Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

This is practically the template for a protagonist in a novel.

The Phoenix Institute financial group has the right to do so.

Of course, he wasn't surprised by Li Fuyao's mother, the elder named "Phoenix Courtyard Ningning," nor was he astonished by the intricate relationships behind Li Fuyao.

What surprised him was...

That tyrant, after being expelled from the country, spent a few years in Japan. His mother actually eloped with a woman from the Phoenix family, one of the six major financial conglomerates. Moreover, she willingly bore him children and her heart was completely devoted to him.

You can't tell that the little old man with the aged face is old!

Why should he?

Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a pang of sadness, not out of bitterness, but because he felt this had impacted his values.

Well, his way of thinking is like only seeing the thief eating meat, not seeing the thief getting beaten. If he knew the family status of the Grand Duke Jupiter, he probably wouldn't have such thoughts.

However, if Li Fuyao's mother is indeed that Phoenix Courtyard, then Li Fuyao's apparent knowledge of the Collectors Association's Dreamweaver Network makes sense. Tsk, she's definitely not that simple.

As for whether the Collectors Association was backed by a conglomerate, Uesugi had anticipated it early on.

He had a concept of Japanese zaibatsu, just like in his previous life, the only difference being the name of the zaibatsu. In this country, your birth, aging, illness, death, clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all controlled by the zaibatsu. You could say that without the government, the country might fall into chaos, but without the zaibatsu, the country would cease to function and enter the countdown to its demise.

You have to understand, in a country where even important sectors like hospitals and railway transportation are largely controlled by conglomerates, how much power can the government really have?

Kudo Yuichi was startled by Uesugi Kiyoshi's sudden outburst, and the mochi in his hand fell to the ground. He looked at the half-eaten mochi covered in dust, then at the empty food box, his brow twitched violently, and he squinted at him with displeasure, saying, "I said, is it really necessary? It's just a little food, why are you scaring me like that?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's surprise came quickly and went quickly. He spoke to Kudo Yuichi without any restraint, glanced at him sideways, and said nonchalantly, "What, are you hungry? Come over for dinner."

"Anyway, adding another set of chopsticks and bowls won't be a big deal. I just wonder if Master Kudo has a date tonight. I'm guessing that since they're living together, someone at home must be eagerly waiting for him to come home for dinner."

Kudo Yuichi was speechless again, but he just smiled helplessly, picked up the food that had fallen on the ground and threw it into the trash can next to him, clapped his hands, and turned to leave.

"Fine, I won't be a third wheel. Young Master Uesugi, you can enjoy life to the fullest before you get hacked to pieces. I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

"I'll come find you tomorrow morning. Wait for my call, and don't oversleep!"

"I'm keeping an eye on that bait you deliberately let go, don't worry."

Although Kudo Yuichi's last two sentences were quite reassuring, Uesugi Kiyoshi still snorted coldly.

"You wish to make a fool of yourself!" he muttered to himself, but when he thought of Li Fuyao and looked at Nohara Kyoko beside him, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

After a few seconds of silence, he patted Nohara Kyoko's head and forced a smile.

"Let's go, go home."

Although it was just a simple sentence, it made Nohara Kyoko feel sweet inside. She responded softly, carefully packed up the food box and thermos, and followed closely behind Uesugi Kiyoshi, a sweet smile slowly curving up on her face.

"They look a bit like a newlywed couple going home together~" Kyoko Nohara thought to herself, her face slowly turning red again.

She enjoys preparing three meals a day, tea, and late-night snacks for Uesugi Kiyoshi, even though some of the dishes are complicated and time-consuming, keeping her busy in the kitchen every day.

She liked to hum a song as she washed, dried, and ironed Uesugi Kiyoshi's clothes, and then watch him wear them neatly.

She liked to clean every corner of the apartment, because even though it was temporary, it was still a "home" she shared with Uesugi Kiyoshi.

She preferred to secretly watch Uesugi Kiyoshi's back, because that not-so-generous junior gave her an almost addictive sense of security, allowing her to forget all her troubles and worries.

She didn't know why, but she just liked it.

Just as the sun rises in the east, the tides ebb and flow, and the moon waxes and wanes, she loved Uesugi Kiyoshi—this is how the world should be.

Ryosuke Yamamoto walked in expressionlessly into a duplex detached house that didn't look like a luxury home.

Although this place is inconspicuous, it is indeed the Yamamoto residence. Living in such an unassuming little house is a personal hobby of the Yamamoto family's owner.

Ryosuke Yamamoto had actually stopped living with his parents a long time ago; he came back this time to sound out his father's opinion.

Ryosuke Yamamoto's father, Yuto Yamamoto, lived up to his name and was a man of great stature. His police rank was Superintendent General, the Vice Minister of the National Police Agency. This position was actually quite awkward, second only to the top official. Ultimately, the kind of political achievements he could make depended on the resources behind him.

Yamamoto Yu was adept at navigating social situations and was very skilled at maneuvering. He thrived in the National Police Agency, maintaining close ties with certain gangs and political parties. He also successfully forged connections with the Shinsengumi and had close relationships with high-ranking members of the Mitsui Zaibatsu. With all this support, he became the powerful Deputy Commissioner of the National Police Agency.

To put it bluntly, if the current head of the National Police Agency were to step down, the epaulettes of the next National Police Agency commissioner would almost certainly fall on the shoulders of Yu Yamamoto.

That was a transcendent position independent of the police system, the true leader of hundreds of thousands of police officers nationwide, and could also overpower the Kudo family's old rivals.

With a dark expression, Yamamoto Ryosuke sat down next to his father, who was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. He was actually a little puzzled. His father was usually extremely busy and rarely home, so why was he suddenly sitting in the living room at this time of day, leisurely reading the newspaper?

It was as if they were waiting for me on purpose.

Without thinking too much, Yamamoto Ryosuke stiffened his neck, revealing the redness and swelling on his face, and said in a calm tone that he was trying his best to suppress, "I got the short end of the stick from that Kudo kid today!"

Although the tone was quite aggressive, it sounded more like a child who had been bullied going home to cry to their parents.

Yamamoto Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, and simply said indifferently, "Oh? You got lectured by a kid in his teens, and you're still so self-righteous?"

"What? Why don't you cry a little? Maybe I'll soften my heart and go to that old fox in the Kudo family to reason with him and get justice for my son?"

Ryosuke Yamamoto's face flushed red from his father's mockery, then turned ashen. He gave his father a deep look, feeling he had gotten the answer. He made a final, fierce decision in his heart: no matter what the family's reaction was tomorrow, he would definitely kill Yuichi Kudo. But on the surface, he just stood up angrily and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Yamamoto Yu shook the newspaper and glanced at his son's back.

His eyes were filled with indifference, devoid of any emotion, as if the child were a walking two-legged beast, not his blood relative, his own son.

At the same time, a barely perceptible purple glint flashed in his eyes.

Chapter 183 Uesugi Must Die

"Wait a minute!"

Yamamoto Yu's imposing voice rang out.

Perhaps it was the influence of his father's authority that had haunted him since childhood, but Yamamoto Ryosuke shivered inexplicably and stopped in his tracks.

"Tell me in detail why Kudo Yuichi caused you trouble today."

Ryosuke Yamamoto suppressed his slightly panicked expression, pretending to be impatient as he turned his head and muttered, "It's because of a small cult in Arakawa Ward. Who knows what's wrong with them? I don't think there's anything wrong with that cult. They suddenly showed up with the Collectors Association and arrested a lot of people."

Yamamoto Yu glanced calmly at his son and continued, "The Arakawa Cult, I know about it. That cult has a male and a female leader. How are they doing?"

Ryosuke Yamamoto tilted his head and thought for a moment. He hadn't paid any attention to the male person in charge, but he had a deep impression of the hot girl. He still couldn't forget that night of passion. The woman's long legs were like snakes, wrapping around him until he couldn't breathe, making him feel like he was dying of pleasure. That's why he rushed to the scene so quickly after the Arakawa Sect incident and was so concerned.

"I don't know about the man, I've never seen him. It seems the woman ran away."

Frowning, Yamamoto put down the newspaper in his hand and raised his voice slightly: "Weren't you there? How come you don't know anything?"

For some reason, Yamamoto Ryosuke was furious when he heard this. "I'm your own son, after all. It's one thing for you not to care about me after something like this happened, but why are you asking about such a trivial matter?"

He said in an even more aggressive tone, "I don't know! I've already been humiliated by that brat from the Kudo family, why would I stay there and be his punching bag?"

After saying that, Yamamoto Ryosuke lost all interest in going upstairs. He turned around, walked quickly to the entrance, put on his shoes, pushed open the door, and left without looking at his father again.

The heavy slam of the door echoed, and a hint of anger finally flickered across Yamamoto Yu's previously indifferent face.

"That piece of trash."

"The Collectors' Association has already intervened? Their intelligence is indeed excellent; this probe has failed."

"I just don't know if they've uncovered something deeper."

Yamamoto Yu suddenly coughed violently a few times, his face turning an unhealthy red. Just then, his cell phone on the table lit up.

After glancing at the caller ID, Yamamoto hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello, it's me."

"Yes, there was a little trouble, but it should be fine. This is just a test to see how sensitive those kids in the Collectors Association are."

"Our only hope is this rain; don't let this distract you from our other options!"

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"Is this how you talk to me? What, do you think your Thor's Legion can rely on anyone other than me?!"

"Shut up, stay there and wait for my message!"

"When I have the chance to help, I won't leave you behind!"

"Listen up, I don't need disobedient partners. If you try to boss me around like this again, I'll devour you and the god behind you first!"

His tone was relatively calm at first, but by the end, Yamamoto Yu was making outright threats.

Judging from the conversation, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be a "business partner," but this attitude was certainly not that of someone treating a friend.

After a cold rebuke, the phone call ended abruptly, as expected.

Yamamoto Yu closed his eyes and rested for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

He stared at a piece of paper tucked inside the newspaper, struggling with a complex expression for a long time before finally tossing it aside, his face no longer hesitant.

"I have no way out now," he murmured, slowly standing up, his body hunched over, and walking towards the study.

The next day.

At five o'clock in the morning, the heavy rain had not stopped.

A car slowly came to a stop in front of a secluded residential apartment building in Arakawa Ward.

A pure black umbrella peeked out first, and the figure that followed was clearly a young boy.

In his early twenties, he had an ordinary appearance and unremarkable features, but he possessed a sharp and undeniable aura that was not to be underestimated.

His face remained impassive, one hand holding an umbrella, the other gripping a magnificently scabbarded katana.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a middle-aged man in a black suit standing quietly in the rain. The man had a long scar running across his face, and half of his face was covered with severe burns. Half of his head was wrapped in gauze, and blood was even seeping out from under the gauze.

"Master, you are back!"

The middle-aged man's voice was somewhat excited, and his eyes were even a little red. He bowed deeply to the young man and was then helped up by him.

"Hiroki-san, thank you for your hard work."

That simple sentence seemed to trigger a floodgate of sorrow in Yuan Hongshu's heart. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Young Master, it's our fault...the Chairman..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young man waved his hand and took a deep breath.

"No need to say more. Father was also from a martial arts family. When he embarked on the path of extremes, he should have long anticipated his fate. His life was not good, but it was not bad either. His passing is simply a matter of time and fate. You don't need to worry about it."

"only."

"I, Yuan Qing, am also a son. If I were indifferent to the hatred of my father's murder, I would not be able to get over that hurdle in my heart!"

Gen Hiroki pursed his lips, hesitatingly asking, "But what about the main family in Kyoto?"

Minamoto Haruya was sent to the main branch of the Minamoto clan in Kyoto for training from a young age and was highly regarded. After all, the Minamoto clan is an ancient surname and a family with many rules. Although he came to Tokyo at this time to avenge his father, it was inevitable that some people would use it to their advantage.