Chapter 658

The night bar is located in the busiest cashbox street in Tokyo. Most of the customers are senior white-collar workers or shopaholics. The environment is more elegant than ordinary places, and the security situation is also the best.

That's why Mr. Shinda agreed to meet Asano here. Generally, he didn't have anything else to do. He hid in the palace sauna, and when he went out, he was always in front of and behind.

This time, he was no exception. He took seven or eight super thugs from the holy peace conference and spent many years on the road. His enemies got into a lot of trouble. He didn't need to take his life for a few million.

Although he didn't think it was anything, he was still worried, and his right eyelid jumped fiercely. Sitting in a business car, a woman with a perforated lip rubs his temple.

If Huatian sees this scene, he will go up and kill this Shinda Jiro regardless of everything, because that woman is his first girlfriend.

At the door of the night bar, Shinda is always uncomfortable. He sits in the car until seven o'clock. Asano's mobile phone calls to confirm that it is correct before he gets off the car.

"Brother, are you not feeling well today?" The woman who nestles next to him asks about her concern.

Shinda Jiro shook his head and said, "maybe I'm too tired these two days. I'll be OK after a rest."

The woman rubbed his chest and said in a low voice, "brother, let Matsushima massage you at night to relax."

When Shinda saw this woman, he would think of Huatian's angry and helpless expression, which is much better than simply making a woman. Especially every time she attacks this woman, she will miss her old opponent even more.

Xintian spirit shock, in the woman's buttocks on the two: "well, your acupoints itch again, ha ha. It seems that Mr. Huatian really can't feed you. "

The woman angrily and symbolically slapped him twice, then twisted her loose hips to follow him.

A confidante woman sat beside the bar. From the side, the woman's hair was very smooth, her chest was very big, and her skin was beating up and down, her skin was not very good, her face was pitted, her eyes were fixed on her eyes, and the lipstick was on her lips.

Just as he and the woman walked in, the woman beside the bar was shocked: Matsushima - how can you be so dissolute - where did you go when you were pure.

Then, as Yoshiro Shinda, Matsushima and the thugs behind them passed by, the strong woman quickly lowered her head and covered her face with her hair. After they left, she took out her walkie talkie: "four eyes, they went up, with seven people behind them. They looked good."

A signal came from the walkie talkie, and then there was the tone of four eyes: "Mr. Huatian, it's hard. It's a helpless thing for you to be a woman. I'll tell you to come up and fight with Xintian later."

Huatian thought of the picture just now, his heart was dripping blood: "four eyes, please. I must kill Xintian by myself

Shinda sneezed, wiped his nose and scanned for a week without finding Asano. He impatiently took out his mobile phone and dialed Asano's number: "Asano, where are you? what? Second floor box? I'm going up now. "

Hung up the phone, Xintian scolded: "asshole Asano, I can't see the money looking for you. If it wasn't for your father, I would have kicked you off."

A group of nine people went to the second floor. The corridor was narrow. They could walk three people at most at the same time. There were boxes with good sound insulation on both sides. At the end stood four waiters with trays. When they saw someone coming, they quickly welcomed them.

"Hello, sir. Do you have a reservation?" The middle one, thin and bespectacled, asked with a smile.

Kojiro Shinda didn't bother to pay attention to him. He yelled: "Asano! Son of a bitch, get out of here

The man with glasses flashed a trace of bitterness in his eyes, and the tray photographed a big head beside him.

His hand suddenly, fast, that big reaction is not as good as, bang, iron tray hit on the head, stuffy hum, cover the head squat down.

In a daze, the thin man with glasses pulled out a knife from his back and stabbed the nearest bodyguard!

The pupil of that person is developed, mouth is opened, ah ah of call not make a sound.

Shinda Jiro's brain was buzzing. He was the first one to react. He was not good. He turned around and ran back, ignoring the women around him. He yelled, "come on

The other two waiters imitated the skinny one wearing glasses and recognized the iron plate one after another. The short knife stabbed several thugs. After all, these thugs had seen the scene and soon calmed down. There were only three of the seven people who were not injured. They also yelled and drank, took out the short knife and chopped it up with the three waiters.

The three thugs were obviously experienced in fighting. With the help of narrow corridors and flying knives in their hands, the three waiters were soon injured to varying degrees.

At this moment, a man rushed out of the stairs. He was medium-sized, dressed in black, with an old wound on his face, cold eyes, and a knife in his hand. It was the double red stick of the skinhead, Takahashi turtle.

He ran over a few steps, kicked the fleeing Shinda Jiro to the ground with one foot, and slashed him on the back of a hitter with one knife. With a hiss, he cut a foot long hole! The blood immediately soaked the man's clothes. Just as the man turned around, Takahashi's knife stabbed into his heart like a sharp electric drill.

"Ah, ah!" The skinny man with glasses didn't look strong, but he was very explosive. His face was covered with his opponent's blood, and he didn't care to wipe it. The knife in his hand was flying up and down. The hitter couldn't help retreating. Then the hitter felt cold, and Takahashi's knife went in again. Only the last hitter was left. He was besieged by four people. Almost immediately, he was slashed three times on his face, chest and back. Next to him, the skinny one with glasses cut off his arm with one knife! Arterial burst, blood, splashed all over him, the only woman Matsushima shocked, not spared a face of blood shot. The skinny one with glasses wiped the blood on his face clean, with a morbid white face, which was exactly four eyes. This is Duan Hong's order. Everyone in the skinhead party should take one as ten. This time, there's no need to discuss it. Let's give Kojiro Shinda a hand first. Duan Hong hid behind the door of one of the private rooms, looked through the door and nodded secretly. Although there were few skinheads, some of them were not afraid of death. Although four eyes are thin and weak, they are no weaker than Takahashi turtle at all. The yellow hair looks weak too. He is also a dull head when fighting. There is also the most humble green hair stubble man, who doesn't give advice. Matsushima felt that these waiters were familiar from the beginning. They were all skinheads. She betrayed Huatian, was caught by his brother, will be bought to Africa as a comfort woman? Four eyes wait for four people to encircle Shinda Jiro and Matsushima. Huang Mao and the stubble man drag several bodies away. Four eyes contact Huatian who is still waiting anxiously below with walkie talkie.