Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The smell of alcohol, the scent of women's cosmetics, and a subtle but unmistakable odor of sweat mingled together, creating a truly awful, stagnant atmosphere.

Some people, their eyes bloodshot, were screaming hysterically, staring at the shaking dice on the table. Then, after the dust settled, they collapsed to the ground as if all the bones in their bodies had been removed, their eyes completely lifeless.

Some lucky winners laughed heartily, greedily grabbing the chips in front of them, and then, indulging in endless dreams of getting rich, they once again went all in, throwing their entire fortune into the game.

A voluptuous beauty would snuggle up to a gambler who looked glamorous. After the patron won money, a wad of Japanese yen would be slipped into the white crevice of his chest, eliciting bursts of giggles.

Some unfortunate souls, bankrupted and babbling incoherently, were carried out by Yakuza men in black suits, their fate unknown.

This is nothing more than extravagance and debauchery.

This is a casino.

It is the place where people can best exploit their weaknesses and become a den of iniquity.

The only ones who ever make a fortune are the house.

The brothels outside weren't low-class, but this casino seemed rather ordinary in comparison. Although there were plenty of well-dressed gamblers, the noisy environment and constant shouting made it all seem rather lowbrow.

Those who are truly rich and powerful don't come here to have fun.

Fujimura Chiba turned to face Uesugi Kiyoshi and raised her voice.

"Sir, this is where I work."

“I work as a waiter here. The cult that woman belongs to seems to be located in a deeper place, but I haven’t been there.”

Uesugi nodded, glanced around, and immediately saw a burly man in a floral shirt walking towards them.

Behind this man were several fierce-looking Yakuza, who walked with an arrogant gait, clearly targeting Uesugi Kiyoshi and his group.

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

"Qianyu is here?"

"Master Mingkong wants to see you, come with me quickly."

He didn't care much about Uesugi Kiyoshi, but instead showed some unusual enthusiasm for Fujimura Chiba.

Judging from his tone and manner, he must be a leader.

When Fujimura Chiba saw the floral shirt, she instinctively felt a little timid and hesitant, but when she thought of the god behind her, her fear vanished completely.

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"No, I'm not going."

"I'm here to resign; I'm leaving Kyoto."

Upon hearing this, the man in the floral shirt's expression subtly changed.

He looked Fujimura Chiba up and down with a forced smile, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"This is so sudden—Chiyu, did I pay you too little?"

"You can raise any issues you have, we can discuss them. Your mother is still working for me, what kind of behavior is it for you to leave on your own?"

At the same time, he gave a wink, and several men in black suits immediately understood and dispersed, subtly surrounding the group.

Fujimura Chiba pursed her lips and subconsciously looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Following her gaze, the person in the floral shirt also noticed Uesugi Kiyoshi's presence.

He snorted, pushed Fujimura Chiba aside, took a step forward, glared down at Uesugi Kiyoshi, and spoke with a somewhat fierce tone.

"I didn't see you just now, so who are you?"

"Is Qianyu relying on you?"

"A little kid? Do you know where you are? Do you know what you're doing?"

"Get out of here right now, or your corpse will be in the Kamo River tomorrow!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned, reached out and blocked the spittle aimed at him, looking disgusted.

Seeing this, Ueno Mitsuishi quickly handed over a handkerchief. Uesugi Kiyoshi took it, wiped his face, and then vigorously wiped his hands, his contempt obvious.

At the same time, he spoke slowly and deliberately, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Are all the gangsters in Kyoto like you, who don't follow the rules and just know how to scare people?"

"A barbarian from Kansai, his name truly reflects his character."

"What, after threatening me, are you going to take action now?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi had just finished pretending to be a charlatan, and the imposing aura of the Lord of a Hundred Demons still lingered on him, making him even more unrestrained in his speech and actions than usual.

He started by making regional digs, which were very provocative. The love-hate relationship between people from Kansai and Kanto in Japan could fill a dozen books, and it was common for them to look down on each other.

Uesugi Kiyoshi came here specifically to cause trouble. He's a native of Hokkaido and has no connection to Kansai or Kanto. He just wants to provoke this guy in the floral shirt and see what's going on behind his back.

Of course, he couldn't alert them now. The supernatural forces he had deployed weren't in place yet, and if they were scared away, it would be another lot of trouble.

His overbearing demeanor made the man in the floral shirt look somewhat surprised and suspicious.

As mentioned earlier, presence is a real thing, an upgraded version of "temperament".

Even if someone who has held a high position for a long time is dressed in plain clothes, their every move will attract attention.

Even if a person of humble origin suddenly becomes rich, their shabby character and behavior will still reveal an indelible sense of poverty.

This guy in the floral shirt must be a shrewd and cunning person to have made it in the yakuza world. He could tell at a glance that something was off about Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He has blood on his hands and has killed people. If a child of his age were frightened by him, he would probably be panicked and at a loss.

Those who are nonchalant and even confrontational are either idiots or have a strong sense of self-confidence.

The person in front of me doesn't seem like an idiot.

The look in his eyes was devoid of fear; instead, it held a haughty, condescending gaze, as if he were watching a clown perform.

He recognized that look.

He wore the same expression as he toyed with his defeated opponents, watching them kneel at his feet.

He glanced back at one of his subordinates and waved his hand.

Immediately, someone ran to the back, seemingly to report the incident.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't care. He trusted his friends' speed. Before long, once the place was surrounded from the outside, he could cause a huge disturbance.

This is just foreplay.

"To make a long story short, I'm here to take Qianyu away."

"If you know what's good for you, pay your wages and I'll take my men and leave. I won't stoop to your level."

"If you don't know what's good for you..."

"Hehe, let's see whose body will be found in the Kamo River tomorrow?"

The man in the floral shirt was inwardly surprised but outwardly remained composed.

He chuckled coldly and reached for his waist.

"I thought she was a newbie from somewhere, but it seems we're kindred spirits."

"A Kanto native? A rich young master from Tokyo?"

"Outsiders, have you ever heard the saying that even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake?"

"You want to take people with you?"

"Ask them if they agree!"

A revolver was held in the hand of the man in the floral shirt; the metallic gun body gleamed with a cold light, dazzlingly bright.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile became subtle and excited.

So you're saying you're going to use force?

Chapter 327 Gambling

Uesugi Kiyoshi merely glanced at the revolver, which looked more like a work of art, without even lifting his eyelids.

Putting aside the fact that revolvers are relics of the past and outdated firearms with very short kill range, even if this man in the floral shirt were holding a submachine gun, he wouldn't be afraid at all.

Back when he first awakened the Inugami Scroll, a sniper bullet wouldn't have killed him.

Now, a thousand times stronger than before, he has the confidence to completely ignore firearms.

"Oh, good taste. But do Kyoto's yakuza use these old-fashioned things to kill people these days?"

"Truly worthy of being called remnants of the old era, stubborn old men who are inflexible and do not adapt to the times."

The Kansai region, encompassing the Osaka-Kyoto metropolitan area, represents half of Japan's traditional culture, while the Tokyo metropolitan area symbolizes the emerging forces in the Kanto region. It's perfectly normal for the old guard to clash and look down on each other.

The more Uesugi Kiyoshi acted this way, the more surprised and suspicious the man in the floral shirt became.

Something's not right.

Even with a gun pointed at his head, the kid's eyes remained unchanged, showing not a trace of fear.

That look in his eyes was terrifying. Even though he was the one holding the gun, it was as if he held the power of life and death.

How is this going? !

Is this kid a monster?!

This kid looks like a gangster too -- are all the yakuza in your Kanto region this kind of pervert active?

We haven't been able to conquer Kansai after all this time, thank you for showing mercy!

His emotions were churning, and he dared not make a move.

The man in the floral shirt is the manager of this casino, but not the mastermind behind this "industry chain." He climbed to this position not through brute force, but through meticulous planning.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and the man in the floral shirt's expression changed, forcing a fake smile.

"what"

"Just kidding. We welcome everyone here. Everyone who comes in is a friend. It's just that we Kansai people are a bit more enthusiastic in our greetings. You'd better get used to it soon."

The man in the floral shirt did not show any weakness in his words.

He rolled his eyes, slowly put down the revolver, and his smile became even warmer.