Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

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"Uncle Mitsui! Don't bother opening your back door tonight!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blond-haired young man darted out like an arrow and kicked the man in sunglasses in the stomach without mercy, sending him flying a long way before crashing into a group of tables and chairs.

The Yakuza were caught off guard.

He treated those black suits as if they were nothing, showing no fear whatsoever.

When Ikuta struggled to his feet, his face was contorted in rage, and his head was bleeding profusely.

Then, a chaotic battle broke out.

A hot-blooded delinquent and a scheming Yakuza got into a fight in the izakaya, causing chaos and disorder.

Meeting Azuma Maki's questioning gaze, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly.

"They are the Ikuta Group, affiliated with the Genkai."

"Yuan Longhai's subordinates."

“I have a grudge against Yuan Hui, and I also promised Liu Longren that I would help him get rid of Yuan Longhai and Shanxin Jilong.”

"A declaration of war requires a pretext."

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned his gaze to the man in sunglasses who was roaring angrily.

“Dongwen Society has undergone changes, and there must be some ambitious people who want to test the waters and see if there is any profit to be made.”

"Furthermore, news of my injury spread, and many people saw me in a wheelchair every day."

"Some people will be unable to restrain themselves."

"Yuichi gave me some information, saying that Genryukai has some designs on several streets of the Dongwen Association in Arakawa Ward and has been making moves recently."

"That's a fool whose brain is only filled with money."

“If they want to make a move, they will definitely choose the weakest area to test the waters and see how the Dongwen Society reacts.”

"If you kick a hornet's nest, back down; if you bully an easy target, expand your gains—the traditional survival rule of gangsters."

"Here it is."

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned his wheelchair to face the chaotic battlefield, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

"Maki, a fish has taken the bait."

P.S. There's more after midnight. I'm going to stay up all night to finish this volume.

Chapter 154 Settling Grudges

The battle was somewhat intense. These thugs were quite skilled, and the Yakuza weren't all cannon fodder. The two groups were fighting back and forth.

However, if the fighting continues, this shop will likely suffer.

Uesugi Kiyoshi tapped the armrest of his wheelchair and said leisurely, "It's about time. After all, those delinquents are also using the name of the Dongwen Association. It's not good for people to know that the eldest daughter of the Dongwen family is watching her own family being bullied."

"The door is closed, so the fish can't escape."

"Maki, you go."

He casually remarked that Maki Higashiwagi had long been restless.

The young lady of Dongwen is completely different now than before. She has inherited the spirit of the Innovator, and Dongwen Maki has also inherited the Hokushin Itto-ryu swordsmanship that Sakamoto Ryoma is best at.

She always carried the reverse blade with her on the ship.

The girl, dressed in cherry blossom green, fluttered her sleeves like a graceful butterfly. With a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, she dodged the indiscriminate attacks of the Yakuza with each step, casually swatting away a group of them.

There were fewer than twenty Yakuza people inside the house.

The combat power of superhumans is far inferior to that of ordinary people; this is simply bullying.

Ikuta, who was fighting fiercely with the blond-haired guy, was the next one to be bullied.

Maki Azuma went there specifically for him.

With a flick of his sleeve, a lightning-fast strike from the ship slashed straight down, hitting Ikuta in the back. He cried out in pain and half-knelt on the ground.

His neck was put on a sling in the boat.

Feeling the chill on his neck, Ikuta looked up in alarm and met Maki Higashi's calm eyes.

Immediately, Uesugi Kiyoshi leisurely moved his wheelchair over.

He bent down, ignoring the astonished or angry looks in the eyes of those around him, and simply spoke calmly.

"Ikuta-san, right?"

"Do you know who I am?"

Ikuta's eyes told Uesugi Kiyoshi the answer: he clearly did not recognize Uesugi Kiyoshi.

That's true. After the battle of Dongwen, Uesugi Kiyoshi's name was well-known in the yakuza, but he wasn't someone that every leader of a small, insignificant organization would recognize.

So he changed his question and pointed to Maki Azuma.

"Do you recognize her?"

Ikuta's eyes were also somewhat blank, but he noticed the Tobun family crest on the cherry blossom-colored furisode.

A look of shock involuntarily appeared on his face, and words of surprise slipped out.

“Dongwen family crest. You are members of the Dongwen Association.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi's effortless demeanor caused the surrounding delinquents and men in black suits to instinctively take a step back.

His tone was light and airy, but his eyes were somewhat profound.

"Ah, let me introduce myself. This is Maki Azuma, and my name is Kiyoshi Uesugi."

"The Dongwen family's innovators and sword demons!!"

These words made Uesugi Kiyoshi frown.

"Sword Demon!"

"What a boring and cringeworthy nickname."

He sighed, suddenly losing interest in chatting.

"I ask, you answer."

"Did Yuan Longhai send you here to cause trouble?"

Ikuta knew he had stumbled upon a tough nut that could kill him, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

People at his level are unaware of what's happening in the realm of the extraordinary.

However, the legend of the young swordsman of the Dongwen Society leading his men to storm the Dongwen Society headquarters, purging the rebels, and personally killing Dongwen Yu has already spread throughout the extreme world.

The person right in front of you!

Uesugi Kiyoshi gestured with his lip and gave Azuma Maki a wink.

Then, the bladed side of the ship pierced Ikuta's skin, and blood gushed out instantly.

The chill from the flowing blood sent shivers down Ikuta's spine—people are always afraid of death.

He gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Yes, Lord Gen sent us to reclaim the streets that the Dongwen Society took away!"

"We...we were just following orders!"

That's exactly what Uesugi Kiyoshi wanted to hear.

He waved his hand, signaling to lower Maki Higashimaki into the boat.

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded with a pleasant expression, appearing to be in a good mood.

"Okay, you're quite agreeable, so I won't make things difficult for you."

Uesugi Kiyoshi surveyed the crowd with a sharp, penetrating gaze, causing the Yakuza who met his eyes to lower their heads.

“I’ll spare the lives of you rotten fish and shrimp.”

"Go back and give a message to Yuan Longhai."

"The three major yakuza families in Tokyo want to keep to themselves, avoid interference, and make money peacefully."

"Since the Yuanhui gang has made the first move against the Dongwen gang, then don't blame me for being impolite."

“Listen up, from today onwards, the Dongwen Society and the Yuan Society are officially declaring war—I will definitely cut off his head and send him to meet his short-lived brother.”

"Do you understand?"

How could Ikuta dare to utter a single word of dissent?

The situation was beyond her control. This young lady from the Dongwen family was as strong as a ghost. The real sword demon hadn't even made a move yet, and she and her men were no match for her.

Big shots should handle their own affairs; for a nobody like him, running errands and relaying messages is the best he can do.

Nodding hastily, Ikuta was waved away by Uesugi Kiyoshi as if shooing away flies. He stood up and ran off with his men.

After they left the izakaya, Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at the fat owner's swollen face and suddenly realized what was happening. He asked Higashifumi Maki, "Ah, I forgot about him hitting someone."

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"Going back to report shouldn't require your arms, right?"

"Which hand did he use to hit this boss?"

Without changing her expression, Maki Azuma replied, "Right hand."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded knowingly and raised his voice.

"Did you hear that? Shen Cheng, I want him to leave his right hand."

Before he could finish speaking, Kamisumi, who was standing guard outside the izakaya with his hands behind his back and standing with Ueno Mitsuishi, suddenly changed his expression, and a fierce aura emanated from him.

Muramasa, the magic weapon at his waist, was drawn in an instant and returned moments later.

After running dozens of meters, Ikuta suddenly stopped. A red line split open on his arm, and his right arm was neatly severed.