful, he inadvertently struggled, and lifted the dilapidated stone steps illuminated by the blood-colored lantern.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

What made the man roar with unknown meaning was a black bone covered with nail marks under the stone slab.

Looking at the bloody and dying men on the stairs, and the dry bones exposed under the stone slab, Araki Sousuke and Kotori Yumasumi looked at each other silently, both of them looked a little ugly.

For these professional killers, it took only a few tens of seconds from stepping up the stairs to turning into dying blood men.

After all, the frequency with which dozens of ugly girls hammered the tree trunks and cast "Ugly Time Ginseng" was not so fast.

That scene was as if she was suddenly imprisoned in the "iron maiden" covered with countless iron nails.

Araki Sousuke wanted to go down to rescue them immediately, but because he was worried that after he left, the girl behind him would not be able to resist the vicious "Ugly Tokisan", so he forcibly stopped.