I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

Hearing this sentence, the uncle's eyes lit up immediately.

He knew that Lin Qiye was a little moved, and now the main issue is whether the salary can impress him. The uncle struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth, and directly took out the highest salary he could accept. In order to keep Lin Qiye, he had spent all his money up.

"Look, our sources of income are mainly divided into these parts, the entrance fee, the nomination fee, and the share of drinks. Among them..." The uncle brought a piece of paper from the next table, and in Lin Qiye Calculate it for him in front of him.

"...So, if the traffic in the store is average, you can earn at least 50 yen a month. If the store suddenly explodes, there is no upper limit. You must know those real top-notch cowherds, The monthly income is at least 500 million yen."

While counting the money for Lin Qiye, the uncle made cakes for him.

Lin Qiye was lost in thought.

For him, money is not necessary, but without money, some things will be more troublesome.

Among other things, without money, he can't take Yurina to dinner, can't buy a bus ticket to take her home, he can't let this girl follow him through life and death, can he?This is not Daxia, there is no special team name, and many things are inconvenient. Sometimes it is a very good choice to use money to open the way. For example, in the taxi before, if Lin Qiye hadn’t directly used money to buy the driver, The driver may not be able to take Yurina away from the Yamazaki Bridge so obediently.

Another factor is the Hanchuan family.

Now he has angered the young master of the Hanchuan family, and this young master is still the owner of the Futsu sword. Now the people of the Hanchuan family must be frantically looking for him and Yurina. If you rush out of the blockade with Yurina, it will inevitably cause a series of troubles, and you may have to fight all the way out.

Lin Qiye didn't want to run away. If possible, he wanted to find a chance to kill Han Chuansi, so that he could help Yurina get rid of the crisis completely, and also get a Fujin knife... I don't want to say if I can use it, at least I can hold it in my hand Research here is still possible.

He is very interested in Soul Blade.

To kill Han Chuansi, he had to wait for him to show up first. Anyway, Lin Qiye had nowhere to go now. If he could hide in this shop and make some money at the same time, it would kill two birds with one stone.

"Yes, but I have one condition." Lin Qiye thought for a long time before saying.

"What conditions?"

"Salary, I want a daily salary." Lin Qiye said, "I won't work here for a long time. When the time is right, I will leave directly."

Will you leave directly when the time is right?

When the uncle heard this, a sudden expression appeared on his face.

That's right, with his temperament and appearance, it is impossible to stay in his small store forever. When he has enough popularity, he will definitely go to Shinjuku to develop... However, if he becomes famous in the future, this store can also be regarded as Having trained a top cowherd, it is very face-saving to say it.

Don't miss this opportunity!

"Okay, I promise you!" The uncle agreed immediately, "Tomorrow, I will officially start working!"

……

Osaka.

Some out-of-the-way small noodle shop.

A boy in a dusty black kimono walked into the shop. His muddy clogs had just stepped on the floor. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped back outside the house.

He stood outside the blue curtain, and after a long silence, he spoke slowly:

"Boss, how much is your cheapest noodle...?"

The boss, who was sleeping on the table, yawned, "The prices of our noodles are all about the same, and they are all written on it, so you can see for yourself."

Haruki Amamiya looked up at the menu on the counter, swallowed silently,

"Give me a bowl of pork bone and vegetable noodles... don't use pork bones, can it be cheaper?"

The boss looked at him in surprise, with disgust in his eyes, but he thought about it, and said: "If you don't want pork bones, I will give you 200 yen, but you pack it and take it out to eat, don't eat it in the store. "

Amamiya Haruki opened the wallet, took a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"150 yen...is that okay?"

"...All right, all right."

Hearing these words, Amamiya Haruki heaved a sigh of relief, and his shriveled stomach groaned again, with a loud voice as if he had been hungry for a few days.

Seeing the boss walk into the back kitchen, Haruki Amamiya walked outside the curtain, leaned against the wall of the noodle shop and sat on the ground, sighing.

The silver-white storefront signboard behind him reflected the light and reflected the surrounding environment. A white-clothed and white-haired figure stood in the reflection behind Haruki Amamiya, overlapped with his figure, and said lightly:

"You shouldn't have lent him all the money."

Amamiya Haruki was not surprised by his appearance, he just sat there quietly, with a look of struggle in his eyes.

"But...he said he was my ally." His voice was somewhat helpless, "Isn't it right for allies to help each other?"

"But you have no money yourself." The white-clothed and white-haired man continued, "The little money you have left for yourself is only enough to buy a bus ticket to Nara, and then run all the way back to Osaka from Nara, if it weren't for the road After picking up this 150 yen, you can't even afford vegetable noodles now."

"As long as this dying country can be cured, it doesn't matter if I'm a little hungry."

"..." The white-haired man quietly watched Amemiya Haruki's back without speaking.

Not long after, the owner of the noodle shop took a bowl of noodles, walked outside the shop, and handed it to Haruki Amamiya.

"Young man, eat it."

"Thank you."

Haruki Amamiya took the noodle bowl and chopsticks, and handed the last 150 yen in the wallet to the boss. Looking at the extremely light vegetables and white noodles in the bowl, he swallowed and began to gobble it up.

Holding 150 yen, the boss looked at Haruki Amamiya, who was starving to death, and let out a long sigh.

Then, he seemed to think of something, after hesitating for a moment, he said to Amamiya Haruki:

"Boy, I know someone who is quite short of people there now... Do you want a job?"

Chapter 627

Kyoto.

Under the dark night, the deep mountains in the suburbs are outlined in the moonlight. On the winding road around the mountain, a black Hummer is shuttling between the dim street lights, driving towards the peak of the deep mountains.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, a pitch-black iron door appeared in front of the bright headlights. Several figures in black stood in front of the door, letting the headlights shine on them, standing there like a rock, motionless.

The Hummer stopped obediently in front of the iron gate, and the leader figure in black walked to the side of the car and said lightly:

"identity."

The rear window of the Hummer rolled down, and Ken Asakura looked into the man's eyes and showed his name tag.

"Assassin Wakatou of the Black Assassination Team, Leader of the Osaka Yamamoto Team, Ken Asakura."

"What are you doing?"

"Meet the group leader, there is something that needs to be decided by him."

The man carefully checked Asakura Ken's appearance, nodded, returned the name tag to the other party, took two steps back, and bowed deeply.

"Please."

Under the night, the dark iron gate slowly opened, those figures in front of the gate avoided to make way one after another, the Hummer stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly drove towards the luxurious manor on the top of the mountain.

A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped at the main entrance of the manor. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for Ken Asakura. The latter straightened his clothes with a solemn expression, and walked towards the manor with the driver and an assistant.

The leader of the black killing team he was about to meet was the third leader of the black killing team since its establishment, and he was also a legend of the Japanese underworld.

A year ago, the underworld in the Kansai area was still like a mess. Although there were many powerful underworld gangs, they were all busy with their own territory competition and industrial development. It's just a group of low-end shrimps.

At that time, the Black Killing Group was only one of the three major gangs in Kyoto. Although it had some status in the underworld, it was limited to this.

It was at that time that the leader of the big group was born out of nowhere. From an ordinary gangster who appeared inexplicably, with a few subordinates, he forced himself to wipe out the other two major gangs in Kyoto, making the black killing group become the leader of the gang. Kyoto number one.

This young man who appeared suddenly was appreciated by the second-generation team leader, and he was quickly promoted to the top of the black killing team. The unstoppable trend pierced through the large underworld gangs in other parts of Kansai, and the status of the underworld gang in Kansai soared like a rocket, and finally became the leader of the underworld in Kansai.

Two months ago, the second-generation team leader passed away due to illness. It can be said that this young man was appointed as the third-generation team leader of the black killing team.

Asakura Ken has only met this team leader twice, once when the other party took people to Osaka to break through the Yamamoto group a year ago, and once at the ceremony for the other party's succession to become the team leader, the other party revealed The temperament of the leader of the underworld has made him unforgettable to this day.

While deliberating about what the group leader said for a while, Asakura Ken walked to a closed Japanese-style door.

"Please come in." The man leading the way made a "please" gesture to Ken Asakura.

Ken Asakura adjusted his clothes for the last time, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Behind the door is a spacious hall with a layer of tatami mats on the floor. There are more than 200 men and women kneeling neatly on both sides of the room. The men uniformly wear black kimonos, and the women uniformly wear black sleeves, white socks and clogs. Calmly looked at Ken Asakura who walked in.

In the center of the hall, a young man wearing a cloud feather weaving which symbolizes the status of the group leader is sitting there casually, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and an old-fashioned silver lighter in his palm, lightly lighting a cigarette. Clusters of fire.

The beating flame lit the cigarette, and he took a puff, exhaling hazy smoke filled the air, his sharp and deep eyes narrowed slightly.

On his right middle finger and ring finger, he wears two rings, one black and one white.

The moment Ken Asakura's eyes met the young man's, his heart trembled slightly. It was the same look that this young man had when he led people to wipe out the Yamamoto group in Osaka...

He calmed down, walked to the center of the hall, and half-kneeled on the ground.

"Wakatou of the Black Assassination Team, Yamamoto's team leader, Asakura Ken, met the big team leader."

The young man looked at him quietly with a cigarette in his mouth, without any intention of speaking. The atmosphere in the whole hall was dead silent and oppressive.

In this deathly silence, Asakura Ken's psychological pressure increased again. He felt the young man's fierce gaze, and beads of sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

"Team leader, I'm here this time to report something to you. A few days ago, the Hanchuan family in Kanto sent someone..."

Asakura Ken half-kneeled on the ground, and told the story in detail, the only voice left in the whole hall was his alone narration.

In the hazy smog, the young man was smoking a cigarette, and his eyes revealed a faint kingly coercion. He just looked at Ken Asakura quietly, listening to everything calmly...

……

Shen Qingzhu is very depressed now.

He couldn't understand a word of what the man kneeling on the ground said.

Speaking of it, he has been in this ghostly place for more than a year. Recalling the scene at that time, Shen Qingzhu is still confused now. He doesn't understand at all how all this developed to this point inexplicably.

……

a year ago.

Shen Qingzhu woke up from the coast of Yokohama, looking around blankly.

He was in the same mood as Lin Qiye at the time. He didn't know what happened, why he came here, and what kind of place it was...

But it was night, after Shen Qingzhu floated to the shore, no one found him, so he walked into the city with such a dazed face, seeing neon signs and all kinds of incomprehensible words everywhere, he fell into a trap. meditating...

When he was in the training camp that year, he remembered that the instructor seemed to have mentioned this kind of culture, but he never listened to this kind of class, so he couldn't remember anything at all.

Fortunately, the people here look similar to him, and he blends in, and no one notices his strangeness. He just walked around half of the city, and when he was tired, he returned to the coast to smoke. As soon as a ray of flame was fired, I felt a vision protruding from the void, searching for him frantically.

For Brother Yan, who was born as an undercover agent, being cautious is the first priority in surviving in an unfamiliar environment. The moment he felt this gaze, he immediately stopped the operation of the Forbidden Ruins, and sat there motionless for more than ten minutes.