Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

How could you—

"Lend me a wooden sword." Before he could react, Uesugi Kai pulled the wooden sword from his back and hurried towards his home.

"Wang Wang!"

Ah Chai excitedly followed, leaving the uncle standing there alone.

With a "snap".

Sakakibara slapped his thigh and realized that calling him "master" meant he was being treated like a tool.

They grabbed the wooden sword and ran away—they were incredibly fast.

After thinking it over, Uncle Sakakibara smiled again at the receding figure ahead, put his hands on his hips, and said smugly:

"As expected of my beloved disciple, he acts decisively. Once I take him to Tokyo, I'll see if that Hanamaru guy still dares to act so arrogantly in front of me with his swordsmanship talent! Hahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

As he spoke, the uncle couldn't help but cover his face and burst into laughter again.

###Chapter 213 A-Zhao is just an ordinary high school student###

A group of people dressed in black started rummaging through their belongings without hesitation.

They ransacked the place, taking away anything they found, even the smallest amount of cash or valuable electronic devices. They even seemed to want to take away a very old-fashioned television.

The middle-aged man with the fierce look didn't make any move. He just sat in front of the old lady Uesugi, leisurely drinking tea and listening to the sounds of his men rummaging through the Uesugi family's belongings.

"I heard that the Uesugi family plans to sell oranges on their own."

He glanced at the unhurried old lady Uesugi and spoke slowly.

"Your oranges sell so well, but the agricultural association is suppressing the purchase price, and those guys are getting all the benefits. If I were in that situation, I definitely wouldn't be happy either."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I just wanted to have a simple chat. We are law-abiding citizens, and everything we do is based on evidence."

As he was speaking with a sneer, a young man in a black suit suddenly walked in from outside the door, bent down beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then handed him a piece of crimson jade that he was holding in his hand.

The middle-aged man frowned, waved his hand to send his underlings away, looked at the old lady Uesugi, smiled again, and said:

"It seems we can only bother you this far, what a pity."

Grandma Uesugi saw the crimson magatama and said, "Don't you think it's shameless of you to steal a little girl's pendant?"

"Oh dear, there's nothing we can do about it."

The middle-aged man chuckled twice, then held the pendant up to his eyes and shook it slightly. "Such a large family as the Uesugi family doesn't seem to have anything of value. Apart from the 235 million yen in cash in your room, madam, this pendant is the only thing that looks valuable."

The light from outside reflected onto the crimson magatama.

Warm, smooth, and vibrant—all the brilliance emanates from this nearly perfect piece of red jade.

He rested his chin on his hand, admiring it more and more as he looked at it, then clenched it in his palm. "It looks like it's been around for a while. With this color and texture, it should sell for over 1000 million at those bosses."

"Speaking of which, old lady, you really dote on that pretty little girl, you're actually willing to give her such an expensive gift."

"You shouldn't resort to violence when collecting debts, right?"

"Hehe, don't worry, we are all civilized people. We will only take things and will not hurt anyone."

The middle-aged man with fierce eyes glanced at the old lady Uesugi and then stood up.

He straightened his clothes, then bowed slightly to the elderly Mrs. Uesugi sitting upright in front of him, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"I apologize for any inconvenience caused by your unexpected visit today. Takako Uesugi"

After saying that, without looking at the old lady's expression, he quickly waved to his younger brother and strode out of the reception room.

On the veranda, a group of people gathered, and as Hirabayashi Mikio stepped out the door, they all nodded to him.

He glanced at the sky, then turned his gaze to the scattered flowers and plants in the courtyard, and curled his lip in disapproval.

"Tch, they actually called the police. All that talk they gave me didn't scare that old woman at all."

"Besides the 253 million, what else did you find?" he asked his henchmen as he strode toward the gate.

"One PS5 game console, one tablet computer, and five mobile phones."

"anything else?"

"That's all, and the other things are too difficult to move."

"Tsk, the old woman is quite good at hiding her true colors."

"Boss, that's not enough!" a lean man said to the middle-aged man. "We've only found a little over 200 million!"

"Would I let you take this 235 million if it wasn't enough?"

Taking money directly from someone else's house is not called debt collection, it's called robbery.

Hirabayashi Mikio picked up the crimson magatama in his hand and said to the lean man, "Selling this thing will be more than enough for our next round of startup capital."

"President, are you really leaving?" The lean man seemed somewhat reluctant.

Hirabayashi Kanon glared at him: "Still saying this even now? If you don't leave, you're waiting for the police to put a bracelet on you and wish you a long and happy life together?"

"**!" The lean man muttered under his breath, "That Uesugi Jiro is completely unruly; he insisted on calling the police."

“That just proves he’s a smart man,” Hirabayashi Mikio said with a grim face, clenching the magatama in his hand again. “But since he’s recruiting police, we might as well go all out and do it somewhere else. This money and stuff will just be interest.”

"President... actually, the interest from last month hasn't been paid back to the client yet."

"What!?" Hirabayashi Mikio immediately stopped in his tracks, glaring fiercely at the lean man. "What have you been doing? Didn't I tell you to take a portion of the principal each month to pay the interest?"

"It seems the big investor... is planning to retire from this business... and this time he wants to get his principal back too..."

"trouble."

Hirabayashi Mikio looked displeased and quickened his pace again.

Now he just wants to leave this place as soon as possible, to get away before the police arrive, and to find a new place to start his business.

A moment later, the dozen or so of them stopped in the front yard of the Uesugi family's house.

Because the doorway was blocked by someone, the two men who were guarding the door were already lying on the ground, their daggers flying backwards to the ground in the distance, gleaming.

Even a fool could tell that these two guys had been knocked unconscious.

The lean man's gaze lingered on his companion in the black suit and the knife-wielding youth, his expression revealing barely concealed surprise.

"Hey, seriously? Are Miyagi and Hatta really that useless? They can't even beat high school kids playing with wooden swords?"

Unlike the lean man's surprise, Hirabayashi Mikio frowned and said in a deep voice:

"If you don't want to be crippled, get out of my way right now."

"Put your things down, and you can leave." Uesugi Kai saw the group carrying a PS5 game console, a bag of money, and Hanabi's tablet.

The crimson jade thread was still held in the hand of the man standing at the very front.

Love isn't something you collect a debt from; it's something you steal.

"Hey, hey, hey, no way, no way!"

The wiry man let out an incredulous sneer and shouted, "You brat!! Get your facts straight!! Which side has more people right now!? Holding a wooden sword, have you been reading too many comics!?"

As he spoke, he pulled a dagger from his pocket and charged forward.

"Inner well."

Hirabayashi Mikio's right hand blocked his chest.

The lean man named Uchida glanced at his company president, who had a fierce look in his eyes, and then shrank back.

"I'll repeat myself, move aside."

Uesugi Kai knew they hadn't brought guns, not even long-handled weapons.

—Based on the information he had, these guys were probably here to collect debts because of his uncle's matter. So what if they're collecting debts? These days, there are plenty of debt collectors.

But what's the logic behind snatching things directly and then rushing to leave?

Unless—they are afraid of something.

Uesugi Kai has now decided not to let them leave; beating them all up here is the best way to handle the situation.

"Hey! You brat!" the skinny man shouted, getting angrier the more he looked at him. What the hell was that wooden knife?

Uesugi Kai took a step forward, his right hand gripping a wooden sword:

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, aren't you tired of chattering? If you had put your things down earlier, you could have left. Now, I'm not letting you pass."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Hirabayashi Mikio was very decisive. Seeing that he still wouldn't move aside, he directly told his men to put down what they were holding.

In front of Uesugi Kai was a sea of ​​black suits. Hirabayashi Mikio was the first to pull out his finely crafted short stick from his belt and fling it outwards with force.

The silver metallic plating immediately shimmered with a dazzling light.

He's not the kind of person who just orders his subordinates to do things.

Without further ado, Hirabayashi Mikio strode forward, dragging his baton, and delivered a horizontal strike to Uesugi Kai's arm.

He wasn't some nobody; he was a local tyrant who had been roaming around Songshan City for a long time. Since dropping out of junior high school and starting out on the streets, he had always climbed up step by step, during which time he had seen countless ruthless characters of all kinds and countless expressionless Yakuza leaders who stepped on other people's heads.

The numerous hideous scars on his body are testaments to his experience and ruthlessness in countless armed brawls.

He disliked rambling and preferred to do things personally. Whether it was collecting debts or lending money, he always had that fierce look in his eyes, so that those guys would know—this guy was not to be trifled with.

The muscular arms hidden beneath the sleeves of his dark suit were enough for him to take down six or seven people at once!

As for that high school student blocking the door?

Hirabayashi Mikio didn't even bother to be dismissive; all he needed to do was deliver a devastating blow to his fragile, naive heart, and he would realize he was standing in the wrong place.

That kind of pain that suffocates the lungs, paralyzes the nerves, and causes muscle spasms—this tender little guy...heh...he must never have experienced it.

Hirabayashi Mikio, with his robust physique, strode closer, swinging his finely crafted steel rod forcefully at Uesugi Kai's wrist, which was gripping a wooden sword.

In an instant, my ears were filled with the whistling sound of something cutting through the air.

Seeing that his boss didn't directly hit him on the head, the lean man Uchida knew that his boss wanted to teach him a lesson.

He genuinely didn't understand how a high school student, armed with a wooden knife, could be so confident as to gamble with the door of a dozen or so adults.