Chapter 218 Give You a Chance to Reorganize Your Language

Nobuhiro's voice was like a small stone. Although it was very light, it still caused ripples on the calm lake, shattering the delicate balance in the bar.

With increasingly stern eyes, the figure in front slowly turned around, revealing a face covered with scars and scars.

Even the well-informed Nobuhiro was startled by such a ferocious face, but there was no crack in his expression. On the contrary, those dark and bright eyes were tinged with a little interest.

Mezcal's facial contours are more three-dimensional than Asano Nobushige's, and his eyes are much colder and crueler. When he looks at you seriously, you will feel a chill running down your spine and onto your scalp.

Even if the boys around him didn't face Mescal directly, they were so frightened by the aura around him that they avoided looking at him in embarrassment. It seemed that even looking at the man covered in black would cost him his life.

The scarred face facing Nobushige noticed the actions of the younger brothers and couldn't help but spat: "Ah! How can this little brat scare you like this?! Stand up!"

However, although the boss's roar could force his subordinates to form a circle, it could not bring the due pressure to Nobushige.

His eyes became colder, and there was still no emotion in his tone: "Where is Sohei Moyama?"

"Hmph!" Scarface took out a pistol from his arms and slapped it on the bar table, looking quite proud, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Nobuhiro looked at him silently.

Scarface thought that his words had successfully frightened the boy in front of him, who seemed to have no fighting ability. He couldn't help but become more arrogant and his words became more rude: "You are probably the dog sent by Kenzo Mashan to protect his brother, right? Go back and tell your master , tell him to prepare 50 million to redeem Soupei Soyama!"

Xinfan lowered his head slightly, his eyes showing boredom, and he sighed helplessly.

"Either prepare the money and bring it to me to beg for release, or prepare the funeral arrangements as soon as possible! Hahahaha..."

Scarface was still smiling wildly, but suddenly his eyes blurred and the figure of the man in black disappeared.

Scarface panicked, and he quickly grabbed the pistol next to him. However, before he could grasp it firmly, a force strong enough to break his wrist came unceremoniously from his hand.

He only had time to say "Ah!" before someone held his hands behind his back and pushed him onto the high stool next to the bar.

And the disappeared man touched him at some point, and was looking at him condescendingly, the strength in his hand gradually increasing.

"You, you, let go of the boss! Otherwise, otherwise!"

Amidst the shock and fear, one of the younger brothers trembled and roared.

Xinfan looked up lazily, then raised the pistol that had been collected by him: "Give you a chance to reorganize your language. By the way." He looked down at Scarface indifferently, "And you."

The younger brother was trembling all over for an instant.

Scarface quickly begged for mercy: "I, I, I was wrong! Is it okay that I was wrong?"

Nobushige had no time to listen to his nonsense: "Let me ask you one last time, where is Sohei Moyama?"

"He was drunk and was lying inside." Scarface replied obediently, "I didn't do anything to him. He just went the wrong way and was still drunk at my place...ah!! "

Scarface's face was squeezed out of shape by Nobuhiro's palm and the wooden chair, and he dared not speak in anger.

Nobuhiro could vaguely see a figure through the curtain leading to the operation room. At this point, Scarface probably wouldn't dare to lie. He was worried about Silla in his heart, so he stopped embarrassing these gangsters and just picked it up high and put it down gently.

However, he didn't expect that as soon as he let go and walked towards the operation room, someone suddenly put a gun to his temple.

"Did you think I would let you go so easily? You even gave me the pistol back. I really don't know whether you should be called stupid or foolish."

Nobuhiro: "..."

Alas, why is it so difficult to be tolerant and generous?

He pushed his right hand forward slightly and said softly: "Do you think I don't have a gun?"

A Beretta was held in Nobushige's hand at some point.

As he spoke, he raised his left hand again and released it slightly. Several bullets suddenly fell freely to the ground, making a crisp clanking sound.

Scarface's face instantly turned green, and he asked in disbelief: "You, when did you..."

"Now, can you let me pick up my friend?"

Scarface was so frightened that he immediately took several steps back, not daring to play any more tricks or even pick up the bullets on the ground.

Xinfan walked into the operation room as if there was no one else around, and immediately saw Silla sleeping in a deep sleep.

He turned around, and his scarred face suddenly trembled.

"..." Nobuhiro softened his tone helplessly, "Throw him into my car."

Scarface walked around Xinfan and walked into the operation room. He picked up Sirah, who was not much different in weight from him, rushed out of the bar and put it into the back seat of the car dozens of meters away with extremely gentle force.

Xinfan followed him over, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's go."

"Are you okay?" Scarface seemed to be in a dream. Just now he thought that his underworld career was about to end here.

Xinfan glanced at him indifferently and said nothing, just nodded slightly. Scarface happily praised him for his righteousness.

Nobufan stood next to the sleeping Silla, watching the figure of Scarface fading away. He sighed in his heart, sometimes these guys who are in the underworld are actually not bad. He is just outspoken and... of low quality.

At this time, Scarface had not yet realized that on the same day, they would be taken away by the Tokyo police for investigation for disturbing social security. They would have to spend at least three months in jail before being released.

And all this happened because they offended the man who was sitting in the driver's seat, waiting silently for his companion to wake up.

Xinfan glanced at Silla, who was sleeping soundly and probably wouldn't wake up for a while. He hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and dialed a person's phone number.

"..." He whispered, "It's me, Asano Nobushige. I would like to submit an application, perhaps to provide witness protection similar to that in the United States."

The officer's breathing stopped for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice contained unnoticeable worry: "What's going on? Have you been exposed?"

"It's not me." Xinfan smiled bitterly, "If I were exposed, I probably wouldn't have the chance to receive public security protection."

"That day will never come." The commander paused for half a second and added, "But we have formulated a complete protection plan for you, which is enough to deal with any adverse situation that may occur.

"Master Fu, the police will protect your comrades."