I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"Young man, I'm warning you, don't go looking for trouble... Ugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy!

The ceiling is under your feet, and tatami mats are above your head.

In that instant, Qingdeng grabbed his collar, then spun around and used his shoulder as a fulcrum to throw him away—a very skillful over-the-shoulder throw.

The fat man's bulky body was as light as hay in Qing Deng's hands.

Qingdeng lifted his feet off the ground without lifting a finger.

Its body drew an arc in mid-air before crashing heavily into the doorway leading to the corridor.

Door panels made of paper and wood are quite fragile.

Sure enough, with a loud "bang," the fat man's head smashed through the door, and with his belly as the dividing line, he was stuck in the door panel. He didn't even have time to let out a wail before he passed out.

Qingdeng had absolutely no liking for the likes of the Yakuza.

Seeing that the other party was refusing to listen to reason and was about to suffer the consequences, he didn't bother to say another word and went straight for the kill.

Qing Deng's sudden action silenced the scene.

Shikisaki Kiyomi sat there blankly.

The pretty woman playing the "mother" screamed and shrank into a corner of the room.

The fat man's companions were taken aback at first, then gritted their teeth and glared at Qing Deng.

The Kiryu boss shook his head with a wry smile, looking like he knew it.

The first person to break the silence was the owner of this brothel.

A bald, middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes rushed to the scene. Looking at the fat man stuck in the door, he cried out in despair:

"Guests! Please don't fight..."

Before he could finish speaking, a money bag flew out from the side and landed squarely in his arms.

"Take my money and step aside."

After saying that, Qingdeng turned to look at the fat man's companions.

"If you don't want to suffer, then get out of here. Remember to take your boss with you. We're not responsible for dealing with such a large piece of trash."

Qingdeng believed he had been as friendly as possible.

Unfortunately... the other party didn't buy it.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

Someone drew a wakizashi from his waist and lunged at Qingdeng with a howl.

His courageous attack set a good example.

Following him, the others drew their weapons and attacked Qingdeng from different directions.

The attacker gripped the hilt of his knife tightly with both hands and, using the momentum of his charge, thrust it straight at Qing Deng's chest.

His speed was decent, but before he could get close, Qingdeng vanished from his spot.

A moment later, the hem of his haori, billowing high, filled his field of vision—Aoto appeared in front of him, less than 30cm away.

Qing Deng did not employ any sophisticated or complex combat techniques.

He simply steadied himself and threw a straight punch.

Of course, no matter how ordinary a move is, it will unleash tremendous power in Qing Deng's hands!

Qingdeng's fist struck his opponent squarely in the stomach, leaving a clear and deep fist mark.

"Pfft...! Cough cough! Cough cough cough! Ugh, ugh ugh ugh ugh...!"

Accompanied by a series of vomiting sounds, the other person covered the area where they had been hit and vomited violently, as if trying to empty their entire stomach, even vomiting a lot of bile.

To make himself feel better, he lay on his side, bending over like a shrimp.

After paying the full amount of compensation to his boss, Qingdeng had no more worries and was able to act completely without restraint.

In fact, for Qingdeng, dealing with these Yakuza who had neither rich combat experience nor outstanding skills was just a waste of time and posed no challenge whatsoever.

There were only four opponents. After two of them fell, the last two remaining—one wielding a katana and the other a jitte—launched a pincer attack on Qing Deng from the left and right.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The man holding the katana raised it above his head.

Whether it was nervousness or lack of skill, his stance was a mess. His chin was sticking out too far forward, and although his feet were in place, he forgot to put his waist and buttocks behind him.

Qingdeng seized this opening, and with a "whoosh," he moved to the side of his opponent.

In the next instant, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, using jujitsu techniques to throw him to the ground, where he fell flat on his back, seeing stars, and was unable to get up.

Just then, the last enemy... the guy with the jitte, seeing all his companions fall to the ground and he was the only one left, lost all will to fight.

The ten hands, raised halfway into the air, stopped, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Now that things have come to this, Qingdeng will naturally not let the other party off the hook.

In the blink of an eye, he leaped with powerful leg strength, and then, using the momentum of his fall, struck the other person squarely on the back of the neck with a chop to the neck—another unconscious person collapsed on the tatami mat.

In just seven or eight seconds, the group of Yakuza led by the fat man was wiped out without even touching a corner of Qingdeng's clothes.

It's not hard to see that Qing Deng showed mercy.

If they were to use their true abilities, none of the fat man and his companions would survive.

In Qingdeng's view, the sudden appearance of the Yakuza was nothing more than a trivial incident.

However, thanks to these guys, Aoto gained a deeper understanding of Shikizaki Kiyoshi's current situation—his predicament was even more depraved than he had imagined.

Not only did they linger in Yoshiwara, but they also ended up owing money to the Yakuza.

For ordinary people, owing money to the Yakuza is an extremely dangerous thing.

To force you to repay your debts, the inhuman Yakuza would gladly trample on all laws and moral principles, including but not limited to: forcing you to work in the mines and selling all the women of marriageable age in your household.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, ordinary people would not borrow money from the Yakuza.

If Qingdeng hadn't shown up in time and helped him today, he would have really been captured and forced to work in the mines.

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Chapter 886 Ding! Qing Deng activates his money power! [5000]

Looking at the Yakuza soldiers who were all lying on the ground and posed no further threat, Qingdeng slowly said as he dismounted from his fighting stance:

"Alright, everyone who's in the way, shut up. Now, Shikisaki Sukeyuki, let's have a proper talk."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the spot where Shikisaki Kiyoshi had just been sitting—just a dozen seconds ago, there was still a living person sitting there.

But now, this place is deserted.

The beautiful woman playing the "mother" was still huddled in the corner of the room, looking at Qingdeng with a look of fear.

On the other hand, Shikizaki Kiyoshi... his figure has vanished without a trace.

Looking at the open window, Qingdeng instantly understood everything.

"Tachibana-kun, that guy got away."

As he spoke, Mr. Kiryu took a slight step and moved to Aoto's side.

Qingdeng glanced at the old man beside him, then at the wide-open window letting in a constant stream of cold wind, and said irritably:

"Mr. Kiryu, you must have seen him run away, right? Why didn't you catch him?"

Mr. Kiryu shrugged, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"No rush, does he think he can escape from our sight?"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Qingdeng—coincidentally, Qingdeng was also looking at him.

Their eyes met, and they both wore meaningful smiles.

……

……

"Huff...! Huff...! Huff...!"

Shiki Saki ran barefoot down the street, panting heavily.

Because he was in a hurry to escape, he grabbed a piece of clothing and draped it over himself as he jumped out of the window.

Only after he had run a long distance did he belatedly realize that the clothes he was wearing were the sleeves of "Mama"... that is, the courtesan's sleeves.

A man dressed as a woman running down the street—such a scene is naturally eye-catching.

Strange gazes were directed at him, and overwhelmed with shame, he covered his face with his sleeve and lowered his head.

If there were any caves around, he would want to crawl into them immediately.

However… strangely enough, although the stares of those around him made him extremely embarrassed, at the same time, he also felt a faint sense of pleasure…

In short, he didn't care about anything else in order to save his life.

He ran non-stop, first escaping Yoshiwara, then continuing his run towards the city.

Without a specific destination, they ran wherever there was a road; this is what is meant by "running away in a panic."

While fleeing in panic, he kept turning his head and eyes, scanning his surroundings and paying attention to everything around him, fearing that someone was following him, just like a frightened bird.

His long-distance running ability is only at the level of an average person.

Therefore, after a short while, his body began to emit strong protests and painful groans.

He only stopped when his lungs were swollen and painful, and his legs felt as heavy as lead.