The entrance to Funky Jungle.
The night breeze carried the pungent smell of gasoline, causing Amber to furrow her brow slightly.
He watched as the well-trained members of the True Dragon Society calmly poured bucket after bucket of the golden liquid onto the bar.
His gaze lingered for a moment between the flashing neon lights and the black gasoline, as if recalling something. Finally, he shook his head slightly and turned his attention to Ryuzaki Makoto, who had been silent beside him.
"Now, it's time to have a proper talk with us about why you called us here in the first place, isn't it?"
Ryuzaki Makoto didn't answer directly. His gaze first fell on Kohaku, then he turned around and patted the Amamiya brothers, who had been standing next to him, on the shoulder, speaking calmly.
"A storm is brewing. We're about to face a full-scale war with the Kowloon Group, a life-or-death final showdown. What are your plans?"
Upon hearing this, none of the three showed any surprise.
During this period, they had been mingling in the core circle of the True Dragon Society, and were on friendly terms with the higher-ups in the society.
Furthermore, since Kirisawa Jin didn't hide anything from them, they had already been informed of any moves the True Dragon might make and were well-prepared.
Not to mention the Amamiya brothers, those two shameless guys, who live right next to Ryuzaki Makoto's luxurious villa.
He often goes to Ryuzaki Makoto's house to freeload, and his relationship with Ryuzaki Makoto is even closer than that of the other members of the church. Naturally, he knows all the information.
The forthright and outspoken Masaki Amamiya immediately thumped his chest and was the first to declare his opinion:
"Ryuzaki Makoto! Don't worry! How could such a big event be complete without our Amamiya brothers! Just give the order, and I'll be the first to rush in! I'll beat those Kowloon Group bastards so badly they won't even recognize their own mothers, and show them why flowers are so red!"
Masaki Amamiya is essentially a very loyal and kind-hearted person.
Having been treated to such good food and drink by Ryuzaki Makoto these past few days, Ryuzaki Makoto never said anything, but he always felt a little guilty.
As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's money is bound to be grateful," and he always wanted to find an opportunity to do something to repay this kindness.
In contrast, his younger brother, Hiroto Amamiya, has a much more reserved and introverted personality.
He wasn't that excited; he just looked at Ryuzaki Makoto seriously, nodded, and said in a deep voice:
"Ryuzaki-kun, feel free to ask for anything you need as long as it's for the fight against Kowloon."
Amber looked at the Amamiya brothers' eagerness to volunteer and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes.
He nodded in agreement.
"And don't forget me. You know, I have an irreconcilable blood feud with those inhuman bastards in Kowloon. This time, I'm going to personally send them to hell."
Hearing their menacing statement, Ryuzaki Makoto smiled but shook his head slightly.
"In my chessboard, Kowloon Group is already a dying dragon with its teeth gone and claws worn down. In my opinion, it poses no real threat and its downfall is only a matter of time."
"What I want to ask is..."
Ryuzaki's gaze deepened as he looked at the three people before him and asked, word by word:
"After the Kowloon Group is destroyed, after you have avenged your great grudge, what are your plans for the future?"
Upon hearing Ryuzaki Makoto's question, the expressions on the faces of the three people froze simultaneously, and then they all fell silent.
future...
What are you going to do?
To be honest, they had never really thought about this issue seriously.
Their sole motivation for living, the belief that has sustained them in their fight to this day, is to destroy the Kowloon Group and avenge the dead.
But if they really get their revenge, and the goal that has been weighing on their hearts suddenly disappears, what will they do?
Should the fighting and killing continue?
Or should I find a secluded place to live in seclusion?
They were completely bewildered.
However, being intelligent people, they could naturally understand the underlying meaning in Ryuzaki Makoto's words.
This was undoubtedly an olive branch extended to them, with an extremely strong intention to win them over.
Although they are nominally working for Ryuzaki Makoto, it doesn't mean they are already members of the Shinryukai.
They were only brought together temporarily because they had a common enemy and a common goal.
Joining the True Dragon Society is a different story; it signifies a long-term commitment and bond.
Therefore, after a brief moment of thought, none of the three immediately gave Ryuzaki a clear answer.
Ryuzaki Makoto was neither surprised nor disappointed; he seemed to have anticipated this situation and maintained his gentle smile.
"You all look so serious, like you're going to your execution. Relax. I was just asking casually. Alright, it's getting late. Go back and get some rest. You need to conserve your energy and get in good shape during this time. After all, that tough battle coming up will be really fierce and bloody."
The three of them looked at Ryuzaki Makoto, opened their mouths as if they wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, they swallowed their words back.
After all, these major decisions that concern the future of one's life cannot be made on a whim in a short period of time; they require utmost caution.
The three of them stepped forward one by one, patted Ryuzaki Makoto's shoulder forcefully, and without any further words, turned around and strode down the steps, mounted the heavy motorcycle parked by the roadside, and quickly disappeared into the night with the roar of the engine.
Ryuzaki Makoto stood there, quietly watching the three figures disappear into the distance. The smile that had been on his face gradually faded, and his expression slowly became calm as still water.
Should we try to win over these three people?
The answer is yes.
Whether considering their character or their terrifying combat prowess of being able to take on a hundred men, if these three individuals could become the backbone of the True Dragon Society, it would undoubtedly elevate the society's overall strength to a whole new level.
However, tonight, Ryuzaki Shinya never expected to receive any promises directly from the other party.
Because these three men are the kind of true tough guys who, once they make a promise, will disregard their own lives and honor it even if it means being shattered to pieces.
Therefore, it is understandable and respectable that they are extra cautious when making decisions.
After all, this is not just a choice, but a decision that will determine the direction of their entire lives.
Tonight's conversation was merely to plant a seed in their minds, to bring up this matter and let them start thinking about it in advance, and that was enough.
Just then, Kirisawa Jin, having finished dealing with the bar's internal affairs, walked out of the bar and quickly approached Ryuzaki Makoto, reporting in a low voice:
"Boss, everything inside has been cleaned up. Every corner has been thoroughly doused with gasoline. We're just waiting for your order."
Ryuzaki nodded, took a cigarette out of his pocket, and skillfully put it in his mouth.
He walked slowly to the entrance of the bar.
The neon sign that read "Funky Jungle" was still flashing tirelessly.
He took out a 10,000 yuan banknote from his pocket and waved it gently in his hand.
"Snap."
A blue flame shot up from the brass lighter.
Ryuzaki didn't light the cigarette directly, but instead brought the flame closer to the corner of the banknote.
The banknote quickly curled up, turned black, and then burst into a ball of orange-red flame.
Ryuzaki Shin used the flame from the burning banknote to light the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep drag.
Then, he glanced at the ball of flame in his hand, and casually tossed the glowing debris into the hall.
"ICE, I'll pay for the drinks..."
The burning banknotes traced a graceful arc in the air before slowly falling to the ground.
"boom--"
A tiny spark ignited upon contact with the gasoline vapors that filled the entire venue, instantly causing a violent explosion.
A fiery dragon roared and soared into the air from the point of impact, spreading wildly in all directions at an astonishing speed along the gasoline-splattered floor.
The flames engulfed everything in an instant.
A raging fire shot into the sky, the intense heat distorting the air, and glass shattered under the scorching sun, producing a series of crackling sounds.
Ryuzaki Makoto stood in front of the bar, which had been reduced to a sea of fire. The firelight illuminated his sharply defined profile, hiding half of his face in shadow.
He exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the collapsing roof, and murmured:
"This world has no utopia, nor does it need one.