"Sakura, after I left, I closed my retreat room and told the public that I was in retreat and practiced. If I encountered a situation that was really difficult to deal with, you should go to the door of my retreat room and look at this-"

Yagyu Motokazu pointed to the white hand ring he had just put on his wrist: "Call my name loudly."

"Well, I understand. Yuanhe, you must be careful when you go to Citi and come back as soon as possible!" Kobayashi lit her little head like a rattle, indicating that she remembered it completely.

Just now, Sakura Kobayashi called her mother Shimizu Rei and did her mother's ideological work.

After learning that his son-in-law was going to take action in person, Kiyomizu Re finally felt relieved and no longer insisted on going to Citi by himself. Instead, he promised Sakura to stay in the manor for a few days and accompany her youngest daughter.

Having participated in the Sanjiu Tianjie Watching Ceremony by Yagyu Motoka, Kiyomizu Rei was full of trust in the ability of this son-in-law - since this person rushed to Citi in person, what else would she not feel at ease?

At this time, the car lights in the distance were flashing, and the car that came to pick up Yagyu Tomokaro came.

Now the servants in the manor are all Nakano butlers who have verified their origins one by one. As the team of the Yagyu family's future rise, their loyalty is still trustworthy.

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"Sword Saint, as the leader of the consortium, President Takagi's every move is eye-catching, so I will provide you with intelligence support for this action." Harada Kima got out of the car from the co-pilot and respectfully walked to the rear door of the car, opening the door for Yagyu Motoka.

This Harada Kima is a person he knows. He is the deputy leader of the Sanlin Association cleaning team, responsible for on-site disguise, hand-tied cleaning and intelligence processing.

A few years ago, when Yayoi Moto and the first time they killed all the gangsters in the entire building of the Nishikawa Gang!

At that time, Harada and his men arrived quickly. In less than half an hour, they disguised the murder site as a renovation construction site for the building, thus covering up the case of more than 100 lives, allowing Yagyu Moto and the fate of the desperate world.

"It's you, Harada, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. Let's hurry up and let's go now!" Yagyu Moto and Xiang stood at the door of the manor in the distance, and looked at Kobayashi Sakura, who was looking at this place from afar, waved her hand, lowered her head and sat in the car.

Standing at the gate of the manor and looking at the car gradually moving away, Kobayashi Sakura stood there for a long time. She was obviously very confident in her husband, but why did she still feel a little empty in her heart?

God! Please bless Yuan Hejun to find his father successfully and take his father and sister back to me as soon as possible!

Sakura Kobayashi held her hands in her chest, stood in the cold wind, lowered her head and prayed silently.

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"Sir Sword Saint, your identity this time is the project manager sent by Yunduo Cosmetics Company to Hollywood to conduct cosmetics market research, named Doming Songama. This is your passport and air ticket.

The Sensen Consortium's special plane is still in Switzerland and will arrive at Los Angeles International Airport in 27 hours, at 3 am the day after tomorrow. This time, the special plane cannot be used to provide services to you, sorry!"

“To keep it confidential, you and I disguise ourselves as if we don’t know each other on the plane. In Los Angeles, the tool I provide you with intelligence support is mainly this dedicated liaison, which can connect with each other within a 12-kilometer radius.

Just use it as an e-reader, and the specific operation method is the same."

As he said that, Harada Kima took out a five-inch size, like a game console and handed it to Yuyoshi Motoka.

"In addition, Master Sword Saint, if we lose contact in an accident, you can come here and get support here." Harada Kima took out a piece of white paper with three addresses written on it, namely Los Angeles, Detroit and an address of a city that has never been known as the name.

"Okay, I remember." Yagyu Motoka glanced at him and nodded.

It was not surprising that Harada Kima was not surprised to see that Yayoi Motoka did not put away this note.

Among the people in this industry, there are countless people who have received intensive memory training, and it is not uncommon to be able to record a few addresses by just a glance.

"The place to stay in Los Angeles has been prepared for you. It is not a hotel, but a group of Toyohara-kun who went with Mr. Kobayashi. To prevent the safe houses prepared in case of a certain confidentiality. Unfortunately, they disappeared with Mr. Kobayashi."

"very good!"

"Can I ask Lord Sword Saint your plan? I can make preparations for cooperation."

"I have no plans. I will find someone from the Death Scythe Club first and ask for information." Yagyu Motohiro leaned his head up in the back seat, closed his eyes and said carelessly.

"Uh--" Harada Kishi felt confused. Are you looking for someone like that?

According to the information already collected, the Scythe of Death is the second largest gang in the Los Angeles area, with more than 3,000 official members.

If this is a head-on conflict, even if all the elites of Sanlin Society are pulled over, they may not be able to do better than others!

After all, that's Citi, not Japan. There, any gangster may take out a gun from his pocket.

Of course, Lord Sword Saint is extremely powerful, but after all, he is just a person. Is the reason why the era of warriors gone is because of the invention of firearms, which greatly narrows the gap between lethality between ordinary people and warriors?

Can the Sword Saint eat a few more guns? But it's not his turn to do this. Since the wise President Takagi believes in this Sword Saint, there must be other reasons?

"After getting there, I will go to the hospital to pick up Mikak Takagi and the others to the airport to prepare for boarding, and then I will find someone. By the way, can this liaison be located?"

"Yes, Lord Sword Saint, here is a selection switch, you can choose whether to allow positioning."

"That's good. As long as I take action, you must provide me with the environment situation in the first place through the liaison."

"Hi--"

Yagyu Tomotohe closed his eyes. How could he not sense the uneasy mood of this Harada Kima at such a close distance?

But he was also confused about how to rescue his father-in-law. Anyway, he rushed to Los Angeles first. It was useless to say anything in Japan because it was so far away.

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Los Angeles is a city located in southern California, the West Coast of the United States. It is currently the second largest city in the United States, second only to New York.

Los Angeles is one of the world's centers of culture, science, technology, international trade and higher education, with world-renowned institutions in various professional and cultural fields.

This city is not an integrated big city like Tokyo, but is developed by many small towns by road. Due to the developed economy and dense and wide roads, it is also the place with the most rioters in the western United States.

The entire urban scope of Los Angeles is far greater than that of ordinary cities, and the core area of ​​the city center is not large.

The entire Los Angeles is located in the Pacific earthquake zone, so there are relatively few high-rise buildings here. However, over the years, the construction of earthquake resistance technology has gradually increased.

In the evening, at 7:00 local time, Yagyu Moto and/Doming Matsushi set foot on the land of Los Angeles.

"Miss Meiying, Miss Liumei, Miss Ju, the discharge procedures have been completed, let's go quickly!"

Mikage Takagi and Rumiko were comforting Kobayashiki, and the door of the ward was pushed open and Muma Harada walked in.

"Harada? Why are you here? Bastard, who asked you to go through the discharge procedures? Did my father tell you to do this? Uncle Kobayashi hasn't contacted me until now, so I won't leave here!"

"I'll deal with this matter, you can go to the airport immediately. Sakura and Aunt Kiku are very worried about you, Sister Kiku."

A person turned in from outside the ward door, walked directly to the bed, pressed his hand on Mikak Takagi and put it in a plaster.

"Yuanhe--!Yuanhe, you must find Uncle Kobayashi and the others back!"

"Woo——" Kobayashi Kiku finally hugged Yayoi Tomokazu, who was standing by the bed, and started crying loudly.

God knows how she survived the two days after her father disappeared!

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The Death Dance Bar is one of Harry's most famous heavy metal themed bars. The reason why it is famous is not because of the bar's decoration style and resident singers, but because it is the holy place of the entire West Coast Raiders.

The Death Dance Bar is located on the west side of Silver Lake, which is located between downtown Los Angeles and Hollywood, about eight kilometers away from both.

At 8:30 pm, it was the time when the Death Dance Bar began to get lively.

The motorcycles gathered from all directions were filled with a parking lot the size of a football field. Countless handsome men and beautiful women with strange hairstyles and burly men came together with loud laughter and laughing in the roar of the motorcycle engines that arrived behind them.

The Death Dance Bar is a large bar with both an open-air and an indoor part, covering an area of ​​20 acres.

Most of these rioters who gather from all directions can only party in open air, and only those with some reputation in this circle are qualified to enter indoors to participate in the real carnival every night.

Most of these people's arms were tattooed with the skeleton sickle logo.

Yes, this is the headquarters of the Scythe in Death in addition to being one of Harry's most famous bars.

"Hahahahahahaha--Jerry, look over there! There was a scoundrel who came over. Don't you know where this scoundrel is? You dare to come here without even riding a motorcycle?"

On the edge of the square, a group of black riders surrounded the bonfire, chatting while drinking beer, and sometimes cheering for the rock musician who was standing in the distance, playing bass roaring. Suddenly, a man pointed at the distance and laughed.

The outdoor part of the Death Dance Bar is completely open, anyone can come and no tickets are charged, but there is also a customary rule - you must be a motorcycle rider!

In the past, it wasn't that no one drove a sports car to join in the fun, but the outcome was not very good. Usually, the sports car was smashed and the person was beaten and drove away. Moreover, there were too many people involved in the beating, and the person who was beaten could not even find anyone who should be responsible for it.

In the past few years, this kind of idiot has not appeared for a long time, not to mention that this guy actually came here - he came here!

"Come on, Jerry, let's give this walking man an unforgettable memory! Let him know the rules here."

"Let's go!" A black man in his twenties, "Gelala" pinched the empty beer cans he drank in his hand like pieces of paper, threw them hard on the ground, and stood up.

"Damn, Tom, you bear guy, are you afraid? You have to ask Jerry to help with a little white boy?" a black girl laughed loudly.

"Bitch! I can use a hang alone to draw him into a dog!" At the beginning, I pointed to the young black man who was hiking in the distance and laughing loudly. His face was a little uneasy and he retorted loudly.

"Haha, Tom, if you can lie down this white boy, I will see how long your hang is tonight." The black girl laughed.

"Hohaha, Tom, go up, go up, go up, don't you have such a good opportunity!" A group of people shouted loudly by the bonfire, not even the rock singers there.

"Hey, boy, do you know where this is? I will help you remember the rules today. The horse-riding horses here is the territory of the knights!"

Tom staggered up. The white boy walking across from him was about 1.8 meters tall, about the same height as him. He seemed to have been trained, but there were so many brothers behind him watching him. After all, he had to fuck this bastard down. Otherwise, where would I, Tom, put my face? Besides, there is also the bitch whom I, Aliv, whom I have never been to before?

"This is the God of Death Dance Bar?" the white boy opposite asked, fucking awkward English.

"Idiot who is stepping on the horse!" The next step was a heavy left hand sway.

Tom didn't want to say a little more. Damn, such an idiot who doesn't understand people's words, dare to ask back if he doesn't answer me obediently? He doesn't even look at my bad temper!

‘Kelala--’ It seems that something is very crisp? This is the last thought before Tom lost consciousness.

"Caocao! You're looking for death!"

"Go ahead, everyone will kill him!"

"Poor Tom, he has been lying in the hospital for at least three months now. I hope this white boy has the money to pay for his medical expenses."

Just before everyone's eyes, Tom flew two meters horizontally and fell to the ground with a "thump". It was obvious that his left hand was twisted into an angle that a normal person could not pose.

The conflict here has already attracted the attention of the two bonfires beside the crowd, but everyone is watching with a good attitude - just such a fool walking, he must be beaten away!

However, the situation at the next moment surprised everyone. A group of men and women, with more than twenty people rushing up, and the person who was walking didn't even want to stop. While lowering his head and looking at something on the handheld machine, he was slid left and right.

At the beginning, the few people who rushed up flew out one by one. When the crowds rushing up from behind became dense, two or three flew out together!

When everyone was lying on the ground, the people watching the fun around found that more than 20 people rushed up and even the pace of this person was not disrupted!

"Is this a death dance bar?"

"Yes, my name is Lilian Fross, what's your name?"

When the visitor stood in front of another bonfire and asked a question in a somewhat awkward English, the girl he asked was so excited that her face turned red.

It was not that he was scared by the people, but that in the light of the bonfire in the middle of the night, standing in front of the silver-haired girl was a handsome man with deep facial features like a sculpture.
Chapter completed!