Prophecy

"It's raining!"

Below the Black Killer Group building, over thirty black sedans and seven or eight vans sat silently parked, every vehicle filled with fully armed Black Killer Group members.

Asakura Ken stood beside the cars, watching the raindrops fall from the sky as he said in surprise, "With weather this nice, it's actually raining?"

Shen Qingzhu, seated in the back, glanced at the sky and narrowed his eyes. He lightly flicked the burning cigarette in his hand out the window, and the black-tinted window automatically rolled up.

"Move," he said flatly.

"Yes!"

Asakura Ken immediately got into the car, connected all the vehicles through the radio, and shouted:

"Move out!"

Vrooom—!!

More than forty engines roared to life at once. Bright headlights lit up one after another, and the vehicles tore through the pitch-black night, racing through the rain like roaring beasts!

The rain

was the signal Lin Qiye and Shen Qingzhu had agreed upon.

Black Wutong Club.

Uncle Kyosuke held the weeping Yurina in his arms, his eyes casually glancing toward the darkness in the corner.

He gently stroked Yurina's head and said with a smile:

"Xiao Youli, the club's gotten a little dirty. Uncle needs to tidy it up again. Can you go with Xiaojin and buy Uncle some glue and cleaning solution?"

Yurina raised her head, her eyes rimmed red as she asked:

"Can it really be fixed?"

"It can."

"...Then, then okay..."

Yurina released Uncle Kyosuke. He gave Xiaojin a look, and Xiaojin took Yurina's hand, slowly leading her away into the distance.

On the empty street, Uncle Kyosuke lingered for a long while at the entrance to the darkened club before lifting his foot and slowly walking inside.

Time passed, second by second.

About five minutes after Yurina and Xiaojin left, several cars