Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

He screamed, tears streaming down his face from the pain. He didn't dare turn around, bent down to pick up his severed hand, and ran away in a very disheveled state.

Uesugi Kiyoshi clapped his hands and turned to look at Higashimaki Maki with great interest.

"Ha, I thought you would stop me, after all, according to your previous ideas, this person did not deserve to be punished like this."

Maki Azuma pursed her lips and gave a subtle smile.

“Sir, he is the enemy, and the people here are friends. I am not so stupid as to not be able to tell the difference.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded slightly in satisfaction and instructed, "Then you take care of the cleanup here. I have something to attend to, so I'll head back first."

“Over the past few days, we’ve circled around Dongwen Society’s territory. You should know what to do next.”

"Go for it, Maki."

"Don't worry about anything going wrong, I'll cover for you. After all, Dongwen and I are now inseparable."

For some unknown reason, Maki Azuma blushed and then nodded firmly.

Without another word, Uesugi Kiyoshi, under the admiring and fearful gazes of the delinquents, maneuvered his wheelchair and, accompanied by Ueno Mitsuishi, drove away.

Half an hour later, in a secluded alley in Arakawa Ward.

Ueno Mitsuishi was holding an umbrella, while Uesugi Kiyoshi was dozing off under it.

The roar of the engine grew louder as it approached, and a dozen seconds later, the car stopped at the alley entrance, where a tall, slender figure strolled into the alley.

Uesugi Kiyoshi seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.

"Hey, Liu, you're here pretty fast."

The one who arrived was Liu Longren, the young master of Kowloon.

Liu Longren shrugged and said succinctly, "You must have something to say to me. Don't be shy, just say it."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded slightly and got straight to the point.

"I have something to tell you, but it's not safe to talk about it over the phone."

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"I'm going to chop down Yuan Longhai tonight. Get ready to take over the Yuan Society's legacy and don't let anyone else reap the rewards."

Liu Longren raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing surprise.

"you?"

"Aren't you injured?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled broadly, easily stood up from his wheelchair, and stretched comfortably.

"Although it still hurts a little after exercising for a while, it's fine now."

“The Tokyo Yakuza all know I’m injured, and Yuan Longhai was off guard. Tonight I caught him red-handed and have declared war on him on behalf of the Dongwen Society.”

"There's no time to lose; the longer you wait, the more things might go wrong."

"I'm letting you know so you can be prepared."

Liu Longren nodded silently and said, "Okay, I'll go with you. How many people do you need?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head repeatedly and did not agree.

"Are you kidding me? What would I do if you went?"

"Didn't you say that the Kowloon Group cannot tolerate infighting among its members? Don't let someone use that as an excuse to bring you down."

"You should make a high-profile appearance tonight and show up in public as proof of your alibi. I'll take care of that."

"Don't worry, I've investigated. There are no superhumans in the Source Society. I don't need your manpower. I can sneak in and kill him without much trouble."

Liu Longren frowned, and said with some unease, "I know your strength, of course, but after killing so many mortals, aren't you afraid of falling into oblivion?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled mysteriously.

"Ha, I'm not all alone anymore."

"There's no need to do everything yourself."

Seeing that Uesugi Kiyoshi was full of confidence, Liu Longren had no reason to object, as this was originally their agreement.

"Thank you very much, I'll head back now."

Uesugi Seiichi waved goodbye.

"What are you thanking me for? You blocked the people from the Christian church for me, and I didn't even thank you."

"This was agreed upon. I don't have many good qualities, but keeping my word is one of them!"

Night had fallen, the heavy rain had not stopped, and the moon was nowhere to be seen.

A dark, windy, and rainy night—the perfect night for a murder.

Uesugi Kiyoshi somehow got hold of a fox-face mask used in festivals and put it on, which perfectly complemented his fox-like eyes.

He strolled leisurely, as if taking a walk, to the gate of a detached courtyard. He looked up at the sign on the gate, clicked his tongue, and unconsciously touched the ghost face tattoo on his right forearm with his left hand.

Several men in black guarding the gate were about to drive away Uesugi Kiyoshi when they were suddenly attacked from behind by men in blue who appeared out of nowhere. They were then cleanly and swiftly beheaded and passed out.

These were the people Uesugi Kiyoshi borrowed from Li Fuyao. He originally wanted to use some people from the Collectors Association, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke's men were not very skilled in assassination and made too much noise, so they were not suitable for tonight's work. On the contrary, the Qingyi members of the Tai Sui Gang, under Ye San's tutelage, were all-rounders and could be of great use.

Sure enough, the gatekeeper of the Yuanhui headquarters, who was considered an elite member of the gang, was eliminated without a sound.

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped through the door without hesitation.

Deep within the Genkai headquarters, Ikuta, his face ashen, knelt before Genryukai, clutching a bandaged wound on his arm that had already undergone basic treatment.

Yuan Longhai's already gloomy face became even uglier.

"Declared war? Did he really say that?"

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"How dare he, a cripple in a wheelchair, spout such nonsense? And why does the fragmented Dongwen Society dare to challenge Kowloon?!"

"Hmph, if Dongwen clashes head-on with the Kowloon Group now, Dongwen will definitely lose!"

"Go down first! Go get your injuries treated and see if you can be brought back."

Yuan Longhai didn't take his anger out on his subordinates. Ikuta felt like he had been granted a pardon and slunk away.

Yuan Longhai sat on a futon in the Japanese-style room, his brows furrowed as he pondered a solution, gritting his teeth and muttering Uesugi Kiyoshi's name.

He didn't want to, and dared not, completely break with the Dongwen Association; one Yuan Association couldn't represent the Kowloon Group.

When he was reading it for the third time, his voice stopped abruptly as the sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts.

Without looking up, he said somewhat angrily, "Didn't I tell you to go get treatment for your injuries? Why did you come back?"

He subconsciously assumed that Ikuta had returned, and his attitude became somewhat hostile.

Yuan Longhai was a capricious person by nature.

It wasn't until the gleaming light of the blade forced him to squint that he realized something was wrong.

Suddenly looking up, I saw the smiling face of a young man wearing a fox-face mask.

He couldn't see the face behind the mask clearly, but he could tell from the clothes, the demeanor, and the sword in the hand.

A person's name was blurted out without thinking.

"Uesugi Kiyoshi! What are you doing here?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he had asked a stupid question. An ominous premonition arose, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"What do you want to do!"

He himself felt that his words were somewhat blustering but inwardly cowardly.

Uesugi Kiyoshi grinned and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"President Yuan is joking. Of course I'm here for revenge."

"You tried to feed me bullets and burned down my house. You don't think I've forgotten about it so quickly, do you?"

"I'm a petty and vengeful person!"

He brandished his sword, his smile growing increasingly malevolent.

“I have said it before, Chairman Yuan.”

"Tokyo is in a lot of chaos lately; the streets are dark and difficult to navigate at night."

"You're really unlucky today! You've encountered a ghost, you're going to die!"

Yuan Longhai's face twitched, and without hesitation, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired three shots.

Uesugi Kiyoshi slightly moved the Onikiri in his hand, and three bright blades of light were unleashed.

With his physical abilities and reaction speed, it wouldn't be difficult for him to stop bullets from an ordinary handgun.

The smell of gunpowder seemed to be a harbinger of swords being drawn.

Immediately, he stepped forward and with a nimble kasaya slash, severed Yuan Longhai's spear-wielding arm at the root.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's clothes were stained with blood, but he didn't care at all.

Bending down to pick up Yuan Longhai's pistol, Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head and said to Yuan Longhai in a very serious tone, "President Yuan, I'm a reasonable person. I treat others the way they treat me."

"You had someone shoot me and burn down my house."

"I'll shoot you back, and then I'll burn down your lair too."

"We're even now, all grudges are settled, and we've been honest with each other, young and old."

What do you think?

Before the somewhat panicked Yuan Longhai could speak, Uesugi Kiyoshi bent down, pressed the pistol against Yuan Longhai's mouth, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced through the back of his head, spilling red and white blood all over the ground, and a foul smell spread.

Then, the smell of gasoline masked the smell of blood.

Uesugi Kiyoshi tossed aside his pistol, put away his Onikiri, shook his hand, and strolled out of the house.

Outside the door, dozens of ghostly figures in blue robes stood solemnly, many of them holding oil drums and pouring gasoline onto the surrounding buildings.

With a somewhat listless sigh, Uesugi Kiyoshi gave a soft instruction.