I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 189 The Last Guest
In fact, when Shinichiro Kawakami shouted "Let's fight!", his voice was filled with heart-wrenching pain.

It contained a tremor and fear that he himself did not want to admit.

Perhaps everyone is afraid, and no one knows what they will face in such a situation.

Will I even see tomorrow?

Whether one's so-called success and fame are related to oneself.

What he can get is a tombstone and a substantial pension, or a real future.

What are they fighting for now, even willing to give their lives for?
Isn't it just another hopeless tomorrow?
Who wouldn't, in such circumstances and amidst such turmoil, regard the only possibility as their glimmer of hope?
Everyone understands this.

If there truly were a bright future, who would be willing to enter such an industry, risking the unknown and breaking the law for success? Of course, not everyone is willing to risk their life at such a time.

However, when someone becomes a pawn, and someone is willing to tempt you with huge profits, your adrenaline will surge uncontrollably.

For example, the purpose of Tsukino Gen leaving Mochizuki Miki outside was not only to ensure her safety, but also because he understood that in such a moment, she was more clear-headed and more willing to risk everything than Shiramine Momiji.

"Rush over!"

"Break down the door! Whoever goes in first, ten million yen! Not a penny less!"

"If you unfortunately die, the compensation will still be paid to your family!"

"If you have the ability to survive, you will be a hero of Baifeng!"

As a seasoned actor, he possesses a profound command of dialogue. Although his shout at this moment was somewhat instinctive, its impact was incredibly powerful.

Hearing Mochizuki Miki's screams, even Kawakami Shinichiro had the urge to just drive his car through the gate for a moment.

However, someone else got there first.

"boom!!"

It's clearly running at full speed.

A van sped towards the gate of the courtyard.

Daigo Nakajima's men had already begun their counterattack, with the sounds of submachine guns and pistols constantly ringing out at the door.

As for cold weapons, they were simply not relevant at this time.

When they saw the van recklessly charging towards them, their first instinct was to find a position and start firing wildly.

But when they reached their maximum speed and found their position, they were already a step too late.

The belated firepower could not destroy a lifeless beast. Of course, who the driver was and whether he was still alive were no longer on everyone's mind.

"boom!!"

The loud crash smashed a crack in the seemingly sturdy iron door, and smoke began to billow from the hood of the car.

But that wasn't enough; another van came hurtling towards them.

The enemy at the door didn't even have time to reload their ammunition to deal with the second vehicle.

"boom!!"

This time.

The iron gate was smashed open, leaving a noticeable gash.

Kitagawa Shiro quickly saw an opportunity.

"Before the car explodes! Charge in!!"

Mochizuki Miki naturally didn't need to charge in.

She was also holding a pistol, but hadn't fired a single shot yet. This pistol felt heavy, clearly different from the prop gun.

This wasn't the first time she'd ever handled a real gun, but nothing in her life had ever given her such a real and thrilling experience.

Shinichiro Kawakami glanced at Shiro Kitagawa from afar, and then quickly reached a consensus.

"Senior, I'm leaving the outside to you."

"Kawakami!"

Kitagawa Shiroo was grazed on the shoulder, a normal occurrence due to accidental discharge. At that moment, he couldn't worry about the pain or the risk of infection.

He understood what Shinichiro Kawakami meant.

Regardless of whether he was 'reckless' or had the ambition to claim the greatest credit for himself.

But at least at this moment, he understood himself.

I would never do that. No matter what, no matter how I consider it, after enduring so many years of patience and caution, how could I possibly risk my life?

But now someone has to take the risk.

If he's willing to go, then I can rightfully stay outside and do a safer rendezvous.

He found it difficult to express his feelings, and his trembling lips finally managed to utter only one sentence.

"Come back alive!"

"it is good!"

Braving the heavy rain, Shinichiro Kawakami, gripping his submachine gun, charged toward the smoke-filled doorway, followed by a group of others who were also prepared to risk their lives.

Kitagawa Shiroo should indeed lament that he understands this era less and less.

The older generation taught me that no matter how hard others risk their lives, it doesn't matter; living a long life is the only true measure of success.

But why are these people now risking their lives?

He's right there!

"I saw it! I really saw it!"

"Don't panic! He's alone, what are you afraid of?!"

Compared to the bloodshed outside...

Inside this mansion, the scene was clearly different.

No one expected that the gentle-smiling boy would suddenly attack, and blood splattered all over the elevator entrance with his first move.

Even more unexpectedly, Mingming managed to organize enough manpower and react quickly.

But most of the time, they couldn't even see the boy.

The torrential rain outside was not just a rare downpour, but more like a baptism from heaven on earth.

The three-person team relied on each other, nervously searching for the boy's figure, while the security cameras throughout the building continuously transmitted intelligence through their earpieces.

But this intelligence
"Third team, watch out! He's just around the corner to your left!"

"Beep beep!"

But they were fully prepared, even firing shots as they charged forward.

But they found that there was nothing at all.

"What about people?!"

The extreme tension almost made him curse.

The sound in the headset seemed to stop for a moment, as if the whole world had suddenly been paused for a second.

After that.

"Be careful!!"

A shout that almost shattered eardrums.

There wasn't even time to tell these people who they should be careful of, or where they should be careful.

"Shh!"

They only had time to see the shimmering silver light, as if it had cleaved the air in front of them.

Then came a blinding crimson. The ruthless youth showed no mercy, making no mention of the innocent. Anyone present was either an ally or an enemy.

Lying on the ground, still conscious, the man, who only had one arm left, tried to pick up the pistol from the ground despite the pain.

but.

"boom."

"what!!"

His only hand was pierced by the tip of a knife, making him look like a fake son of God.

His agonizing roar echoed throughout the corridor.

"over there!!"

Someone quickly arrived from around the corner and opened fire in this direction.

But when the smoke cleared, they found that they had swept away nothing except their comrades lying in pools of blood.

They didn't even see which direction the figure disappeared from!
This ghostly situation fueled a growing sense of fear among the few remaining people.

"Did you see where they went?!"

The person on the ground was struggling and screaming.

But how can they give an answer when they can't even speak?

Several people were already sweating profusely.

Someone tried to reassure their leader, "Don't worry! He's definitely on this floor, as long as we're careful. There are security cameras."

"boom!"

The words are not finished yet.

The surrounding lights suddenly went out.

Their eyes widened.

"Power outage?!"

"No! It must be him. Did he turn off the power?!"

"Don't panic! As long as we stand together, we have guns! One shot from us and he's done for!"

"boom!!"

Just at this moment.

The ventilation duct overhead suddenly collapsed.

It was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in; they didn't even have time to turn their gaze upwards.

A cloud of dust filled the air.

A figure holding a long sword slowly rose from a crouching position.

He glanced at the fingers struggling on the edge of the 'ruins', and the boy ruthlessly stomped on them.

"So much nonsense."

He didn't covet any of the guns on the ground; he simply held the knife, letting the tip scrape across the ground, making deep and shallow marks and producing a distinct, piercing sound.

He was like a wandering white grim reaper in this increasingly deserted corridor.

Those enemies who were already excited at the sound of the commotion, feeling that their success was just around the corner, now only felt that death was getting closer and closer when they heard such a sound.

It sounded like the tolling of a countdown clock.

Even before anyone appeared, they had already gone mad and started firing wildly.

And after such a barrage of fire, what is often heard is their own screams of agony.

Actually, there is another figure who has been almost forgotten by everyone.

That's the red leaves of Baifeng.

She's still in the elevator.

She didn't take a single step out, and it turned out her choice was correct.

When someone below tried to press the elevator button to go upstairs, she pressed the button desperately, refusing to let the elevator go down even though the door was open.

Her nerves were constantly on edge, and she maintained her mental sanity only because of the gun that fell from the first person who died at the elevator entrance. However, she seemed to be too normal, to the point of almost being agitated.

Anything that comes into her sight could be mowed down by her gun.

But whether it was a coincidence or a planned cleanup by the boy, not a single enemy appeared near the elevator.

When the power outage occurred, it seemed that there was no longer any risk of the elevator going down, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

There seemed to be no way out, but everything seemed to be going according to plan.

what's the plan?
That is, this boy cleaned the entire floor in the impossible, in the simplest and most brutal way.

So what's next?

As the elevator doors closed, Bai Feng Hongye almost collapsed into the corner.

Then she heard footsteps outside the elevator.

The sound made Bai Feng Hongye tense up immediately.

Who approached at that moment? Was it Tsukino Gen returning?

No, if it were him, the whole process wouldn't even take an hour, right? It can't be that fast, can it?

Who is that?
Is it because they feel they can't get rid of Tsukino Gen, so they want to find themselves as hostages instead?
No!

Whether from the perspective of one's own safety or the overall picture of the plan.

We must not let this happen!
She gripped the gun tightly, even though she hadn't fired a single shot yet and had no experience of killing anyone with her own hands.

She would never relinquish the initiative, not only because she didn't want to let down the boy's efforts, which he had made all by himself.

She absolutely could not bring shame upon her family; she had to prove that she was worthy of being Bai Feng's heir.
"Crench!"

The elevator doors were pulled open with tremendous force.

The moment she was about to pull the trigger, and was about to press it all the way down without hesitation.

"it's me."

The calm voice brought her back to her senses in an instant; her taut nerves, like a fully drawn bowstring, could not be stretched any tighter.

She stared in disbelief at the boy, whose clothes were clean but whose blade was covered in blood, as he entered her field of vision.

He remained as calm and peaceful as ever, as if he had come from a pure land.

But the soles of his shoes were stained with bloody footprints.

"Is it all over?"

Gen Tsukino smiled. "Almost there, but it's time for you to make your appearance."

"I?"

For some inexplicable reason, the red leaves of Shirakawa Peak have a somewhat absurd feel to them.

Although she kept saying that she should be the main character, at this moment, she actually felt that it was an absurd irony.

Tsukino Gen walked over, took the gun from her hand, and then took her soft hand in his.

"Someone is waiting for us."

……

(End of this chapter)