Faith of the Black Killer Group

By the time Yurina led Uncle Kyosuke back to the car by the hand, her eyes were already rimmed red.

Uncle Kyosuke had told her the whole story. He had deliberately hidden his identity and those matters before because he did not want to drag Yurina into this whirlpool. But now, Yurina had ultimately drawn Thousand Cranes, becoming a Fierce Ghost-level wanted criminal and the wielder of the Magatsu Blade. There were some things she was destined to face.

Telling her everything would only benefit her.

"Dad, the shop has been destroyed, and Dotonbori is gone too. Where are we going next?" Yurina looked at the Dotonbori that had been reduced to level ground, its former prosperity and liveliness nowhere to be seen, then turned to Uncle Kyosuke.

If this had happened before, the destruction of Black Wutong would surely have devastated Yurina. But now, she did not feel quite so upset. After all, she already knew Uncle Kyosuke's identity. To her now, wherever Uncle Kyosuke and her brothers were was Black Wutong.

The shop... no longer seemed so important.

Uncle Kyosuke looked at the Black Wutong Club, which had completely collapsed in the corner, and fell silent...

Although Shen Qingzhu could not understand what they were saying, his years of skill at reading people let him vaguely guess their predicament. He turned to Lin Qiye and said, "If you have nowhere to go, you can come back to the Black Killer Group with me. There are plenty of empty floors there, and no one will disturb you."

Lin Qiye translated Shen Qingzhu's words for everyone. The others exchanged glances and had no objections.

"Thank you for the trouble." Uncle Kyosuke held Yurina's hand and gave Shen Qingzhu a slight bow with a smile.

Black Killer Group headquarters.

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