The strongest supplier in Yokohama

Watanabe suddenly raised his head, above his head, at the end of the alley, on the old street lamp, was a familiar young man.

Under the moonlight, the young man squatted relaxedly on top of the narrow street lamp, his body lines were agile and smooth.

How can it be?Watanabe's pupils constricted, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He turned his head to look at the figure captured by his men behind him, only to see that the figure turned into a piece of wood after a puff of white smoke.

Another damn ability!Watanabe scolded the Russian in his heart, he dared to hide such an important matter from me, don't let me catch him.

When Watanabe's face turned red and blue, his men nervously raised their guns.

At the place where the gun was pointed, there was Yu Kanagawa who jumped down from the street light like a feline without a sound. He said in a serious tone, "Hey, tell me again, who do you want to be your male pet?"

"Put the gun down, put the gun down." Watanabe pressed the muzzle of his subordinate's gun. What if he accidentally hurt the beauty in front of him? He would feel distressed if he hurt that face.

Beauty, always have a temper, Watanabe thinks he can tolerate the petty capriciousness of young people.

Until now, he didn't take Kanagawa Yu seriously, but he was just a supernatural power user of the healing department, even if he mastered some other supernatural powers that are convenient for escape, he would not be afraid.

They have more than a dozen people with guns and live ammunition here, as long as Kanagawa Yu is not stupid, sooner or later he will take the initiative to attach himself.

"I'm Watanabe, the leader of the Hayata Club. Our Hayata Club can be regarded as one of the best in the mafia. Even your port mafia in Yokohama should give us some face." Watanabe took care of himself. The dusty worn-out suit awaits the adoring eyes of the youth.

Watanabe knows that Kanagawa Yu is just running a dilapidated grocery store, and it is his honor to see him, and I hope he will not hold back for too long.

Yu Kanagawa was almost laughed at by his brazenness. Does Mr. Mori know that this kind of stuff also wants to compare with Yokohama's port mafia?

"Aren't you the lost dogs who fled to Yokohama?" Kanagawa looked up at this unbearable scum, with undisguised disdain and contempt in his black eyes, "You deserve to come to Yokohama too?"

"Smelly cousin, don't be shameless!" Watanabe was irritated, he hated this kind of look, the group of mafioso looked at him like this, as if he was just a pile of rotten garbage, yes Rats in the stinky gutter.

Watanabe panted heavily, black malice flowed from the sore spot where he was poked, he waved his hand, and his men raised their guns at Kanagawa Yu in unison.

But the young man looked weak. He was wearing a simple pullover and only held a crowbar in his hand.

Looking at the disparity in strength between the two sides, Watanabe finally got a twisted pleasure in his heart.

He fixed his dark eyes on the thin young man, and pulled a weird smile from the corner of his lips, "It's better not to make unnecessary resistance, no matter how fast you are, you can still outrun the bullets? If you come here earlier, I will offer you With the supernatural ability, I can treat you a little better."

After they escaped, the ammunition funds they brought with them were not much, and shooting here may also attract the attention of Hong Kong gangsters.

It's best for him to come over quickly, or don't blame him for being rude, and when he catches him... the red blood in Watanabe's eyes became more intense.

"Okay, I'm coming." The young man walked over generously, without any sign of trepidation.

Isn't this a fool?Or are you intimidated by so many guns?

Watanabe thought that Kanagawa Yu would cooperate, but he didn't expect Kanagawa Yu to cooperate so much.

Originally, it was rare for him to patiently wait for Yu Kanagawa to approach, but as the young man got closer and closer with a blank expression, Watanabe couldn't help but shudder, and he instinctively felt the breath of a predator.

This damn weather, Watanabe complained in his heart, he ordered his men to go forward to arrest people, but he walked to the back of the crowd, "You two, secure him, let's go."

For some unknown reason, Watanabe looked back at the young man when he walked.

The young man was still walking towards him at a leisurely pace, and when he was about to touch the crowd, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Watanabe's heart suddenly shrank, and there was a buzzing in his head, why did he laugh?

Soon, Watanabe knew why.

The moment Yu Kanagawa makes contact with the mafia he sent, he disappears.

"Be alert, be alert quickly." The sudden unexpected situation caught Watanabe and the others by surprise.

They were holding guns, but they didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately, for fear that the bullets would bounce off the narrow alley and accidentally injure their own people.

They had such worries, but Kanagawa Yu didn't. He came out of the supernatural space and used a ninjutsu that he had been practicing but never actually combated.

"Calm down," Watanabe yelled under the protection of his subordinates, "he must be there, give me a piece of land..."

Before he could finish his words, a wave of heat came over his face, and Watanabe's muddy pupils reflected brilliant red waves of fire, which illuminated the dark sky.

Watanabe stretched out his hand and grabbed the person on the left, blocking him, his muscles trembling in fear.

Even so, his body was still stained with scorching flames. Watanabe endured the pain and patted out the flames, his voice terrified and shrill, "Go, go!"

His subordinates covered him and retreated out of the alley. They staggered and fled along the way. Behind them was a scene like hell. The scorched figures screamed and struggled in the sea of ​​fire, and finally the cries for help gradually weakened and returned to calm.

Yu Kanagawa put away the fire, and looked at this group of people with weak breath, feeling complicated. This was the first time he used such a large-scale ninjutsu, and it was also the first time he took so many lives.

When they took the lives of those innocent children, would they think that there would be a day when their lives would be taken easily?

Kanagawa Yurang secretly followed his Hong Kong gang members to help deal with these people, and chased Watanabe by himself.

Watanabe ran forward with difficulty under the cover of his subordinates. The wound burned by the fire was burning hot. He didn't dare to look back, and he didn't know where he was going to run. Why did it happen?Things were going well, why did things change in an instant?

"Ah—" one of his subordinates screamed from behind, and the voice stopped abruptly in the middle, and Watanabe looked back subconsciously:

It was a face that was perfect to the extreme, and the splashed blood drops and the dark moonlight did not detract from his beauty in the slightest.

This is also a face that horrified Watanabe to the extreme, "You, it's you, why is it you?"

Yu Kanagawa raised his eyebrows, but did not answer his words, "If you don't run away, you won't be able to escape."

Only then did Watanabe regain his senses in a trance, wanting to escape.

"Bang", there was a huge gunshot, and his subordinates shot Kanagawa Yuu with shaking hands.

Watanabe looked over expectantly, Kanagawa Yu took half a step back, but the place where the blood should have flowed was intact, he touched the place hit by the bullet, looked up at Watanabe, his eyes were dark and deep.

Watanabe screamed strangely, and fled away from Yu Kanagawa, his inner defense line was completely defeated.

Hurry up, must hurry up!

Even if they escaped desperately, the manpower is still decreasing a little bit.

Every time after the screams, there was always a person who fell limply on the ground and could no longer keep up with the team.

From the beginning to the end, they never heard the footsteps of the young man, only the occasional reflection in the moonlight followed.

Watanabe regretted it. If he was given another chance, he would not come to provoke this monster.

After the last scream, Watanabe was shocked to find that the world was terribly silent.

All he could hear was his own breathing, his own footsteps, and he was the only one left in the fleeing small group.

No, there was one more, and a black shadow that was always following him.

"Devil, you are a devil!" He finally couldn't bear the huge psychological pressure, his legs gave way, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

Watanabe turned around, his trembling pupils reflected the gorgeous young man walking towards him step by step, the young man looked at him condescendingly, and smiled with bent lips, "Do you still want my superpowers, do you want me to be your male pet? ?”

"No, no, no, I was wrong, give me a chance." Watanabe was tearful, his eyes were dull, and he stared at the ground with his feet, trying to stay away from the young man step by step, "Money, I will give you all the money, you Let me go."

"Really?" Looking at Watanabe's bright eyes, Yu Kanagawa's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he asked softly, "Did you let those children go?"

This sentence again!It's still the same sentence!In horror and hatred, Watanabe's voice was sharp and angry, "Who do you think you are, and what qualifications do you have to meddle in this matter?"

"I have no qualifications, so just treat me as meddling in my own business." Kanagawa Yu raised the flame-dyed crowbar in his hand and smashed it down heavily.

Watanabe struggled to escape from under the crowbar with half of his hand bone broken. While extinguishing the flames with his hands, he gritted his teeth and walked around the complex terrain. Cold sweat soaked his back.

Kanagawa Yu followed behind him unhurriedly. This area was originally a no-man's land. After Mr. Mori deliberately blocked the road, there would only be him and the members of the Yoshida Club here.

When Watanabe was about to pass a corner, a person suddenly appeared from the other side of the corner.

The man was carrying a backpack with a cello, long and messy black hair, and a peaked cap that was pressed down. His face could not be seen clearly in the dim light, and there was a small tortoiseshell cat squatting on his shoulder.

After walking out of the corner, the cat and the cat yawned tacitly.

Watanabe's eyes lit up, and there was a longing for life in his crazy eyes. He grabbed the man's neck with his injured hand, raised his gun and pointed it at his head, "Let me go, this is just a passerby , you don't want to kill him, do you?"

The cat was frightened, and jumped off the man's shoulder and walked away. The passer-by with the cello on his back was trembling, his voice trembling, "Don't, don't, don't kill me, I'm just a wandering singer, just, just slept here When I woke up, I didn’t do anything bad.”

Worse, this is an ordinary passer-by, and the members of the Hong Kong gangsters who followed him should still be there to clean up the mess and didn't catch up.

Kanagawa Yu put down the crowbar, raised his hands to signal, and then slowly backed away, "I won't move, and you don't shoot either."

While Watanabe's attention was focused on his face to relax his vigilance, Kanagawa Yu quickly formed a seal with his raised hands, and his shadow extended in the darkness until it merged with Watanabe's shadow.

"What's going on?" Watanabe found that only his eyes could move, and he panicked, "What did you do to me?"

Kanagawa Yu didn't speak, he raised his hand, Watanabe also raised his hand, his hand was empty, and Watanabe's hand was a gun.

The passer-by finally got rid of the control, he ran to hide behind Kanagawa Yu with his head down and small steps.

Kanagawa Yu turned his hand away and clasped his index finger towards his own.

"No!!!!" Watanabe couldn't move, his eyes were tearing apart, but he could only watch the young man opposite him buckle his index finger.

After a gunshot, everything returned to calm.

Before he died, Watanabe looked in the direction of Yu Kanagawa and the passers-by, his eyes widened suddenly, and before he could say anything, he died.

Yu Kanagawa raised his head, the sky was full of clouds and the moon was hazy, and tomorrow would be a fine weather.

--split line--

At Yokohama Airport, it was already very late at night, Nakahara Nakaya walked down the stairs quickly.

"Phew, we've caught up." He breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to the familiar city.

Tomorrow is Xiaoyou's birthday, if he sees himself, he will be shocked.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of Xiaoyou's surprised eyes on him, and felt that it was worth staying up for more than ten days.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is coming.

--split line--

"Everything is over." Kanagawa Yu breathed out lightly, not only to comfort himself, but also to comfort the wandering singer behind him.

He was thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, a little absent-minded.

"Yes, it's over." There was a soft and pleasant voice behind him, and then, the coldness and sharp pain that touched the heart.

A dagger accurately pierced his heart from behind and pierced through his chest.

That's right, his armor blocked too much damage back then, that's why he let the dagger go through so easily.

Yu Kanagawa wanted to drink the healing potion, but found that he didn't even have the energy to blink.

"Shh" the sneak attacker went around and raised a finger, "This is a special poison, whether you are a person with supernatural powers or something else..."

Even though it was a fatal blow, the thin young man in front of him still did not show murderous intent, his breath was calm and melancholy.

It was this kind of breath that fooled Yu Kanagawa's intuition.

He fell back on his back, unable to move, saw the face of the young man, sinister and sincere, evil and holy, "May the Lord bless you."

"Boom", the blood-stained wood carving slipped out of the gap in his chest and rolled into the dust.