Upon hearing Ryuzaki's request, the eyes of the believer Jilong twitched involuntarily a few times.
The already thin oxygen in the carriage seemed to freeze completely at that moment.
Although he had a thousand urges to draw his gun and smash the young man's head in front of him, reason was like a cold iron chain, tightly binding the hands of the believer, Ji Long.
He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold-plated lighter.
"clatter."
A crisp metallic click rang out.
With a forceful press of his thumb, the orange flame flickered at the vent. He reached out and, with a slightly stiff movement, handed the flame to Ryuzaki Makoto.
Ryuzaki Makoto wasn't being presumptuous; he leaned forward slightly and politely used his hand to block the view.
"Sizzle—"
The tobacco was ignited by the flame, producing a soft burning sound.
Ryuzaki took a deep breath, and the pungent smoke flowed into his lungs through his throat, making him look much more relaxed.
Without looking at the face of the believer Jilong, he naturally reached out his left hand and pressed the window control button on the car door armrest.
With the hum of the motor turning, the black bulletproof glass slowly descended.
The evening breeze, carrying the heavy smell of blood from outside, instantly filled the car.
Ryuzaki casually rested his left arm on the car window, rhythmically tapping the door with his fingers, his eyes slightly unfocused as he gazed at the setting sun about to sink below the horizon.
"call--"
A long column of smoke billowed from Ryuzaki Makoto's mouth and nose, quickly dissipating in the breeze.
He didn't turn his head, his tone light and casual.
"President of the Shanxin Association, have you ever considered changing your lifestyle?"
Upon hearing this, Jilong, a believer sitting on the other side, suddenly widened his narrow eyes, which had been squinting.
His body tensed up to the extreme in an instant.
From the moment Ryuzaki Makoto got on the train, he had actually been waiting.
He was waiting for the young man to speak, trying to figure out what he wanted to say, and even fearing that the young man might suddenly attack him at any moment.
The believer Jilong kept his right hand discreetly tucked into the lining of his kimono at his waist, where a short-barreled revolver loaded with bullets was inserted.
That was his last trump card.
The superhuman fighting power that Ryuzaki Shin had just displayed outside the car was clearly visible to Zenshin Jiryu through the car window.
He was very self-aware; if it came down to hand-to-hand combat, even a hundred of him would be no match for this young man.
The two are now in the back seat, less than half a meter apart.
But at such close range, he had no idea whether his gun was faster or Ryuzaki's fist was faster.
However, the feel of the gun grip at least gave him a sense of security.
But to his surprise, the first thing the other person said after getting in the car was to ask him if he wanted to change his lifestyle.
The rhythm of the conversation left the believer, Jilong, feeling deeply absurd and bewildered.
He stared intently at Ryuzaki Makoto's profile.
"I'm doing quite well now. I have plenty to eat and drink, and I have hundreds of brothers under my command. I'm considered a prominent figure in Sakura's little territory. I don't need Chairman Ryuzaki to worry about this."
Upon hearing this, Ryuzaki Makoto's lips curled up slightly, and he shook his head with some regret before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke.
The smoke swirled around him, making his face somewhat blurry.
"People always need to have some pursuits in this world, and they always need to try some new things."
He turned his head and looked at the believer Jilong through the smoke.
"Look at you, you're already this old, and you've been working in the underworld for so many years. Haven't you ever thought about leading your brothers to retire from crime?"
"Find a place where you have no enemies, buy a big estate abroad, bask in the sun every day, and enjoy yachting. Isn't this kind of blissful retirement life better than living in constant fear in Japan?"
"What's so great about this little place called Sakura? The pond is too shallow, there are too many turtles, it's just a slightly larger island."
Ryuzaki flicked his cigarette ash, the grayish-white ashes falling onto the black carpet, looking particularly glaring.
"If you don't want to go to Europe or America, you can go to the great Eastern country across the sea. There will be plenty of gold there in the future, and there will be plenty of opportunities. With your savings, you can go there and become a rich man. It will be much more respectable than staying here and occupying a toilet without doing anything."
Only at this moment did the believer Jilong finally understand the boy's true intentions.
This wasn't a casual chat about life; it was clearly an ultimatum.
Ryuzaki was telling him to get out of Sakura, abandon the Christian business he had painstakingly built up over decades, give up all his territory and business, and completely disappear from his sight.
The believer Jilong's chest heaved violently.
He wanted to yell at Ryuzaki Makoto, to teach this arrogant junior what the dignity of a senior meant, but the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
In the end, all the anger turned into a long, helpless sigh.
The believer, Jilong, slowly withdrew his hand from his waist and took out an exquisite mahogany cigar box from the storage compartment in front of him.
"Clatter".
The box was opened, and inside lay two expensive Cuban cigars.
The believer Jilong took out a cigar, skillfully retrieved a cigar cutter from the side, and focused intently on cutting open the cigar cap.
This process is extremely complicated and meticulous; it's a habit he uses to showcase his status and taste.
He took out a special long match, struck it, and instead of lighting it immediately, he patiently rotated the cigar, carefully heating the stem to ensure the tobacco was fully heated.
He then put the cigar in his mouth, took a deep drag to light it, and lit it until the tip was glowing a uniform red flame.
"call--"
He held a thick cloud of smoke in his mouth before slowly exhaling it.
The believer Jilong finally calmed his wildly beating heart a little.
He held another uncut cigar in his hand and patted Ryuzaki Makoto on the shoulder.
"Young man, would you like one?"
Ryuzaki Shin tilted his head slightly, glancing casually at the beautifully packaged cigar in the hand of Zenshin Jilong out of the corner of his eye.
He is certainly a discerning person.
That's Cohiba Behico, the black and gold label, a top-tier product that money can't always buy.
Ryuzaki Shin simply shook his head slightly, holding the half-smoked ordinary cigarette between his fingers, and waved it at Shinshin Jiryu.
"I don't smoke that stuff, it's no fun."
The believer Jilong's eyebrows twitched violently.
He snorted coldly and threw the expensive cigar back into the wooden box, as if Ryuzaki Masashi couldn't handle fine food.
While smoking a cigar, Zenshin Jilong glanced at Ryuzaki Makoto with a sinister look.
His right hand slid silently back to his waist and touched the cold handle.
At such close range, if someone suddenly attacks, even if Ryuzaki is made of iron, he'd still get a hole in his head.
This is a golden opportunity.
Once you pull the trigger, all the problems will be solved.
The murderous aura inside the car suddenly intensified, and even the driver in front seemed to sense the abnormality, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
However, Ryuzaki Makoto seemed completely unaware of this.
He even slid his body down a bit, finding a more comfortable position to half-lie down, leisurely watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.
"President of the Benevolent Association".
Ryuzaki Makoto suddenly spoke, his voice still as calm as still water.
"Although I don't like lecturing, I still want to give you some sincere advice."
Ryuzaki Makoto slowly turned his head, his deep eyes like an abyss.
"Dispel that dangerous thought in your mind, and don't try to touch that rusty toy."
"Otherwise, the outcome might be very unpleasant..."