Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The two groups confronted each other, shouting and shoving, looking like they were about to fight.

Strangely, many diners seem oblivious to this, as if it were commonplace.

In the blink of an eye, the two groups of delinquents were fighting, and many bowls, chopsticks, tables and chairs were smashed and broken.

Maki Higashiwa frowned and was about to get up to stop them.

Then, Uesugi Kiyoshi pressed her shoulders and made her sit down.

The girl stared at Uesugi Kiyoshi with a puzzled look, but Uesugi Kiyoshi only glanced at her sideways.

"You never remember what I say, but you remember my story with that girl perfectly well."

"I told you, think things through before you do anything."

"This street is also under the jurisdiction of the Dongwen Association. Those two gangs of thugs also pay tribute to the Dongwen Association. This street is their territory. Now it seems that they are at odds."

"Never mind, that's not important. Look at the boss's expression."

Upon hearing this, Maki Azuma immediately turned to look at the chubby middle-aged izakaya owner.

She raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The boss looked somewhat helpless, but not nervous at all. Instead, he spoke loudly from the side, seemingly trying to mediate the fight.

The fat boss's attempts to mediate were ineffective, and soon the two groups of thugs had decided who would win.

The winning team, led by a blond-haired guy, outnumbered their opponents and were soundly defeated.

"Bunta, you bastard, I'll teach you to be arrogant!"

The blond-haired man was cursing and swearing, and his punches and kicks were quite skillful. He didn't seem to have received systematic training, but he should be a good street fighter. His opponent took a punch to the corner of his mouth and bled.

Seeing this situation, the fat boss gritted his teeth, swung his arm, and rushed into the fray, stopping the blond-haired guy who wanted to beat the drowning dog. He shouted, "Alright, alright! Snake, are you going to let me do business or not?"

The blond-haired man was held by the fat boss. He struggled a few times, but the boss didn't beat him up indiscriminately.

At the same time, the fat boss turned to Wen Tai, who was lying on the ground, and winked at him, whispering, "Quick, let's go, the back door is open."

The guy on the ground quickly rolled over, glared at the blond-haired guy, and signaled his underlings to make a tactical retreat.

Immediately, the group of blond-haired thugs erupted in triumphant cheers, then sat back down, with a few even cleaning up the bowls, chopsticks, and chairs that had been smashed on the floor.

The blond guy waved casually at the fat boss.

"Uncle Mitsui, you always side with that kid Bunta. Fine, I'll give you face today—the broken tableware can be included in the bill, and another pitcher of beer!"

The chubby shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, went back to the counter, bought a pitcher of beer, and delivered it to the blond-haired guy's table. He sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, consider this a free pitcher. Thank you for giving me face. -- Ah She, you and Wen Tai live on the same street, you'll see each other all the time, why make things so awkward?"

The blond-haired man waved his hand dismissively.

"Hey, Uncle Mitsui, you don't understand. Go do your thing."

The portly boss sighed, shook his head, and went back to his business without saying anything more.

It all seemed like just a minor incident.

Seeing that Higashima Maki looked thoughtful, Uesugi Kiyoshi quickly finished the food in front of him and waved his hand.

"Boss, check out."

The portly boss smiled, strode over, and calculated the price.

"Cheng Hui, 1,200 yen."

"That's really cheap," Uesugi Kiyoshi readily paid, casually nodding as if in conversation.

"Boss, what's going on with those customers?"

The chubby boss was a talkative man, and he started talking with a wry smile.

"Oh, you mean Asa and Bunta? Well, they're kids who live on this street. I watched them grow up."

"We were such good friends before, but for some reason, one day we suddenly fell out. They started yelling that only one person could protect this street, and as a result, we were fighting every day."

"However, both of them are good kids. This used to be the territory of the Ikuta Group, which is said to be a big gang belonging to the Kowloon Yuan Society. They came every day to collect high protection fees. Ah She and Wen Tai led their men to drive the Ikuta Group away, and then found a backer. It seems to be a group called the Dongwen Society. They only collect a symbolic amount of protection fees from us, and they also helped us drive away those who came to cause trouble. They helped everyone a lot."

"Guest, don't be fooled by their scary appearance. They're actually all nice people. Ah She's family runs a car repair shop on the main street, and Wen Tai's family runs a general store at the end of the street. They've been neighbors for many years. They're not those annoying Yakuza."

Seeing that Azuma Maki looked thoughtful, Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't interested in talking much. He smiled subtly, paid the bill, and was then pushed by Azuma Maki to leave.

"Alright, I'm going back to the association now. You should go back too. Starting tomorrow, I'll accompany you to explore the territory of the Dongwen Association."

"See with your eyes, listen with your heart, and think with your brain."

"Right and wrong, good and evil, black and white, yin and yang, you decide for yourself."

Uesugi Kiyotsu was very earnest in his advice. Although Azuma Maki had shed some of her fledgling naiveté, she was still somewhat innocent.

Whether it's good or bad for her that this innocence has been completely washed away by the mundane world is another matter.

But nothing in this world is perfect.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's own values ​​may not be entirely correct; he is simply expressing his opinions. Whether or not they are heeded, and what path to take in the future, is ultimately up to Azuma Maki to decide.

The next day, Uesugi Kiyoshi spent some time reading at the Hyakumonkan in the morning, and in the afternoon, as promised, he and Azuma Maki inspected the Azuma-kai's territory. Time flew by, and in the evening, they went to the same izakaya and had a casual meal.

Uesugi Kiyoshi seems to really like the beef bowl here.

Then, they watched another good show.

Yesterday, Huang Mao, who had won the fight, was ambushed by Wen Tai and his men. This time, they were outnumbered and got a good beating. In the end, it was the boss who stepped in and stopped the fight.

"Ah Snake, the back door is open, hurry up and get out of here!"

"Bunta! Stop!"

The plot was similar to yesterday, except that today it was the blond guy who won yesterday who fled through the back door.

Uesugi Kiyoshi paid no attention to the farce. Instead, he stared thoughtfully at the entrance of the izakaya, glancing at the half-closed door from time to time, a pensive expression often appearing on his face.

One night passed, and on the evening of the third day, at the same izakaya.

The chubby boss had already become familiar with Uesugi Kiyoshi. When he saw him arrive, he gave him a warm smile, and even the beef in the beef bowl had a few more slices than before, which was already the treatment for a regular customer.

Today, neither Huang Mao nor Bunta's group ate or had a gathering here, so the restaurant was rather empty, with only Uesugi Kiyoshi's table of customers.

Halfway through the meal, Uesugi Kiyoshi caught a glimpse of a figure at the door, narrowed his eyes, and muttered something to himself.

"Ah, so this is it."

"Akutagawa and Yuichi's intelligence was quite accurate; it was worth waiting all these days."

Following Uesugi Kiyoshi's gaze, Azuma Maki looked towards the doorway, where she saw a row of men in buzz cuts and black suits, dressed in the standard Yakuza gangster attire.

The leader, wearing sunglasses and sporting a large tattoo on his sleeve, had a malicious smile on his face. He clearly wasn't there for a meal; he went straight for the fat boss.

"Hey, old man Mitsui, do you remember me?"

The man in sunglasses spoke loudly and arrogantly, dragging a chair over and sitting down with a row of henchmen standing behind him; he certainly acted like a big shot.

When the fat boss saw this person, his expression changed, and he jogged out with a forced smile.

"Mr. Ikuta, it's been a long time. It's a pleasure to have you here. Please order whatever you like; this meal is on me."

The man in sunglasses, known as Ikuta, gave a sinister smile, spat on the ground without any sense of public decency, cleared his throat, and spoke with a tone full of sarcasm.

"What, do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Am I some kind of homeless person begging for food here?"

"Mitsui, stop trying to fool me. From now on, this street is back under the jurisdiction of our Ikuta-gumi. The protection fee is still the same as before. Pay three months' worth first!"

"If you don't pay, you know what will happen."

The portly boss looked troubled and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ikuta, but I've already paid protection money to the Dongwen Association."

Upon hearing this, Tian, ​​the boy in sunglasses, laughed so hard he could barely stand. But as his laughter subsided, a ruthless expression quickly crept onto his face.

He suddenly stood up and slapped the fat boss across the face, knocking him back several meters. The boss had to grab the counter to avoid falling, and blood was gushing from his nose and mouth.

"What Dongwen Society? A bunch of brats who found a backer. They only beat us once, and they dare to be so arrogant? Claiming to be from the Dongwen Society?"

"Let me tell you, I came back this time to settle scores with those brats!"

"The Dongwen Association is in chaos right now, too busy taking care of its own problems to bother with small fry like you!"

"Mitsui, if you can't pay up today, I'll teach you a lesson as a warning to others, to show them what happens when they offend the Ikuta-gumi."

This is how the vast majority of Yakuza people survive.

They are unreasonable, domineering, and rely on their fists to get by. They make a living by exploiting ordinary people and have no compassion whatsoever.

This is the kind of person that Maki Azuma hates the most.

The girl stood up, wanting to do something, but was held down by Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi had a sharp eye. As soon as the Yakuza entered, he noticed several familiar-looking thugs peeking around the door. One of them took off running to deliver a message.

"Maki, calm down, someone will take care of this."

"The fish finally took the bait, don't scare it away."

Maki Higashiwagi was somewhat confused, but deep down she unconditionally trusted Kiyoshi Uesugi.

So she slowly sat down.

A short while later, the door of the izakaya was violently pushed open with a bang.

A large group of delinquents surged in, led by the blond-haired guy and Bunta whom Uesugi Kiyoshi had met before.

The guy in sunglasses, Tian, ​​was clearly prepared. He wasn't outnumbered, and some of the yakuza had bulging waists, possibly carrying weapons.

He saw the group of delinquents rush in, a triumphant smile on his face, the expression of someone about to exact revenge.

The fat boss, clutching his swollen face, shouted in pain, "Hey, Snake, Bunta, hurry! Go call the police!"

No one paid any attention to what he said.

Both Wen Tai and Huang Mao had injuries on their faces, inflicted by each other, yet now they stood on the same side.

Wen Tai chuckled sinisterly and said angrily, "Why are you leaving? Are you going to stay here and get beaten up? Go and close the gate!"

At his command, several of his underlings obediently closed the door of the izakaya.

Not to be outdone, the blond-haired man stepped forward, his smile showing no sign of weakness as he faced the numerous men in black suits.

"So, your defeated foes are back, and they even dare to lay a hand on someone?"