Chapter 152 Silver-Haired Woman (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

Outside the game hall, a dark club stood on the street, in sharp contrast to the lively Kabuki hall with customers coming and going around.

Night is the busiest time for business. Unless there are special circumstances, no one will be stupid enough to suspend business.

Inside the club, countless gang members stood with guns in their hands, looking wordlessly at the white-haired old man sitting in the middle, waist to hip, looking out the window.

The almost condensed sense of chilling made people breathless.

8:30 pm

"Come out, come out!"

Ishikawa Hide became a little excited and started the live broadcast:

"He flagged down a taxi."

"Opened the car door."

"Huh?"

"Why did he throw away Ju Yuzuo?!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing it?!"

The taxi gradually moved away, and Gao Shanyue looked at the long box that was placed on the street with no one paying attention to it with a calm expression.

He sighed quietly.

"well"

"Send someone down and bring Ju Yudui up."

"He already knows our plan."

Sakaki's actions undoubtedly told them that the plan had been exposed.

The long box placed on the ground is the best proof.

even

Before the plan even started, Sakaki had already anticipated what Takayama Etsu would do.

If Sakakisei fails to kill Akutsu Shinichiro, he will die.

Once he is dead, Gao Shanyue will have enough reason to rush into the entertainment hall and get rid of the traitor.

In other words, no matter who wins or loses tonight, Akutsu Shinichiro will die.

After Akutsu Shinichiro saw through this, he made a desperate move to win the third game and let Sakaki go out with the Kikugo Forge to plead guilty to Takayama Etsu.

So, there is still a glimmer of hope.

But what an ending.

The sight of Sakaki's being completely intact said it all.

The favor he said refers to tonight.

Ishikawa Hide has not yet reacted:

"How did we get exposed?"

"It's not exposure."

Although he became the winner, Gao Shanyue's face did not look very good:

"Sakaki knew from the beginning that we would use him to set up a killing trap tonight."

"But he still came."

"This person is not an idle person."

Ishikawa Xiu rolled his eyes and said with a smile:

"Anyway, it's good that the plan didn't go wrong. What should we do now?"

"Send someone to take over the casino."

Gao Shanyue hesitated slightly:

"Let Aso Hiroki temporarily take Wakatou's position."

"Place a few spies around him."

"Watch his every move."

Today's events happened quite suddenly, and Gao Shanyue also made an impromptu decision.

In his original plan, Gin should have sent people to kill Akutsu Shinichiro, and then he would sit back and enjoy the benefits.

Can be biased.

Akutsu Shinichiro sent a killer so stubbornly that he angered Sakaki, which led to today's disaster.

Takayama Etsuya had no choice but to go with the flow and get rid of Akutsu Shinichiro first.

Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

He wanted to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

Once Akutsu died, the other heads would probably be frightened and have lingering fears.

At that time, Gao Shanyue will reorganize into a new group and attack the black organization.

Jingle bell bell!

Gao Shanyue's phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it: Fujiwara Daizu.

It's really fast.

"Hello?"

"Fujiwara, what do you want from me?"

Fujiwara Daizu was lying on the floor, covering his neck with his left hand, warm blood gurgling from his fingers, kicking his legs, and his body was shaking.

He knew he would die tonight.

Too much blood was lost and there was no way to save him.

Struggling to take out his mobile phone and make a call, he just wanted to tell Gao Shanyue

There is a mole in the new group.

But his neck was scratched, and he couldn't say a word. He kept squeaking and tapping the microphone with his fingers.

until

A slender hand took the phone in his hand.

Dojima Kiyoshi tore off her mask, and her long hair like the Milky Way was flowing down. She was so beautiful, as beautiful as a cold fairy in the sky, and she showed a disdainful smile to mortals:

She pinched her throat a few times, and Fujiwara Daizu's voice came out from her mouth:

"Team Leader Gao Shan, I have something to tell you."

"It's not convenient on the phone, how about we talk in person?"

"Yes, yes, then I will definitely visit on time."

At this moment, Fujiwara Daizu's heart went cold.

He looked at the woman with dull eyes, not thinking that she was beautiful at all. Instead, he thought she was as scary as a snake or scorpion.

Like falling into an endless abyss, consciousness goes further and further away

The palm dropped into the pool of blood, and life was annihilated and dissipated like the fire of hope.

Without looking at the body, the silver-haired woman sat down at the table and took out a mirror, many cosmetics, and... from the box.

Skin tone silicone.

Like a demon devouring people's hearts in the painting, under the yellow light, she took an eyebrow pencil and smeared it on the silicone.

Soon, a hooded mask that looked like Fujiwara Daizu was born.

She put her hair up, fitted the silicone to her face, and modified it again.

Half an hour later.

Fujiwara Daizu appeared in the mirror.

She seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece, but also a little dissatisfied with Fujiwara Daizu's appearance. Her brows furrowed and relaxed from time to time, extremely entangled.

But soon, she let go, opened the door and walked out.

In the comic rental room, the waiting boys bowed at the same time and shouted in unison:

"Brother Fujiwara!"

"Master, please hurry up."

Sakaki looked at the time and found that it was already nine o'clock.

It was half an hour late compared to the 8:30 reservation.

The restaurant where Mori and his family treat themselves to dinner is in Shinjuku, not too far from the station, only 7 kilometers.

According to his precise time calculation, it should only take 15 minutes to get there from the station to the restaurant.

But

Who would have thought that there would be a rear-end collision?

The traffic department temporarily blocked the intersection, and police lights flashed, causing traffic to become instantly jammed.

The taxi driver is an old man over 70 years old and wearing reading glasses.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect him to overtake.

"Guest, you also saw that the road ahead is closed."

"Okay, I'll go another way."

Under Sakaki's horrified gaze, the old man tremblingly took out a card from the storage box.

Tokyo map.

Don’t you know the way to love? !

Sakaki's scalp felt numb and his mouth tasted bitter.

But he couldn't complain to an old man.

I just feel pessimistic about the current situation in Japan.

What kind of society would force an old man who should retire and live out his life to drive a taxi to make money?

Seeing this situation, Sakaki became more determined to make more money.

After getting married, there are so many things that require money, such as milk powder, confinement nanny, daily expenses, travel, spare funds, etc.

He didn't want to go out to work when he was seventy or eighty years old.

Since the Asakura Nobuaki case, although Sakaki Makoto has made a lot of money, he has no idea of ​​squandering it at all.

All saved up.

Make plans for the future.

He is a man with a long-term vision.

Just as he was thinking about it, a female police officer from the traffic department came over and knocked on the car window.

"Hello, we estimate it will take another twenty minutes to clear the streets."

Yumi Miyamoto said.

The old driver nodded, turned around and said:

"Guests, are we still guests?"

"Where are the people?!"

In the back seat, Sakaki's shadow had long disappeared, and only a 5,000-yuan note was lying there quietly.

Everyone should know who the silver-haired woman is!

Yes, she is