# 622
Chapter 623: The Blade that Cut the Bridge
After Lin Qiye said these words, he crushed the walkie-talkie in his hand, then gently opened his palm, letting the fragments scatter into the wind.
He had already extracted information about the two items on Yuzuri Nana from Kangeshi. If he continued probing, he would expose the fact that he actually knew nothing. After saying those words, Lin Qiye could also more or less guess what the other side would want to say.
Nothing more than harsh words, or threats—Lin Qiye didn't have time to listen to such nonsense.
Because... the police cars had already entered the bridge.
The howling of engines mixed with piercing sirens was rapidly approaching. There were about twenty vehicles. He could even clearly hear the speakers on the police cars broadcasting warnings, telling him to stand still and surrender.
Lin Qiye lowered his head and took a Sun Wukong mask from his chest, placing it over his face.
He turned around at the edge of the bridge, facing the speeding Japanese police, carrying the two black boxes. That Sun Wukong mask revealed a fierce, menacing expression under the sunlight.
"Hee-hee!"
Mumu bounced over to his side, climbed onto his back, looking like a mummy plush backpack. Its hollow eyes curiously observed the police cars gradually surrounding them both. It tilted its head slightly, as if asking Lin Qiye if it should take care of all of them.
"No need. Let's go." Lin Qiye's voice from behind the mask spoke calmly.
He stepped back, standing on the edge of the bridge, carrying the two black boxes. In the eyes of all the Japanese police, he gently fell backward.
His figure plunged from the Yamasaki Bridge into the rushing river below and vanished without a trace.
Just then, a massive black blade descended from the sky like a skyscraper, slashing heavily onto the Yamasaki Bridge!
This bridge that had stood over the Yodo River for decades was as fragile as a toy made of building blocks against this massive blade. It was easily severed from the center. Many Japanese police gathered on the bridge hadn't yet反应过来 what was happening before they were slashed to pieces by this single strike.
The bridge collapsed. Surviving police and police cars all fell into the rushing Yodo River, with countless rocks and debris tumbling in. The scene was utter chaos.
After the massive blade severed the Yamasaki Bridge, without the slightest hesitation, it continued slashing directly onto the turbulent Yodo River. The white spray it churned up rose like a tsunami, sweeping toward the streets on both sides.
Lin Qiye, who had already jumped into the Yodo River, clearly saw the massive blade descend through his spiritual perception. His pupils constricted.
Without thinking, he took out two Straight Blades from the black boxes and, in the water, swiftly turned to face the blade slashing into the water. He crossed the blades before him!
CLANG—!!
The massive blade collided with Lin Qiye's two Straight Blades underwater. The terrifying kinetic force was transmitted through the twin blades into Lin Qiye's body. With no leverage point in the water, his body could only be sent rapidly downward by this strike, toward the very bottom of the river!
Mumu clinging to Lin Qiye's back seemed to want to help, but in the water, most of its thermal weapons couldn't function normally. Thus, it could only watch anxiously, at a loss for what to do.
Lin Qiye bore the massive blade's weight, his body rapidly sinking to the bottom of the Yodo River. Given the terrifying power of this blade, without动用 the Forbidden Ruins, it would be difficult for Lin Qiye to resist with his physical constitution alone. He quickly made his decision.
A gleam of magical light burst forth in his eyes.
Mumu on his back was summoned back to its original world. At the same time, a veil of night covered Lin Qiye's body, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from where he stood.
[Night Blink].
...
Demon Fire Nightclub.
In the luxurious private room, Kangeshi slowly pulled the black blade from the map.
On the Osaka map spread across the floor, at the location of the Yamasaki Bridge, a shocking blade scar had pierced through the map's surface, even shattering the glass tabletop beneath the map into pieces.
Kangeshi expressionlessly sheathed the black blade, picked up the champagne beside him, and sat back down on the sofa.
Mr. Jing stood to the side, looking at the Yamasaki Bridge on the map that had been stabbed through. He试探性地问道, "Young Master, has the blade master died?"
"Probably not." Kangeshi spoke calmly. "The blade master isn't this fragile. This was just a warning I gave him..."
Mr. Jing nodded. "I will send people to search the area near the Yodo River for his traces, and simultaneously track the Yuzuri family's descendant. Once we locate them, we will inform you immediately."
Kangeshi nodded at Mr. Jing from his position on the sofa. The latter then left the room.
...
Somewhere in Osaka.
In a large Japanese classical courtyard, a figure dressed in a black-patterned kimono sat quietly cross-legged beside a low table.
It was a man with graying temples, appearing around fifty years old. There was a fierce scar on his temple. Although his eyes were closed and his expression peaceful, the dominating aura emanating from his brow truly demonstrated what it meant to be awe-inspiring even without anger.
Across from him, a beautiful young woman in an elegant kimono knelt and carefully brewed tea.
The delicate fragrance of Japanese tea wafted through the courtyard. After a while, a cup of clear tea was gently pushed toward him. The beautiful woman then knelt quietly beside him, as still as a sculpture.
The gray-templed man slightly opened his eyes.
His name was Asakura Ken, leader of the Yamamoto-gumi under the Kurosatsu Group.
Unlike the two major yakuza families in the Kanto region, the Kurosatsu Group was formed from various separate yakuza gangs that merged together. The Grand Leader of the Kurosatsu Group was the supreme commander of the entire Kurosatsu Group, with over a dozen massive yakuza organizations under his command. The Yamamoto-gumi was just one of these.
Asakura Ken was the leader of the Yamamoto-gumi and a senior executive of the Kurosatsu Group. Using underworld terminology, he was the Kurosatsu Group's Wakashu- Hudzumi, which was essentially equivalent to the position of the Osaka branch leader for the Kurosatsu Group.
In Osaka, he represented the will of the Kurosatsu Group.
And in the Kansai region, the will of the Kurosatsu Group represented the will of the entire underworld.
"Leader, those from the Kanzuru family who fled have made moves again." A man walked in from outside, bowed deeply to Asakura Ken, and said.
"Speak."
"They have successively eliminated several small gangs in Osaka, taking over their businesses, territory, and personnel. It seems they intend to establish a permanent foothold here. We just received news today that the Demon Fire Society has also been annihilated by them."
When Asakura Ken heard this, the hand holding his teacup paused. A sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"The dogs from the East want to come bark in the West?" he said calmly.
"However, what's strange is that today on Yamasaki Bridge, some of the Kanzuru family's people were killed by a mysterious person, with over a dozen vehicles blown up. Later, a black blade descended from the sky, cutting the entire bridge in two. There were also quite a few police casualties...
It appears that someone from the Kanzuru family may have arrived personally."
Hearing this, Asakura Ken's expression grew grim.
The Kanzuru family's head has arrived personally... That complicates things.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly set down the teacup in his hand and said, "Prepare the car. I'm going to Kyoto to seek an audience with the Grand Leader."