Ryuzaki Makoto merely raised an eyebrow at Yoshiyuki Zenshin's threatening words, then suddenly reached out and covered his mouth and nose with an expression of extreme disgust, taking a half-step back.
"Has no one told you you have bad breath?"
Ryuzaki Makoto's voice was much louder than the deep whisper that Zenshin Yoshitaka had just given him.
In the banquet hall, the members of the True Dragon Society were taken aback when they heard their leader say this, and then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! So he's a foul-mouthed jerk! No wonder he talks so rudely!"
"I bet he just came here after eating shit! His mouth stinks worse than a toilet!"
"Boss, stay away from him! You might get suffocated by the stench!"
When Shanxin Jilong heard the unbridled mockery from the kids of the True Dragon Society, his arrogant expression froze instantly, and his eyes flashed with terrifying anger, as if he was about to lash out.
But the next moment, Ryuzaki Shin's right leg rose like lightning, bringing a gust of wind that tore through the air, and kicked Shanxin Jilong solidly in the abdomen!
"Bang!"
A dull, loud bang!
The tall and burly body of the believer Jilong was kicked high into the air, flying backward for more than ten meters. He slid a distance on the thick carpeted ground before finally crashing heavily into the crowd of believers with a "thud," knocking down several of his underlings.
However, the believer Jilong did not appear to have suffered any real injury. He simply clutched his stomach, groaned, and then sat up on his own.
None of his henchmen dared to step forward and help their boss.
In the Japanese underworld tradition, if a boss loses a one-on-one fight and needs help from his underlings, it's considered an admission of incompetence and a loss of face.
Therefore, the underlings would rather watch their boss stand up on his own than offer to help him up.
The believer Jilong didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and rubbed his stomach.
"You've got some nerve."
Looking at the arrogant and menacing True Dragon Society members opposite him, Shanxin Jilong patted his thigh and suddenly smiled.
"It's been a long time since I've seen that expression. It reminds me of when I was young and just as arrogant."
After saying this, the believer Jilong slowly stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his suit.
"A bunch of arrogant brats. When they piss us off, shouldn't they be begging for mercy on their knees like cowards?"
"It's infuriating to see you all like this."
Ryuzaki Shinya smiled, his tone full of disdain.
"Oh dear, it's really annoying to see an old dog with only a few teeth left spouting nonsense here."
The believer, Jilong, squinted and helplessly rubbed his forehead.
How long has it been since anyone dared to speak to him like that?
"You guys, don't you learn fear until you die once?"
"Even so, are you still going to go against us?"
Ryuzaki Makoto still had a relaxed expression on his face, and he shrugged as he spoke.
"What was the name of that guy who knelt down in front of me begging for mercy a while ago?"
Standing not far away, Kirisawa Jin immediately spoke up loudly at the opportune moment.
"Boss, that guy's name is Uehara Tatsujin!"
Ryuzaki Makoto pretended to suddenly realize something and clapped his hands.
"Oh right, that's the guy, Shangyuan Longchen. Before he died, he knelt in front of me like a beggar, crying and begging me to spare his life."
He looked at the believer Jilong and said with amusement.
"Um... Brother Jilong, tell me, how much more backbone do you think you'd have compared to him before you die?"
The believer, Jilong, was grinding his teeth.
In the Kowloon Group, Shangyuan Longchen was actually quite close to him.
Shanxin Jilong also wanted the position of president of Kowloon Group, so he secretly formed cliques and factions.
The death of Uezono Tatsuomi was a real loss for him.
Moreover, the fact that the other party was now so casually discussing Uezono Tatsuomi's shameful behavior before his death made him unable to maintain his outward composure any longer, and his gaze began to turn sinister.
"What an arrogant fool! You think killing one Shangyuan means anything? You have no idea how terrifying Kowloon is!"
Ryuzaki laughed even louder.
"You broke through so quickly? I thought you'd hold out a little longer."
The believer, Jilong, stared intently at Ryuzaki Makoto, his eyes like those of a venomous snake.
"I've memorized your face."
Then, he turned around and spoke to his underlings behind him.
"Let's go!"
Ryuzaki Makoto shook his head and said slowly behind him.
"What, you're already trying to run away? It's my woman's birthday today, why don't you stay for a meal before you leave?"
Upon hearing the word "escape," the believer Jilong immediately turned around in surprise, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Escape? I'm not going to escape!"
Suddenly, the believer Jilong burst into manic laughter.
"This is just the beginning! I'll show you what a real adult contest is all about!"
The believer, Jilong, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, his eyes filled with cruelty and excitement.
"The real show is just beginning!"
After saying this, Shanxin Jilong led his more than one hundred people and left the hotel.
Ryuzaki Shin simply watched the other person leave quietly, without making any further comment.
At that moment, Goro Ishida quickly walked to Ryuzaki Makoto's side.
"Boss, should we take some men and chase after them now...?"
As he spoke, he made a beheading gesture across his own neck.
Ryuzaki Makoto waved his hand.
"No need. Today is a joyous day; seeing blood would be too unlucky."
If it were in the past, it would be quite an achievement if the believer Jilong could walk out of this door unharmed today.
However, Ryuzaki's identity is somewhat different today.
The ensuing power struggle will not only involve the Kowloon Group, but also the government.
Therefore, one should cherish one's reputation even more.
This is a public place. If I get into a large-scale conflict with the other party here, and someone with ulterior motives takes photos and makes a big deal out of it, my image will be ruined.
He immediately prepared to establish the "True Dragon Group" and step into the limelight.
The name "Ryuzaki Makoto" is his own skin, his own face.
A great, glorious, and righteous image is essential.
Moreover, he plans to use his status as a "great philanthropist" and "good guy" to cause a major disturbance with the government over the Wuming Street casino.
At this critical juncture, we must pay even closer attention to the impact.
Of course, there's another small reason: it's my woman's birthday today.
Such a scene of bloodshed is bound to cause some discomfort.
As for that old dog, Shanxin Jilong, he will definitely die, and he will die a terrible death.
Ryuzaki couldn't help but sigh, "Different positions lead to different mindsets."
He turned back to the stage and gently patted Asuka and Nanako on the back to reassure them.
Then, he picked up the microphone and spoke loudly to the audience.
"Haha! Brothers here, there was a little unpleasant incident just now, but don't worry about it."
"I will only say one thing: We, the True Dragon Society, will crush our enemies no matter who they are or how powerful they are!"
"roar--!!!"
The crowd below erupted in enthusiastic cheers and shouts, their morale soaring to its peak.
Ryuzaki Makoto smiled and gestured for her to stop, then continued.
"Now, let's get back to the main topic! Everyone, raise your glasses and celebrate the birthday of our heroine tonight, Asuka!"
At that moment, everyone filled their glasses, raised them in unison, and shouted loudly.
Happy birthday, sister-in-law! May you stay young forever!
Then, everyone drank it all in one gulp!
Ryuzaki looked at his energetic and spirited brothers on the sidelines and sneered inwardly.
Adult methods?
Kowloon Group, bring it on!
Previously, the True Dragon Society was always at a disadvantage in the game because of its small size.
But the True Dragon Society now has a strong and well-equipped army with ample supplies!
Kowloon Group...
Are you ready for your doomsday?