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Worried that something might happen to the guests, Yujin Yuzhang came to the dark alley to take a look. He couldn't think of it, and he just listened to the secrets of the gang.

He returned to work with a full stomach.

The civil servant who was good at beating pachinko just now was chatting with him, and before he finished talking about the gang gossip, their white-haired boss stood up from the corner.

He didn't know what he did to the members of the rival gang, and now the poor big brother with a dislocated arm looked trembling and crying, his malt-colored skin collided with his watery eyes and sparks shouldn't have been there, making everyone Those who focused their eyes on him were all burnt to the eyes.

The big man had an aggrieved expression, he was completely different from him who was standing in the pachinko shop more than ten minutes ago, as weak as a small white flower whiter than Jushan Qingshu.He supported his arm that hadn't been stabilized, stood up with difficulty on one hand, and then looked at the big devil Wujo Satoru standing in front of him.

As expected of the big brother of a gang who had a son just after he became an adult, Hirohito's eyes swept across Gojo Gojo and Megumi Fukuro standing beside him with shocking eyes.

When he didn't know the identities of these people just now, he felt that this black-haired peer looked stinky but unexpectedly obeyed the law, but now once he was brought into the identity of his heir to the gang, he stood beside the gang boss. The calm figure that didn't change color instantly became darker.

In fact, it's just Fu Heihui, who has become numb after watching the Wutiao Enlightenment Elimination Curse Spirit these days:?

During this period of time, Gojo Satoru didn't know what he said to the big man in front of him, his face became paler and paler with the naked eye, but he still refused to say anything.

At this moment, Xia Youjie who had been standing by the side suddenly came over and said, "Do you know the backstreet girls?"

Everyone present looked puzzled, only Jushan Haruki and the two jk showed a very understanding expression.

Also very understanding is the flower-armed brother whose face froze.

"What do you mean?" Seeing that the face of the big man in front of him became stiffer and stiffer with Xia Youjie's words, Gojo Satoru couldn't help asking curiously.

"Oh...it's like this," Xia Youjie slowly took out his phone and started looking for videos for him, and said slowly under the sweet voices of three girls.

"In Akihabara, Tokyo, there is a popular girl idol group called Backstreet Girls recently," he said, "but the three idols of Backstreet Girls are actually male members of the Inukane Group who came back from Thailand."

Gojo Satoru was shocked by the amount of information in these two short sentences.

Amidst the sweet and lively singing of the backstreet girls, Xia Youjie slowly knelt down and looked at the big man: "I happen to know the boss of the Quanjin Group."

"After all, I'm not some kind of devil." Xia Youjie said.

he!where!inside!No!yes!evil!magic!up!

The big brother with flower arms has an earthquake in his pupils.

Should I say it or not, he actually knew the three members of the Inujin Group!

So they lost contact for so long because they became idols!

At the same time, Knotweed Yuren was also shocked.

Is this a big city...

Also, these are all secret secrets of the terrorist gang that he shouldn't know...

He had no intention of getting involved in the complicated love-hate relationship between these people, and while everyone's attention was on the backstreet girl, Knotaba Yuhito quickly made an appointment with the civil servant who was very good at beating pachinko The next time we played together, we immediately slipped back into the store.

The pachinko shop was so lively as if the two black-clothed men had never been there just now. People who were addicted to it cast their eyes on the pachinko screen after the gang men in black left. The man who won the lottery once can still be unlucky, and continues to maintain the state of not winning once after dozens of wins, and the state of not winning the lottery after entering.

Knotabagi Yourhito let out a long breath, trying to separate himself from the gangster story in the dark alley just now.

"Where have you been?" Another clerk who was on duty with him came over and asked curiously, "I haven't seen you for more than ten minutes just now?"

"Oh, I went to the rest room just now." Hirohito Hizumi scratched his head in embarrassment, "I accidentally spilled a drink just now and got it on my clothes, so I went to change it."

"I still don't know much about it," another clerk thought he was scared by the people from the gang, so he accidentally sprinkled the water, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay, they won't embarrass us, Go about your business."

Meanwhile, the "gang bosses" he's left behind are sitting in a van.

From the outside, this poor van has no idea how it can squeeze so many big men, but as soon as you open its door, you will find that although it has five people written on its outer shell, the space inside is empty. It's like a treasure chest with Doraemon, which makes people wonder why the interior space of this van is so large.

But the extensibility of the space is obviously achieved by sacrificing the comfort of passengers.

That is to say, this van, which can fit a car of big men, actually has no chairs except for the driver's seat and the co-pilot.

The No. [-] and No. [-] eldest brothers of the gang were sitting in the back of the van very casually, while the two daughters of the eldest brother and the next heir of the gang dragged out three cushions from nowhere and sat cross-legged in the back.

The little white flower civil servants were arguing with the system, and the driver in front was a big man with arms that had just been attached.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what he said to him. After he stood up, he said that he could take them to the address of the gang headquarters. Everyone in this gang had a bunch of curse spirits on them. It stands to reason that Gojo Satoru should actually investigate But I don't know why Xia Youjie also took his two adopted daughters into the car, so the car carrying five people took seven people and set off seriously overloaded.

I don't know if it's because Ariyama Haruki, the mobile lucky S, was in the car, the van arrived in front of the gang warehouse without any hindrance.

Before getting out of the car, the conjurers in the car were shocked by the wonderful scene in front of them.

To outsiders, the gang's warehouse is just an empty warehouse with idle iron cages. After going up the railing next to the iron box to the second floor, it should be the place they should go.

But in their eyes, this warehouse is full of a bunch of spell spirits stored in different categories.

These low-level spell spirits are all neatly stored in the warehouse according to their shapes and colors.The big man with his arms removed walked past a cage containing a pink curse spirit without knowing it. The soft cloud curse nimbly squeezed out along the cracks in the railings, and happily fell on his head, happily wrapping his barren body. skull.

The faces of the two JKs were distorted, and this is how the curse spirits on these people's heads came from...

But why would an ordinary gang store so densely spell spirits?

Gojo Satoru, who was the first to get out of the car, casually scanned the empty second floor, and then jumped downstairs with one hand on the railing.

"I've been thinking about one thing." He ignored the trembling big man next to him, patted his dusty hands, and looked at Fu Heihui, "Many places outside of Tokyo often submit some second-level conjurers. , a task that a first-level conjurer cannot accomplish."

"These are the missions I've been taking you with these days."

"Do you think it's difficult?" His expression was difficult to distinguish, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"The mission says it's a first-class super-curse spirit..." Fu Heihui looked at Jushan Haruki, the elder caretaker class, and answered carefully, "But it's not difficult for you to get rid of it."

"It's not that it's not difficult for me to get rid of it," Gojo Wu sneered, "It's that those curse spirits can't reach that strength at all."

He glanced around this special warehouse, and his tone was cold and scary: "The rating system in the magic world is rotten beyond the two schools. They recommended some people who should not be at this level."

And the higher the level, the more money you can get.

"Good guy," Nanako, who had been watching the excitement, finally couldn't help but whispered to Jushan Haruki and Fuhei Hui, "I've been hearing from your conjurer forum that the conjurer world is very boring, but I I don't know how to pull it off."

"Don't be tempted by the internet." Haruki Jushan straightened his face and looked at Nanako solemnly.

Fu Heihui, who felt that there couldn't be such an absurdity in the magic world, was silently relieved.

Then he heard Haruki Jushan say seriously: "There must be a difference between reality and the Internet, and reality is generally more outrageous."

As his voice fell, the heavy iron door deep in the warehouse suddenly made a piercing crash.

Something was pushing the iron door from behind, but since the outside of the iron door was firmly locked by a big lock, there was a harsh collision sound between the side of the door and the iron chain that locked the door.

"What's wrong?" Jushan Haruki urgently knocked on the system.

He was the last one to get out of the car when he came down, and he could barely see what was in the warehouse, but now Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie had read what he said just now, so he couldn't see anything in an instant, and could only He heard the harsh sound of the iron gate suddenly.

[The curse spirits who were locked in the cage just now suddenly started to bump into the cage.] The system briefly described, [Behind that iron gate... maybe there is something big. 】

All the conjurers present were distracted by the sudden change in front of them.

At this moment, Xia Youjie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Hasn't the magic world been like this for more than ten years?"

"Some idiots who are not looking for a job in their positions, some magicians who have no ability but are willing to be coerced by the backward system," he said sarcastically, "while these are producing curses, they are using curses to fear ordinary magicians. people……"

"What's the difference with a curse spirit?"

He yanked off the fig leaf on the happy and harmonious relationship between the six people.

After Jushan Haruki came back, the conflict between Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru was brought to the surface so abruptly for the first time.

There was a sudden silence in the warehouse.

The sound made by the things behind the iron door hitting the door frame unceasingly struck the hearts of everyone present.