Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 95, Section 93: The Deadly Ghost

Near Ayase.

Late at night, this place is bustling with activity.

Although the Arakawa Ryuzaku group isn't a large gang, it still has some fame and status in Ayase.

Behind this, of course, are the families that secretly provide support.

In return, the group will also cultivate some "elite cadres" to do money-grubbing, life-threatening jobs for families who are unwilling to get involved.

They have their own company, but they also have a billiards hall as their headquarters and a place for members to relax. Gang members often prefer to come here because the atmosphere is more relaxed.

When they have free time, they stay here to play billiards, drink and chat. Many group members treat this place like their own home.

"There's no shortage of quality actresses in the adult film industry right now. I'll teach you how to find some vain girls, then find an opportunity to lend them money. When they can't pay it back, it's easy to get them into the industry."

"I think I'll continue to run the place. I can pick up a couple of guys every now and then and just dump them on the street when I'm done."

"Haha, last time I stole an old guy's bag at the hospital. There was a lot of money in it. I saw on the report that it said something about cancer, which is probably a terminal illness. I guess I did a good deed and helped that old guy get rid of it as soon as possible."

Six or seven group members, carrying bottles of liquor, boasted about various ways to make money, getting drunk and occasionally bursting into arrogant laughter.

"A very strong, sinful scent."

Iwasaki, in his black mist form, clung to a shadowy corner of the ceiling, scanning these filthy souls.

It was a very strange feeling. He could perceive the degree of defilement of each human soul through "soul touch" and which of them were sacrificial bodies.

The small billiard hall was teeming with maggots and flies; every single one of them had wisps of gray, sinister smoke rising from their skulls, clearly making them excellent materials for sacrifice.

Let him make good use of this waste.

This was the only contribution they could make.

Before taking action, Iwasaki carefully sensed his surroundings, located several security cameras, activated his Mage's Hand, and silently twisted them all against the wall before turning his gaze to an office at the very back of the billiard hall.

That was for the gang's leaders; it was well soundproofed, and with loud music playing outside, you couldn't hear anything inside.

Sometimes, some fools who owe money and refuse to pay it back are brought here specifically to be taught a lesson.

Of course, we live in a civilized society now, and they won't kill debtors. They will just keep putting pressure on them to find ways to scrape together all the money they can to pay it off. And those who are brought here are usually the ones who actually want to "skip out" on their bills.

That's not acceptable!
Iwasaki squeezed through the gap and quickly hid in the shadow of a curtain, silently watching the scene of the beating unfold before him.

"I was wrong! I won't do it again! Team Leader Akabane, please, give me another chance. I will definitely raise the money! Ah, a week—no, three days! Give me three days!"

Inside the office.

Three high-ranking officials, dressed in suits and carrying baseball bats, were beating a man who had recently tried to escape debts but had been caught, making a series of dull thuds.

The experienced man protected his head and rolled on the floor, even managing to plead with the Akabane leader, who was sitting in the main seat, while rolling.

"I'll give you three days, haha, you think you can run all the way to Hokkaido in three days!"

"Beat them! Anyone who dares to evade their debts will be beaten to death!"

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Team Leader Akabane slammed his hand on the table and issued a threatening statement, which only emboldened the three officers to fight even more fiercely.

The man's wails grew increasingly piercing, and his pleas for mercy continued.

The people in the office have a much stronger presence than the bunch of lackeys outside.

The mist emanating from the top of his head was no longer gray, but black.

It belongs to a higher level of offering.

Even the debtor who was being beaten was caught in the crossfire.

There were no surveillance cameras in the office, but there was a recording device that was always running, which was turned off by the mage. Then, at the doorway, a figure in black robes slowly materialized.

While most people's attention was focused on the beating, the Akabane Group Leader, sitting opposite them, noticed something amiss.

He first noticed the black substance seeping in from the surrounding cracks, winding its way onto the ground like the hem of a black robe. As he raised his gaze, the Ringwraith, clad in black robes, had already materialized, its longsword reflecting a cold, sharp white light. His mouth gaped open, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto the table. Before he could say anything, one of his henchmen, as if possessed, viciously struck his own man on the head with a club, causing him to bleed profusely.

"Ahhh!! Masashi, are you crazy?!"

The man who had been hit staggered back two steps, clutching the wound on his head. He was filled with shock and anger, his mind went blank, and blood blurred his vision.

"It's not my fault, it's not under my control!"

Zheng Er had no idea what was happening. He only felt as if someone had grabbed his wrist and was swinging the stick in his hand with such force that he couldn't break free at all. He couldn't even do something as simple as throwing the stick away.

"Ahhh—get out of the way!"

boom!
Another blow landed, this time striking the man squarely on the temple. The sound of skull shattering mingled with the splattering of fluid onto the calligraphy of the character "义" (righteousness), splashing bright red onto the wall. The man's head lolled to the side, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, limp and powerless, following the force of the baseball bat.

"What the hell is going on?! No, no! Zheng Er, don't do it!"

Another cadre saw that the man had dealt with his companion and was walking towards him, and he was terrified and wanted to run away.

Just as he turned around and saw that ghostly black shadow, before he could react, his throat was suddenly tightened, making it hard to breathe.

Iwasaki stood still, his black robe fluttering without wind, his five fingers clenching in mid-air, and his body floated up like a puppet, crashing backward into the wall.

The throat bone made a teeth-grinding crunching sound under the irresistible force, the cadre's legs kicked futilely in the air, and his eyeballs bulged out.

"Group, save!" he desperately and laboriously reached out his hand to Group Leader Akabane.

"I...I really can't control it! Boss, save me! Boss, save us!" Zheng Er's wrists were bruised from being squeezed.

The last thing the officer saw was the tearful face of his former comrade, who was saying sorry as he mercilessly swung a baseball bat at his head.

boom!
Boom!

The stick broke off, and the head twisted in an inhuman way, blooming like a flower.

Zheng Er broke down. In just that short time, he not only killed two of his companions, but also casually smashed the debtor to death with a stick.

He had three lives on his hands for no reason.

Not a single penny left!

But their boss didn't dare to move an inch, not even dare to breathe. He could only watch helplessly as things unfolded before him. The only big move he dared to make was swallowing the saliva that kept secreting.

Although he had a pistol in his drawer, he had lost all courage to even draw it.

The current situation is too bizarre to be described; it is simply beyond the capabilities of humans.

So, is this a vengeful spirit that has come to claim a life?
Staring at Iwasaki, who was dressed in a black robe, he dared not pay any attention to the chaos before him.

"No, no! Click—"

The force on Masaru's back finally left, but before he could even feel relieved, he felt a strange touch on his neck. His face changed drastically in horror, and he was about to beg for mercy when—with a crisp crack, his head was twisted 180 degrees, and his unseeing eyes stared straight at the immobile Akabane leader, as if blaming him for not saving him.

Gulu.

Akabane, a ruthless man who had personally ended several lives, finally lost control of his bladder and wet his pants, his yellow urine flowing down the leather office chair and onto the floor.

"Your Excellency, please don't kill me. What do you want? Please tell me. I can do many things for you. The combination to the safe."

Akabane's throat seemed to be twitching. He forced out a tiny smile and, trembling, begged the black-robed man who was silently walking towards him step by step to live.

"Where is Toshitaka Iwasaki?"

A strange, inhuman voice emanated from that dark, faceless head, which resembled a black hole.

Upon hearing this name, Akabane burst into tears.

So it turns out that this monster was provoked by Toshitaka Iwasaki.

Damn it, I still didn't get enough money!
(End of this chapter)