Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 543: Osaka underworld turmoil, military base mystery

"Lord Han Sichuan, the underground forces in Osaka have basically been integrated, and all parties have expressed their willingness to submit to you."

Mr. Jing bowed slightly, with a barely perceptible excitement in his tone.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps in the corner emitting faint light.

Han Sichuan sat in the main seat, wearing a well-cut black suit.

He has neat short hair and eyes as sharp as an eagle, as if he can penetrate people's hearts.

"very good."

Han Sichuan's voice is deep and magnetic, like a piece of fine silk.

Yet, with a barely perceptible chill in his voice, he asked, "However, the transportation of hot-weapons is still a problem?"

Mr. Jing lowered his head even more. "Yes, sir. Customs inspections have been stricter recently, and we have suffered quite a few losses."

Han Sichuan's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound, like the footsteps of death.

"Also, have you found the descendants of Yuzhelihei?"

Mr. Jing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. "We are still investigating. The other party seems to be very cunning."

"We have already spread our manpower throughout Osaka, but we still haven't found any clues."

Han Sichuan's eyes instantly turned cold, "Useless! A bunch of useless people! I'll give you some time. If you can't find them, bring your heads to me!"

Mr. Jing was so frightened that his whole body trembled. "Hey! I will do my best!"

"Remember, I want results!" Han Sichuan's tone left no room for doubt. "No matter the cost, you must find the person for me!"

At the same time, in Osaka's most luxurious Black Phoebe Club,

In a secret private room, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were sitting around a table.

"Tsk tsk, this Han Sichuan is quite quick."

Wu Hen gnawed on a piece of Kobe beef and said vaguely,

"He's managed to integrate the Osaka underworld so quickly. He seems to be a ruthless character."

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "The problem now is how to get inside his territory."

"It's easy!"

Wu Hen put down the beef and smiled mysteriously, "Beauty trap!"

Lin Qiye's mouth twitched, "Get lost! Seriously!"

"Alright alright."

Wu Hen shrugged and said, "I think we can split our forces into two groups."

"Let the Black Killer Group draw the fire from the front and create chaos. We'll take advantage of this opportunity to launch a decapitation operation."

"Decapitation operation?"

Lin Qiye touched his chin. "That sounds good, but how do we do it specifically?"

Wu Hen chuckled, "But before that, we need to go to that military base first..."

"You mean..." Lin Qiye's eyes narrowed.

Wu Hen snapped his fingers, "That's right! Let Muzi go eat something good to improve his strength!"

“Maybe you’ll find some unexpected surprises.”

"Ok, deal!"

Lin Qiye stood up, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "Tomorrow, we will take action!"

At this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a bunny girl in revealing clothes walked in.

She said delicately, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Wu, Lord Han Sichuan wants to invite you two over for a drink..."

Inside the Black Sycamore Club, the sounds of loud music and clinking wine glasses blended together, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen became the focus of everyone, surrounded by a group of well-dressed men and women, and all kinds of compliments and praises were heard.

Wu Hen had his signature smirk on his face, handling all kinds of flirtations with ease.

From time to time, he would tell a dirty joke or two, which would make everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Qiye seemed much colder, just nodding politely in response, his eyes occasionally scanning the surroundings as if he was looking for something.

"Hey, hey, hey, beautiful lady, your perfume smells nice. What brand is it? Let me guess, is it 'Man-Slaying Fragrance'?"

Wu Hen approached a hot woman and sniffed her mysteriously.

The woman smiled sweetly and pushed Wu Hen away. "You're disgusting! I don't use that kind of stuff."

"Really? That must be the 'Charming to Death' brand!" Wu Hen continued to show off, causing laughter from those around him.

Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and pulled Wu Hen, "Alright, stop making trouble, it's time to go."

The two of them finally got rid of the crowd and came to a secluded corner.

Wu Hen was muttering something, and a red light flashed. Hong Yan appeared in front of the two of them, shook her flowing red mane, and let out a neigh.

Then, Wu Hen took out an ancient wooden plaque and threw it to the ground. Muzi appeared out of thin air and let out a low roar.

"Let's go have a feast!" Wu Hen patted Muzi's head.

The three men and the horse quickly left the Black Sycamore Club and disappeared into the night.

Wu Hen felt several vague gazes coming from a distance, but he didn't care and just quickened his pace.

The military base is located on a barren mountain outside Osaka and is heavily guarded.

Relying on their powerful mental strength, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen easily avoided the patrolling guards and found the hot weapons warehouse.

The warehouse door was closed and a prominent "Danger" sign was hung on it.

"No problem!" Wu Hen took out a piece of wire and opened the warehouse door in no time.

Inside the warehouse, various weapons were piled up like mountains, emitting a cold metallic luster.

From pistols to rifles, from bazookas to missiles, we have everything.

When Muzi saw this scene, his eyes lit up and his saliva almost flowed out.

"Hehe, Muzi, I'll let you eat enough today!" Wu Hen said with a wicked smile.

Muzi roared excitedly and rushed towards the nearest pile of bazookas...

"Wait, don't eat it yet..."

Lin Qiye suddenly spoke, his eyes falling on a corner covered by a black curtain deep in the warehouse.

"There seems to be something there..."