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Chapter 112 Confident, but Useless (Second Update, Please Vote~)

Gen Tsukino believed that no matter what their initial intentions were in sending people to follow him, they would never have imagined that he would so directly intrude into their territory.

After all, they see themselves as the ones in the open, while the others believe themselves to be lurking in the shadows. Any action they take should appear fraught with danger and vulnerability, as if they are surrounded by enemies.

Any extreme action should be treated as a suicide mission.

Genjiro Tsukino could indeed play those games of scheming and intrigue with them, but he was too lazy to bother with them. Not only would it take a lot of time, but it would also easily make these people think they were some kind of reincarnated Zhuge Liang.

Are clever ideas and cunning tricks useful?
He stood there watching these people with weapons, and with a simple kick, it seemed that no one dared to make a move for the time being.

Even Aze, who had fled in hastily thinking he had been rescued, stood there dumbfounded, looking left and right, seemingly expecting something.

"What? Have you gone deaf?"

The boy, who seemed somewhat impatient, spoke again.

The first few people hesitated and looked at each other, then finally looked at the tattooed man who was still hanging on the ring.

The man raised his hand with difficulty.

"Call the boss over."

These words seemed to give them a sense of security, and no one dared to approach the boy. Although they outnumbered him, no one wanted to take the kick.

They all have weapons, that's true, but they're not guns. If they're not careful and completely enrage the other party, given the strength this boy just displayed, he could easily beat someone to death.

"Quickly, contact the boss!"

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up!"

"crunch-"

Bang.

The sound was coming from outside.

The headlights not only shone directly on Tsukino Gen, but also illuminated the darkness outside.

"It's the boss!"

Someone inside shouted.

With the true leader appearing, everyone automatically retreated to both sides, seemingly blocking Tsukino Gen's path to go any further. However, the tattooed man hanging on the edge of the ring shouted irritably, "Why don't you send someone to help me down?"

Gen Tsukino didn't care what might happen behind him and turned to look at the roller shutter door. He seemed unconcerned about whether someone would ambush him from behind.

Four or five people got out of the black sedan.

These guys were clearly different from the 'gatekeepers' inside; they weren't the type to deliberately make fierce expressions, but they could still put a certain amount of pressure on people.

The man in the lead was wearing a red and white Hawaiian shirt, flip-flops, and had long, artistic hair. He appeared in front of Tsukino Gen with a cigarette in his mouth.

He feigned surprise upon seeing Tsukino Gen.

"Oh ho. We have guests over. What's wrong? Didn't you treat them well?"

Tsukino Gen calmly watched as the other party led his people in, instantly creating a situation where he was the center of the attack, surrounded from both sides.

However, the boy didn't seem to be on guard at all, still standing there lazily, not paying attention to any disturbances.

Previously terrified, Aze thought for a moment and moved closer to the man.

"Boss"

He lowered his voice and said something, glancing at Tsukino Gen a few times as he spoke.

"Oh, so you brought them here?"

The middle-aged man smiled as he looked at Aze.

Aze hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I had no choice. Boss is really good at fighting."

"It doesn't matter, you've done a good job."

The man smiled and patted Aze on the shoulder.

Aze subconsciously flashed a fawning smile, finally feeling a sense of relief. But that relief hadn't quite settled yet.

"Dangdang!"

"what!"

Aze, coughing up blood, lay unconscious on the ground.

The middle-aged man, who had just picked up a steel pipe from the ground, dropped it, a flash of malice crossing his eyes. Then, with a smile, he turned back to look at Tsukino Gen.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who ordered him to follow you. I've already dealt with it, consider it my apology. You shouldn't be angry, right?"

His smile looked very comfortable, but Tsukino Gen didn't like a man smiling at him like that.

He didn't even glance at Aze on the ground, let alone feel any sympathy. If you want to be in this business, you have to bear the consequences. It's unacceptable to only think about bullying ordinary people without considering your own suffering.

"Since things have come to this, shouldn't I just let bygones be bygones and leave now, which would be more dignified?"

Genya Tsukino smiled.

The long-haired middle-aged man glanced at him, then smiled and said, "Since you're already here, don't be in such a hurry to leave. If you have nothing else to do, why don't you stay and chat?"

"Is there anything we can talk about?"

Gen Tsukino smiled and asked in return.

These were clearly disrespectful remarks, instantly making the atmosphere tense.

Suddenly, all the underlings waiting for orders involuntarily took a step forward.

The man who met Tsukino Gen's gaze smiled after a brief silence. "As long as someone is human and can talk, there's something to talk about. Besides, no matter what, you injured one of my underlings. If I just let you go like this, how can I be the boss? You agree, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tsukino Gen's gaze accurately caught something. He clearly saw a burly man not far behind the middle-aged man, who put his left hand into his pocket, seemingly groping for something.

The middle-aged man's gaze immediately shifted in that direction. "Hey, what's going on? Put those things away. Is this something you can just move around like that?"

The man slowly withdrew his hand.

It seemed like a minor incident, but the pressure on the scene was palpable.

It seemed as if everyone present was on edge. But then Tsukino Gen smiled and spoke up, "Want to chat? Sure. But with so many people, it might be a bit awkward."

The man smiled and said, "Of course. You all go out then, you few just watch the door."

They efficiently arranged manpower and cleaned up the area. They even had a table and two chairs placed under the arena.

There was a plate of fried peanuts on the table, but it was accompanied by a bottle of brandy. It seemed rather incongruous.

The man crossed his legs and sat down. "Please sit down."

Gen Tsukino sat opposite him. The man seemed to have no worries about him at all. Even though he knew about Gen Tsukino's excessive strength, he seemed not to be afraid that Gen Tsukino might suddenly attack him or take him hostage.

He even had the leisure to pour Tsukino Gen a glass of wine, then pick up a few peanuts for himself before raising his glass again.

"Shall we have a drink before we start chatting?"

"They are quite hospitable."

Tsukino Gen commented, raising his glass at the same time.

The two objects collided, producing a crisp sound accompanied by the sloshing of the liquor. The man chuckled and said, "Of course, we don't have any deep-seated hatred for each other, why be so tense from the moment we meet? Let's treat this as entertaining guests so everyone can relax, what do you say?"

He took a sip of brandy.

Genya Tsukino took a small sip; to him, the difference between whiskey and brandy, sweetness and peaty, was negligible.

"Alright, I don't have much time either. I suggest we get straight to the point."

The long-haired man, who had just eaten two peanuts, chuckled. "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Kitagawa Shiroo. I've been with the Hakukai for almost twenty years. I'm considered a veteran, and I've managed to reach a position roughly equivalent to Sato Yuta. You should still remember Sato Yuta, right?"

Gen Tsukino remained noncommittal and did not answer.

Kitagawa Shiro didn't mind, leaning back in his simple chair and saying, "I usually think Sato Yuta is a smart man, seemingly flawless, and very good at doing business. It's a consensus that those who follow him are better off than those who follow me. But the smarter a person is, the more dangerous it is when their weaknesses are exposed. Actually, I'm very happy that you can get rid of him."

Gen Tsukino calmly replied, "I think you've misunderstood something. He was taken away by the police; he died in a car accident. It has nothing to do with me."

Kitagawa Shiro shrugged indifferently. "Some things aren't about the truth, but about what others think. You should understand that. Anyway, at the Hakukai Summit, almost everyone who knows you exists connects you with Sato Yuta's death."

This is something that Gen Tsukino could think of; he knew it in his heart, but naturally he wouldn't admit it aloud.

"So you had people following me because Sato Yuta's death has attracted too much attention?"

"Of course it's impossible not to attract attention, after all, it's Yuta Sato, someone who can make a lot of money for Mr. Nakajima. I had no choice but to have someone follow you. Perhaps you should be glad that I was the one who took on this task, since I'm willing to talk to you."

"Is my current situation very troublesome?"

“Of course.” Kitagawa Shiro took a sip of his drink, looking at the boy with a sharpening gaze. “Regardless of the truth, everyone believes you killed someone who could have made money for Mr. Nakajima. So, to make up for this loss, there are only two options.”

"What."

"First, I'll get rid of you. That would be revenge for Sato Yuta, and it would also save face for Mr. Nakajima and Shirakawa Shigeaki."

"What about the second one?"

"That is for you to prove that you can bring greater value than Yuta Sato and replace his purpose. I believe that then no one will care who you killed."

Gen Tsukino drank almost half of the brandy in his glass in one gulp.

He leaned back in his chair, squinting slightly as he looked at Kitagawa Shiroo. "You seem to be much smarter than Sato Yuta."

"Really? I don't think so. He's just too persistent."

Kitagawa Shiro showed no trace of reminiscence; this seemingly objective assessment was nothing more than crocodile tears.

Gen Tsukino finished his last sip, put down his glass, and looked at the other person.

"I'm really wondering, besides these two possibilities, do I have no other options?"

Kitagawa Shiro shook his head. "I've seen your file. Actually, it only takes half a day to figure it out, surprisingly simple. It seems unbelievable that someone from an orphanage could possess such skills. But skills are the least important thing in this era. You should understand that in front of a behemoth, the meaning of a strong physique is just a matter of time before it gets crushed."

"It seems like I have no choice but to agree."

Tsukino Gen said with a smile.

Kitagawa Shiro smiled slightly, "Of course, I wouldn't mind if you fought your way through here and let me see the true spirit of Bushido in this era. But you're still so young, it would be a pity. Besides, you're not alone, there are so many beautiful girls around you, I don't think you'd want to see anything happen to them."

"boom!"

Kitagawa Shiro, who had just finished speaking, landed awkwardly on his feet.

One cheek was swollen high, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His subconscious anger made his eyes widen, and the men guarding the door immediately reacted when they heard the noise.

He pulled a pistol directly from his pocket and pointed it at the boy.

"Let go!!"

They barely had time to shout when their vision blurred. It was as if they hadn't seen what was happening at all, as if they had suddenly suffered an eye attack.

"thump."

Unfortunately, they don't have the chance to figure out what happened yet.

Kitagawa Shirofumi, who had just gotten up from the ground, was still trying to figure out why the boy dared to suddenly attack him.

He saw that his two armed subordinates were slumped on the ground near the door, and his men who were waiting for an opportunity to attack were also unconscious.

The entire scene definitely didn't last ten seconds!
In the end what happened?
He didn't have time to think more deeply.

The cold muzzle of the gun, which should have been aimed at that boy, was now pressed against his own forehead.

Kitagawa Shirofumi, feeling his life threatened, stared wide-eyed, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Having spent over twenty years in the Shirahoshi district, this was the first time he felt death so close.

This feeling was even experienced by a high school student who was still in school!
Gen Tsukino looked at Shiro Kitagawa with a playful expression. "It's a good thing to be confident, although I don't know where you get the confidence to be alone with me and have a chat."

"I"

"You dare threaten me? The last person who threatened me was Yuta Sato. Would you like to exchange ideas with him?"

……

(End of this chapter)