Sometimes, Ryuzaki really wondered if this old guy had some kind of superpower like seeing or hearing things from afar.
Why is he everywhere?
The person Ryuzaki was looking for was none other than Akutsu.
Akutsu slowly walked out from the crowd, met Ryuzaki Mana's slightly complicated gaze, and put on his signature kind smile.
"Brother, I heard that someone is going to cause trouble on Nameless Street today. I know you're bound to make some big moves, so I came to see if I could help you out."
Ryuzaki stared intently at Akutsu; this man was becoming increasingly unfathomable.
However, we do need to find him to clean up the mess now.
The Kowloon Group sent at least five or six hundred people to carry out the demolition, and they were all relatively unknown underlings, with no legendary figures leading the team.
These people are all going to die here today.
It should be very quick to kill them.
As I said before, it's best to leave the dirty and tiring work of collecting corpses to professionals like Akutsu.
Of course, this kind of thing can't be discussed openly in front of so many people.
Ryuzaki Makoto stepped forward, affectionately put his arm around Akutsu's shoulder, and led him aside, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Brother, I'm going to kill all these guys today. Do you think you can help me clean up the mess?"
Wow!
Upon hearing this, Akutsu's eyelids twitched involuntarily, startled.
He originally thought that at most, Ryuzaki Makoto would just beat up the Kowloon Group guys and kick them out, and that would be the end of it.
The reason I came here today is simply because I had nothing else to do; I just wanted to join in the fun.
After all, he's getting old, and I don't know when he started to really enjoy watching excitement. He can even watch two middle-aged women arguing on the street for a long time with great interest.
But I never expected this kid to be so bloodthirsty!
They'll kill them all the moment they open their mouths!
He glanced at the group and estimated that there were at least five or six hundred people from Kowloon Group present.
After all, Wuming Street is a very large place, with more than 10,000 permanent residents, and the government cannot possibly do something that would damage its reputation.
With fewer people, it's really hard to manage.
But, Ryuzaki, do you really think this is slaughtering a pig?!
Five or six hundred people were killed in one go?!
The fact that he had killed nearly two hundred of Dharma's people had already terrified him.
This time, even Akutsu, who had seen many big scenes, was truly stunned.
Akutsu couldn't help but lower his voice and say.
"Seriously, bro? You're going all in?"
Ryuzaki released his arm from his shoulder and chuckled.
"What's wrong, brother? You're not scared, are you? The bolder you are, the more you can make. You don't want to earn this money anymore?"
Don't want to earn money?
That's fucking fake!
The most difficult part of the human bone processing business is neither the production nor the shipping.
Rather, the question is: where do the raw materials come from?
When I invited those Indians over, I just wanted to add a little something to my business; I didn't intend to make the business much bigger.
However, it is no exaggeration to say that Ryuzaki Makoto's recent clean and decisive big moves have doubled Akutsu's personal assets.
Let's do a simple calculation.
A well-preserved human skeleton, sold on the international black market, can yield a net profit of at least $20,000.
He has obtained at least 300 well-preserved "raw materials" from Ryuzaki Makoto.
Just by doing that, it's already $6 million.
This is just a conservative estimate.
In fact, adding in the profits from organs that can be sold separately, Akutsu himself calculated that he earned at least $20 million last month!
Moreover, this is a business with no investment and huge profits!
After all, he doesn't have to kill anyone himself.
When Akutsu heard the words "I don't want to make money anymore," he immediately straightened his back.
"Afraid? You underestimate me! As long as the money's right, I'd even lead a crew to bomb the Prime Minister's residence!"
Ryuzaki Makoto smiled when he saw Akutsu's money-grubbing expression.
Bombing the Prime Minister's residence... it sounds...
I'm starting to feel tempted.
However, it's more important to get the immediate matter sorted out first.
"Then please make yourself at home, Akutsu-kun."
...
As the sun sets, the last rays of its rays bathe the dilapidated streets and crumbling walls of the nameless street in a crimson glow.
But this red color wasn't from sunlight.
Rather, it was because the land of Wuming Street had been completely soaked in thick blood, and the soil had turned into dark red mud.
"Please...don't kill me...I was wrong...I was wrong...please..."
A member of the Kowloon Group, dressed in a black suit, knelt on the ground, trembling, and incoherently kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Standing before him was a member of the True Dragon Society with an expressionless face.
He ignored the other's cries of pain and swiftly thrust his long sword forward.
"Pfft!"
The sharp blade pierced the man's heart from behind, cutting right through him.
"Ugh~"
In the distance, a violent vomiting sound could be heard.
Looking at the hellish scene of corpses and rivers of blood before him, Masaki Amamiya could no longer hold back and violently vomited while leaning against the wall.
He had already vomited up everything he ate at noon; now all he was vomiting was bitter bile mixed with stomach acid.
Hiroto Amamiya stood to the side, patting his brother's back helplessly.
It's not that he has a strong mental capacity, but rather that from the very beginning, he tried his best to restrain himself and not watch this scene that resembled a one-sided massacre.
Why is it described as torture and murder?
Because there were only about 300 True Dragon Society members present today.
However, these people were all wearing riot helmets, bulletproof vests, and even carrying a pistol with a silencer.
It can be said that they are armed to the teeth.
The group sent by Kowloon Group consisted of a motley crew that only knew how to bully ordinary people; there were no legendary figures present, and they couldn't even organize any decent resistance.
Therefore, this battle was a one-sided massacre from the very beginning.
Moreover, the Amamiya brothers even doubted whether those so-called legendary figures could really survive the death barrage composed of more than three hundred silenced pistols.
Just then, a voice carrying a hint of concern rang out beside them.
"If you two brothers feel you can't hold on, don't force yourself. You can go outside and rest for a bit. I don't think the boss will blame you…"