death of hope

Chapter 1030 "Psionic Storm" (104) Overwhelming Strength

Paul and Nikolai did not join the battle; both remained calm and composed, sitting motionless on the sofa.
It's like a great general from ancient times sitting firmly in the central camp, watching his fierce men and women brutally beat the opponent like they're hitting a sandbag.

“Old Lai, tell everyone to stop,” Paul said calmly; “We can’t afford the medical bills if they cause serious injuries.”

"It's alright, let them fight. The training has been too tough lately, it's good for them to vent. I originally wanted to let it go, but these bastards don't know what's good for them, there's nothing I can do."

Nikolai, holding his wine glass, appeared completely unconcerned; "I've spent all these years in Shin-Sapporo, and I haven't been doing it for nothing."
I've wiped out several gangs that opposed our organization. They're practically hidden bosses in the underworld. Most small fry don't know me. Wait until their boss arrives, then they'll have a good show."

Just then, Donya kicked a soccer ball right into the demon orb, causing the man to writhe on the ground screaming for his parents in pain.
The onlookers gasped in surprise, "Wow! This woman is incredibly fierce!"

"Wow...it looks painful..."

The male onlookers felt the same way, their toes gripping the insoles and their hands protecting their groin, as if they themselves had been kicked.

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A short while later, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the fire escape.

The situation is urgent, there's no time to wait for the elevator.
The leader was panting heavily, clearly lacking exercise; even going down the stairs was exhausting.

“This guy is the leader of the ‘Shogunate Gang’ and the boss of ‘Kabukicho’,” Nikolai introduced to Paul.

The leader was short and stocky, wearing a loose kimono robe and wooden clogs. He had a fleshy face, an unremarkable appearance, and a receding hairline.

This short man is named Sasagawa Koutarou, known in the underworld as "Sit-on-the-Ground Cannon". A few years ago, he was a low-level bandit leader, but in the last two years, he has become arrogant and become the boss.

In previous years, the two major underworld powers in the city, the "Sanno-kai" and the "Kyokushin-gumi", suffered heavy losses in a fierce battle. The previously unknown small gangs were able to benefit from this and rise to prominence. They gradually took over and encroached on the territory of the original major gangs. The "Bakufu Gang" was one of the nouveau riche.

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Behind "Sit-on-the-Ground Cannon" were nine burly men, all elite thugs dressed in black suits, carrying Japanese swords, and with holsters on their belts.
These nine men were all highly skilled outlaws, the backbone of the "Shogunate Gang," known as the "Nine Demon Gods of Kabukicho." Legends of their ruthlessness and cruelty circulated throughout the streets and alleys; children dared not cry upon hearing their infamous reputation, and onlookers would take several steps back in fear.
The next fifty or so men were all wearing floral shirts and carrying machetes and pickaxe handles. They were low-level gang members responsible for guarding the place. The large, dark-skinned group was quite imposing, surrounding the private room in layers.

"You idiot! You're asking for it!"
"How dare you cause trouble at my nightclub!" the short, spittle-splattered leader shouted.
"Guards! Chop them all up!"

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Upon hearing their leader's command, the "Nine Demon Gods of Kabukicho" charged forward with a fierce glint in their eyes, brandishing their samurai swords and howling. They showed no sign of holding back, clearly ruthless figures in the martial arts world with more than one life on their hands.
"A bunch of little karaomi! Trying to act tough! Let's get them!"

Just as Sergei and Dmitri were about to meet them, Takiya Rimi and Tonya shot out like two gusts of wind, leaving the two bearded men behind.
"Don't fight! First come, first served!" Takiya Rimi used 'Okinawa-ryu Koken-do Karate', a style that inherited ancient Chinese martial arts and was later transmitted to Okinawa. It is good at grappling and close-range fighting, and wins with speed and exquisite moves.

Donya uses 'Sambo,' a style derived from Slavic military combat techniques that incorporates judo, wrestling, and boxing techniques. It emphasizes simplicity and practicality, with wide, powerful, and fierce moves.

Every GRU agent possesses the skills of a professional fighter, and these two beauties are among the elite.

Two stunning female GRU agents, with their long, straight black hair and golden curls flowing freely in their high-speed movement, were like two scythes cutting into the loose formation of the Kabukicho Nine Demons, an unstoppable force like a hot knife through butter.

Fighting bare-handed against blades, two against nine, it's as easy and carefree as an adult beating up children.
In less than twenty seconds, the nine henchmen of the "Shogunate Gang" lay sprawled on the ground, foaming at the mouth, unable to get up again.

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At the same time, the main force of the "Shogunate Gang" also rushed up. The two drunken bearded men, Sergei and Dmitry, charged like two raging bulls, crushing the enemy with sheer brute force.

Shuichi Ando, ​​small in stature, moved through the crowd like a slippery water snake. Lacking strength, he compensated with devastating blows, each strike hitting vital joints.

In no time, more than fifty gang members were beaten senseless, and the nightclub lobby was filled with people lying on the ground, all writhing and groaning in pain as they clutched their wounds.

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Just minutes ago, Sasagawa Koutarou was a boisterous gang leader who thought he could easily deal with the troublemakers in this private room.
Unexpectedly, a few minutes later all his underlings were lying down, leaving him standing there all alone, looking as embarrassed as a clown who had failed at acrobatics;
"So...so strong...who exactly are you people?"

"Guess~" Nikolai said with a mischievous grin.

"This is awesome! This is what it feels like to smurf in a video game!" Sergei laughed, stroking his beard.

"Hey! You shorty! Anyone else here?! Call them all out for a spar, I haven't had enough yet!"

Sasagawa Koutarou, nicknamed "Sit-on-the-Ground Cannon," was already short, and when he was frightened, he bent his legs and shrank his neck, making him look even more like a dwarf.

Seeing the menacing figures approaching, he was clearly trembling with fear, but he stubbornly maintained his pride and refused to admit it.
"No...don't come any closer! I...I have connections in the legitimate world! Um...Captain Sanada of the police riot squad is my brother-in-law...he'll be here with just one phone call!"

"What the hell are you talking about! Call anyone you want, even if you bring the Federal Marshal, it won't make a difference!" Dmitri cursed.
I couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense anymore, so I grabbed the 'Shogunate Gang' leader by the collar like a chick.

They grabbed him and threw him into the middle of the private room.