Chapter 1840: Nine Kings gather together to disturb the capital 13

Xiying drove to Li Xiangjun's apartment in Nishinoyama Town, Tokyo. Xiying didn't say anything along the way. Despite this, Li Xiangjun still saw something from Xiying's face.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Li Xiangjun gently held Xiying's hand. Xiying has been like this since the phone call just now.

Xiying turned his head and smiled slightly at Li Xiangjun. His smile was a little reluctant. Outside the French restaurant, Xiying's thoughts were always rising. He was always thinking about a question, why did Dong Bo come to protect him, and Xiying can be sure that there must be someone around him. This is very abnormal. Dong Bo knows himself, just like Xiying knows Dong Bo. If something hadn't happened, Dong Bo would never be like this. But when Xiying called Dong Bo just now, although Dong Bo was on the phone, his tone seemed relaxed, and even asked him to take his younger brother and sister back for him to see, but Xiying heard something in Dong Bo's words. Xiying didn't ask. He knew that Dong Bo would not tell him the answer.

"It's nothing, don't worry." Xiying glanced at the cars behind her from the rearview mirror and said.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped slowly in front of the apartment community where Li Xiangjun was, and Xiying personally opened the car door for his girlfriend.

Li Xiangjun held Xiying's hand and said, "No matter what happens, don't forget that I still have you around."

Xiying did not answer her, and suddenly frowned slightly and said, "Xiangjun, get in the car first and lock the car door."

Li Xiangjun was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he could not understand the meaning of what he said.

Before she could understand it, a group of people appeared in front of her.

"The two of you have such great face, but we are waiting in the cold wind!" A rude island Mandarin voice sounded, breaking this warm and romantic night.

Xiying's face was filled with disgust, the other party's tone, and the tattoo on her body all represented their identity, an identity that Xiying hated very much.

In an instant, two beams of lights enveloped them one by one, and from the corner of the apartment, a young man wearing a vest and smelling a black dragon on his arm came in a "silent" with a cigarette in his mouth.

At the same time, except for the electronic door on the stairs, more than a dozen fancy young people surrounded on three sides, biting chewing gum in their mouths. Everyone was dragging a Japanese standard short knife in their hands, and dragging it on the concrete floor, making a metal sound of "dinging" sound. Under the light, each Japanese standard short knife was shining with a cold and cold glow all over their body.

Xiying kept a graceful smile and said in Japanese: "Shouldn't you just report your name first?!"

"My name is Miyamoto Miyamoto. As for who I am, I'm afraid I will scare you when I say it." The young man looked contemptuous and did not take Xiying seriously. His eyes were always lingering in Li Xiangjun's perfect body, and his rampant smile was fully revealed.

"Boss Miyamoto, this girl is very beautiful. Look at her delicate and flawless skin and graceful figure, tsk, she is a superb guy!" A little brother of Miyamoto shook his eyes and said flatteringly.

The other little brothers couldn't help laughing.

Miyamoto San's expectation surged, and he chuckled in a lewd way: "Beautiful lady, your lover may be disabled and will be in a wheelchair tonight. Don't be afraid to tell you that someone here will pay for his life. In other words, if we take on this business, you may have to stay alone from tonight. Why not do this? Follow me in the future and use my third brother Miyamoto's ability to ensure that you will never forget tonight tonight, and you will die. Hehe, what?"

Li Xiangjun frowned, with an angry expression but no panic at all. She leaned tightly against Xiying's slender body. She believed that her boyfriend would not cause any damage to her, and this confidence came from the calm and peaceful aura emitted by Xiying.

There is no reason, this is the sixth sense of a woman's sensitivity. Perhaps others will think that this feeling is ridiculous, but she firmly believes it.

As for asking for help from the community security guard, she is a woman, but she is not stupid. Security guards who earn tens of thousands of yen a month will get involved in the Japanese underworld for them. They can do this job, but no one will be willing to give up their lives.

Xiying touched the bridge of his nose, his eyes became colder and more sneering. It would be fine if someone didn't take his blood sect leader seriously, but he dared to point fingers at his woman in front of him.

Perhaps, they didn't know that his relatives and women were his skeletons, but despite this, some things were doomed to be unforgivable. Could it be that the teacher hadn't taught them this idiom?

Alas! Why are there so many people seeking death in the world?

A hint of disdain was raised at the corner of Nishiying's mouth. In his elegant and careless smile, Miyamoto San felt uncomfortable all over. If ordinary people heard someone buying his legs and ***, they could not take care of themselves, or they were trembling, or they knelt down and begged for mercy, or even spent more money to buy back the parts on their bodies.

However, the handsome young man driving a sports car looked indifferent. Could it be that he really has a huge background that they can't afford to offend him?

However, this thought flashed through and was denied by Miyamoto Miyamoto.

At this moment, he thought more about how to turn her from a lady into a slut in bed after the matter was done.

His thoughts were just a blink of an eye. Miyamoto Miyamoto's face appeared silently, and he raised his hand to more than a dozen Japanese short sword brothers under his command. Just as he was about to wave it, God was destined not to give him another chance to wave.

He felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a flowing figure came at the speed of lightning and fire. An inexplicable fear enveloped his whole body and penetrated into his bone marrow...

Xiying has returned to Li Xiangjun's side, and a country looking out into the east murmured, "Young Master, Xiying is embarrassing you."

"If you hadn't committed my negative scale, it might have been a kind of sadness for me to use a ruthless trick like you."

On this quiet night, the sounds of "cracks" that should have been inaudible were particularly clear at this moment. Miyamoto San suddenly fell to the ground like his bones were removed. His little brothers looked at him in horror. Miyamoto Sanyi covered the dick below with his left hand in pain, and his whole body twitched, making a horrifying sound of pity that made people's pores.

Nishitao broke Miyamoto's right arm bone and foot bones, and of course, he was unable to take care of himself in the future. He only had more right hands than he said just now, and the interest rate was only.

Suddenly, a strong little brother from Miyamoto slammed the ground with a Japanese short knife and said sharply: "Brothers, let's go together, the people in our Yamaguchi group have never been afraid of anyone. I don't believe in evil. More than a dozen people can't beat him a little white-faced who protects a woman."

When the others heard this, they all looked violent. These little bastards who are not really involved in the underworld usually just bully men and women, but they are really cruel, but they are not necessarily cowards. Anyway, they are a bad life. The group in front of them is a clear proof. Of course, the other people understand the meaning of the strong man and cannot beat him up. Then they will catch his woman and threaten him. Are they still afraid that he will not surrender at that time?

More than a dozen people raised the Japanese short sword in their hands and rushed up like a ferocious and evil spirit.

"Yamaguchi Group!?" Xiying had contempt on her face, but after this contempt, she felt a little solemn. The contempt was because of the strength of the Yamaguchi Group members in front of her. Judging from their strength, they should be the most peripheral gangsters of the Yamaguchi Group. However, even if they were gangsters, they were also gangsters of the Yamaguchi Group, and this was exactly what made Xiying show solemnity.

Japan is the only country in the world that recognizes the legitimacy of gangs. Yamaguchi is the largest gang organization in Japan, with members accounting for about 70 (percentage number) of the total number of Japanese gangs. Its headquarters is located in Shinohara-machi, Hain District, Kobe City, Hyogo Prefecture. Yamaguchi team members can be divided into three categories, namely "Botuo Group" (gambling organization), "Taiwan Group" (open-air stall organization around the festival) and "Yushi Company" (bad youth organization). Yamaguchi group had a total of about 22,000 members by the end of 2008, with an estimated 17,800 members, and an estimated 38,000 members. Yamaguchi group has activities overseas, including other Asian countries and the United States. The sixth-generation Yamaguchi group uses the diamond-shaped "Yaguchi" as the gang emblem, and this diamond-shaped pattern-shaped gang emblem was later called "Yaguchi".

"Yamaguchi Group?" Xiying narrowed her narrow blue eyes and looked at the group of ignorant gangsters. She patted Li Xiangjun, who was worried in her eyes with comfort and said softly: "Xiangjun, do you believe in your man?"

"Yes." Li Xiangjun saw Miyamoto Miyamoto easily scrapped some important parts of her body without any reaction. Of course, she was a little shocked, but she firmly believed that her boyfriend's body could shelter her from the wind and rain.

Xiying squatted down, pursed her slightly raised lips, and an undetected evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She smiled gracefully: "Xiangjun, come on my back, let me, a little white-faced, be a knight who protects the princess!"

Little white-faced? Li Xiangjun smiled and lay on his safe back, saying angrily: "Although Xiangjun has a deposit of millions, he may not be able to support you, a rich young man."

"Thirty years from Hedong, thirty years from Hexi, maybe your man will have a time of poverty and downfall. At that time, you can't dislike me and kick me with one kick."

Xiying easily carried her, who was only nearly 100 kilograms, and supported her plump buttocks with her left hand. Through the thin gauze skirt, he could clearly feel her smooth and delicate skin.
Chapter completed!