# 628
Chapter 628: The Wise Big Boss
As it turned out, Shen Qingzhu really had no talent for learning.
Even after staying here for a year, he still couldn't understand what they were saying. Besides the names of his two sworn subordinates, the only sentences he knew how to say were three:
"Hachi tsu ya!" (Bastard!)
"Kurusu!" (Kill!)
"Yoshi!" (Good!)
Languages—he could only manage these three sentences. For anything else, he had to improvise.
Like now.
Asakusa Ken knelt there, having already explained the situation. The others all turned their gazes to Shen Qingzhu, the Black Assassination Squad's Big Boss, waiting for his decision.
"Big Boss, the Kankawa family's influence has spread into Kansai. They really don't think we Black Assassination Squad exists! We must teach them a lesson and drive them back to Kanto!" Asakusa Ken's eyes blazed with killing intent as he gazed seriously at Shen Qingzhu.
Shen Qingzhu raised an eyebrow, shifting his gaze away from the man to the other men and women kneeling by the hall's side. Their faces were filled with anger as well.
At this moment, although Shen Qingzhu had no idea what had happened, he could already guess—someone had incurred everyone's wrath.
Good, that made things easier.
Shen Qingzhu unhurriedly held a cigarette between his fingers, and killing intent flickered in those cold, indifferent eyes.
"Kurusu." He said calmly. (Kill!)
Hearing these words, Asakusa Ken and the men and women kneeling around him all beamed with joy, shouting loudly:
"The Big Boss is wise!"
Seeing their reactions, Shen Qingzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief... He'd lucked out again this time.
Just then, Asakusa Ken hesitated for a moment before speaking again:
"Big Boss, there's another problem. The young master of the Kankawa family has also come to Osaka this time. He has a Magatsu Blade in his possession—we stand absolutely no chance against it... Could you bring more people and personally come out to help us hold Osaka?
Relying on us alone, it would be difficult to drive them out!"
Hearing these words, the men and women around them frowned and began whispering amongst themselves, as if discussing something.
Shen Qingzhu was confused.
I'd already said "Kurusu," so why is there still more?
And from everyone's reactions this time, it seemed like this wasn't something easy to handle...
Relying on just those three sentences, there was no way he could bluff through this.
Shen Qingzhu沉思片刻，装模作样的点了点头，然后看向自己身边的心腹，淡淡开口喊他的名字：
"井守裕。"
遇到这种复杂情况，Shen Qingzhu通常的解决办法是，不自己解决。
他喊心腹的名字，就是想让他替自己参谋，出主意，虽然主意未必靠谱，但至少他的身份不会败露。而这个心腹也就是一年前他从街道上救下的那两个人之一，是真正的自己人。
一旁的井守裕一愣，以为是Shen Qingzhu日常给他的考验，认真的思索许久，说道：
"我认为寒川司亲自带人来大阪，应该不是为了争夺地盘这么简单，再结合大阪其他几个帮派被灭的消息，我感觉……他们应该是在找什么东西？"
Shen Qingzhu没听懂，但他还是点头，眼眸中浮现出赞许，似乎是在鼓励他继续说下去。
"能够让寒川司亲自出手，这件东西一定很重要，这么一来的话，我们留在大阪的人手确实未必够用……我们首先要弄清楚他们究竟在找什么，然后在他们之前，把东西抢到手！"井守裕越说，越觉得自己的推理是对的。
他回过头，郑重的对Shen Qingzhu说道：
"大组长，我觉得我们有必要亲自去一趟大阪，如果我们不出面的话，仅靠浅仓健确实无法解决，弄不好，这件事可能会动摇黑杀组在关西的地位！"
Shen Qingzhu装模做样的沉思了片刻，然后点了点头。
"大组长答应了。"井守裕回头看向众人，"幸太，你去准备一下，除了那几个重要部门之外，把能带的人都带上，我们马上启程去大阪！"
"是！"
浅仓健的看着坐在那的Shen Qingzhu，眼眸中浮现出感慨之色。
大组长……真是英明啊！
……
The next morning.
Lin Qiye woke up early, changed into a red shirt and sequined western suit nearby, tidied his appearance, and walked out of the room.
The Black Wutong was a barbershop with living quarters upstairs for the employees. Although the place was a bit run-down, there was enough space. Lin Qiye's spiritual感知 swept through the surroundings—Xiao Jin was still sleeping in his room, but both Yuzuri Nana and Uncle had already left their rooms.
He walked down the stairs and found Yuzuri Nana with her sleeves rolled up, seriously mopping the floor of the second-floor dining area. Uncle had brewed himself a cup of coffee and was leisurely enjoying his breakfast by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the bustling street outside.
"Why are you mopping?" Lin Qiye asked, puzzled.
"I begged Uncle Kyosuke, and he agreed to let me work here as a temporary worker. He'll pay me every day too." Yuzuri Nana wiped the sweat from her little face and smiled at Lin Qiye. "Even though I won't earn as much as you, Qijiye, I can still help ease some of your burden!"
Kyosuke was Uncle's nickname. He was also the owner of this host club. According to rumors, he had been a very famous host in Shinjuku back in his younger days.
Lin Qiye stared for a moment, then reached out and patted her head. "I can manage on my own. You should rest more."
Yuzuri Nana shook her head. "No, if I don't do anything, then wouldn't I just be deadweight?"
She pushed Lin Qiye back into his seat, grabbed the mop, and said seriously, "Qijiye, you just rest first. I'll handle the work here!"
Lin Qiye helplessly sat across from Uncle Kyosuke, who was sipping his coffee and smiling as he watched Lin Qiye.
"Seems like you siblings have quite the bond?"
"Yeah." Lin Qiye glanced around. "It's this late, shouldn't you be opening for business?"
"Opening?" Uncle Kyosuke raised an eyebrow. "A host club doesn't open in the morning. It's only at night that those lonely... oh, I mean, those troubled women come out looking for comfort.
During the day, even if we opened the doors, no customers would show up."
No wonder Xiao Jin was still asleep.
Lin Qiye nodded, about to say something more, when a crisp doorbell rang from downstairs.
Uncle Kyosuke's expression froze, his face contorting strangely as he stood up, muttering quietly under his breath:
"That's odd. At this hour? Is someone actually coming?"
Seeing the boss stand, Lin Qiye, maintaining his professional demeanor, stood as well, straightened his clothes, and followed him down to the first floor.
His spiritual感知 swept across the door—
The next instant, he froze in place.