Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Furthermore, to put it another way, I am a collector with the Collectors Association."

"To remain indifferent when you know that a supernatural disaster is about to occur is not the attitude of the Collectors Association."

"To anticipate, to contain, to protect."

"This is our duty."

Turning his head to face his son's eyes, which were gleaming with an inexplicable light, Kudo Isao hesitated for a moment, then finally let out a long sigh.

He shook his head silently, patted Kudo Yuichi on the shoulder again, and silently walked forward.

Kudo Yuichi smiled silently, looked up at the clearing sky, flicked his sleeve, said no more, and quickly caught up with his father.

Chapter 240 He is coming

Upon entering the building, there is a long, narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor is a tightly closed door. Pushing the door open, you will find a spacious conference room that resembles a Western courtroom.

Now, quite a few people are sitting here.

Ultimately, this wasn't a formal, official gathering; it was more of a "private party" organized by Yamamoto using his connections and publicity stunts.

So everyone was a bit casual, and the meeting room was somewhat noisy.

However, the formation of cliques was obvious. The entire conference room was clearly divided into three parts: the Yamamoto family, the Kudo family, and a very small number of neutral parties.

Kudo Yuichi and his father, Kudo Isao, were among the last to take their seats, sitting in the very front row, less than five meters from the central lectern.

Behind the table, Yamamoto Yu stood with a solemn expression and lowered eyes, clearly having been waiting for some time.

He saw his "old rival" Kudo Isao take his seat, his eyes twitched, and he slowly raised his head.

No one noticed that the conference room door automatically closed tightly without any wind, and at the same time, a little gray-black mist seeped out from the cracks in the door, like chains, completely sealing the room.

Yamamoto Yu coughed lightly, and the noise in the room immediately subsided. Many people present had to give him face.

After generations of hard work and a lifetime of dedication, he climbed to this position, which is a very high rank in the police force, and he can even have a say in the cabinet.

However, there are always some people who won't take these things seriously.

Kudo Yuichi casually leaned back in his chair, seemingly oblivious to the somewhat solemn atmosphere and the bigwigs from the political and police circles, and started talking without hesitation.

"What, Mr. Yamamoto? Didn't you say you were going to resign because of your son's affair, and even held a press conference?"

"I specifically put aside my work to come and see what was going on, but I didn't see any reporters."

"What's going on here? It looks like a campaign speech to me?"

"I know you've coveted the position of Chairman of the National Public Security Commission for a long time, but there's no need to preach about it here. Besides, you have quite a few competitors here, don't you?"

Japan's police system is somewhat strange; it abruptly splits into two parts.

One part is the National Public Safety Commission, which is directly under the Cabinet and is essentially the so-called "Police Agency." The highest-ranking official here is the Chairman of the National Public Safety Commission, who is a Minister of State in the Cabinet and wields immense power. He is one of the few people who hold power in Japan.

The other part is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

In China, these are equivalent to the "Ministry of Public Security" and the "Capital Public Security Bureau," but in Japan, these two departments subtly seem to be rivals.

The National Police Agency cannot completely control the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and the highest-ranking officer of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is qualified to challenge the Chairman of the National Public Safety Commission.

Ultimately, it comes down to the resources of the political parties and families behind them.

Yamamoto Yu is a member of the National Public Safety Commission. He has been operating there for a long time and has countless connections within the National Police Agency. It is only natural that he covets the position of chairman. The current chairman is a grassroots politician from a commoner background. He was an unlucky guy who was temporarily put in place to take the blame when the Yamamoto family and the Kudo family were fighting fiercely. He is similar to a "one-year prime minister" in Japan. He has no foundation and no real power.

The election for the next chairman is just around the corner.

Kudo Yuichi's sudden remarks drew the attention of many, but Yamamoto Yu ignored him.

The elderly man, who looked to be over fifty and had graying temples, suddenly straightened his back, his eyes revealing a stubborn fervor.

He adjusted the microphone in front of him; his deep voice was hoarse, yet also somewhat crazy.

"Everyone is here. I apologize for the sudden gathering today."

"You are all key and elite members of the police force. Your time is precious, so I will keep it brief and not waste your time."

"The chairmanship will be replaced at the end of this year, but due to my personal health reasons, I will not be able to wait until then."

These words elicited various reactions from the people below.

This does sound like a retirement, and health reasons are indeed the most common reason politicians use to retire. Generally speaking, the rest is just some platitudes, handing over power, going through the motions to make it look dignified, and then washing one's hands of politics and leaving the political arena.

The officials from Yamamoto's faction all looked rather grim, while those from Kudo's faction were more or less smug.

With Yamamoto of the National Police Agency gone, Kudo of the Metropolitan Police Department has become the sole power, which benefits them as well.

But to everyone's surprise, Yamamoto Yu's next sentence was quite earth-shattering.

"Therefore, I am about to take over the position of Chairman of the National Public Security Commission. Today's meeting is to inform you all of this."

This statement caused a huge uproar, turning the meeting room into a chaotic mess, with almost everyone looking astonished.

On the contrary, Kudo Yuichi and his son, who had expected this, were probably the calmest people in the room.

The first to step forward were not members of Kudo's faction, but rather neutral officials. Most of them came from humble backgrounds and prioritized self-preservation, but some were also impulsive and reckless.

A middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old, wearing a suit and a police badge, sneered and shouted, "Are you crazy? Mr. Yamamoto, you think you can take over as chairman with just a word? Who do you think you are? Even the prime minister doesn't have your kind of power!"

That's absolutely true. In Japan, the prime minister's power isn't as great as you might imagine. Even if you win the election and get the position, if your supporters aren't supportive, the powerful figures in the opposition can easily give you a hard time.

Yamamoto Yu gave the troublemaker a cold look and slammed his hand on the table.

A purple light flashed and made intimate contact with the middle-aged man's neck with lightning speed.

Two seconds later, the short scream turned into a painful howl. The middle-aged man clutched his throat, a thin, purple snake wriggling its tail on his neck. His eyes bulged out, his tongue lolled out, and his face changed several times, with keratinized scales gradually forming.

"If you all agree, then let's live in peace, do what we need to do, and keep everything as usual. I won't touch your cake or cake."

"But if someone disagrees, that's the outcome."

Yamamoto Yu's tone was calm and cold, his voice drowning out the uproar in the room, making it sound somewhat eerie.

Those present were the backbone of the police force, and in Japan, the department that deals most with supernatural powers and spirits is the police.

Therefore, they have heard of and understand some extraordinary disasters, unlike ordinary people who are fooled by the media.

They immediately made a judgment about the fate of the unfortunate man who stood up for him: it was probably some kind of "extraordinary power" that they couldn't reach.

Then it quickly became clear that this was nothing short of a coup!

Yamamoto Yu seemed to be in a real hurry. He must have already learned about the changes underground. His gaze was fixed intently on an elderly man with white hair and beard sitting in the front row. He asked in a rapid voice, "Lord Otomo, what do you think?"

The old man was named Hideyuki Otomo, the current highest-ranking officer of the National Police Agency and a member of the cabinet. He remained calm and did not criticize Yamamoto Yu's outrageous remarks and behavior. He simply kept his eyes closed and only opened them a crack when his name was called.

"Hmm, Yamamoto-kun wants to sit in my current seat?"

"On behalf of everyone here, let me ask you this: what if we agree, and what if we don't?"

Yamamoto Yu said expressionlessly, "If we can reach a consensus, I will leave a mark on each of you in case you regret it. Don't worry, it won't cause any damage to your bodies, and it might even allow you to step into the threshold of the extraordinary."

"If anyone objects."

"Hmph, the array I set up in the river outside the window can instantly cause the waters of the Arakawa River to flow back into this building. There are countless venomous snakes in the water. I don't need to say more about what will happen if you get bitten, do I?"

This is a blatant and crude tactic, the simplest form of threat.

As they spoke, many armed, militant police officers tried to draw their guns to fight back, but before they could even grip their weapons, a purple flash appeared, and they joined the wailing crowd.

Countless small snakes wriggled and crawled out from every corner of the house, a vast expanse that gave one goosebumps.

Hideyuki Otomo smiled slightly, glanced at the mess in the room, and said meaningfully, "At my age, there's nothing wrong with stepping down and making way for someone more capable."

"However, I originally wanted Kudo-kun to take my place. Since Yamamoto-kun is also interested, why don't you ask Kudo-kun if he agrees?"

This one sentence instantly made the atmosphere in the room tense.

Hideyuki Otomo is a smart man; just because he can't handle him doesn't mean others can't.

The feud between the Yamamoto and Kudo families is long-standing and irreconcilable. There can only be one chairmanship, and Kudo Isao has been planning for this election for a long time. Now that Yamamoto Yu has suddenly made such a fuss, the Kudo family must be the most anxious.

Furthermore, the young master of the Kudo family is said to be one of the high-ranking members of the Collectors Association, and he is also a superhuman with considerable strength. At present, he is probably the only one who can control Yamamoto Yu.

Sure enough, upon hearing what Hideyuki Otomo said, Yu Yamamoto's gaze immediately shifted to the Kudo father and son.

Kudo Yuichi, still with a nonchalant air, pressed his father, who was trying to stand up, back into the chair, then slowly rose to his feet and leisurely took off the pocket watch from his chest.

"I knew you had a backup plan, you old fool. You think I'm just a pretty face?"

"I disagree, what are you going to do about it?"

Before the words were finished, a burst of purple light erupted.

Snakes and pythons roamed like the sea, rushing and swiftly moving.

With a snap, Kudo Yuichi opened the old pocket watch in his hand.

A pale yellow light shone forth, and time seemed to stand still.

Countless small, purplish-black snakes hovered in mid-air, their eyes revealing a ferocious glint, yet their bodies remained completely immobile.

The next second, Kudo Yuichi turned the hands of his pocket watch.

After circling around countless times, the hovering snakes all withered, like lamps running out of oil, and fell helplessly to the ground, leaving only their wrinkled snake skins.

A slow smile crept onto Kudo Yuichi's lips.

"Is that all there is to it? Yamamoto Yu, don't underestimate collectors!"

"Our True Knowledge Team has completely deciphered your [Snake Venom]. If Hydra were still alive, I might not be able to do anything, but she's already gone. I can counter your methods in a minute. Hurry up and put your little cutie away!"

Yamamoto Yu remained unmoved, but his hair turned gray at an alarming rate, and half of his face slumped over rapidly, making him look like an old man in his eighties or nineties, frail and about to die.

This face is terrifying and unacceptable to ordinary people.

Yamamoto Yu, however, was completely unaware, mechanically opening and closing his lips. On his face, half normal and half aged, the smile became eerie and unpredictable.

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"How could I not investigate a detective from the Collectors' Association?"

“You are neither a militant nor a combatant.”

"Your ability is mysterious, and now it seems rather troublesome. Is it the ability to control [time]?"

"But how many times can you use this ability?"

"I can have as many pets as I want!"