Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

That's a bit unfair!

Although he thought this way, he certainly couldn't show it on his face.

"Time is limited, so I'll get straight to the point. Now set off for this address. If you arrive, give me your name and wait for me to return."

Uesugi Kiyoshi gave the Collectors Association's address and waved his hand.

“Fuyao said that you are all her trusted subordinates and also her devout followers, and that you can use her power.”

"Then, I'll leave the rest to you."

The veiled woman with a graceful figure nodded cleanly and decisively, then transformed into a streak of green light and vanished.

Uesugi Kiyoya's spirit returned to his body, and he opened his eyes.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then walked out of the building in a few steps. Ignoring the rain, he stepped directly onto the Kawasaki ninja that Kudo Yuichi had lent him, stepped on the gas, and headed straight for the Dongwen Association's headquarters.

Chapter 212 Hongmen Banquet

The room was dark and cramped, but the window was open.

A damp, cold wind howled in, making a terrifying howling sound like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws.

The room was very empty, with only a futon placed inside.

In front of the prayer cushion was a small shrine placed on a high table.

The shrine was somewhat dilapidated and old, made of wood, with indelible carvings left on it by time.

I don't know if it was because of the rain, but the whole shrine was wet, as if it had just been pulled out of the water.

A figure was kneeling on the prayer mat.

He was dressed in a suit commonly seen on Japanese office workers, meticulously groomed, with some gray hair combed back, deep-set features, a serious expression, and a badge on his chest, a symbol of his status as a government employee.

only.

His face was rosy and full of vitality on the left side, like that of a young man, while the right side was covered with wrinkles like that of an old man in his twilight years, and his face was withered.

Half of her face is rosy, half is bony; one eye is innocent, the other is withered.

He was like two people of different ages, each with half of their body, which were then glued together, giving off a terrifyingly abrupt feeling.

It's like a murderous monster pieced together from corpses by a mad scientist, or a strange species stubbornly resisting the ravages of time.

The figure was simply mechanically performing bowing and prostrating movements, chanting incantations towards the damp and dark shrine.

"You are the shadow of the ocean, you are the lord of the bottomless abyss."

"You are an ancient and timeless deity, an immortal king who fears no age."

"You are the source of life in the ocean, you are the star-kindled companion of the divine being."

"The Supreme Dharani Authority, Avalokitesvara of the Ash Hall"

"I would go to the deep sea of ​​your divine kingdom, to offer my soul and body, and pray for eternal life."

A cryptic and profound prayer was being recited repeatedly by the worshipper. Whether it was an illusion or not, as he recited it, the dampness on the shrine grew heavier and heavier, and soon it was dripping water.

The dripping water droplets were dark green, like moldy moss, with a milky white, dull sheen that immediately conjured up images of filth.

The man who prayed was Yamamoto Yu, who was deeply entrenched in the police force, had cronies in both the National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Department, and was backed by the Democratic Party. He had enjoyed a smooth career and held a pivotal position in the National Police Agency.

One side of his body was abnormally aged, while the other side was perfectly normal. This might be the incurable disease that Kudo Yuichi discovered he had.

No wonder he sought medical help everywhere without success; such bizarre symptoms are indeed not something that ordinary doctors can solve.

Suddenly, the prayers accelerated, the words almost forming a single line, and the indescribable black statue in the shrine trembled violently. Countless dark green liquids gathered in front of Yamamoto Yu, turning into a small puddle that did not disperse.

After bowing devoutly, Yamamoto Yu scooped up the suspicious liquid with both hands and drank it down without hesitation.

Immediately, his expression turned ferocious, and a suppressed, beast-like roar came from his throat. However, this process did not last long, and Yamamoto Yu underwent a transformation as if he had been reborn.

The wrinkles on his skin slowly smoothed out, like clothes being ironed flat. Half of his pale face regained color, even becoming somewhat rosy. His emaciated appearance was gone forever, and he seemed to have become ten years younger—he was almost sixty this year, but he looked like a robust man in his forties.

Clenching his fist tightly, feeling the surge of power, he let out a long sigh, coughed heavily a few times, and slowly stood up. He bowed to the shrine a few more times before respectfully closing the shrine door.

When he turned around again, his face had become gloomy and ruthless.

Just then, a telephone rang.

He answered the phone blankly.

"Lord Yamamoto, we have received a video. It is... of young master Yamamoto."

"It was sent by that brat from the Kudo family."

"We dare not restore it without authorization; please take a look."

This tone clearly comes from a lackey.

"Send it over."

Yamamoto Yu's tone was devoid of emotion; after giving a single instruction, he hung up the phone.

A few seconds later, after a vibration, he swiped to unlock his phone.

A video was sent over, showing everything from Yamamoto Ryosuke's initial attack on Kudo Yuu, to his failure, his transformation into a scaled monster, and finally his imprisonment in the containment chamber. Every detail was clearly recorded.

After fast-forwarding through the video, Yamamoto Yu remained expressionless, as if the person in the video wasn't his son.

Finally, a photo suddenly popped up.

Several lines of Japanese text were abruptly printed on top.

"You betrayed your human identity, secretly colluded with ghosts and gods, and used the power of rituals as a shortcut to obtain extraordinary power. I have all the evidence."

"Mr. Yamamoto, if you intend to hold the press conference as scheduled tomorrow, then..."

"I will make all of this public."

"By then, how many people will still stand firmly on the Yamamoto family's side?"

These words were nonsensical, and Yamamoto Yu merely glanced at them, gave a cold laugh, and didn't take them to heart at all.

These are, of course, the masterpieces of Yuichi Kudo.

He sent these things not to discourage Yamamoto Yu, but simply to provide cover for Uesugi Kiyoshi.

In this way, Yamamoto Yu's attention will likely be focused on the Kudo family, and he will put a lot of effort into the press conference tomorrow attended by many high-ranking police officials, and will mainly target the Collectors Association. Then, the pressure on Uesugi Kiyoshi will be greatly reduced.

This is Kudo Yuichi's goal.

He achieved his goal.

Yamamoto Yu pondered for a moment, then dialed a number.

After a few rings, the call was connected.

The voice on the other end was deep, like muffled thunder on a rainy day, which made people feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Yamamoto?"

"If there's nothing else, shall I call you to keep in touch?"

"Humph"

"Prepare a Serpent of Familiarity for me."

"Has Meilin returned yet? If not, tell her to come back quickly."

"I will hold a press conference at my mansion by the Arakawa River tomorrow, where I will gather the high-ranking officers of the police system. I will use the Serpent of the Familiar to infect them all and turn them into servants of my lord!"

"While we're at it, let's also breach the banks of the Arakawa River and let it overflow, mixing in a high concentration of the power of the secret ritual, at least temporarily polluting the Arakawa district!"

"Ryosuke has been captured. Taking things slowly is no longer an option; we have to strike swiftly."

"It just so happens that the young president of the Collectors Association is in Kyoto reporting for duty, and I've also transferred the Tokyo branch captain of the Shinsengumi. The supernatural forces in the entire Tokyo metropolis are very weak, making this the perfect opportunity to start an uprising!"

"You and your men guard the altar well, and make sure nothing goes wrong!"

The rumbling thunder paused for a moment, then replied, "Too hasty. Alright."

I will prepare.

"However, don't forget what you promised us!"

Yamamoto Yu said coldly and solemnly, "Don't worry, I won't forget."

"Your body is yours, but my faith is mine!"

Chapter 213 New Eastern Culture

The headquarters of the Dongwen Association was previously stormed by Uesugi Kiyoshi and his men, and fought a fierce battle with the demons of Mount Oe. The walls collapsed and the ground caved in, causing varying degrees of damage. However, with financial support, it was quickly repaired.

The Japanese-style garden remained as secluded and Zen-like as ever, especially with the continuous rain, which made the courtyard solemn and desolate.

There was still a line of men in black suits standing at the entrance—these were the gatekeepers.

Perhaps because their methods of accumulating power were not entirely legitimate and therefore not respectable, Japanese yakuza groups place particular emphasis on appearances in certain situations.

Uesugi Kiyoshi sped along at full speed, and soon arrived at the gate of the Dongwen Association's headquarters.

After getting out of the car and tidying himself up a bit, he strode into the gate of the Dongwen Association.

He glanced around casually and didn't recognize many of the men in black suits standing by the door. This was understandable; a new king always promotes his cronies, especially since Dongwen Zhenxi was determined to reform the Dongwen Society, completely launder the assets left by her father, and transform it from a Yakuza into a powerful clan. In fact, this was not difficult, but it was far from simple either. It required time, opportunity, and an excellent leader, all of which were indispensable.

The men in black suits at the door saw Uesugi Kiyoshi swagger in. They had just put on a fierce expression and were about to shoo him away when the leader, a man in sunglasses, glared at them and shut them up.

The meticulously dressed man in sunglasses standing by the door seemed to recognize Uesugi Kiyoshi. He forced a fawning smile onto his fleshy face, leaned in, bowed deeply, and greeted him loudly.

"Lord Uesugi! Hello! You've had a long day!"

With someone taking the lead, those in black suits followed suit, creating an astonishing effect.

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned and nodded slightly as a greeting—he had been in contact with gangsters for a long time and was now getting used to these rules. If he were to be humble at this moment, the gangsters would probably panic and think they had done something wrong, becoming extremely terrified.

Without any hesitation, he pointed to his motorcycle, signaling the Yakuza to help him park it, and then casually asked a few questions.

"Yes, you've worked hard too. Are you from the Amamiya group?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi recognized the man in sunglasses; they might have met a few times before. The Fujimura Group and the Amamiya Group were both loyal subordinates of Azuma Maki, who had remained loyal to him during the crisis. Now, the man's status in the Azuma Association had risen even higher, and he had become Azuma Maki's confidant. Uesugi Kiyoshi might have seen this man in sunglasses at some point, but he certainly couldn't remember such a minor character.

The man in sunglasses was somewhat flattered and bowed even lower, replying respectfully, "Yes, I am Yamada from the Amamiya Group! I have witnessed your heroic swordsmanship before."