# 621
Chapter 622: Kangawa Tsukasa
Since obtaining 【White Slash】, Lin Qiye rarely used these two Night Watch standard Straight Blades. He only used them as a medium for reverse summoning magic, but here, reverse summoning magic couldn't be used. Besides, Lin Qiye now had the more flexible 【Dark Night Flicker】 as a replacement.
But now 【White Slash】 was broken, so Lin Qiye had to return to using these two Straight Blades. Fighting enemies bare-handed wasn't his style.
"Kill the blade master first!" the black-clad gangster shouted.
The surviving dozen or so black-clad gangsters simultaneously raised their hands, aimed at Lin Qiye, and pulled their triggers. Dense bullets flew from the gun muzzles, shooting directly toward Lin Qiye's body.
Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands gripping the twin blades, his figure ghost-like darting through the bullets. At his current speed, conventional thermal weapon bullets couldn't possibly hit him.
The black-clad gangsters only felt their vision blur. The target they had been aiming at had already flashed in front of them. Two blade flashes later, the guns in their hands had been cut into two pieces of scrap metal. At the same time, a scarlet blood line appeared across their necks.
They only felt darkness before them, and then they lost consciousness completely.
As Lin Qiye's figure moved, the standing black-clad gangsters on the bridge grew fewer and fewer. When only three people remained, Lin Qiye merely cut off their guns and kicked them flying to the bridge's edge, leaving them dazed.
A dozen or so wrecked cars burned into fireballs on the bridge surface. Black smoke rolled upward into the sky, and distant police sirens echoed repeatedly, rapidly approaching.
With such a commotion on the Miyazaki Bridge, the police naturally wouldn't ignore it. But by the time they arrived, everything should be over.
Lin Qiye sheathed the two Straight Blades into the black case, walked calmly to the bridge's edge, glanced at the police cars racing toward the street below the bridge, and casually picked up one of the subdued gang members.
"I ask, you answer."
"You bastard! Don't you dare be so arrogant, we won't—"
*Crack!*
A crisp sound came from his neck. His head tilted to one side, his eyes glazed over. Lin Qiye tossed him to the ground.
He walked to the second gang member and spoke again:
"I ask, you answer."
"..."
Osaka, somewhere.
Mr. Wei held a walkie-talkie as he walked through a dazzling modern corridor. Faint heavy metal rumbling sounds came from the end of the corridor. On both walls, neon-colored characters spelled out a few large words.
—Ghost Fire Girlie.
This was one of Osaka's most famous nightclubs, and also property belonging to the Ghost Fire Society, a black-clad gang with considerable influence in the Kansai region.
Mr. Wei walked to the door of a luxurious private room at the deepest part of the corridor, gently knocked, and then walked inside.
The moment the door opened, a thick smell of blood rushed over him. Inside the modern-style room, blood gathered like an ocean on the floor. On the long, spacious sofa, five or six bodies lay face up, each with a gory knife mark on their necks.
These were all executives of the Ghost Fire Society.
Beside these bodies, a middle-aged man sat calmly. His left arm was around the now-cold corpse of Ishizuka Takuya, the president of the Ghost Fire Society. His right hand held a glass of champagne, gently swirling it. Dense bubbles rose in the wine, glittering with an ethereal glow under the room's colorful lights.
He raised his glass, took a small sip, and those indifferent eyes looked toward Mr. Wei as he entered.
"What's the matter?"
"Young master, the men we sent to pursue Yuzuri Nana have encountered trouble." Mr. Wei respectfully reported. "A Magatsu Blade wielder is suspected to have intercepted them all at Miyazaki Bridge. They're still in combat."
"Magatsu Blade wielder?" The middle-aged man's brow furrowed slightly. "Is it Amemiya Haruki?"
"No. It's not raining at the scene, and from information we obtained from the Osaka police, his name is 'Asaba Nanaya.' However, the ID number and contact information he left are fake—nothing found."
"Besides Amemiya Haruki, someone else has set their sights on the Yuzuri family..." The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, as if contemplating something. "Did the Yuzuri heiress leave that bridge?"
"She did, but her whereabouts are temporarily unknown."
The middle-aged man slowly set down the champagne in his hand. "I'll go meet him. You take over the Ghost Fire Society... You know what to do, right?"
"Take over all their industries in Osaka, use them as our temporary stronghold. For the lower-level members of the Ghost Fire Society, use those who can be used, kill those who can't. Additionally, continue absorbing the surrounding smaller gangs, and prepare for a direct confrontation with the Black Killing Group." Mr. Wei seemed to have already planned everything.
The middle-aged man nodded. Just as he rose from the sofa, the walkie-talkie in Mr. Wei's hand suddenly lit up.
A faint static sound played, and a young man's voice came through.
"Hello."
Mr. Wei frowned and looked at the middle-aged man, whose brow slightly rose, as if slightly surprised.
After a long moment, the young man's voice sounded again: "I know you're listening."
The middle-aged man unhurriedly walked to Mr. Wei's side, took the walkie-talkie from him, and pressed the button, speaking calmly:
"Hello, Asaba Nanaya?"
"Should I call you Mr. Wei, or should I call you the young master of the Kangawa family, Kangawa Tsukasa?"
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly.
...
Miyazaki Bridge.
At the edge of the burning bridge, Lin Qiye held a walkie-talkie in his hand, his eyes staring into the distance. The black windbreaker gently fluttered in the wind.
"It seems those useless trash on the bridge are all dead." Kangawa Tsukasa's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "What do you want by taking the walkie-talkie? A declaration of war? A provocation? Or an announcement of ownership over the Yuzuri heiress? Wanting us to give up early?"
Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, his mind racing at lightning speed.
"That's right." He spoke calmly. "I just want to tell you that Yuzuri Nana and what's on her are mine. If you still want to interfere, I'll kill as many as come."
On the other side of the walkie-talkie, after a pause, Kangawa Tsukasa's voice gradually turned ice-cold:
"Though I don't know who you are, if you want to monopolize both the recessive royal blood on her and the whereabouts of that blade, your appetite is far too big... Be careful not to choke on it."
Recessive royal blood?
That blade?
This time, Lin Qiye's fishing had successfully extracted important intelligence from Kangawa Tsukasa. Though he still didn't know what these two things specifically referred to, at least there were now leads.
As one of the two major black-clad families in the Kanto region, for its young master to say something like "be careful not to choke," it showed that the two items on Yuzuri Nana were truly extraordinary.
Lin Qiye weighed his options for a moment, then sneered:
"Do you think I'm afraid?"