The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 35 Lucky Mutual Aid Society (27)

"Matsui, you bastard!" Some fanatical members couldn't stand it anymore and thought that Matsui was insulting the president they respected. They stood up and cursed at him. Some even wanted to rush up and beat him, but were stopped by several security guards.

"Asshole! What do you want to do? Sit down!"

"Want to get spanked?"

The security guards looked fierce, and as soon as they heard the authentic tongue-snapping, they knew they were gangsters, which calmed the fanatical fans a little.

When Taro Harada heard what Matsui said, he felt his body go cold and sweat broke out. This was his biggest secret, and he swore that he had never told Matsui before! But it was still possible to redeem himself. So he pretended to be calm and asked as if he was offended: "Matsui, what are you talking about? Are you scolding me?"

For a moment, Matsui smiled again, but he suppressed it the next second. He continued, "Don't get excited, I didn't insult the president, I was describing it seriously... During the president's 30 years of staying at home, he was sent to a mental hospital by his parents for treatment several times. What I said is the truth. Am I right, President?"

Taro Harada argued, "This is the price of awakening my talent. I was still young at the time and had a deep misunderstanding and fear of this awakened talent. I didn't learn how to control it, so my behavior was extremely strange in the eyes of others, which led them to misunderstand me as a mental patient and send me to the hospital. But now, I can see through fate and help others! What you are talking about are just the most insignificant experiences in my long life. It is these experiences that made me who I am and made me determined to establish a mutual aid society to help others."

"I see! I said the president could not possibly be a psychopath! Damn Matsui, he is still slandering the president!" The members were convinced. Taro Harada's words were in line with his personality - a genius with talents that are not understood by the world! Even so, he still did not forget his original intention, which was really admirable.

Matsui nodded, then took out a medical record, opened it and said, "You're right. This explanation can indeed be used to cover up strange behavior. I found the president's medical record from that mental hospital. The most recent hospitalization was five years ago. It says he has schizophrenia. It describes his symptoms in great detail, such as hallucinations... But he said above that he also has extremely serious paranoia on top of his schizophrenia symptoms. The symptoms are that as long as he feels insecure, he will feel that someone wants to harm him and he will have symptoms of mental breakdown. I think the president's illness must have relapsed, right? That's why he is so suspicious and even calls me a bad guy who embezzled the charity money..."

"You bastard! What nonsense are you talking about!" When seeing Matsui actually took out his medical records, Harada Taro was extremely anxious. He could no longer maintain his composure and shouted impatiently, "What paranoia? You clearly know that there is something trying to harm me... Damn it!"

"Oh? Really?" Matsui asked teasingly, "Then, Mr. President, who wants to harm you?"

After saying this, Harada realized that he had said something wrong, and he quickly explained: "It's not like that, I was wrong! No one wants to harm me..."

But once the words are spoken, they are like spilled water, and it is hard to take them back. Suspicious eyes appeared on the faces of the members again. They whispered and discussed, and the chaotic voices were like needles piercing him from the audience, making him feel uncomfortable and breathing became difficult. The memories of staying at home for 30 years flooded into his mind. The lonely and introverted mood shattered all the efforts of the year, and he turned back into the useless otaku Harada Taro who lived alone.

Suddenly, Harada's eyes shone, and he said in his heart: "No, it's not over yet. My prestige is still there, and I can still fool around! This is nothing. I just need to continue to incite my followers to attack Matsui, the bastard. Slandering him is a threat to luck! Those brainless idiots will believe it. In order to change their fate, they can do anything!" Harada Taro's heart was finally ignited with fighting spirit. He wanted to survive this threat again like before. This was a test given to him by God. As long as he could get over it, he would definitely be able to subvert and see a different scenery! Just as he was about to muster up the courage to launch the final counterattack, he suddenly saw the pale and swollen baby with dense black blood on Matsui's body. He actually crawled out of his collar and showed him a smile full of fangs, with a look of resentment in his eyes. The little ghost crawled along Matsui's body to the ground, making an excited cry of "ah ah" from his mouth, and crawled towards Harada.

Turning his eyes, Harada found that it was not just this one, but the little ghosts on the senior members in the audience were also gathering around him, like a group of sharks that smelled blood! In the more than a year since the establishment of the Lucky Mutual Aid Association, he probably performed the "purification ceremony" dozens of times, that is, he used willow branches to whip these little guys hundreds of times! The later he got, the more times he needed to whip them, so he could imagine how much these little ghosts hated him!
As these ghosts appeared, Harada felt the temperature around him drop suddenly, causing his teeth to chatter, his lips to turn black and blue, and his face to look very bad. He looked at the audience, and pairs of eyes were fixed on him, with confusion and bewilderment in their eyes. They didn't know their current situation. Only a true psychic like him could feel the threat brought by these ghosts. Being able to communicate with spirits is a gift, but also a curse. While being able to feel the other party, it also means that the other party can affect him.

"Don't... don't come over..." Harada said tremblingly, his body shaking constantly, like a person who fell into ice water and was fished out. During the purification ceremony, facing one little ghost was a bit unbearable for him, and now a group of them appeared at the same time. If it weren't for the vague feeling of heat in his arms, he would have collapsed long ago.

"The president's current appearance...seems a little off."

"What happened? He seemed to be in pain."

The members in the audience were confused. At this time, Matsui shouted, "Oh no, the president is under too much pressure. His illness has recurred! Quickly prepare an ambulance! Others should not touch him to avoid excessive stimulation of the patient!"

"What? The president actually..."

"Don't worry about that for now, call an ambulance. Can't you see that the president is in such a state of pain?"

"Doctor! Is there anyone here who is a doctor?!"

The venue was in chaos, and everyone was looking at the scene on the stage in panic.

"So, this is your trump card, Matsui!" Harada Taro looked at Matsui viciously, thinking, "You found out my medical history, and accused me of paranoia, and then used a ghost to kill me in public, letting me die in the most shameful way, completely losing face, and confirming that I am mentally ill. Then you can naturally support the next puppet to take over?"

"I won't let you succeed, Matsui!" Harada roared.

(End of this chapter)