Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 114 A Cornered Beast Fights Back [First Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

"Let's do it."

As soon as Yamada Masakazu finished speaking, Kiryu Yaya had already opened the car door.

The wind on Mount Rokko was a bit chilly at night, causing the notice board in front of the clubhouse to sway gently.

The glass door on the first floor of the old clubhouse was pushed open.

Kajiwara Masazō did indeed appear.

He was carrying a small, old black briefcase, like an ordinary briefcase.

Masakazu Yamada stepped out from beside the car, his voice low but clear: "President Kajiwara, please wait a moment."

Kajiwara Masazō suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The night breeze blew across the stone steps in front of the clubhouse, and the only sound was the rustling of leaves.

Kajiwara slowly turned his head.

When he saw that it was Masakazu Yamada, Yaya Kiryu, and Kishou Arima and Kenta Sasaki walking out of the club one after the other, his expression changed instantly.

But after only half a second, he quickly suppressed his panic, and even managed a hurried smile.

"Section Chief Yamada."

"Why are you out taking a walk in a place like this instead of sleeping at night?"

Yamada Masakazu ignored his pointless joke, but took half a step forward, letting the light fall on the black handbag.

"President Kajiwara."

"As the representative director of Higashi-Osaka Seiko Co., Ltd., and as the joint guarantor of our bank's 1 billion yen loan, I now formally request that you..."

"Open this bag on the spot and cooperate with the verification."

The air seemed to have been suddenly pressed down.

Kenta Sasaki's Adam's apple bobbed.

Arima Kishou had already subtly moved half a step to the right, blocking Kajiwara Masazō's path to the parking lot.

The smile on Kajiwara Masazō's face gradually disappeared.

"Are you kidding me?"

His voice deepened: "These are my personal belongings."

"What right does your bank have to make me open your bag?"

Yamada Masakazu looked at him, his tone colder than the night wind.

"Personal belongings, of course they can be personal belongings."

"But what if it contains asset certificates, nominee ownership contracts, or important documents related to the true use of funds by Higashi-Osaka Seiko, which you may have transferred or concealed using bank loans?"

"Then it will no longer be just a personal possession."

You can refuse.

Yamada Masakazu paused for a moment, then stared straight at him.

"But the moment you refuse, I will formally contact the branch's legal department, debt management department, and Osaka National Tax Bureau on the grounds that the borrower has made a material false declaration and is suspected of maliciously concealing assets for debt repayment."

"President Kajiwara—"

"Think it through yourself."

Kajiwara Masazō's face finally turned ugly.

He glanced at Masakazu Yamada, then at the four people whose positions had subtly formed an encirclement, and his eyelids twitched.

"damn it!"

The next second, he cursed under his breath, turned around abruptly, and ran away!

They headed straight for the parking lot next door.

At the same time, he had already ripped open the zipper of his handbag with his left hand, and was hurriedly reaching inside with his other hand, obviously wanting to take something out first.

"Stop him!"

Masakazu Yamada gave a low shout.

Kenta Sasaki pounced on him almost reflexively.

Kajiwara Masazō was now completely frantic.

He gripped the black handbag tightly with his left hand and suddenly reached into it with his right.

A flash of cold light.

He pulled out a short dagger.

"Sasaki, watch out!"

Arima Kishou's expression changed drastically, and he almost roared it out.

But the distance is too close.

Just as Sasaki Kenta rushed in front of Kajiwara Masazō, before he could stop, Kajiwara Masazō, like a wild dog cornered, swung his arm and slashed horizontally.

*Sizzle*

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the night wind.

Kenta Sasaki groaned and staggered back two steps. A long gash appeared on the sleeve of his shirt on his right forearm, and blood immediately seeped out.

"Damn it!"

His face turned pale instantly, and he instinctively covered his wound with his other hand, cold sweat pouring down his forehead in an instant.

Yamada Masakazu's face turned ashen: "Kajiwara! Are you insane?!"

But Kajiwara Masazō wouldn't listen at all.

He gripped the dagger, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot, as if he would really dare to stab someone if he took just one more step forward.

"Get out of here!!"

"Get out of my way!!"

His voice had changed tone.

"If anyone comes any closer, I'll really attack!!"

The air in front of the clubhouse reached its peak of tension at that moment.

Arima Kishou instinctively tried to go around from the side, but when he saw the sword in Kajiwara Masazo's hand, he stopped in his tracks and could only lower his center of gravity and stare intently at Kajiwara Masazo's wrist and steps.

And it was at this moment that Kiryu also made a move.

Several long-handled golf umbrellas were standing by the clubhouse entrance for guests to borrow temporarily.

He reached out and pulled out one of the white umbrellas.

In that instant, the umbrella was no longer an umbrella, but a bamboo sword whose length and center of gravity were somewhat unfamiliar, yet which he could still wield.

Shoulder, elbow, and wrist should be aligned in a straight line.

Breathing stops.

The "Sword Mastery" skill, which I unlocked a little over a month ago, seemed to flow naturally from my bones and muscles at this moment, without the slightest hesitation.

Kiryu Yaya slowly walked towards Kajiwara Masazo.

As Kajiwara Masazo saw him approaching, he immediately gripped his dagger and swung it at him almost hysterically.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill you!"

Although Kajiwara Masazō was fierce.

But in Kiryu Yaya's eyes, his movements were too chaotic and without any method.

It might be dangerous enough for an ordinary person, but in Kiryu Yaya's eyes at this moment, the flaws were too great.

Seizing the opportune moment, he made a half-step in.

Lean to the side to let the line pass.

With a "snap," the white umbrella gently deflected from below, striking Kajiwara Masazō's forearm holding the sword precisely, deflecting the blade's trajectory by half an inch.

Immediately afterwards, Kiryu Yaya didn't give him a second chance to swing his sword.

The umbrella handle flips over.

Press down with the momentum.

boom!

That blow landed squarely on Kajiwara Masazō's wrist joint.

"Ah, Kajiwara Masazo let out a short scream, and his five fingers instantly loosened.

The dagger flew out of his hand, crashed onto the stone steps with a thud, and spun twice before coming to a stop.

But it's not over yet.

Kiryu Yaya has taken another step forward.

The tip of the umbrella is pushed forward.

point!

The precise location is slightly above Kajiwara Masazō's chest.

That blow was like a muffled hammer blow, interrupting his breathing.

Kajiwara Masazō's eyes widened suddenly, and his body leaned backward uncontrollably.

He also tried to grab the bag.

But Kiryu Yaya's movements were even faster.

The umbrella flipped over and rose horizontally.

The handbag's handle was suddenly hooked and lifted by the umbrella ribs—

Snapped!

The black handbag slipped from his hand and crashed heavily onto the stone steps in front of the clubhouse. The zipper, which had already been torn open, finally burst open completely.

Splash!

The contents inside, like shattered secrets, were all spilled out.

A night breeze blew by.

Papers, cards, keys, and notebooks were scattered all over the stone steps and the ground.