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

The boy had plenty of time to dodge.

"boom!"

Team leader Ito fired another shot.

Not only did the shot miss the target, but the boy used his body skills to move within two meters of him.

"you you……"

Team leader Ito was a little panicked.

Just as he raised his hand and prepared to pull the trigger for the third time, the boy's figure suddenly jumped over.

"Shh!"

The sharp samurai sword emits a cool white light in the darkness.

A good sword, when it meets the right swordsman, will produce pleasant harmony.

This thrilling tremor resounded throughout the dojo, and the boy's upward and downward chopping movements were swift and smooth, completed in one go.

The knife light flashed through the darkness like a white dragon, drawing a half-moon arc.

Team leader Ito's eyes narrowed.

The speed and power of the young man's sword increased to an incredible level in an instant, and the spirit of deciding life and death with one sword was displayed to the fullest in an instant.

After a moment, Team Leader Ito shuddered and let out a terrible howl.

"Oh, my hand—"

The silver pistol fell to the ground, and his hand holding the gun handle was neatly cut off at the wrist.

"boom!"

Lightning flashed outside the window again.

In the sky full of lightning, the figure of the young man standing with a knife was illuminated again.

The figure wearing a long kimono and holding a sharp sword looked like a swordsman who walked out of a period drama.

"You, you, you can't kill me..." Team leader Ito was terrified. He held his severed hand, wailing while trying his best to reason, "You are still young, don't go down the path of crime! If you kill me, you will never be able to turn back, you will definitely go to jail, and the police will never let you go..."

A gangster boss can only rely on the police to threaten him.

It's quite ironic.

Isao Iinuma stood in front of him, looking down at him.

“Ha, ha, ha…” Team Leader Ito laughed and took a breath of cold air. “You beat me up and cut off one of my hands, so you better let me go… Unless, unless you want to spend more than ten years in prison and then, after you get out, step into the Yakuza like me, you can’t kill me!”

"I can't become a yakuza." Iinuma Isao said seriously, "Otherwise, my mother might really beat me to death."

"...Then, let me go!" Team leader Ito trembled in pain.

"Let you go? How is that possible?" Iinuma Isao sneered and said condescendingly, "I'm here for revenge, okay? How can I let you go if I'm not allowed to vent my anger? Just because I don't kill you doesn't mean I won't torture you!"

"How are you going to torture me?" asked Team Leader Ito with a pale face.

As soon as he finished speaking, outside the dojo, the eldest son returned with a group of policemen.

"Father, I'm back! Police officers, this guy came to our house to cause trouble and injured so many people..."

The eldest son was jumping up and down at the door.

Iinuma Isao suddenly bent down and looked at Team Leader Ito: "This disgusting guy is your son, right? Let me think about it, killing your last son with your own hands must be an extremely painful thing... This way, you can also taste the torment that Auntie Anzi has suffered in the past two years. Well, it's settled."

Team leader Ito roared: "You little beast, are you kidding me! I'm going to make you..."

When the police came, he felt confident.

After no longer being threatened with death, he felt that he was able to recover. Just as he was about to yell at Iinuma Isao, the boy took out a stick from somewhere and waved it in front of him.

Disposable hypnotic stick, activated!

The next second, Team Leader Ito picked up the gun on the ground in a daze.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he pointed the gun at his son as if he was hypnotized.

"Eh?"

The eldest son was stunned.

"Dad, what are you..."

"boom!"

Blood spurted out.

There was a bloody bullet hole right in the middle of the eldest son's forehead.

The police officers who had just rushed in and had not yet understood what had happened were all stunned. After a brief moment of confusion, the one who seemed to be the most senior officer raised his gun and shouted at Team Leader Ito: "Put down your gun!"

The next moment, Team Leader Ito woke up.

Looking at his son's body, he was stunned and instantly overwhelmed by a huge feeling of exhaustion.

Then the gun went off again.

As soon as my son left, my father's ideas began to come to mind.

Iinuma Isao frowned and looked at the person who fired the gun.

"Shibuya Police Station, Chief of Police!" The man held a Japanese police standard pistol in one hand and displayed a police ID with a chrysanthemum pattern in the other.

"He has no intention of attacking, why kill him?" asked Iinuma Isao.

The police chief put away his gun and walked over slowly. "The criminal is armed with a deadly weapon and is capable of using it. As a police officer, I must make the right judgment and not let him endanger the life and safety of any citizen."

These words were flawless.

Iinuma Isao then asked, "Then why did you hit him in the head? As a police officer, don't you understand that hitting the criminal's arms, legs or torso will make him incapable of moving? If you kill the criminal by hitting him in the head directly, he will die, which is equivalent to directly interrupting the clues for the investigation!"

"It was too dark, I couldn't aim more accurately, this is my fault!" The police chief said calmly, then quickly changed the subject, looking at him and said: "You are so young and you can dismantle a group by yourself, it's amazing, you will definitely be a legend!"

Iinuma Isao shrugged, too lazy to even compliment him.

The police chief heaved a long sigh of relief and shouted to his subordinates behind him, "Come here, take these people back for investigation, and ask the hospital to come and take the injured for treatment."

A large number of neatly dressed police officers poured into the dojo.

After confirming that the scene was under his control, the police chief made a phone call to inform the other side that they could take action. Then he turned his attention back to Iinuma Isao, put on the face of an elder, and said earnestly: "Young man, you know, just based on what happened tonight, I can arrest you and put you in a youth prison for a while. However, considering that you are still young and the other party is a yakuza, I will not pursue your criminal responsibility."

"Oh?" Iinuma Isao smiled, "So I should thank you?"

"You don't have to thank me!" The police chief shook his head and said arrogantly, "Study hard in the future, and don't worry about things that are not your business. Just know this. Well, there is nothing for you to do here. I'll have someone take you to Shibuya Police Station to pick up Mrs. Huacheng and take you back together."

"What's wrong with Aunt Anzi?" Iinuma Isao's eyes turned cold.

"Please come back and investigate some things. Don't be nervous. As long as you behave yourself and keep a low profile, this is not a big deal..."

Iinuma Isao looked at him deeply before turning around and following a policeman out.

The most important thing right now is to pick up the old lady.

As for this police chief, I’ll put him in a sack and give him a good beating within three days, otherwise I won’t feel satisfied!

Not long after the boy went out, the police chief also left in a hurry.

He drove a police car, honking his siren all the way, and soon arrived at the Asakusa area. He went into a private club and never came out again.

■

In the Minato District, Officer Higurashi received a reply from his superior and led his men towards the abandoned factory ahead.

The guard at the door noticed the police coming and was about to notify his accomplices inside, but the entire factory suddenly went dark and the power supply was cut off.

The workers in the workshop were shocked.

When the noise outside became louder and out of control, many people realized what was happening. They didn't even bother to destroy the raw materials. Everyone took advantage of the chaos to flee, hoping to escape the police under the cover of darkness.

But their identities had already been on a list.

In the night rain, Hanashiro Iori looked at the chaotic arrest scene, his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Whoo~"

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The pleasure of revenge made her, who always thought highly of herself, couldn't help but smile happily.

■

Taito-ku, Asakusa.

Unlike Shibuya, there aren't that many tall buildings here.

The buildings on both sides of the road are mostly two or three-story wooden buildings.

Wires crisscrossed overhead like a spider web.

Rows of low houses are scattered along the streets and the banks of the Sumida River.

The flying eaves and glazed tiles, the wooden fences and paper windows, and the bluestone pavement reflecting the firelight make people feel as if they have returned to the Edo period. Only the electronic signs and red electronic lanterns on both sides of the road remind people that this is still the 21st century.

It was already late at night, but there were still many pedestrians walking on the commercial street.

Most of the pedestrians were men who were out looking for women. The few women were held tightly by their sides in seductive postures.

This is Yoshiwara in the Asakusa area.

It is the largest flower street in Tokyo besides Kabukicho.

Greasy middle-aged men wandered the streets, occasionally lifting the curtain of a store to look at the girls displayed like commodities. Everything was as lively and decadent as usual.

But tonight, a different scene appeared on this street.

"Da da!"

The heavy wooden clogs made a crisp sound as they landed on the stone road.

People looked over curiously.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman appeared in my sight.

She has long, holy silver-white hair tied behind her head with a red rope.

The eyes were covered with black cloth, but the exposed part still showed that it was a flawless face.