I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 133 Where's your horse?
Gen Tsukino received a phone call early in the morning, but it wasn't from Rin Asagiri settling accounts.

It was Chinatsu Morita.

"Are you awake?"

Her voice sounded tired, making one feel inexplicably sorry for her, but at that moment, Tsukino Gen was leisurely looking at the photos of the borderline female internet celebrity sent by Miura Akihiko.

"You're awake. You sound so tired."

"It's not a good thing you did!"

"Ok?"

Gen Tsukino paused, wondering what it meant. Did it mean that his meeting with her sister yesterday had been discovered?

Probably not, otherwise the tone wouldn't be like this.

That should be a direct warning to stay away from her sister. Although I don't have similar experience, I've read a lot of anime and novels, and I can understand some plot developments even with a brain.

"Didn't you tell me before what you did at the White Summit? I got a call last night saying that the White Summit is making a move, and Daigo Nakajima has sent people out."

"Is it related to my matter?"

Gen Tsukino wasn't that surprised; in fact, judging by the time, it was indeed about time.

After all, it was the defection of a powerful subordinate. Whether for the sake of prestige or to stabilize morale, Daigo Nakajima would certainly deal with it quickly.

As for whether the white leaves of Shiramine can be handled well, that is the core key to whether one can pass the test.

After all, supporting a puppet with no ability to rise to power is just asking for trouble. He has no intention of becoming a full-time healer for any yakuza organization.

"Of course. Right on Baifeng's territory, a brawl broke out involving nearly a hundred people. Our police station was busy with this all night. We arrested some people and interrogated others, but it was all in vain. Four or five people died and countless others were injured."

Tsukino Gen is not interested in these numbers.

What good is a mob, no matter how many people it gathers? This isn't the old era where sheer numbers make you the boss. Clearly not. You need brains and the ability to lead your subordinates to success to gain followers. You need shrewdness and decisiveness to earn respect.

"The results of it?"

Gen Tsukino only cares about this one thing.

What will be the outcome of this large-scale armed conflict? What will be the fate of Kitagawa Shiroo, whom he deliberately placed at the center of the conflict? Whether he dies, survives, or becomes a fence-sitter once again, Tsukino Gen won't be surprised.

The outcome will determine what he does next.

"It happened at a nightclub affiliated with the Hakufeng Foundation. The manager of the nightclub was a new person appointed by the Hakufeng Foundation, named Kitagawa Shiroo. Nakajima Daigo's men entered in about three batches that night. Fortunately, there weren't many customers that night, and most of the innocent people ran out when they saw something was wrong."

"When the first group of people entered, it seemed they wanted to take Kitagawa Shiroo away. Kitagawa Shiroo immediately fought back and resisted fiercely. Then the second and third groups of people entered one after another. Then, the Hakufeng Society's direct subordinates arrived to help ten minutes later. There was a brawl involving about a hundred people. The scene was a mess. Almost the entire nightclub was destroyed and it was unbearable to look at. There was blood and injured people everywhere."

“When we received the report and arrived at the scene, the incident was already over, and we took the people back. Kitagawa Shiroo on this side and the people on the other side almost gave the same answer, denying that it was a dispute between any organized crime groups. They insisted that it was a competition among peers and said they would settle it privately without the need for police intervention.”

Gen Tsukino smiled. "With so many people involved, it would be difficult to reach a private settlement, wouldn't it?"

"Of course, it's acceptable for so many people to be judged as having a significant impact on society, but the cost is that everyone has to work overtime to interrogate them, and the result is just that a few insignificant scapegoats are imprisoned."

"So, according to you, Kitagawa Shiroo survived?"

"He was slightly injured, but not seriously. Judging from his fierce words, it seems that he has no kinship with those people. He should be considered a complete defector. He was personally bailed out by the lawyer sent by Shirafune Koyo."

Gen Tsukino raised an eyebrow. "You know that too?"

"I met him once, when Bai Fengqinghui, the president of Bai Fenghui, got into trouble. This was the lawyer who was brought in to communicate with the police at that time."

"I see."

The person on the other end pursed their lips, probably having drunk some water or coffee.

water?
Gen Tsukino stood up, his gaze instinctively falling on the now spotless sofa, recalling the somewhat romantic moments of the previous day. The image flashed before his eyes like a flood bursting its banks.
"What are you planning to do next? It seems that Daigo Nakajima did not succeed this time, but his attitude is clear: he is challenging the legitimacy of the Shiramine family."

It was as if an arrow had pierced through the shoulder of the Zhou emperor.

Gen Tsukino said calmly, "I don't know yet. You should go and rest first. I'll let you know if anything happens."

"You're not planning to secretly take care of it by yourself again, are you?"

"Don't worry, you won't miss out on your share of the credit."

"I'm not doing this for any so-called credit."

what is that?
Sense of participation?
I don't know, but he's a lunatic.

"Okay, I'll let you know anyway, don't worry."

"Then take care of yourself. I'm going to rest now. I really can't take it anymore."

"Ah."

Ended the call.

Gen Tsukino looked at his phone, guessing that a call from an unknown number would come in soon.

But that's not the point today.

Tsukino Gen's schedule was quite simple throughout the day. He took Kiyono Mizuki out for some sunshine and they had lunch together. In the afternoon, around four o'clock, he received a call from Asagiri Rin.

"I'm almost at your apartment complex, hurry up and get off."

The tone was very unfriendly, which aroused suspicion.

"You probably didn't bring any guns or ammunition. You'll just shoot me when I get down, right?"

"You know what fear is? Then why did you dare last night?"

"Change your clothes and come down. *thud*"

The call was disconnected again.

Since we've already done it once, doing it again won't hurt. And let me tell you, hanging up on the young lady is really addictive.

There is a kind of beauty that makes you feel like there is no tomorrow once today is over.

When Tsukino Gen simply changed into a long-sleeved white shirt and black jeans and stood at the entrance of the apartment building, the familiar black sedan arrived as scheduled. From a distance, it was clear that the driver was Morita Kaoru.

This is paid leave? We're called back to work overtime whenever something happens. Ugh, those evil capitalists.

No one got off the car. Tsukino Gen walked to the back window and watched as the window slowly rolled down. He gave a harmless, innocent smile.

Good afternoon, Miss.

then.

The girl sitting inside slowly raised her arm, holding a black pistol in her hand, the muzzle like a black hole pointed at herself.

"Tsukino Gen, you really want to die, don't you?"

Asagiri Rin's face, lightly made up, appeared exceptionally aloof and noble, her eyes icy cold as she faced him.

It's as if the trigger could be pulled at any moment.

Morita Kaoru, who was in front, didn't turn around, but her slightly nervous expression could be seen in the rearview mirror. This meant that the gun was very likely real, and she was worried that something might really happen.

Is dating really that dangerous for young people these days?

They were kissing on the beach just a few days ago, and today he's pointing a gun at me. How can the risk be higher than for someone like me who's working as a part-time bodyguard?

Tsukino Gen didn't show any panic. He simply opened the car door and got in. Even after he got in and closed the door, the muzzle of the pistol was almost pressed against his temple.

It seemed that soon, the cold muzzle would become hot and filled with the smell of gunpowder.

He turned around and looked at the girl with cold eyes with surprise, "Miss looks so beautiful today?" It wasn't a compliment without reason.

Asagiri Rin's fashion sense has always been top-notch, though it's possible she has a personal stylist in the Asagiri family. But she certainly looks stunning today.

The black dress, resembling an evening gown, was sleek and silky, revealing only the shapely calves. A slight slit at the knee added a subtle allure, allowing glimpses of fair skin to the legs.

The worst part is that she wore red-soled high heels today without any hesitation.

Even sitting in a car, she exudes nobility, elegance, and youthfulness.

As for the silver pendants swaying gently on the ears and the slightly glowing silver bracelet on the wrist, those are merely icing on the cake.

The color scheme is simple, but it perfectly matches her temperament. The light makeup also beautifully highlights her already delicate features, showcasing her natural advantages.

"Don't give me that. You're addicted to hanging up on me, aren't you?"

Asagiri Rin just couldn't understand this scumbag.

He talked to her on the beach, saying things that moved her, and then forcibly kissed her, creating a romance she didn't actually crave. They seemed to get along well, but he had to do things that made her angry.

What? Do you feel you can't be too nice to him? Or are you naturally inclined to be a masochist? Or do you think this way you can easily control him and do whatever you want?
Both of them made her angry.

There's a sense that everyone is a good person, but they're being driven to the brink of madness.

"It just ran out of battery and shut down. You know, my phone is very old. Sometimes I can't hear you clearly, and sometimes it hangs up automatically for no reason. That's normal."

Gen Tsukino lies without batting an eye.

"You really think I'm a fool. There's no use in keeping it. I've thought of a few places for you. You can either sprinkle it on Zhaori Pagoda or throw it into the bay. You choose one."

Asagiri Rin said coldly, as if she could not be easily swayed.

Gen Tsukino pondered for a moment, then looked sincerely at Rin Asagiri.

"Can't you turn me into a stone and place me beside you? That way I can stay with you forever."

Rin Asagiri instantly broke out in goosebumps, and her hand holding the gun trembled uncontrollably.

"Be any more disgusting!"

"Really, why don't you make me the second hand of your clock? That way, I can spend time with you, turning every minute and every second."

"You win."

Asagiri Rin put down her pistol and handed it to Morita Kaoru in front of her. Morita Kaoru immediately put it away, seemingly relieved, while also clutching her chest.

What was that boy just saying? Why did it make me feel so nauseous?!

Asagiri Rin is also feeling disgusted, like she's swallowed a fly.

"I've never seen such a shameless person as you, saying anything and everything."

The boy blinked innocently. "How is that shameless? I rarely lie."

"Bullshit. If you can tell the truth in two out of ten sentences, you'd be lucky to have a conscience."

Asagiri Rin didn't believe the boy's nonsense; only that stupid girl, Kazama Sakura, would believe his vows of eternal love.

What sincerity does he have? It's all just a bunch of deceptive tricks. And he doesn't feel any guilt whatsoever.

"These two truths will definitely apply to you."

The boy said it with absolute certainty.

The girl turned her face away, "Who cares?"

real or fake?

She couldn't help but think about it.

As the car slowly started moving, Asagiri Rin looked at her reflection in the car window and seemed to remember something. She frowned and looked at the boy.

"Is this what you're wearing?"

The boy in the white shirt looked youthful, and you could almost guess his identity at a glance. Moreover, this simple attire possessed a certain quality on him—a clean and pleasant appearance. Of course, this was assuming no one knew about the boy's unpleasant personality.

Even knowing this doesn't stop him from shining brightly.

Gen Tsukino nodded. "Unlike you, I don't have several wardrobes to choose from. This is my best outfit."

Actually, it's a lie, because each outfit costs about the same, and he wouldn't spend money on that at all. In his mind, such a handsome face is just to save him money on clothes.

"You're dressed like a waiter, change into something else."

He couldn't possibly look like a waiter, but Tsukino Gen's appearance really annoyed Asagiri Rin. Why dress so clean and pure? When they arrived at the event, among a bunch of people dressed up, he would stand out like a crane among chickens.

His slender figure, handsome features, and clean-cut demeanor perfectly matched his outfit. She could almost imagine how much attention this young man would attract tonight.

No.

We need to get him a more flamboyant outfit.

He's the kind of person you just hate to look at, like a playboy.

"Where can I find a place to change clothes at this hour? I didn't bring any with me."

The boy said innocently.

"I'll take you to buy it now."

Asagiri Rin said coldly.

"That's not a good idea, I don't have any money either."

"I already told you I'd take you, why would you pay for it?"

Gen Tsukino feigned surprise, "Wouldn't that make me a gigolo?"

"."

"I don't really mind being a kept man, but what if you take this opportunity to make some unreasonable demands? How am I supposed to refuse?"

"I suggest you stop fantasizing about those things, just because you're the one I brought there, and I don't want you to embarrass me."

"Oh, okay. I don't mind."

Who said this young lady is bad?
This young lady is so tempting; aside from her stubbornness, she's soft in every way. Especially this soft rice bowl.
It wasn't until Asagiri Rin dragged Tsukino Gen to a shopping mall full of luxury brand counters that she took it upon herself to make Tsukino Gen change into an outfit that she had carefully 'coordinated'.

The boy stepped out of the changing room and looked at his leather clothes, boots, and even hat, which made him look like a Western cowboy.

He looked at the other person hesitantly, "Am I going to film a movie?"

Asagiri Rin's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands.

"Great, this is the one!"

"Looks like I'm missing a gun. Why don't you just give me yours?"

If you grab a gun, you can duel. Who would wear something like this to a birthday party?
Morita Kaoru, who had watched the whole thing from the sidelines, thought for a moment and then offered her sincere advice.

"One horse is still missing."

Tsukino Gen:
I didn't realize you were such a deadpan comedian!

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(End of this chapter)