The cold wind swirled the dust from the ruins in the air.
The echoes of Ryuzaki Makoto's applause still reverberated among the ruins, followed by even more muffled and dense sounds surging in from all directions.
Amidst the ruins of the nameless street, figures slowly emerged.
At first, there were only a few scattered ones.
Then came ten, a hundred, and several hundred.
Agile figures leaped down from the rusty scaffolding, the doors of abandoned houses were kicked open, and a dense crowd emerged.
They wore dark, easy-to-move combat uniforms, with uniform red strips tied around their arms to distinguish friend from foe in the chaos of battle.
Two black torrents confronted each other in the center of the square.
The members of the True Dragon Society remained silent and quickly and orderly stood behind Ryuzaki Makoto.
Ryuzaki Makoto did not turn around.
Goro Ishida, Jin Kirisawa, and Kaoru Kazama, his trusted generals, stood in a row to his left with stern faces.
The positions on the right, however, appear somewhat "clearly distinct".
Yoshiki Murayama, with his hands in his pockets, still looked a bit sleepy.
Standing beside him were Hayashida Megumi and Amber.
Further out are the three Amamiya brothers, dressed in leather jackets and exuding an imposing aura.
Yoshiki Murayama turned his head and glanced sideways at the taciturn giant beside him.
"Hey, you big oaf."
"I thought you wouldn't get involved in this mess."
This statement is not without reason.
Since the last container battle, although Lin Tianhui works as an instructor at a boxing gym under the True Dragon Association, he has always maintained a subtle distance from the True Dragon Association.
He never swore allegiance, nor did he participate in any of the True Dragon Society's expansion efforts. He simply showed up at the boxing gym every day to teach the orphans from the nameless streets how to punch and how to protect themselves.
Therefore, no one expected him to show up.
Hayashida Megumi stared straight ahead.
"Murayama, stop talking nonsense."
"This is not only your private matter, but also concerns whether those children will be able to live peacefully on this land in the future."
"If those guys on the other side win, Nameless Street will just become a dumping ground for drugs."
"How could I not come for the sake of those children?"
Upon hearing this, Murayama paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, put his hands behind his head, and said nothing more.
This big, simple-minded guy may seem a bit slow at times, but he's actually very perceptive.
On the other side.
Masaki Amamiya tidied his wind-blown bangs and his gaze fell on Takumi Amamiya.
"Big brother, you've arrived."
Masaki Amamiya's voice lacked its usual frivolity and was filled with complex emotions.
This sentence contains a lot of meaning.
Amamiya Zunlong nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving the believer Jilong in the distance.
He knew Ryuzaki's true ambitions, and he also knew that today was a tough battle that had to be fought.
"Speak less, do more."
"Those old guys are tough to deal with. If a fight breaks out, take care of yourself. I don't have time to be your babysitter."
Upon hearing this, Ya Gui was not annoyed at all; instead, he chuckled and stretched his shoulders.
"Oh dear, brother, you're still such a worrywart. You can rest assured."
He glanced flippantly at the group of thugs opposite him.
"Those old men in suits from the believers aren't even enough to warm me up."
"Shut up, you shrew."
Hiroto Amamiya, who had been silent all along, spoke coldly.
"Don't underestimate them. Look at the way those guys look at you. They're different from the thugs we've encountered before."
"Those people all have lives on their hands."
Just as Masaki Amamiya was about to retort, Ryuzaki Makoto's voice from the front interrupted everyone's conversation.
Ryuzaki Makoto stood with his hands behind his back.
"President of the Shanxin Association, do you think my sincerity is enough?"
The room fell silent after those words were spoken.
The wind stopped.
Only the suppressed breathing of thousands of people from both sides could be heard.
That was the final, deathly silence before the great battle, a silence that could break at any moment.
Everyone's muscles tensed up in that instant, their hands gripping their weapons tightly.
The murderous intent permeated the air, so thick it was suffocating.
In front of the opposite vehicle formation.
The believer, Jilong, who had been leaning against the front of the car, slowly straightened up, his face expressionless and his movements deliberate.
He raised his hand, first unfastening the priceless Patek Philippe gold watch on his wrist, and casually handed it to the henchman beside him.
Then, he reached for the buttons on his suit jacket.
One.
Two.
He kept his head down, unbuttoning his shirt while chatting idly.
"Ryuzaki Makoto".
"These days, I've actually been thinking a lot about whether our era has really passed."
"You young people are making it a bit hard for an old man like me to figure things out."
The believer, Jilong, raised his head and revealed a self-deprecating smile.
"I'm not afraid to tell you this, but a few days ago, I went to a temple and had a master tell my fortune."
Anyway, I'm not in a rush today.
Ryuzaki Makoto stood there, watching with great interest the final monologue of Zenshin Yoshiryu.
"Oh? What did the master say?"
The believer, Jilong, had already unbuttoned all the buttons and was slowly taking off his suit jacket.
"That master spent a long time calculating, looking at palms and burning tortoise shells, and in the end his brows were so furrowed that they looked like they could trap a fly."
"He hesitated for a long time, and finally said eight words to me: 'Man proposes, God disposes.'"
Upon hearing this, Ryuzaki Makoto couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You actually believe such vague and nonsensical nonsense?"
"Given your temper, didn't you hold a knife to his throat and force him to give you a ridiculous explanation?"
Shanxin Jilong shook his head, folded the expensive suit he had taken off, and solemnly handed it to Yoshida Kagetora beside him.
"Hahaha, Ryuzaki-kun, you think too much of me as a barbaric person."
"I didn't drown the master, nor did I lay a finger on him. On the contrary, I gave him a lot of money for incense."
After the younger brother carried the clothes to the back, the believer Jilong stood in the cold wind, wearing only a white shirt, and stretched his slightly stiff neck.
Click.
The bones cracked.
"The master is right."
The believer Jilong's eyes became sharp, as if he had instantly become ten years younger.
"Perhaps fate has already been sealed, perhaps today is the end of the Believers' Association."
"But how can we see that predetermined future if we don't take a few steps forward and give it our all?"
"No one can guarantee that I, Shanxin Jilong, will be the one to have the last laugh."
Ryuzaki shrugged helplessly, his tone tinged with regret.
"You're so easy to fool with your money."
"If I had known, I would have just pretended to be a feng shui master and fooled you into a ruckus, so I wouldn't have had to lead my brothers into this fight, which is too tiring."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The believer, Jilong, laughed even louder, and even laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"Ryuzaki-kun, you really are a wonderful person."
The laughter gradually subsided, and the smile on the face of the believer Jilong vanished completely.
"If we had met earlier, we might have become very good friends."
Ryuzaki Makoto also suppressed his smile.
"If you're willing to become a wealthy man someday, we'll already be friends."
Upon hearing this, the believer Jilong closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath.
Suddenly.
The believer Jilong opened his eyes.
He stopped looking at Ryuzaki Makoto and turned around, roaring at the 1,200 members of the Believers' Association behind him.
"Hey!! Everyone, get your attention!"
"Straighten your backs, everyone!"
"Let those arrogant brats on the other side know—"
"What are the Nine Dragons! What is the true Ultimate Path!"
"roar!!!"
A deafening roar erupted from the contingent of believers.
A thousand people roared, their voices shaking the heavens.
Everyone raised their long swords, the blades forming a forest, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Ryuzaki Makoto watched this scene, smiled, and shook his head.
The dignity and ruthlessness of the old-school yakuza are truly moving.
Unfortunately.
The new era has no ship to carry the remnants of the old era.
The next second.
Ryuzaki Shin simply waved his hand forward lightly.
"Send them on their way..."