The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 36 Lucky Mutual Aid Society (28)

"You won't let me succeed? Funny~" Matsui looked at Harada Taro's angry face with contempt. To be honest, he was a little surprised that Harada Taro didn't collapse immediately. Harada had been staying at home for 30 years, hardly doing any exercise, and he was already in his 50s. Due to mental weakness, he looked like a man in his 60s. In addition, he had been in contact with those little ghosts for nearly a year, using his own blood to suppress their resentment. Therefore, Matsui estimated that the other party could not perform the "purification ceremony" many times. He had long wanted to abandon this useless and disobedient old guy, but he had no replacement.

And now… Matsui glanced at Inuyama Heita below the stage, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Such a young man must have a stronger spirit, which would be enough for him to use for a long time. Even if he couldn't find a successor, the Mutual Aid Association would definitely become a huge organization before that. By then, even if he didn't use such weird means, he would be able to continue to develop…

When Inuyama Heita saw those little ghosts, he was also frightened by the horrifying scene. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the audience. The crowd was already in a commotion. Many people stood up and raised their heads to check the situation on the stage. There was no sign of Qian Xiaoyi at all.

So Inuyama Heita came to Matsui and asked nervously: "Mr. Matsui! What is going on? Why did these children attack the president?"

"What? They are attacking the president? That's why he is like this?" Matsui pretended to be surprised, then put on a compassionate expression and said reluctantly: "...It's no wonder. I have told you before that the president has a serious mental illness, among which paranoia is the most serious. I only found out recently that the president has been hurting these children in order to prevent them from not listening to him and hurting him in the future. You know, I am not like you psychics, so I can't detect the situation in time, so it's too late now. Now these children should be taking revenge on the president..."

"Can I help?" asked Inuyama Heita.

"No! Don't go over there!" Matsui grabbed Inuyama Heita's wrist tightly and said, "Those are all troubles that the president caused himself. It will be useless even if you go over there!"

"But……"

"No buts!" Matsui's attitude was very firm: "Those children have suffered a lot, and they have a lot of resentment. If you go over there, they might attack you too, and then both you and the president will be in trouble!" How could he let the successor he had worked so hard to find be in danger?
Inuyama Heita asked: "So what should we do now?"

"Wait for the ambulance!" Matsui said, "If the ambulance comes earlier, maybe the president can still be saved!" What a joke, how can he be saved? He just wants this old guy to die!
"Matsui!!!" Taro Harada suddenly roared loudly, took out the ruler given to him by Qian Xiaoyi from his arms, and waved it around wildly. The little ghosts retreated one after another, with fearful looks on their faces, but they did not leave. Instead, they surrounded him, waiting for the opportunity to attack. The power of the ruler could only go so far.

"Crazy! The president is really crazy!" Seeing his actions, Harada himself did not collapse, but many members had already begun to collapse. The president, whom they revered as a god and claimed that he could change their destiny, was now really like a mental patient and insane.

Matsui noticed the ruler in Harada Taro's hand and was a little surprised. Although he couldn't see the scene of the little devils besieging Harada Taro, he could guess what was going on. He immediately said into the microphone: "Guards! Arrange for everyone to leave quickly and orderly! There are too many people here, and the president can't bear any more stimulation! Everyone, please leave immediately, right now, I will stay here with the president and wait for the ambulance to arrive!"

Matsui made a gesture to the senior member of the gang, nodded, and arranged for the ferocious security personnel to disperse the crowd and prepare to leave. They must minimize the impact before things get out of control.

"Why, Mr. Matsui?" Inuyama Heita asked, "Why should we let them go? Once the crowd disperses, then the president will..."

Matsui replied: "Heita-kun, please believe me, I know what I am doing. We can't stop this, and if the president falls in front of everyone, do you know how many people will go crazy? The situation at that time will not be under our control."

"I understand..." Inuyama Heita was silent. He turned his head and tried to find the person in the audience. He felt that the situation was getting out of control.

At this time, Taro Harada also realized that things were not going well. When there were many people, they could suppress these little ghosts with their popularity. Once he was the only one left, their power would increase. At that time, it was not known whether the ruler in his hand would still work. Even if it worked, his old bones would definitely not be able to defeat the young man Matsui, and the ruler would definitely be snatched away. So while the little ghosts were still afraid of the ruler in his hand, Taro Harada shouted breathlessly into the microphone: "Don't leave! Don't leave! I order you as the president! Come back! Please, come back quickly! He is lying..." The sound of the speaker stopped abruptly, and he turned around and saw that it was Matsui who directly pulled out the wire of his microphone.

Matsui gave him a cold look and continued into his microphone, "Everyone continue to evacuate. The president's illness requires a quiet environment for him to calm down! Everyone, leave!"

Everyone had already tacitly accepted that Harada Taro had a serious paranoia, and at this moment he was clearly in the process of a breakdown, so it was best to listen to Mr. Matsui and not provoke such a mentally ill person. So everyone obediently rushed towards the gate.

Seeing the crowd gradually disperse, he was surrounded by many ghosts and his body became weak. He could not escape. If he continued like this, he would be dead. So Taro Harada burst out with power in desperation. He threw down the microphone and shouted at the top of his voice: "It's all fake! There is no fortune-changing! There is no purification ceremony, it's all fake! Don't leave, I'll tell you everything! You've been deceived!"

"Everyone, get out of here!" Matsui shouted impatiently into the microphone, trying to drown out the president's voice.

But unfortunately, there were still some people who heard what Taro Harada said.

"Mr. Matsui, did I hear you wrong just now?" Hongo Daisuke, a gangster among the senior members, came over with a frown on his face. He wore a suit with a floral shirt underneath, with his collar open and no tie, looking very scoundrel. Hongo came over and said with a gloomy face, "No... good luck?"

"President, are you telling the truth? The purification ceremony is fake? But I clearly feel that..." Another senior member, truck driver Kuroda said in surprise.

"Stay! Just stay and I'll tell you everything!" Taro Harada shouted in despair.

"I want to hear it."

"Me too."

Several other senior members said.

Hongo waved his hand and asked the security personnel to drive out the ordinary members and leave only the senior members in the venue. This was a secret conversation that only they were qualified to listen in.

"It seems that we have a lot to talk about." Hongo said with a gloomy face.

(End of this chapter)