Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"What collectibles association? I've never heard of it."

"Listen up, this is my territory. I'm in charge of things here. You're the ones who should get lost!"

"If you want to get involved in things here, your father would be more capable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uesugi Kiyoshi's somewhat gloomy voice rang out.

"Have you said enough?"

"I hate it when someone points a gun at me."

"besides."

He lightly tapped the hilt of his sword, a glint of cold light flashing within.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

Chapter 171 Factional Strife

There's a saying in China: "Wherever there are people, there is a world of its own."

Similarly, in Japan, "partisan strife" is ubiquitous.

The people of this country are really strange. They fantasize and yearn for extreme individual heroism, and comics and novels featuring this protagonist are all the rage. But in reality, they stick together for warmth and believe that the power of the collective is greater than that of the individual.

In every industry, there are many "small groups" that exist, and if you don't integrate into them, you will be squeezed out.

The same applies to the police force.

From Kudo Yuichi's grandfather's generation, countless resources and countless bloody battles were spent to finally get Kudo Yuichi's father into the position of Superintendent General of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

This position isn't easy to get.

Those below them smile and fawn to your face, but behind your backs they're sharpening their knives.

Power, money, and women—these three things are enough to make most men lose their minds.

In Japan, the vast majority of those in high positions are men.

Therefore, Kudo Yuichi has many enemies, and they are not limited to "demons and gods".

Just by observing their expressions, Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly tell that the two seemed to have a deep-seated grudge.

The Shinkage school has a rather unfair habit, which Uesugi Kiyogaku fully embodies.

Most of the time, he is reasonable.

However, at times, he tends to side with his relatives rather than with what is right.

He is not a saint.

His thumb pried open half of the sword hilt at his waist, and the blade's sharpness flashed and disappeared.

He didn't care at all about the gun barrel on his head.

At this distance, if he wanted, he could make that hand no longer belong to him before the slightly chubby young man across from him could pull the trigger.

Even if he were to actually get shot in the head, he wouldn't be in any danger; at most, it would just cost him a ghost fire.

An extraordinary body is ultimately harmed by ordinary weapons—in the end, it's still a matter of insufficient firepower.

He glanced at Kudo Yuichi out of the corner of his eye. As long as his friend gave him a signal, the standard katana of the Collectors Association at his waist would first dislocate the arm of the man in front of him.

What he didn't realize was that, at some point, "harming others" was no longer a decision that Uesugi Kiyoshi needed to "consider" before making.

Even if he realizes it, he might not care.

Kudo Yuichi also glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi. The two were close friends, and Kudo Yuichi knew Uesugi Kiyoshi very well.

This looked like he was about to draw his sword and chop someone down. Kudo Yuichi clicked his tongue, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Ah, Qing, calm down. Don't resort to violence all the time."

"I'll handle this."

After saying that, Kudo Yuichi grinned, reached out and grabbed Yamamoto Ryosuke's gun barrel, slowly pried it open, and moved it to his own forehead.

At the same time, his smile became increasingly unrestrained and contemptuous.

Kudo Yuichi licked his lips, pressed the pistol hard against his forehead, and his voice sounded muffled for some reason.

"Inspector Yamamoto, what an imposing air of authority!"

There was no fear in his eyes, as if it were not a gun, but a useless stick for burning.

"Don't yell at my brother, come at me."

"Anyway, it's not the first or second time. I'll give you a chance today. Shoot me dead, and that will be the end of it. Your path to success will definitely be much smoother from now on."

Behind Kudo Yuichi is the special task force of the Collectors Association, and behind Yamamoto Ryosuke are his subordinate police officers.

If Yamamoto Ryosuke dared to fire a shot in public and kill the son of the Metropolitan Police Department's Superintendent General, the matter would completely transcend the level of "murder".

The Yamamoto family has a distinguished background, but the Kudo family is no pushover either.

That would result in a bloody mess.

Ryosuke Yamamoto didn't have the guts. Although he held a high position at a young age, his abilities were not particularly outstanding. He just had a good father and a superior family background. The Yamamoto family also had some influence in the police force. With their abundant resources, they could push even a pig to a high position.

A few beads of cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

He hadn't expected Yuichi Kudo to be so aggressive.

"Kudo, you bastard, don't try that on me!"

"You're arresting people in my jurisdiction, and you're acting so self-righteous. What are you trying to do? Do you have any sense of reason? Do you have no sense of rules?!"

Kudo Yuichi was amused by what he said.

He sighed, his gaze towards Yamamoto Ryosuke filled with pity.

"Your old father supported a good-for-nothing like you to get a police inspector position. He must have been pretty desperate, right?"

"You're pointing a gun at me, and you expect me to reason with you and follow the rules?"

"A piece of trash like you, without your father protecting you, your body would probably have been sunk in Tokyo Bay long ago, wouldn't it?"

What is reason?

That makes sense!

Kudo Yuichi patted the black pistol, his smile turning somewhat eerie.

"Think about it, what would happen to you if you killed me here today?"

Ryosuke Yamamoto's hand trembled slightly as he held the gun.

To shoot and kill the only son of the Metropolitan Police Department's Superintendent General in public is tantamount to declaring war on Kudo's faction.

He absolutely could not bear the consequences. He might be handed over as a scapegoat. He knew his father best; that man would never break ties with the Kudo family for his sake.

At that moment, Kudo Yuichi smiled wickedly and reached out to help Yamamoto Ryosuke pull the trigger of his pistol.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's brows furrowed, and his sword was almost drawn. But before he could swing it, he was shocked to find that Yamamoto Ryosuke, as if holding a red-hot iron, screamed and threw his pistol aside, took a step back, and stared at Kudo Yuichi with a mixture of shock and anger. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he was quite frightened.

Kudo Yuichi burst into laughter, so much so that he couldn't straighten up.

He laughed and sighed at the same time, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"With your guts, what kind of policeman are you? Even male prostitutes in brothels are bolder than you."

"Inspector Yamamoto? Where did your official airs go? You're just a showy but cowardly pretty boy?"

"With your level of courage, I don't think you're qualified for the position of superintendent. I'll report this to my superiors."

Yamamoto Ryosuke's expression changed several times, turning red and then green. Finally, he gritted his teeth in resentment, knowing that he had lost face and could not get it back today. He had already begun to consider retreating.

This Arakawa sect does indeed have dealings with him, which is commonplace in Japan. These kinds of religious organizations operating in the gray area need a powerful backer, but they are unlikely to survive.

At that time, the woman in the suit somehow found Yamamoto Ryosuke and promised him a considerable sum of money, which actually tempted him.

Who would complain about having too much money?

After the woman in the suit used her beauty to entangle him for several days, he already regarded the Arakawa Cult as a force under his command.

Ryosuke Yamamoto has many flaws, the biggest of which is that he is somewhat lecherous.

There are also many religious organizations seeking his father's protection. If he can do it, why can't I?

With money coming in and beautiful women being offered to him, this sect even promised that any attractive believers they recruited in the future would serve him. What an incredibly generous offer!

That's what Ryosuke Yamamoto thought.

But what he didn't expect was that such a small sect would run into the formidable Kudo family.

Chapter 172 Threat

"Walk"

Ignoring the pleading look in the woman's eyes, Yamamoto Ryosuke didn't even bother to pick up the gun that had fallen to the ground. He turned and walked away as if his life depended on it.

Ryosuke Yamamoto was still wary of the relentless young master Kudo. Although he was just a high school student, the power behind him was not to be underestimated, and the Kudo family and the Yamamoto family had always been political rivals.

He hadn't taken more than a few steps when he heard Kudo Yuichi call out calmly.

"stop."

Ryosuke Yamamoto tried his best to hide his panicked expression, turned his head and glared at Yuichi Kudo, squeezing out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Kudo, what else do you want?"

Kudo Yuichi didn't take his anger to heart at all.

"You think you can just leave already?"

"Heh, weren't you pretty arrogant when you pointed a gun at Qing just now?"

Don't you think you should apologize?

Ryosuke Yamamoto gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat ferocious.

"Kudo, don't go too far!"

Why should I apologize to a brat?