Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Will they still be mean to me there?

"No, no, I won't do it again!"

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"So you're admitting you just yelled at me?"

When Li Fuyao noticed the commotion outside and pushed the door open, she saw her father raising his hand to swear an oath, his face filled with tears, as he made a series of unequal treaties.

She smiled helplessly, kindly helping her poor father out of his predicament.

"Mother, don't get caught in the rain outside. It's too cold and bad for your health. Come inside and talk."

Phoenix Courtyard Ningning gave her daughter face, glared at Li Taisui, and let him go for the time being.

Li Taisui breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his daughter with gratitude, but when he saw the same mischievous and clever look on Li Fuyao's face as her mother's, he suddenly paused.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sorry for Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Chapter 166 Such a fast knife

Uesugi Kiyoshi got into the car, met Ueno Mitsuishi's somewhat ambiguous gaze, coughed lightly to cover his slightly embarrassed expression, and said calmly, "Let's go, Ueno-senpai, it's time to get to work."

Ueno Mitsuishi turned his head, started the car, and instead of asking about gossip, said seriously, "Okay, Uesugi-kun, where shall we go first?"

After thinking for a moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi muttered to himself, "Arresting murderers isn't my forte. I'll ask Yuichi for help; he should be interested in this."

"As for the traces of the large fish in the Arakawa River, even the experts in the association couldn't figure it out, so it probably wouldn't be of any use for me to go there."

"Let's go check out that Arakawa Cult first."

"The Lord of Arakawa... Interesting, that name does sound familiar."

Ueno Mitsuishi nodded knowingly, stepped on the gas, and the black sedan slowly drove away.

The Collectors Association is, after all, an organization of superhumans, with considerable financial backing. Their field agents are quite capable, and with the assistance of the Kudo family's armed detectives, there's very little information in Tokyo that can be kept from them.

The so-called Arakawa Cult, while not completely exposed, had its main activity locations marked out long ago.

The reason no one has taken action yet is simply because they don't want to alert the enemy.

They were all within the Arakawa Ward, and soon they arrived at their destination.

This is the entrance to an old office building. It's raining heavily, the weather is gloomy, and only the second floor of the building is lit up, making it seem somewhat eerie and desolate.

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi was about to get out of the car, he saw several men in black suits rushing out of the office building. They didn't even have time to open their umbrellas, and they were cursing as they ran towards a nearby alley.

"Hmm, the mafia?"

"Are they here to cause trouble, or have they colluded together? Hmm, Arakawa used to be the territory of the Genkai, but it should have been taken over by the Liukai later. Ueno-senpai, call the person in charge in Kowloon and ask what's going on."

No sooner had Uesugi Kiyoshi finished speaking than Ueno Mitsuishi dialed the number.

He's not in a hurry now; he's upstairs and can't run away.

In the hidden alleys all around, men in black, wearing raincoats and with wary eyes, would occasionally flash by. These were agents from the Collectors Association monitoring the area. The two squads of reinforcements that Ueno Mitsuishi had requested would also be arriving soon. This was to suppress those cult members who might be brainwashed.

This senior Ueno is truly an experienced and thoughtful person. He had already prepared everything in advance without Uesugi Kiyoshi having to tell him anything.

Not long after, Ueno Mitsuishi hung up the phone.

“Uesugi-kun, they said they didn’t know anything about this. They can’t be bothered with such a small sect. The Kowloon Group has been in turmoil recently. The chairman of the Liu Association and the young master of Kowloon are preparing for their succession. They rarely do such unnecessary things.”

"However, judging from their expressions, I don't think these Yakuza are part of this sect."

Uesugi Kiyoya wholeheartedly agreed.

Just as he casually picked up the knife lying flat on the back seat, intending to get out and investigate, he saw a man in a suit flash past the entrance of the office building, his figure accelerating like a ghost, following the Yakuza.

Perhaps the man in the suit didn't notice Uesugi Kiyoshi sitting in the car. He didn't conceal his speed at all, so Uesugi Kiyoshi could easily conclude that he wasn't an ordinary person.

That speed is almost comparable to a 100-meter sprinter. It might not seem like much to superhumans, but it's extremely rare by ordinary standards.

"Have the agents keep an eye on this place, Ueno-senpai. Let's go take a look. Interesting, the fish are leaping out of the water on their own before we've even cast the line."

The two men moved with great efficiency, each picking up a Japanese sword and quickly closing in behind the figure.

Those Yakuza were gang members hired by Shingo Narumi to cause trouble.

About ten minutes ago, these Yakuza men stormed into the office building.

These gang members didn't even consider a folk religious sect a threat. Among the four groups dividing up Japanese social resources, the so-called religious sect was actually the weakest party.

Conglomerates control the country's economic lifeline, political groups manipulate public opinion and maintain the normal operation of the state apparatus, while gangs and triads operate in the shadows, creating nighttime empires in the gray industry and possessing a certain level of military force.

Only religious sects primarily rely on deceiving and keeping the people ignorant. Although they may not be inferior in terms of accumulating wealth, they can only depend on these three powerful forces and live a subservient life.

Therefore, even these unpopular Yakuza are one level above these sects in the hierarchy of contempt.

They're just a bunch of unscrupulous swindlers.

So, these five or six Yakuza stormed in and stormed straight to the second floor of the office building.

The man in a suit and the woman in a suit, who had met Narumi Shingo once before, were now giving a passionate "lecture" in a large room decorated like a classroom.

It's nothing more than the same old excuse.

Saving the Arakawa River, protecting the environment, worshipping the Lord of Arakawa, and blessing believers with good weather and wish fulfillment—most educated and normal people wouldn't take these old tricks to heart.

However, as the old-fashioned words were mixed with strange tones, the believers who were "listening to the lecture" gradually became dazed.

Like a lullaby, gentle and hypnotic, it slowly seeps into one's mind, nourishing silently.

The sparkle in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by confusion, though they seemed to be listening with great interest.

They didn't look like people; those present seemed more like puppets.

All of this came to an abrupt end when those few members of the extreme sect broke down the door.

After a few shouts, the leader of the Yakuza, without saying a word, went up and punched the man in the suit to the ground. To everyone's astonishment, he stepped on the man's chest, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

When it comes to causing trouble, they're professionals.

Narumi Shingo's mission was to humiliate the Arakawa sect as much as possible and prevent them from proselytizing.

Therefore, these Yakuza chose the simplest and most brutal method: to beat up the members of this sect in front of their followers.

This was enough to make them lose face.

Indeed, witnessing this violent scene, almost all the believers were jolted awake. Some got up and fled in terror, some took out their phones, seemingly to call the police, some stood by and watched the spectacle, and some were filled with righteous indignation, but due to the intimidating power of the cult members, they dared not go forward to uphold justice.

The man in the suit was brutally beaten, but he remained tough, uttering no sound and protecting his vital organs like a punching bag, without resisting.

The woman in the suit seized the opportunity, made a phone call, and loudly protested, blocking the man in the suit and forcefully shoving the Yakuza.

It was obvious that she was no match for these burly men.

These Yakuza were originally a group under the Yuan Society, but were recently recruited by Liu Longren. They weren't exactly good people; they were originally there to "do bad things." Seeing that the woman in the suit was quite attractive, they couldn't help but flirt with her a few times. However, they had a leader above them who kept them in check, so they didn't dare to do anything too outrageous and didn't escalate the situation to the point of being explicit.

Upon seeing this, the man in the suit was filled with rage. He glared at the Yakuza with a ferocious expression, his fists clenched. He was bewildered by this unexpected disaster and showed signs of exploding.

However, he was stopped by a sharp look from the woman in the suit.

He understood the meaning behind that look.

This happened in the city center, in public. If this escalates, it will be difficult to handle.

We mustn't attract their attention!

Not long after, the lookout ran in and called out to the leader, apparently having heard the police sirens. The thugs then turned and fled with practiced ease, not wanting to get into a formal conflict with the police.

That's why Uesugi Kiyoshi saw this scene.

No sooner had the Yakuza left than the man in the suit jumped up. His face covered in blood, he exchanged a glance with the woman in the suit, then ran after her, leaving the woman alone to calm everyone down.

It seems he wants revenge.

The woman in the suit tacitly approved of his behavior.

When Uesugi Kiyoshi followed the group into a small alley, he didn't know what had happened, but he saw a dazzling flash of light, which amazed everyone.

"What a quick knife!"

He blurted it out unconsciously.

Chapter 167 Murloc

Let's rewind time by a minute.

A group of Yakuza hurried into the alley.

This place is near the office building. Narumi Shingo has some connections with these gang members and doesn't intend to send them to their deaths. If the Arakawa Cult really has problems, it will be convenient for him to step in and save them.

However, the fact that they are back means that things went smoothly.

Although the Yakuza leader was soaked in the rain, he seemed to be in a good mood. After all, for most humans, oppressing the weak can bring them some pleasure.

He recounted the situation to Shingo Narumi in a simple and truthful manner, without exaggeration, but also without humility.

This means they've done a good job. They respect Narumi Shingo. If the instructor is in a good mood and teaches them a few secret techniques, they'll have more resources to survive in future Yakuza battles. This is of utmost importance.

Narumi Shingo listened to the leader's report with an unchanged expression, then quietly frowned.

Clearly, although things went smoothly, this was not the outcome he wanted.

Just as he was thinking of getting rid of these Yakuza and coming up with another idea, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps.

Narumi Shingo's expression changed, but a smile appeared on his face. He sensed something was wrong with the footsteps; the frequency was frighteningly fast.

"go!"

This was addressed to the Yakuza.

Although they didn't know why Narumi Shingo suddenly said that, they were still willing to listen to what the teacher training college had to say.

Just as these Yakuza were leisurely taking their leave and walking to the end of the alley, Narumi Shingo's vision went black as a blurry figure blocked his way at the alley entrance.

The unremarkable scabbard slowly revealed its true form in the sword pouch. Narumi Shingo pressed his thumb against the tsuba, and a wisp of golden cold light gradually bloomed with an unusual brilliance, almost as if it were about to break free from its sheath.

The man in the suit, whose face was distorted beyond recognition, made eerie hoarse noises as he stared intently at the back of the Yakuza in the distance. However, he soon shifted his gaze to Narumi Shingo.

"It's you."

"blasphemer!"