# 627
Chapter 628: Drag's Fantastic Adventure
Of course, he found nothing.
Evading surveillance had become an instinct ingrained in Shen Qingzhu's bones. Even if the Oracle Envoy had turned over every monitor in the area, they never would have found his traces. He was like a ghost that had simply vanished.
By this time, Shen Qingzhu had already left Yokohama by cargo truck.
When the truck stopped and Shen Qingzhu jumped down from the cargo hold, he had arrived in Kyoto.
To Shen Qingzhu, there seemed to be no difference between Kyoto and Yokohama—both were modern cities with languages he couldn't understand. If anything was different, perhaps it was that the locals here spoke with slightly rougher accents.
Shen Qingzhu wandered around Kyoto for most of the night. Later, feeling hungry, he began searching for food nearby.
It was late at night when he walked to the entrance of a secluded street and saw several people fighting with sticks and knives. There were two groups—one was a group of fierce men with tiger tattoos, larger in number and armed with weapons; the other consisted of only two people fighting bare-handed against the larger group.
It wasn't really a fight. The outnumbered side was being brutally beaten.
The two men were beaten to a bloody pulp, lying on the ground while the other group surrounded them, sneering and saying something.
Suddenly, they noticed Shen Qingzhu standing at the street entrance, watching the commotion.
"Hey! You there! What are you looking at?! You want to get beaten too?!"
"A kid who hasn't even grown hair yet, wandering around outside at night? Looking to die?"
"Why don't we rob him too? He looks weak and frail. We can make some easy cash!"
…
In Shen Qingzhu's eyes, these several people just stood there babbling at him before sneering and walking over with their weapons. He didn't understand what was happening, but from their eyes, he sensed malice.
Shen Qingzhu, who had originally planned to just walk away, changed his mind.
He narrowed his eyes at the group, his gaze flickering as if contemplating something.
He wanted to eat, but he had no money on him… These guys probably had quite a bit on them, right?
They didn't look like good people anyway, so taking it from them directly wouldn't burden his conscience.
I wonder if the money on them is enough for a few meals?
Shen Qingzhu watched the group walking over with sneers and extended his right hand, pointing at them one by one.
One, two, three… six, seven, eight.
"Eight people, huh…" Shen Qingzhu's eyes lit up. Eight people's money should be enough for him, right?
Upon hearing these faint words—"Eight people, huh"—the group suddenly froze. Then flames of fury appeared in their eyes.
"This kid dares to insult us!!"
"He's calling us idiots! Beat him up!" (The phrase "eight people, huh" sounds like "bastard" in Japanese)
The eight fierce men charged forward together, but within ten seconds, they were all knocked to the ground by Shen Qingzhu fighting bare-handed.
Shen Qingzhu didn't use his Forbidden Ruins. Having experienced that before, he had already vaguely guessed at the rules of this place. Out of caution in unfamiliar conditions, he wouldn't risk using his Forbidden Ruins unless absolutely necessary.
Shen Qingzhu calmly lit a cigarette for himself and began searching the unconscious eight people for valuables. By the street entrance, the two men who had been beaten bloody witnessed the entire scene, shocked beyond words!
In their eyes, Shen Qingzhu had suddenly appeared, faced a group of fierce armed thugs, calmly pointed at all of them, said "bastard," and then knocked them all down.
Seeing injustice and drawing one's blade to help, striking swiftly and decisively—this was a reclusive master who embodied the way of the warrior!
They struggled to their feet, grabbed Shen Qingzhu's wrist as he finished collecting the money and valuables, and began bowing to him repeatedly in thanks, insisting on treating him to a meal.
Shen Qingzhu was caught off guard by these two grabbing him. Thinking they wanted to fight too, he was about to search two more wallets, but seeing them bowing and scraping hesitantly… It wasn't until they took the initiative to pull out money from their wallets and hand it to Shen Qingzhu that his expression softened somewhat.
Later, Shen Qingzhu was dragged by them to a nearby izakaya for a hearty meal. All the way there, the two men kept gesturing excitedly, saying something Shen Qingzhu couldn't understand. He just静静地 watched them, occasionally nodding coolly a couple times, then focused on eating.
After the meal, as Shen Qingzhu was preparing to leave, the two men gathered a dozen more brothers and began proposing to become sworn brothers with Shen Qingzhu.
By the time he came to his senses, he had a group of little brothers gathered around him…
When Shen Qingzhu saw these十几个小弟 respectfully standing to the side, bowing deeply and shouting something, he realized he had somehow become a small-time mafia boss.
These小弟 were all members of the Black Kill Group. They escorted Shen Qingzhu back to headquarters and introduced him to a senior cadre at the time. Shen Qingzhu had no idea what they were saying. He just stood there, expressionless, staring凌厉ly and ferociously at the senior cadre with a sharp, intimidating gaze.
The cadre seemed to want to ask Shen Qingzhu his name and where he was from, but Shen Qingzhu said nothing. He just stared at the man until the other party started feeling uneasy…
Later, the cadre slapped his thigh and babbled something else. The general gist was that this kid was interesting—had backbone, had skill, and an inexplicable sense of pressure. He officially added Shen Qingzhu to the Black Kill Group's member roster and began investing heavily in his development.
What followed was simple.
The cadre kept giving Shen Qingzhu orders—go eliminate this organization, take out that group. His小弟 would lead him directly to rival factions' doors. Without a word, they'd storm in and beat everyone up. Then everyone would look at him with admiring eyes.
This lifestyle continued for over half a year. Originally, Shen Qingzhu had planned to slip away quietly, but then he thought—if he left, he didn't speak the language here, what could he possibly do? The situation might become even more dangerous.
Here, at least he was a cadre. No one suspected him. As long as he went out with his小弟 every day to fight a few battles, his status in the Black Kill Group would skyrocket.
During this time, he could slowly learn the local language, gradually grasp more power. Once he became the number one leader here, he could use this force to search for his other teammates' whereabouts. That was the optimal plan.
Unconsciously, he had conquered vast territories for the Black Kill Group, becoming the second-in-command beneath countless others. Then, two months ago, when the second-generation Big Boss died, he truly became the supreme leader of the Black Kill Group.
But now, the头疼 thing arrived.
As the supreme leader, one had to make decisions for the entire Black Kill Group. He couldn't even understand the language—what was he supposed to do?