Hot Blood: The Big Villain is Me

Outside an abandoned warehouse somewhere in Nakano District, Tokyo, the Ninth Dragon God sat on a fuel barrel, smoking silently.

There was no one around, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

Looking back from where the Ninth Dragon God was sitting, he could see a pile of broken wooden boxes piled up in the deepest part of the warehouse, and a body that had been dead for a long time and had bled dry was lying on top of it.

That was the ninth generation Black Dragon General - Madarame Shion.

After Madarame Shion's tragic death, the Black Dragon members scattered in a hurry. Even those with broken hands and feet were supported by their companions.

They ran away without looking back as if there were evil spirits chasing them from behind.

Because someone died, the six people who were not experienced in the world were confused and at a loss, not knowing what to do.

But this kind of thing was nothing new to the Ninth Dragon God.

He looked at the six people with scars and persuaded them to go to the hospital first, and he stayed to finish the job.

Although the six little strong men were strong, they would inevitably suffer some injuries when facing a force several times their own.

But how could the six little strong men leave the Ninth Dragon God alone here?

Everyone quarreled for a long time, all clamoring to take the blame for the Ninth Dragon God, which made the Ninth Dragon God laugh and cry.

The Ninth Dragon God persuaded the six people with his family background and let them leave first.

After Sano Manjiro and others left, the Ninth Dragon God casually walked around the warehouse, then picked up a cigarette box and lighter that someone had dropped from a wooden box where the Black Dragon members used to play cards, and walked out of the warehouse.

Then the Ninth Dragon God found a place to sit down, smoking a cigarette, while taking out his mobile phone and calling his uncle in Machida City.

The leader of the Nine-headed God who received the call from the Ninth Dragon God was confused at first, and then turned into a wry smile.

This nephew of his is really a natural talent for the underworld!

How old is he?!

His hands were stained with blood that could not be washed off...

The leader of the Nine-Headed God first comforted the Ninth Dragon God like a normal parent, and then asked him to wait where he was and try not to let irrelevant people get close to the warehouse.

This is the scene at the beginning.

Just when the Ninth Dragon God was about to finish his cigarette box, a roar of cars sounded from far to near, and in a blink of an eye, three black Mercedes-Benz cars lined up and slowly stopped in front of the Ninth Dragon God.

""Click~"

The car door opened, and the gloomy-looking Maki Koshiro walked out from the back seat of the middle car.

When he saw that it was Maki who came this time, the Ninth Dragon God grinned.

"I say, Master Jiushi, can you please rest for a few days? I have been busy helping you deliver compensation and hush money to the victims' families!"

Before Maki even stepped in front of the Jiushi Dragon God, he started to complain non-stop.

As the money bag of the Senshikai, it was naturally Maki Yukishiro who was responsible for maintaining relationships at all levels and for subsequent compensation.

"Oh my, thank you for your hard work, Koshiro-kun~"

The Ninth Dragon God smiled playfully and raised his right hand to wave at Maki Koshiro.

"Oh! Headache! Shabu!"

Looking at the grinning Ninth Dragon God, Maki Koshiro felt that he was an idiot for planning to send a beautiful woman to the Ninth Dragon God.

"Big brother!"

Following behind Maki Yukishiro, a tall and strong man in a suit with a stiff expression bowed his head slightly after hearing Maki's call.

Maki said to Shabu,"Go inside to check the situation and clean it up."

"Yes!"

Shabu nodded and walked towards the warehouse with the members of the Thousand Samurai Society who got off the car one after another.

""Cleaning" This kind of thing should naturally be done by professionals. This time, not only did Maki come by himself, he also brought professional cleaners from the Thousand Attendants Association.

Looking at those people wearing white protective clothing and carrying bottles of organic solvents, the Ninth Dragon God just wanted to give a thumbs up.

"So, Master Ninth Generation, how many people have seen the guy inside?"

Maki asked the question that concerned him most at the moment.

The Ninth Generation Dragon God touched his chin and said a number that made Maki very upset:"Almost three hundred people?"

"Someone, come and send the Ninth Young Master home!!!!"

………………

After leaving the cleaning to Maki, the Ninth Dragon God got into a Mercedes-Benz as if nothing had happened.

After telling the driver the name of a certain hospital, he closed his eyes and began to rest.

Of course, he couldn't go home.

Today, he and his friends had done such an exciting feat. Only seven people defeated the Ninth Generation Black Dragon with hundreds of members.

This was something worth celebrating!

Now he had to rush to the hospital to see how the six little strong men were bandaged, and then go and have fun together.

""Master Ninth Generation, we've arrived at the hospital."

Just as the Ninth Generation Dragon God was about to fall asleep in the car, the driver's voice rang out.

"Oh? Okay, go back to find Maki and don't worry about me."

"Yes!"

The Ninth Dragon God got out of the car and walked into the hospital.

When he walked to the emergency surgery department, he was immediately attracted by the conversation between two doctors standing in the corner.

"If the child named Qian Chiyin doesn't get medical treatment, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

"I know, but her family doesn't have the money to pay for the high transplant fee. They are just an ordinary family. So what I can do now is to barely maintain her life. That girl is really pitiful."

""Ah!"

Qian Chiyin?

Why does it feel a little familiar?

The Ninth Dragon God stopped, frowned and thought, constantly searching for the origin of this name in his mind.

Qian Chiyin... Qian Chiyin... Qian Qingzong!!

Qian Qingzong, the eighth, tenth and eleventh generation members of the Black Dragon!! The

Ninth Dragon God stared slightly, feeling a little incredible.

Because, in the original world, according to the current timeline,

Qian Chiyin, the sister who is five years older than Qian Qingzong, should have died!

Sure enough, the timeline of the integrated world is a bit messy...

The Ninth Dragon God sighed slightly, put away his thoughts, changed direction and walked in front of the two talking doctors.

""Hey? Little friend, what can I do for you?"

One of the doctors asked the Ninth Dragon God who was walking up to him.

The Ninth Dragon God looked at the two doctors, then turned to the slightly older man who seemed to be Qian Chiyin's attending physician and said,"I am Qian Chiyin's friend. I just heard your conversation. I just want to ask, if the treatment costs are enough, can she survive!" The young doctor who asked the question at the beginning looked at the Ninth Dragon God, frowned slightly, and said,"Little friend, this kind of thing shouldn't be done.……"

"Shut up! I'm not talking to you!"

The Ninth Dragon God suddenly changed his aura, exuding a fierce aura that kept strangers away.

The young doctor couldn't help but shut his mouth, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The older doctor looked at the Ninth Dragon God in surprise, and immediately understood that this was a young man from a prominent family, so he hurriedly said:"Well, Qian Chiyin is severely burned. As long as the money is enough, a transplant operation can be performed immediately. It's just that there may be changes in his appearance after the operation.……"

"It doesn't matter, take me to swipe the card."

The Ninth Dragon God pulled out his wallet from his waist and said directly

"Uh...please follow me……"

After watching the two figures, one big and one small, go away, the young doctor who stayed behind turned pale, turned his head and spat, cursing softly:"Bah! Evil rich dogs!!"

But, I really want to be such a dog...