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

The Huacheng family is not afraid of a medium-sized Yakuza organization.

But the Huacheng family has no background in politics, so the old aunt has to face not just one Yakuza enemy, but a combination of the Yakuza and the bureaucracy.

She has been really tired these years and has done everything she can.

You did a great job, now let me help you!

"boom!"

There were flashes of lightning and thunder, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

Iinuma Isao came to the three-story building.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Several people who had been prepared rushed out of the building, each holding a baseball bat and an iron pipe.

Iinuma Isao said nothing, but silently made the gesture of raising his teeth.

The leader on the opposite side was an old man holding a samurai sword. He directly took an upper-level starting stance and shouted in a deep voice at the young man holding a bamboo sword in an attacking posture: "Okay, you are the most courageous man I have ever seen!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You're welcome."

After the greetings, Iinuma Isao pushed off the ground with his feet and exerted force instantly.

His entire body turned into an afterimage, and the bamboo sword pierced through the rain curtain, cutting off the heavy rain that formed a rain line, creating a visual effect of separating the rain curtain.

The person standing closest to him thrust forward with a steel pipe.

"boom!"

When the bamboo sword collided with the steel pipe, sparks flew.

The man's palm felt numb and cracked, and he could hardly hold the steel pipe steadily.

Iinuma Isao jumped forward and at the same time kicked him straight in the chin.

The man flew backwards instantly and hit the door of the small building, knocking the wooden door down.

The screams he made before he fell into coma scared many people in the Red Snapper Group.

"let me!"

The old man shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up suddenly and swung his samurai sword straight down from the air.

Facing this thunderous blow, Iinuma Isao swung the bamboo sword in his hand upwards, and with a "ping" sound, amazing sparks burst out in the air.

To outsiders, the two sides seem to be evenly matched.

But the old man knew in his heart that his full-strength sword was easily blocked by the young man. Moreover, his strength was completely diverted to the side by the young man, causing his body to tilt to the side!

This guy has great power...

The old man was startled and quickly turned his wrist. As his body fell down, the samurai sword slashed diagonally forward.

Iinuma Isao leaned back to avoid the knife.

When the old man was about to fall to the ground, he used one hand to support the ground to keep his center of gravity, and then swept a whip kick towards the boy's leg.

"Fancy!"

Iinuma Isao held the hilt of the knife with one hand and swept it horizontally under his feet.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The pain of having his calf bones chopped off made the old man howl miserably.

The remaining few people had obvious fear in their eyes, but they did not dare to flee in the face of the enemy, so they could only charge forward.

For Isao Iinuma, attacking these minor characters was as easy as playing a game.

Holding a knife in one hand, he walked leisurely among the crowd. One after another, the Yakuza members rushed forward and fell down wounded. It was just like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, sending them off one by one.

Soon, he killed his way through the first floor of the small building and headed straight for the entrance of the dojo.

In the dojo, the Ito father and son and the swordsman Tomita were watching the situation closely.

After passing the entrance, the corridor leading to the dojo is quite small, with about twenty people crammed in there.

Every time Iinuma Isao took a step forward, they took a step back.

"Don't retreat, hurry up, come on!" The eldest master's voice came from the dojo.

Everyone knows that these people cannot hurt Iinuma Isao, their only role is to consume his physical strength.

"I kill you!"

A large man in the hallway yelled.

He used his shoulder to block a blow from Iinuma Isao, and after a scream, he immediately grabbed the bamboo sword with both hands and shouted, "I've got his weapon, hurry up...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, Iinuma Isao kicked him in the neck with a side kick, sending him flying out of the corridor.

The person who had just rushed up because of his shout was stunned.

Oh no, we need to retreat!

But the people behind us are all our own people, how can we retreat?

Iinuma Isao kicked a man away and without stopping, he rushed towards the crowd in front of him.

Just like the swordsman in the sword-fighting movies who killed the random soldiers, the bamboo sword just swept through every person who rushed over. He walked forward step by step, constantly knocking the people in front of him out of the corridor, and no one could stop him.

After killing their way through this corridor, more people surrounded them.

After all, this is the Red Snapper Group's home base, and it's late at night, so almost 80% of the people are here.

As the space became wider, Iinuma Isao's fighting style became more aggressive.

Someone swung a knife at him, but he dodged it and stabbed him in the face with his backhand, causing blood to flow all over.

The person standing in front of him was scared and wanted to escape, so he picked up a wooden stool and smashed it on the other person's back, causing the other person to howl in pain louder than thunder.

The encirclement was quickly broken and Iinuma Isao rushed straight into the dojo.

"You go call people, I'll contact the police station. Mr. Tomita, I'll leave him to you." Team leader Ito said with a gloomy face.

"give it to me!"

Tomita leaped forward and landed steadily in front of Iinuma Isao.

The small sword was unsheathed.

The knife was swift and vicious, without any warning.

Iinuma Isao, who had just escaped from the encirclement, saw a cold light flashing from the corner of his eye.

The blade emitted a cold green light in the air.

He reacted quickly, turning around suddenly and dodging, and the blade that was stabbing at him diagonally only scratched his arm lightly.

Just a cut and a bloody gash appeared on the arm.

"Tomita Ryu is really insidious!" Iinuma Isao looked at the wound.

Tomita looked at him expressionlessly: "I heard that you defeated Kato. No doubt that guy must have been too arrogant. If it were me, I would not give you a chance. I would kill you as soon as the battle starts..."

"Then let's give it a try!" Iinuma Isao smiled slightly.

"boom!"

There was lightning and thunder outside the window.

The lights on the ceiling of the dojo were also flickering.

In the flickering light, Tomita held the ghostly little sword, with the tip of the sword drooping slightly and leaning to the right, and smiled: "What I am best at is body movement. Even the footsteps of ninjas are not as varied as mine. Are you ready to be fooled by me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body rushed forward.

Iinuma Isao decided to fight quickly and decisively.

After all, the old aunt was still in the police interrogation room, and Angel was waiting for news from him, so he didn't want to delay it too long.

So he closed his eyes.

Tomita's figure rushing forward suddenly twisted, and appeared on his left the next second.

Swing the knife!

"boom!"

Fireworks burst out again.

With the blessing of the mind's eye talent, Iinuma Isao's perception of the surroundings has been enhanced by more than one level.

Even the slightest movement will be magnified by him; even the fastest attack will turn into slow motion.

"Ok?"

Tomita was slightly stunned.

The first knife was caught, which made him a little angry, and then he continued to swing the knife at lightning speed.

But every one of his sword attacks was blocked.

The sound of "dangdangdangdang" echoed above the dojo, like the sound of hammering iron.

"You guy..."

A look of astonishment appeared on Tomita's face.

"Nothing special..." Iinuma Isao slowly opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "In terms of strength, you are not even as good as Kato Ryota. You are just a fool who thinks he is invincible because he has a good sword!"

“You, you bastard!” Tomita’s face was distorted, and he rushed forward with his sword raised. “How dare you be so arrogant with a bamboo sword in your hand! If I hit you once, you’ll be finished, ahhh——”

In the middle of the dojo, the figures of the two fighting parties collided rapidly like a ghostly dance.

The kodachi is swift and strange, with the blade slashing horizontally, cutting backwards, and swirling; the bamboo sword opens and closes wildly, slashing horizontally, chopping, and stabbing. These two completely different sword styles are performing a duel of life and death.

Looking at the battle in front of him, Team Leader Ito's heart was gradually overwhelmed by a sense of frustration.

He had been planning and preparing for a long time to deal with the Huacheng family.

The first step was done quite well.