The two cute and cute girls who are in love with each other tried their best to endure Long Xiaoqi's howling and still kept their smiles. They applauded against their will and listened to the cherry blossom songs over and over again.

This is an entertainment venue for soldiers, where you can enjoy the safest and most meticulous service. Every woman has her own unique skills and the fees are not expensive. Usually, soldiers in Okinawa stations like to spend their weekends in such places. No one cares about this, and even the superiors encourage soldiers to come to such places to have fun.

It is better to guide the enemy than to guide. The soldiers have caused too many scandals in Okinawa, and the fundamental reason is that the demand is not met. In fact, this is also a common social phenomenon. For example, in many countries that serve legal services, there are few cases of violent assault. Because there is no need to use violence, you only need to pay a little money to meet the demand.

Long Xiaoqi played here without any hesitation, and was still arrogant and domineering. He didn't know that there were already gangs outside. When he walked to the streets, he was immediately targeted by the gangs; when he walked into this entertainment venue and was happy, the gangs began to gather. As for the police... the police had known that he had appeared for a long time, but no policeman was dispatched because the police arrested him only for sentence, while the gangs caught him directly killed him. It would be better to leave this kind of thing to the gangs.

"Bang!"

Murakami knocked a waiter out with a palm, quickly changed into the other party's clothes, and turned his waist into a staff member in the venue. He tidied up his bow tie and walked through one box after another with a bottle of red wine. He saw the underworld. Some of these underworld members in suits sat in the private room, and even said that the passage and the hall were occupied by the underworld.

They were all black suits with bulging waists.

Seeing these underworlds, Murakami showed an unaware smile. He didn't think these underworlds could kill their goals. Coming here was just to die.

This is a temptation, or an open provocation. Murakami didn't know how Long Xiaoqi survived, but he knew that the other party still dared to make a big splash, and he was afraid that he would not be able to find him. As for these underworlds, they were just small characters. How could Murakami not come in the face of such provocation? He had already failed once, and he would never allow a second failure.

"You, get out!" A gangster made a rude voice at Murakami.

Murakami just smiled slightly and continued to walk forward with the wine.

"Didn't you hear me?" The voice of the underworld became louder, and he walked over with his arms shaking, reaching out to grab the other person's shoulder.

The moment he grabbed his shoulder with his hand, Murakami's left hand flipped out a mad dog tactical knife like lightning and stabbed it straight into the chest of the underworld. When he stabbed it in, he changed direction and walked into the empty box next to him. When he walked in, the underworld also followed him numbly, as if completely out of control.

The series of actions were naturally extremely natural, and even the other gangster in front did not feel anything abnormal. From his perspective, his companion grabbed the waiter and walked into the private room, and wanted to teach this disobedient guy a lesson.

As soon as he walked into the private room, Murakami's left hand slashed and pulled out. The blade flashed and cut off the opponent's throat happily. Then, under the cover of noise, he kicked the opponent in the sand and closed the door and walked out.

There was no drop of blood on his body, clean and neat. The underworld kept twitching on the sand, and the blood from his chest and neck surging outwards, all sucked by the sand fabric. In just ten seconds, he lay there straight, staring at his eyes that had lost their luster of life in an absolutely still state.

"Hey, let you get out!" Another underworld came over.

As soon as he approached, the saber in Murakami's hand flashed again, cutting off the other party's throat and neck artery.

The underworld stood there calmly without saying a word, and blood from his neck gushed out wildly. He didn't see how the other party made a knife, but just felt a chill in his neck, and he didn't even feel the smell of death.

Murakami skillfully put away the spotless saber, pinched the goblet on the tray with his left hand and shook it at the blood arrow, caught half a cup of red blood, and continued to strode forward.

When he reached the corner of the passage, another underworld blocked his way.

The Mad Dog Tactical Knife flashed out again, and the life of this underworld...

Everyone knows that the lighting in the entertainment venues is dim, and everyone knows that there are many passages in the entertainment venues, connecting one private room after another. The underworld occupied here has long been distributed on each passage, but when Murakami walked over, all these guys who were standing with their arms around turned into cold dead bodies.

No sound came out, even the sound of lying on the ground was blocked by the sound of music. The smell of blood became extremely strong, but the blood was absorbed by the carpet, and dark flowers appeared in the dim light.

"Tu tuk!"

Murakami walked to the door of the private room where Long Xiaoqi was and knocked on the door gently. Behind him was a corpse, and under his feet, and there was still no blood on his body, clean and refreshing, except for the hot blood in the goblet.

Hearing the knock on the door, the two fates jumped up and opened the door. They really couldn't stand Long Xiaoqi singing the cherry blossoms over and over again, and the guest was just singing the cherry blossoms in languages ​​that they could understand and could not understand, including Chinese. They even said that they could recite the Chinese lyrics according to their sounds: Damn, Damn...

This is a Chinese guest... Chinese guests are all very rich. Young fate is no longer the kind of idea of ​​refusing to receive Chinese guests. In their philosophy, Chinese guests are more profitable.

But this guest is really... cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms... from beginning to end, I sing cherry blossoms, I don't even play with them, and I don't even touch them. Of course, many guests have their own hobbies, which is not new in Japan.

The extremely bored young girl from Yuanjiao got up at the same time to open the door. This move can also alleviate the powerful lethality brought by Sakura Song.

"Sir, your wine." Murakami smiled and walked in with the wine plate.

Long Xiaoqi finally put down the microphone and stopped singing his damn. Instead, he turned his eyes to Murakami and smiled. And that glance swept it from top to bottom, making a sound of tsk in his mouth, as if he was admiring a beauty.
Chapter completed!