Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

As an arrogant and domineering playboy, even if he has toned down his behavior in recent years, he has still offended many people in the past. When he falls on hard times, there will definitely be many people who will kick him while he's down, and he will have a hard time keeping his life.

The number of gangsters he has extorted and blackmailed is too many to count on one hand. Without his official position as a protective umbrella, what is he anyway?

He understands this principle better than anyone else.

His father was a cold and ruthless old fox, and he didn't learn any of his good qualities; his insidious and vicious nature was inherited from him.

He took out his phone, hesitated for only a moment, and then pressed the dial button for a number.

After a long busy signal, the call was quietly connected.

The voice on the other end was a somewhat tired, deep male voice.

"Young Master Yamamoto, what a rare guest! What, are you here to mock us?"

Ryosuke Yamamoto snorted and gritted his teeth, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, Hiroki Minamoto, kill someone for me!"

The voice on the other end paused, seemingly surprised, and after a brief silence, he sighed.

"Don't joke around, Young Master Yamamoto. The Yuan Society has already disbanded. The chairman was killed by that sword demon from the Dongwen Society, and the business was completely plundered by the fledgling Liu Society. In the entire Yuan Society, only I and a bunch of brothers are barely surviving. We can't even take care of ourselves. How could we have the leisure to help you kill someone?"

The identities of those on the other side were obvious; they were all remnants of the Kowloon Society and the Yuan Society, who had been destroyed by Uesugi Kiyoshi and Liu Longren.

"Stop pretending with me. Even if you're not the best, you're still descendants of a branch family of the Minamoto clan. What, are you just going to let it go like this?"

"Is the clan leader of your branch Yuan Longhai?"

"Both the clan chief and his brother died at the hands of the Collectors' Association, and you're just going to swallow this insult?"

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"You can tolerate this? Can your young master tolerate this?"

The ruthless look on Yamamoto Ryosuke's face had vanished, replaced by a chilling smile.

He had just said he didn't know anything about collectors' associations, but now he talks about them as if they were his own.

It would be a lie to say that a powerful family that can rival the Kudo family doesn't know about the extraordinary. Yamamoto Ryosuke just didn't want Kudo Yuichi to outdo him, but the result was that he got a beating.

This problem can't be solved with a beating.

Using someone else to do the dirty work is a good idea. If he can kill Kudo Yuichi, all the better. If he can't, it's none of his business. He can just play the submissive role for now and get rid of that annoying brat one day.

That's what he thought.

In Japan, there are far too many of these "assassination" tricks, especially in industries related to the Yakuza. The leaders of those small organizations are basically replaced one after another, and countless people die from assassination. Such things also happen frequently in the business world.

Yuan Hui made his fortune in this line of work, which shows how lucrative it was.

Ironically, such assassinations have become less common in political circles.

Because it's useless.

The leaders of a certain political party are often just elected spokespeople, and the patriarch of a certain family will also have many successors eyeing him covetously.

In the political arena, the identity of a "leader" is not particularly important; what matters is whether the power a "leader" can gather is astonishing.

If the plan to deal with Kudo Yuichi succeeds, the hidden danger will be eliminated, the family will be rid of a political enemy and a promising heir, and his dark history will mostly disappear with Kudo Yuichi's death.

Even if it were to be made public, it wouldn't matter. The only heir is dead, and the Kudo family would likely suffer a severe blow, while the Yamamoto family would rise in status. Such a trivial matter can be suppressed.

Although Yamamoto Ryosuke was a playboy, he wasn't a complete idiot; he was quite shrewd in his calculations.

But he overlooked one thing.

If collectors in the Collectors' Association are so easy to kill...

How did Kudo Yuichi manage to survive until now?

Chapter 177 Will-o'-the-Wisp as a Key

"I can provide you with lodging and food, and I guarantee that the police will not bother you. I can also get my hands on firearms."

“I can provide all of these free of charge.”

"I need you to help me kill someone—Yuichi Kudo, I want him dead."

"So? He's your enemy too!"

"This is a win-win deal, so what's there to hesitate about?"

This name was familiar to Hiroki Minamoto on the other end of the phone; the underworld and the police force have always had a close and intertwined relationship.

When the Genkai fell apart, the Kudo family added fuel to the fire. Many members were arrested and imprisoned on charges that, while not unjust, had been overlooked. This became a source of credit for many of the Kudo faction's subordinates to climb the ranks.

He could hear the obvious excitement and hesitation in the breath of the person on the other end of the phone, and Yamamoto Ryosuke added fuel to the fire.

"I met Dongwen's sword demon today. He has a close relationship with Kudo Yuichi, and we have the same goal."

"Think it over carefully! Right now, you're all like rats in the street in Tokyo. I'm the only one who can help you!"

After an even longer silence, the man on the other end of the phone began to breathe more heavily, as if he had made a decision.

"Young Master Yamamoto, I cannot agree to that."

"To be honest, the young master is coming back."

"Until the young master returns, our Yuan Society will all conceal our strength and lie low."

"However, when the young master returns, I can mention your request to him—perhaps we can join forces."

Yamamoto Ryosuke's expression shifted, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Genji Haru is back too? When?"

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"Alright! I understand his character. How could he not avenge the murder of his father!"

"I'm waiting for your good news."

After hanging up the phone, Yamamoto Ryosuke's expression changed several times before he finally let out a sinister laugh.

"Yuan Qingye is actually coming back."

"Hmph, looks like a very filial son."

"How interesting, Kudo Yuichi, this is fate's way of killing you!"

"Yuan Longhai, that miser, saved up money his whole life just to support his son's training at the Genji headquarters in Kyoto. It is said that Yuan Qing also has a famous teacher who teaches him swordsmanship and cultivates his mind. He is already a highly skilled swordsman who can slay gods and ghosts!"

"If he could help."

After a moment of contemplation, a hint of resentment appeared on Yamamoto Ryosuke's face.

"Damn it, if I were also a superhuman, why would I need someone else's help?!"

"Why am I not qualified?"

"What an unfair world!"

The world has never been fair.

If an ordinary person were bitten by that strange little snake, they would probably have died long ago. However, Ueno Mitsuishi was treated in time, and the expensive serum took effect quickly. The surgery led by the expert is proceeding intensively. According to the doctor, the elderly man, who is not young, is fine.

At the headquarters of the Collectors Association, outside the operating room of the Medical Department, Uesugi Kiyoshi sat on a bench, finally completely relieved after hearing the news.

Ueno Usagi was taken to Kyoko Nohara's apartment for temporary accommodation. Kyoko seemed to really like children; her eyes lit up softly when she saw Ueno Usagi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi planned to wait until Ueno Mitsuishi's surgery was over to see how things went before making any decisions, as he had some free time at the moment.

He had rested long enough before, and after frowning and thinking for a while, he suddenly realized something and took out a book from the Mirage Tower.

It was that book, "The Tale of Genji in Edo".

Indeed, the fact that this book was included in the Mirage Tower indicates that it is at least a "divine artifact".

Uesugi Kiyoshi opened the title page and saw a bookmark that emitted a faint sandalwood scent.

The bookmark is in neat Chinese characters.

“You want to find the three Genji heroes, but I’ve only heard of the two Genji heroes. So the one who disappeared must be the one you’re looking for.”

“I searched through ancient books and found some clues. It seems that in the Minamoto clan during the Heian period, there was a member of the clan who was rarely mentioned and whose name was not even passed down. However, from various traces, I can deduce that such a person once existed.”

"This book is very likely written by him, but the text is somewhat difficult to decipher."

Well, that's all I can do for you~

Looking at these few lines of text, Uesugi Kiyoshi could almost picture Li Fuyao's charming smile.

He shook his head and smiled slightly.

Then, when he turned the page, his smile froze.

He finally understood what Li Fuyao meant by "difficult to identify".

This is just scribbles!

Uesugi Kiyoshi was fluent in Chinese, English, and Japanese, but this writing system definitely did not belong to any of those three languages.

He even suspected that this was not "human" writing at all.

The handwriting was winding and the ink was deep and dark. The gray ink stains looked particularly dim on the pale yellow paper, making it somewhat uncomfortable to look at.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyebrows furrowed together.

What is this stuff? !

If this wasn't something Li Fuyao gave him, he would even suspect it was some child's prank.

But if it was a gift from Li Fuyao, he inexplicably felt a certain degree of trust in it.

That girl didn't seem like the type to joke about something like that.

I flipped through the pages aimlessly, finding them all indiscriminate scribbles, until I reached the last page.

"Tsk, I still had some hope before, but it really came to nothing."

Feeling a bit irritated, Uesugi Kiyoshi scratched his head, intending to put the book away for later study, when suddenly he noticed a blurry ink stain on the last page that looked familiar.

The lines and ink washes resemble a flame.

Burning flames.

Will-o'-the-wisps?!

Suddenly, an idea popped into Uesugi Kiyoshi's mind.