At first, these bosses were talking about the aftermath of the Sixth Generation's funeral, but gradually, Ogura Haru began to propose the early election for the Seventh Generation President, which aroused Teraoka Yamada's dissatisfaction.

The bald counselor sitting next to him looked obviously unhappy.

After all, these words are referring to their police department by naming them.

As the second-in-command of the Tama Police Station, when the Sixth Generation was alive, he had to be polite before talking to him, let alone the second-level branches under his command.

"You don't know why the Metropolitan Police deployed police forces? From the death of the chairman to now, you have fought openly and secretly and committed many violent cases!"

The bald counselor threw the spoon on the table, wiped his mouth with a white towel, and said angrily: "I don't care how you campaign within the Jilin Plenum, please keep the noise down. If it really makes a big fuss, don't blame our police for it."

Dead hand!"

"Hehehe, oh, your dignified counselor of the police station, why are you acting like a violent society and threatening..."

Ogura Haru burst into laughter and grinned.

He is in charge of the North American branch and lives overseas all year round. Naturally, he looks down on these Japanese policemen and is not afraid of offending them.

The bald counselor had never been humiliated like this before, and he was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

"Teme!!"

"What! The police are awesome? Do you still want to beat me?"

Oguraji stood up suddenly, and his men also stood up together.

The situation in the dining hall suddenly became tense.

Only Abe Shigemoto still used a spoon and drank the miso soup leisurely, even taking the time to enjoy it, as if he couldn't hear the quarrel at all.

"Enough!"

Teraoka Yamada shouted angrily, and was about to reach out and slap the table again, but suddenly he couldn't help but coughed while covering his chest, "Ahem..."

"Brother!"

The man in charge of serving hurriedly rushed up to support him, and took out a bottle of emergency medicine like Suxiao Jiuxin Pills from his pocket, "Brother, this is medicine..."

"It turns out that the number two person with the highest status has a heart disease. No wonder Ogura Haru dared to bare his teeth in front of him."

Gao Bo put the rice ball into his mouth, and it was finally their turn to watch the gangster fight scene.

If Teraoka Yamada fell ill at this time, the funeral ceremony would probably be over. Gu Ji was about to raise his wrist to check the time, but Chen Zhiyu beside him muttered: "Why did the cell phone suddenly lose signal..."

It turned out that she had been secretly recording on her mobile phone.

When Gu Ji heard this, he frowned, vaguely feeling that something was not right, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Still no signal.

Too bad!!

He reacted instantly, grabbed Gao Bo and Chen Zhiyu beside him, and said urgently:

"Let's go! There's something wrong with the funeral!"

"puff--!"

In an instant, Teraoka Yamada suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, splashing Abe Shigemoto's face. The warm blood stained his handsome facial features and white shirt red.

"Brother!"

"Brother!!"

All the thugs from the Mountain Road Club rushed towards him.

The bald counselor Wang Xueming and others sitting at the same table were all stunned. They never expected that Teraoka Yamada's condition was so serious.

Ogura Haru was slightly startled at first, and then he couldn't help laughing, as if an adventurer had climbed a certain mountain and saw the dawn of victory.

Teraoka Yamada's facial features were so ferocious that they were almost distorted, as if he was enduring severe pain like tearing. He finally grinned, and there was scarlet blood between his teeth, "Rice, the rice is poisonous!"

"How can we repair it?! No one is allowed to leave!"

"Who did this, brother!!"

"Brother, he is the one who laughs the most! He was the one who killed Masaru Otsuka of the Muraki Group, and now he's poisoning him again!"

"Hahaha..." Seeing the thug pointing the finger at him, Oguraji suddenly lowered his face, sneered sinisterly, and even spoke English: "Fake oil stepmother! I didn't kill Otsuka Katsu, Teraoka and I

We have known each other for fifteen years, and we have no grievances or grudges. What kind of poison could I do to you? Are you out of your mind?"

After speaking, he pointed at the bald counselor.

"Perhaps this was done by the police, who took advantage of us being leaderless to completely destroy the Ji Plenary Session, or maybe Abe Shigemoto, this kid is a fucking white-eyed wolf, secretly taking away a lot of territory from the club's elders, and maybe even Kawazu

Wang Hui sent people to poison me, why are you just staring at me!"

"Sister! How can our police poison people? Don't spit on people!!"

The bald counselor also stood up, and the police behind him immediately surrounded him.

Gu Ji and others were secretly retreating outside the dining hall under his reminder and pull.

The drug was extremely toxic. In just a few words, Teraoka Yamada's eyes were already scarlet red, and there were even two lines of blood seeping out. He pulled out the samurai sword from his waist, and the silver light flashed:

"No one can be spared from everyone here!!"
Chapter completed!