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Sagara Takeshi was slightly better, but he still had several broken ribs, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, his eyes were unfocused, and he was groaning in pain.

A school doctor was frantically giving them basic first aid, his face filled with fear and helplessness.

The door was pushed open, and Kurosaki Ryuji and his two companions walked in.

When Sagara Takeshi saw Kurosaki Ryuji, his pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively tried to curl up, but this aggravated his wounds, causing him to gasp in pain and let out a muffled groan.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept over the two men's miserable appearances, finally settling on Satoshi Katagiri, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It seems that Kaijiu has been quite lively lately."

Ryuji Kurosaki spoke calmly: "Who did you mess with this time? You've been beaten up like this."

Katagiri Tomoji seemed to feel some kind of pressure while unconscious, his brows furrowed, but he did not wake up.

Despite the excruciating pain and fear, Sagara Takeshi spoke in a hoarse voice: "It's the Sannoh Association from the SWORD district. They came looking for revenge against you, but instead, we Kaiku suffered an undeserved calamity."

"Looking for revenge against us?"

Tamao Serizawa raised an eyebrow, looking completely bewildered: "We've always kept to ourselves with those Sannoh guys, so when did we start this feud?"

Narumi Taiya also frowned.

Sagara, panting heavily, continued, "They...they came looking for the people who injured Sannoh in the alley near Kaikyu last time, but they made a mistake and thought it was our Kaikyu people who did it!"

"They just showed up at our door without even asking what happened! Damn it!"

As Sagara Takeshi spoke, he grew increasingly angry, which aggravated his wound, causing him to cough violently and cough up bloody saliva.

"Sannoh Association? Alley?"

Ryuji Kurosaki frowned slightly again, as if he were recalling something.

Then, a look of understanding flashed across his cold eyes: "Oh, those guys who injured Kamata Jun and Saejima Toshiyuki, so they were from Sannoh."

He recalled the three guys he had encountered two weeks ago when he was chasing Kishimoto with the spiky hair in Kaiku Side Alley.

Unexpectedly, the other party came knocking on our door and attacked the wrong person.

"That's right! It's them!"

Sagara Takeshi shouted excitedly, "They're looking for you! Kurosaki Ryuji!"

Kurosaki Ryuji ignored Sagara's shouts and refocused his gaze on the unconscious Katagiri Tomoji.

At that moment, (bdcd) Katagiri Tomoji slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Kurosaki Ryuji spoke again: "Katagiri Tomoji, Sagara Takeshi, do you want to join the Godslayer Legion?"

Upon hearing this, Sagara was stunned.

Katagiri Tomoji, who had just opened his eyes, looked blank and was still confused about the situation.

Sagara snapped back to reality, his face contorted with disbelief and absurdity. He struggled to shout, "Join...join you?! What a joke! You just crippled Kaiku with your men, and now you want us to be your underlings?! Kurosaki Ryuji, aren't you going too far? We're the boss and second-in-command of Kaiku, after all!"

"Kaijiu?"

Ryuji Kurosaki interrupted Takeshi Sagara: "Don't think I don't know. Kaiku has always been supported by the Silver Dragon Society. Your status in Kaiku is also with the permission of the Silver Dragon Society."

Upon hearing this, Sagara's clamor abruptly ceased, as if his throat had been choked.

Katagiri Tomoji's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Kurosaki Ryuji.

Ryuji Kurosaki ignored their reactions and continued in that calm tone:

"The Silver Dragon Society is gone."

"I will take over the Silver Dragon Society's territory and remnants from now on. You can just ask around and you'll find out."

Ryuji Kurosaki paused slightly, exhaled a puff of smoke, and continued slowly, "So, will you join, or not?"

boom! ! !

Kurosaki Ryuji's words struck Katagiri Tomoji and Sagara Takeshi like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

The Silver Dragon Society is gone?!

That powerful force, which they saw as a behemoth, controlling countless resources and for which they had long been subservient, was wiped out?!

And all this.

Judging from Ryuji Kurosaki's tone, it seems to be related to him?!

Yakuza!

It was a world completely different from that of delinquent youths, a world truly belonging to darkness and bloodshed.

It's a forbidden area that even the most ruthless and vicious delinquents in the school wouldn't dare to easily touch!

For Kaijiu, the Silver Dragon Society was once an unshakeable force, like a mountain!

And now, right in front of them, this mountain has collapsed, as casually announced by Ryuji Kurosaki!

The immense shock and fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed Sagara Takeshi.

All the anger, frustration, and scheming on his face vanished, leaving only extreme shock and disbelief.

He looked at Ryuji Kurosaki as if he were looking at a monster in human skin.

Katagiri Tomoji's resolute eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils contracted violently due to extreme shock.

He stared intently at Ryuji Kurosaki, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

The excruciating pain in his body seemed to have vanished, leaving only a tremendous, mind-blowing roar emanating from the depths of his soul!

Has the Silver Dragon Society been destroyed?

Was it the person in front of him, or the power behind him?

He actually crushed an extreme power with ease?!

At this moment, the medical room was deathly silent.

Only Sagara Takeshi's heavy, fearful breathing and Katagiri Tomoji's rapid heartbeat could be clearly heard.

Chapter 221 The Black Knife Society and the Kurosaki Society

The infirmary was deathly silent, save for the pungent smell of disinfectant and the gasps of surprise from Katagiri Tomoji and Sagara Takeshi, which clashed in the air.

Ryuji Kurosaki's gaze swept over the speechless, shocked Katagiri Satoshi and Sagara Takeshi, his eyes as calm as if he were stating a trivial matter.

He leaned forward slightly, breaking the suffocating silence:

"After that, I'll go to the SWORD district, to Sannoh's territory, and wipe them out, putting an end to this."

As Kurosaki Ryuji spoke, his gaze once again focused on Katagiri Tomoji and Sagara Takeshi, his sharp eyes seemingly able to pierce through the resentment and anger deep within their souls: "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to join the Godslayer Legion and come with me?"

In Kurosaki Ryuji's opinion, the Sannoh Federation made a mistake by attacking Kaiku this time. Next time, they might appear at Housen or Suzuran-Gateway.

Instead of waiting for them to attack from who knows when or from which direction, we should take the initiative and uproot the source of the trouble.

His words struck like a heavy hammer against the hearts of Katagiri Tomoji and Sagara Takeshi.

The immense shock of the Silver Dragon Society's demise has not yet subsided.

A new wave of astonishment followed.

How about eliminating the Sannoh Federation?

Those guys are incredibly strong.

Why does Ryuji Kurosaki talk about it as casually as eating and drinking?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. They even wiped out the Silver Dragon Society, so what about the Mountain King Alliance?

After calming down a bit, Takeshi Sagara's thoughts began to multiply.

Recalling the scene where Kaijiu was trampled to pieces by the God-Slaying Legion last time, it was indeed because the people of Kaijiu provoked them first.

Kaijiu does indeed bear some responsibility.

Being outmatched in skill and suffering a complete defeat is frustrating, but the root cause lies with myself, so there's nothing more to say.

But what about the Sannoh Federation?

Who are they?

Without distinguishing right from wrong, they pounced on Kai-gu like mad dogs and beat him to death.

Sagara Takeshi was indignant for a moment.

At that moment, Katagiri Tomoji looked at Kurosaki Ryuji with a complicated expression.

The previous crushing defeat was Kaijiu's own fault.

But this time, the undeserved disaster that Kai-Kyu suffered, the shame and pain, must be paid for by someone.

The Silver Dragon Society, a mountain he once looked up to, has collapsed before Kurosaki Ryuji. This power, this height, is a realm he never imagined.

reject?

Kaijiu is already crippled, and the Silver Dragon Society has lost its backer. What capital do they have left?

Joining Ryuji Kurosaki's God-Slaying Legion might be a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, or even a stepping stone to a new and more powerful world!

And it also gives us a chance to take revenge on the Sannoh Association!

"Whoo~~~"

Katagiri Tomoji let out a long breath, his voice hoarse but unusually firm: "Okay."

Sagara Takeshi roared almost simultaneously, the movement aggravating his wounds and causing him to grimace, but the ferocity in his eyes intensified: "Damn it! Let's do it! Those bastards from Sannoh... I'm going to tear them to pieces with my own hands!"

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at the two of them and nodded: "Welcome to the Godslayer Legion!"

.......

Meanwhile, in another city, in a secluded Japanese garden.

Inside the tightly closed paper doors of the Japanese-style room, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

The scent of incense couldn't suppress the invisible gunpowder in the air.

Kurosaki Kimiryu sat upright in the main seat, dressed in an elegant dark kimono. His face was calm, but his eyes were like deep pools. He held a pipe in his hand, exuding an aura of authority without anger.

He is the true emperor of the underworld in this area, the boss of the Kowloon Group's Kurosaki-kai.

Sitting opposite him was Kurosaki Kimitora.

Wearing a sharp black suit, with a resolute face, and a hideous scar that cuts down from his forehead, across his left eye, across his cheek, and down to the corner of his mouth, he exudes a murderous aura like a drawn blade.

And he was none other than Ryuji Kurosaki's father.

"Junhu!"

Kurosaki Kimryu's voice was not loud, but it carried a heavy sense of oppression, breaking the silence: "You should know very well about the Silver Dragon Society."

He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his sharp gaze piercing the scarred face opposite him: "They have the backing of my Kurosaki Society. As the saying goes, even if you don't respect the monk, you should still respect the Buddha. You've gone too far. You completely eliminated the Silver Dragon Society without even saying hello. You don't take me seriously at all."

Kurosaki Kimitora let out a low groan, a cold smile curving his lips, which tugged at the terrifying scar that pierced his left eye.

He raised his hand, his rough fingers gently brushing across his blind left eye, the movement carrying a cruel mockery.

"Take it to heart?"

Kurosaki Kimitora's voice was deep: "Kimryu, I really wanted to take you seriously, but alas..."

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His intact right eye snapped open, sharp as a hawk's, and stared intently at Kurosaki Junryu: "The cut you made back then ruined this eye of mine. Now, even if I wanted to put it back in, it wouldn't fit!"

The air froze instantly!

The indoor temperature seemed to drop by ten degrees.

Although they share the same surname, Kurosaki, and are blood brothers, the bloody civil war they fought over territory and dominance years ago has already created an unhealable abyss between them.

Kurosaki Junryu, together with Kowloon Shixin and others, severely injured the sharp-edged Kurosaki Junhu, destroying not only his left eye.

The brotherhood between them had long been washed away by power and bloodshed.

Kurosaki Kimryu's eyes suddenly darkened, and his fingers tightened slightly around his pipe.

... ... ...

He naturally detected the strong sarcasm and undisguised hatred in the other person's words.