Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

The man with the mustache turned his head and ran without hesitation until he reached the edge of the falling ice crystals, and then stepped out, but his face changed suddenly, and the restraint and suffocation that almost killed him just now were overwhelming from all directions. Come on.

He knelt on the ground, covered his neck with one hand, and desperately crawled towards the ice crystal behind him.

The group who took the lead didn't know that they had been discovered. They all showed fierce eyes, raised their swords, and rushed towards Furate River with a hiss.

Gu Techuan turned sideways slightly, the long sword in his hand flickered coldly, and then, a row of right arms flew high.

The gap was too big, even if Furutegawa stood still and let them cut it, at most he could only cut his clothes to pieces.

The blood-red dust whizzed up, and painful hums sounded from the mouths of this group, as if the dust had the magical nature of sucking blood.

Gu Techuan watched quietly, this group of people seemed to belong to a certain kendo gym.

Seeing this scene, the other people who touched the weapons quietly trembled, let go of their hands quietly, and lay down on the ground again.

The man with the mustache who climbed in again was watching in horror.

Sure enough, has the real king ever killed someone?

Judging by his reaction, the number of people who died at his hands may not be eighty, but a hundred!

It's a pity that he guessed wrong, the monsters were the ones who died the most at the hands of Furutegawa.

As for humans, they haven't really killed much.

Even now, he didn't kill him completely.

He looked at the other gangsters and said softly, "Who else wants to do something? Come on."

No one dared to speak.

Furutegawa shook off the blood on the sword, and sighed regretfully.

The bearded man on the outermost edge was gripped tightly. He suspected that Furutegawa wanted to kill them all just now!At least that's what I really thought...

The surrounding scenes are all shattered.

They returned to the warehouse again. Compared with just now, there were only a few more guys who were missing their right arms and didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

At this time, the mixed bell of the Special Division and the police car rang outside.

A group of people rushed in, led by Yasuhiro Ishikawa.

He glanced back and forth, his eyelids twitched when he saw those people missing their right arms, and finally he looked at Furutekawa with a questioning look in his eyes.

"I was kidnapped." Gu Techuan pointed at the Guisun subordinates, and then said, "The others wanted to come and rob me with them."

Finally, he said again: "From an objective point of view, I'm a victim... Ishikawa-san, a lot of gangsters have been haunting Wenjing recently, but everyone is terrified."

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him speechlessly, pointed at the man with a mustache who breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from the sky: "Bring these bastards back!"

The man with the mustache kept nodding, yes!Take him away!

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Alas...what about tomorrow's update (I'm leaving by car tomorrow)

Chapter 38 Who the hell are you

"Fujimoto ran away?"

Furutegawa looked at the message he had just received on his mobile phone, took his coat and went out without thinking too much.

Even though he had just returned home, he still pinched his nose and received Youjia's scolding, saying that he was a child, and Sahuan didn't look at the time, and told him to stay at home and wait for Aunt Qingkong Qiuye to come home.

But Fujimoto couldn't let it go.

After all, he actually blamed Fujimoto. If that bastard hadn't sold his information, how could he have caused so many troubles?

Besides, he is not the only one who thinks so, all gangsters think so today.

What he wants to deal with the most now is Fujimoto, who sold his information, if he doesn't give him a little bit of power, then next time he will ride on his head and shit?

As for the unreasonable but reasonable selling of information by information dealers, just save it for fooling the ghosts, whoever has the biggest fist is the father!

With a sneer, Furutegawa stepped on the accelerator and chased in the direction of Kanagawa.

……

Qingkong entered the house with two big bags, but seeing Youjia was alone at home, he asked casually, "Where is he? Did he go to the shrine?"

"No, he went out in a hurry a few minutes ago, as if he was looking for a fight with someone." Youjia muttered while nibbling on an apple, "You don't know, that kid just ran away when he was putting the decals on." , running for hours at a time.”

"There must be something urgent, right?" Qingkong took a sip of water and said something uncertain, she turned around, took out her mobile phone and called Gutegawa.

God's Christmas starts today, if this kid dares to go to pick up some bounty missions, let him kneel down on the keyboard when he comes back!

The phone was connected in seconds, and Guategawa's voice came: "Hey, hey, are you back?"

Qing Kong tilted his head slightly: "Where did you go?"

"Go to Kanagawa Prefecture, do some small things there, and go back soon."

"Are you coming back for lunch?"

"I'll check the time after I'm done. It's okay. Make more for lunch. I'll go back and eat."

Is this sooner or later?Qingkong didn't want to complain about him, so he said directly: "If Aunt Qiuye asks where you have been, what should I say?"

"Hmm... a part-time job, I did a part-time job to deliver an order!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Furutegawa made an extra charge on Fujimoto's head.

If I don't clean him up today, it's really unreasonable!

At the same time, in a certain open-air hot spring pool in Kanagawa Prefecture, Fujimoto, who was covered in slack and fat, didn't know that he was in great trouble. He wiped his face with a towel, hit the small plate sideways, drank sake, and took another piece After savoring the beef for a while, he cursed at Guisun again.

This time he was blind, and found such an idiot as a partner!But he was unlucky, that idiot Guisun must not be much better off.

With such a big incident, now maybe the entire underworld circle in Tokyo knows about his good deeds, and it is estimated that they have already blacklisted him not to associate with him!

No one would like such an idiot.

"Idiot!" The more he thought about it, the more angry Fujimoto cursed again, the life or death of Guisun in the future has something to do with him, he is really unlucky!

At this time, the wooden door of the hot spring was pushed open little by little, and someone cautiously said, "Boss..."

"what?"

"Boss, there is new news from Tokyo... The Special Division and the police intervened and took away all the gangsters."

Fujimoto was stunned, and immediately sneered: "That's all right, the special department and the shrine have always been closely related, and now the underworld circle in Tokyo must hate Guisun to death! He won't live long!"

The subordinate behind the wooden door said cautiously: "Boss, Guisun seems to be dead."

"What?" Fujimoto was surprised: "Has it been killed?"

"Yes! I heard that there was a stampede due to the chaos at the time."

"The stampede incident?" Fujimoto, who had lived his entire life, sneered immediately when he heard this, and cursed at him as a bastard. He poured another glass of sake and drank it clean.

Well done, Guisun!

This is the end of public outrage!

Sake is a little bit hot, especially when drinking in hot springs, Fujimoto's cheeks and nose turned red, and hiccupped: "Since Guisun is dead, this matter is almost over... tied up by him How's the guy?"

"There is no news about this at present, and it will probably be protected by the special department..." The subordinate hesitated: "Boss, although I am not sure whether it is true or not, but there is some news about you..."

"Me?" Fujimoto was startled, dropped his wine glass, and said in a deep voice, "Is it because the Shirakawa Shrine made cruel remarks?"

If Shirakawa Shrine is going to retaliate against him, Kanagawa might not be safe either.

"It's not Shirakawa Shrine..." The subordinates were a little troubled: "It seems that the underworld circles in Tokyo, big and small... all say that they want to sink you into Tokyo Bay."

The hot spring pool fell silent, and after more than a minute, Fujimoto said, "Did I get it wrong? It was Guisun who should have sunk to Tokyo Bay. What does it have to do with the old man!"

The subordinate said cautiously: "According to the feedback from our channels, there are at least [-] underworld clubs who have released the same words, which are incompatible with us."

Fujimoto couldn't sit still anymore, wrapped himself in a towel, strode out, and asked with a gloomy face, "What's going on?"

His men bent down: "It's still under investigation!"

"Too slow! Get the phone!"

He has been operating in Tokyo for so many years, so he naturally has a wide network of contacts.

After getting the phone, Fujimoto found the number he often dialed, but there was a busy tone all the time in the handset. Finally, after the recording sounded, he pressed the hang up button with a gloomy face, and started dialing the second number.

The second number only rang a busy tone and got hung up.

Fujimoto's face became more and more ugly, but there was also panic in the cloudy eyes.

He walked into the room quickly, threw the mobile phone to his subordinates, and said sharply: "Call everyone! I don't believe that no one answered!"

"Yes!" The sweaty subordinate hurriedly dialed the number.

Fujimoto wiped his body casually with a bath towel, and got dressed directly, not even planning to eat the prepared lobster feast.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the anxiety in his heart made him not want to do anything anymore.

escape!Run away first!

He has earned money all his life, even if he retires now, he will not be able to spend it all until he dies.

"Revenge at Shirakawa Shrine? Or is the Special Division starting to arrest me? Or worse?"

Putting on his clothes, Fujimoto felt more at ease, turned his head and said to his subordinates: "Find the phone number of the special department and buy this news for 500 million!"

"Yes!"

The subordinate who hadn't dialed any calls answered loudly, but before he dialed the number, a call came in first.

Both his subordinates and Fujimoto were stunned, the former looked at it, and said with an extremely nervous expression: "It's an unfamiliar number, from Tokyo!"

Fujimoto's complexion also changed a bit, his complexion was cloudy for a while, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "Go!"

Anyway, he is now in Kanagawa, even if Shirakawa Shrine wants to retaliate against him, people will not be able to get through for a while, so it is better to let him figure out what is going on.

He swallowed his saliva and swiped the answer button with his thumb.

But there was a dead silence on the other side of the phone, and no one spoke at all.