Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Officer Higurashi stood in the middle and tried to persuade them kindly, but was met with laughter from the other side.

One of the guys, in a suit, rummaged through his briefcase and pulled out a document.

In the rain, he walked towards Iinuma Isao and Hanashiro Iori, took out the document and waved it in front of them: "I am the legal advisor of Ito Real Estate. I will be responsible for communicating and handling the property dispute between Ito Real Estate and the Hanashiro family."

Iinuma looked at the document and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"Well, from now on, this place is under the control of Ito Real Estate." The lawyer put the documents back into the briefcase and said slowly: "If you have any objections to the contract, you can go to court to file a lawsuit. If you win the lawsuit, you can naturally take back this mansion. But before that, everything here is ours."

Only those who have been involved in a lawsuit know how troublesome and time-consuming the process is.

Ordinary property disputes take at least half a year.

Do you think that's the end?

It's still far away.

The appeal part of Japan's civil litigation system adopts a three-instance final instance system.

That is to say, once the first-instance judgment has been made, if you are not satisfied with it, you can file a second lawsuit; if you are not satisfied with the second-instance judgment, you can also file a third lawsuit against the omissions in the second-instance process.

After the final judgment is made, one can still maliciously delay it for another year or two before facing compulsory execution.

There is a long and tedious process from application to execution for compulsory enforcement.

This process took at least three years.

In other words, if the ownership of the Huacheng family mansion is handed over tonight, the old aunt and the angel will not be able to return home in the next three years.

Iinuma took a deep breath and looked at the lawyer: "Have you bought personal accident insurance for yourself?"

"With the police here, I don't have to worry about that." The lawyer smiled slightly, glanced at Officer Higurashi, and then looked at the excavator. "Besides, that gentleman will take special care of you, so I'm not afraid."

Next to the excavator stood a person with a particularly outstanding temperament.

He was in his thirties, with a deep scar on his face and a strong presence.

There is no Red Snapper Group's logo on their clothes, so they must have been foreign recruits.

This person was also looking at Iinuma Isao with a fierce look, not hiding his malicious intention to cause trouble.

A slight ominous feeling passed through Iinuma Isao's heart.

This ominous aura was not given by the scarred man, but by the small sword in his hand.

There was a faint black mist surrounding the knife, with faint flashes of blood in the mist, a bit like the murderous aura emanating from Kato Ryota's Shurado.

"There seems to be the breath of an evil spirit in that sword." Hanashiro Iori suddenly came over and whispered in Iinuma Isao's ear, "It should be that after the sword's spirit died, the will remaining in the blade was lured by killing and blood, and turned into a demon spirit... Of course, this is just my guess, don't take it seriously. After all, this era is not fifteen years ago..."

"What happened fifteen years ago?"

"Ghosts and monsters are everywhere."

"Why is it gone now?"

"You'd have to ask your crazy mother."

Iinuma Isao turned around and looked at her face, which was still delicate and bright in the dim light, and said seriously, "Don't scold her, or I will beat you up!"

Hanashiro Iori shrugged boredly.

Then, perhaps feeling unhappy, she stuck out her tongue slightly.

The bucket of the crane suddenly turned quickly.

"careful!"

Iinuma Isao suddenly picked her up and turned around quickly.

Hanashiro Iori, who was being protected in front of him, only heard a "whoosh" sound.

A foul smell suddenly surged in the air, and some kind of foul-smelling black soil tilted down from the bucket of the excavator and fell behind the two men.

"Oops, sorry, I didn't see you guys here!" The excavator driver stuck his head out and said with an embarrassed look on his face, "This soil seems to be dug out from the bottom of a septic tank. It smells a bit, but it's not dirty. Don't be disgusted..."

Several people nearby also laughed meaninglessly.

Their purpose originally included enraging this fighting-capable young man.

Huacheng Iori was silent for a few seconds and his face turned pale instantly.

……Disgusting.

The black, smelly mud was wet by the rain and turned into slurry, flowing down the slope and staining her shoes.

Some black mud splashed onto the uppers of my shoes and calves.

Iinuma Isao bent down, put one hand behind her knees, and with the other hand, grabbed her back and picked her up by the waist.

He avoided the smelly black mud on the ground, walked along the lawn beside him, walked through the rain and night, and came to the knocked down gate.

The rain suddenly got heavier.

At this time, the angel's face struggled.

She seemed to want to show her original nonchalant smile, but no matter how hard she tried, it looked a little forced. Finally, she was too lazy to pretend anymore and gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to go back and take a shower, you beat up these people!"

She originally wanted to make more thorough preparations before letting Iinuma Isao take action.

But what happened tonight exceeded the limits of the beautiful girl's patience.

She couldn't swallow this breath.

Now, she just wants to see a river of blood!

"Roger that!"

Iinuma put her down.

The girl trotted all the way to the backyard, leaving black footprints along the way.

Isao Iinuma turned around silently and looked at the people next to the excavator. He reached behind his back and pulled out the bamboo sword from the system.

Just as he grasped the hilt of the sword, he suddenly felt that only by hitting with his fist could he vent his anger. The bamboo sword appeared and disappeared again.

"I say, you have to endure..." Officer Higurashi said.

Iinuma Isao glanced at him sideways.

The boy had a blank expression on his face, his lips pursed into a straight line as if he was holding a razor blade.

Officer Higurashi sighed and said helplessly: "I'll watch from here, both of you should restrain yourself, otherwise I will shoot..."

Being a police officer can be quite frustrating sometimes.

The rain got heavier.

The sky was dark, with lightning and thunder.

Listening to the heavy rain and looking at the person opposite him, Iinuma Isao felt as calm as water.

He has always been clear-headed.

No matter how much you learn, how much you understand, or how capable you are, isn't the purpose of not being a coward at a time like this?

As long as he is alive, he will not compromise and will not endure humiliation.

As long as he is alive, no one can change his will.

Seeing him coming over unarmed, the driver of the excavator and four other people immediately surrounded him.

The eyes of both parties collided in the rain.

Officer Higurashi, who was watching from the sidelines, felt the air as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

Also, that kid looked arrogant and fierce, as if he had no regard for the law...

The man closest to me shouted "kisama" and hit me with his fist.

Iinuma Isao bent down slightly and pounced like a cheetah.

The sound of the wind breaking caused by the body resounded like thunder among the cherry trees in the rain.

The man obviously didn't expect that he could be so powerful with his bare hands, and in a hurry, he punched him on the head with a straight punch.

"careful!"

The swordsman from the Tomita family suddenly shouted.

But it's too late!

The straight punch hit Iinuma Isao's head.

He dodged by turning his body, his body quickly approaching.

The person who threw the punch dodged hastily, and the young man followed quickly. In an instant, two straight punches flew out like the wind and hit the person's chest fiercely. Before he could scream, the young man flew over and kneed him in the chin, and the next second followed up with an elbow to the head.

"Bang, bang!"

Two consecutive muffled sounds.

In just a few seconds, the muscular man who had been so aggressive just now was already lying on the ground twitching.

Before the other few people could react, the powerful young man took advantage of the situation and attacked with a fighting style similar to Muay Thai, using a few whip kicks and straight punches to knock them all down.

"you……"

The excavator driver was a little dazed after being beaten.

...You were said to be a kendo genius, how come you are so good at fighting with bare hands?

Iinuma Isao looked at him and slapped him.

"Snapped!"

The excavator driver's mind flickered.

Then, without anyone noticing, Iinuma Isao drew out his bamboo sword and cut across the front of his cheek.

"what--"

The excavator driver screamed.

The blood traces went from his left cheek to the right, across the middle of his nose and onto his right cheek. The blood from the horizontal wound covered his face like a red mask. He touched the blood on his face, stared blankly at his red palm, looked at the boy, and kept muttering:

"Uh, you, don't blame me, I had no choice..."

Iinuma Isao was too lazy to talk nonsense and knocked him out with a knife.