Chapter 643 Beautiful Lady
Inside the spacious limousine, a young man wearing traditional Japanese attire sat in the back seat. He had his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap, and he was holding a folding fan in his hand, which he was tapping on his palm.
"Master." The bodyguard leaned against the window and whispered to him, "We are here."
Hearing this, Takeda Luo slowly opened his eyes and looked somewhere outside the window. There, a high-profile and eye-catching silver sports car just stopped.
Not long after, the car door opened, and the first thing that broke into Takeda Luo's field of vision was a bright coral color, and then a tall figure slowly revealed his true appearance.
The characteristics of the two races of Europe and Asia have reached an absolute balance on her face, with a high bridge of nose, thin outline, soft eyebrows, and a pair of pure obsidian eyes that shine with bright light.
The woman's height is a bit prominent compared to most Japanese women, but when matched with her dress and appearance, it only gives a harmonious impression. It seems that if it is more, it will be cumbersome, and if it is less, it will be boring.
Takeda Luo looked at the figure walking towards him and suddenly laughed softly.
The bodyguards and drivers around him didn't understand why he was laughing, and they didn't dare to express anything unusual. Trust Fan knew that, so the expression on his charming face suddenly darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Mr. Takeda is in a really good mood." Nobushige said in a strange tone.
"No, no, no." Takeda Luo's smile widened a little, "I'm still wondering if you guys lied to me. I obviously agreed to let Mescal come over, but in fact, what appeared in front of me was a graceful lady. "
In Nobushige's peripheral vision, Takeda Luo's subordinates maintained serious expressions, as if they could not hear their conversation at all. But, how could I not hear it? Ears are not eyes. As long as they are closed, you can't see anything. Even if they resisted knowing too many secrets, they already knew it.
Takeda Raku is a cold-blooded and cruel person.
Nobushige has foreseen the fate of everyone here. If Takeda Raku could regain the gentleman's trust before the assassination plan was carried out, they would survive. And if the plan goes as usual, then those who have heard the code name "Mezcal" and who are very likely to know more secrets will all die.
It was not Mescal's job to deal with the minions, nor was it his job to prevent his subordinates from getting suspicious. But after all, it was his codename that finally prompted the organization to raise the butcher's knife. This made Nobuhiro feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and his impression of Takeda Luo also plummeted several levels.
"Let's go." Nobushige sat next to Takeda Luo and reminded lightly, "The decisive battle will begin in forty minutes. I think being late is not your style."
Takeda Luo smiled and said, "Of course."
He waved his hand gently, and the driver who saw this action in the rearview mirror immediately started the car, and the limousine drove slowly towards the Shogi Kaikan in Sendagaya.
Shogi is a game that few people know outside of Japan, and its influence even in Japan is very limited. A folk magazine once made a statistics that more than 60% of Japanese families know neither Go nor Shogi. However, among these families who know something about it, Shogi has an absolute advantage. Even so, the number of shogi players in the professional arena is less than half of the number of Go players.
Therefore, this Tokyo shogi hall is very small, only four floors high, and the overall look is not even as grand as the Kudo family.
However, due to the hosting of the Throne War finals, celebrities from all walks of life gathered in this small hall. They all hope to gild their secular status through this traditional and elegant activity.
Takeda Luo is one of them.
In terms of asset ranking, the Takeda Consortium can only be ranked among the top 20 in Japan at best, but political and economic figures who have a little knowledge of it all know that the real power of the Takeda family is entrenched in Europe and the United States, not to mention that their involvement in gangs is no longer a secret.
Therefore, when he and Takeda Luo walked into the clubhouse, Nobuhishi also experienced the feeling of being watched by everyone.
Many business partners of the Takeda family swarmed over. Some of them were trying to get close to each other, some wanted to get the protection of the underworld from Takeda Luo, and some wanted to promote their daughter. Even the top-ranked bosses, even if they were putting on airs, would at least nod to Takeda Luo to show respect, or come up to say hello.
There was only one exception among these people, and that was Suzuki Sonoko and her uncle, Suzuki Jiroyoshi, who represented the Suzuki Foundation.
For this old man who is keen on taking risks and grabbing headlines with Kidd, no matter who you are, Takeda Raku or Fumada Raku, if you are interested in him as a friend, if you are not interested in him, then I'm sorry, he doesn't know you.
"Oh, Xiao Luo is so old!" A middle-aged man with a wretched appearance came over and squeezed away the other guests. He patted Takeda Luo on the shoulder familiarly, "The last time I saw you, you It’s only this big!”
As he spoke, the man gestured to his waist.
Nobushige saw Takeda Luo's stiff muscles hidden under his calm appearance, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
But according to what this person said, Takeda Raku did indeed exist, and his age should be right. But he was very sure that the true identity of the person next to him was Koji Takeda, who was over seventy years old and the founder of the Takeda Foundation. So, where is the real Takeda Raku?
suddenly! Nobushige felt someone approaching him less than two centimeters away. The hot breath the person breathed into his ear made him shiver filled with aversion to cold.
"This beautiful young lady, may I ask your name?"
Nobuhiro was stiff, but he still pulled away at a very fast speed, and then looked back. All he saw was a greasy old man showing him a disgusting expression. It was disgusting! !
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"Today's third game of the Throne War at the Rice Krispies Hotel will be fully broadcast by our station. With less than twenty minutes left before the start of the game, we noticed that both players had arrived at the venue. They They are Taiji Takimura, who has held the title of throne for three consecutive years, and Hideyoshi Haneda, who is known as the 'Taiko Celebrity'..."
There was silence in the car, except for the radio playing what was going on inside the Rice Krispies Restaurant across the road.
"Are you sure that Ogawa Yumatsu's underworld organization will take action in the throne war?" Yamato Gansuke looked at the entrance and exit of the Rice Krispies Restaurant with doubt on his face.
After hearing what he said, the man in the driver's seat next to him frowned slightly and said, "That's not who he is."
A row of black lines suddenly appeared on Yamato Kansuke's forehead, and his temples twitched: "Okay, it's not Ogawa Yumatsu. That person, do you know who I am talking about, will his organization show up today?"