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

How dishonorable!

People in the upper class would never fight and kill each other over a disagreement!

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up?" Iinuma Isao looked at the group of people.

The building materials dealers who were so aggressive just now were all avoiding eye contact and hesitating.

Big man?

Bullshit!

When I was very young, my mother told Iinuma Isao a truth - the "big shots" who hold high positions in Japan today are basically second or third generation sons who have inherited their father's business. They have no shortage of capable people, but they lack people with blood.

There are only a few ruthless and courageous people who have truly made their own way from scratch.

The reason is that during the lost thirty years, the path for the Japanese to move up in class was basically blocked.

Many things are present at birth and exist there; those that are not present at birth will never exist in this life.

The social structure is completely solidified, with the top class sitting back and relaxing, the middle class content with the status quo, and the bottom class lying down and doing nothing; how can a society that lacks vitality and competition give birth to heroes with blood?

Times make heroes...

Without the times, where would heroes come from?

A situation like today where a group of grown men are frightened by a teenager to the point that they dare not even breathe would have been impossible in the Showa era when martial virtue was abundant.

Humph, this guy is pretty good...

Huacheng Lizi nodded with satisfaction.

As a reserved and introverted female intellectual, she has long been dissatisfied with the increasingly effeminate and otaku-like men in Japan today. She can only feel intoxicated by a young samurai who is pure, innocent, passionate, indifferent to life and death, and extremely handsome.

"you you……"

The stubborn Saburo Tanaka raised his hand and pointed at Iinuma Isao.

Iinuma Isao pulled back with his hand again.

"Click——"

The sound of broken arm bones made several people shiver.

This time, Saburo Tanaka only had time to scream "Ah" before he fainted from the pain.

The expressions of the remaining suppliers changed drastically.

They were originally a loose alliance of interests. If there was no instigation behind the scenes, they would not collectively come to force the palace.

Make a fuss, it's best if you can eat the meat, if you can't, just let it go quickly, otherwise you will knock out your teeth like Tanaka-san...

Some people who were already neutral showed relieved smiles on their faces.

The situation seems to be improving.

In the heavy rain, one of the two big men who had been watching the show walked towards the young man.

"boom!"

The whole world suddenly turned white.

The fierce storm seemed to turn the world upside down, and the long sleeves of the women's mourning clothes were blown back.

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes were firm.

The strong wind messed up her clothes, but her bun was still neat and tidy, still noble and elegant.

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There was a sirens sound coming from the direction of the temple gate.

The police have arrived.

No, we can't let Ah Xun be taken away by the police...

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes turned cold and she glanced at her sister, thinking that even if she lost face and begged that little bitch sister, she would not let Axun be taken away by the police.

So she took a step forward and walked towards her sister.

then……

"Oh~"

My stepmother squatted down with a painful expression, and couldn't help rubbing her ankle with her little hands.

In her sight, the member of the Red Tai Group had already come in front of Iinuma Isao, and her heart began to lift.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ito Junfumi, from the Red Tai Group." He kept a smile on his face, looked at Iinuma Isao, and pointed to where Hanashiro Anzi was standing, "Madam's late husband is my nephew."

"What can I do for you?" asked Iinuma Isao calmly.

Ito Junwen raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sinister smile: "I saw what happened just now. You have a serious tendency towards violence. I'm afraid you are a complete delinquent. As a law-abiding citizen, I am very afraid of people like you, so I will cooperate with the police to send you to a youth prison for reform and discipline."

"I'm afraid you don't have this ability." Iinuma Isao smiled.

"Oh?" Ito Junwen pointed at the dead pig lying on the ground and said confidently, "You beat Mr. Tanaka severely in front of everyone. Everyone present can testify to this. How can you be so confident that you can get away with it?"

This is exactly what Huacheng Xingzi was worried about.

At Iinuma Isao's age, he doesn't need to bear criminal responsibility unless it's a serious criminal case such as murder or arson. But fighting and causing serious injuries to others is definitely a criminal case. Although he won't go to jail for it, he will definitely have a criminal record...

In Japan, if you have a criminal record, you will basically have no chance of getting into a good university!

Hanashiro Anzi had reasons to worry, but how could Iinuma Isao not have thought of this?

He turned to look at Hanashiro Iori on the side.

'Angel, it's your turn.'

The girl of unparalleled beauty came forward silently.

"Iori?"

My aunt and my younger sister-in-law both expressed doubts.

Huacheng Caiyu glanced at her cousin, then looked away in boredom, like a typical rebellious little girl.

"Little sister, what do you want to do?" Ito Junwen narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully: "It's not your turn yet, just wait, someone who likes you will come to find you..."

Huacheng Iori also ignored him.

Under the gaze of everyone, she squatted down, grabbed Tanaka Saburo's sleeve, and lifted his hand. Then, she moved her hand and touched the collar and cuffs of her mourning clothes.

Ito Junwen was shocked and shouted angrily: "Wait!"

"Indecent!"

Hanashiro Iori yelled.

"..."

Everyone present was shocked.

Huacheng Xingzi squatted on the ground and rubbed her feet, her eyes as big as bells, as if she had just met her niece for the first time.

The girl, who was as beautiful as an angel, pulled down the collar of her mourning dress with her little hands, revealing the white lining underneath, and ruffled her hair at the same time.

Don't mention it, she really looks like...

Iinuma Isao felt his scalp tingling when he saw this.

This move is too cruel.

"..."

The expression on Ito Junwen's face froze.

He opened his mouth and made a sound, wanting to speak, but didn't know what to say.

"You bastard!"

Iinuma Isao walked up to him and slapped him.

The strength that was enough to make wild boars and black bears scream in pain was enough to make one side of his face swollen.

One slap is not enough.

Iinuma Isao grabbed his collar with one hand and raised the other hand high: "How dare you molest my fiancée? I'll fight you!"

and many more!

When did I molest your fiancée?

Ito Junfumi was completely confused.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He tilted his head and saw an angelic and pure girl lifting his sleeve and swinging it, causing his hand to rub on her clothes, leaving several fingerprints.

Finally, the beautiful girl, with disheveled clothes and disheveled hair, shrank back behind her stunned aunt with a look of horror on her face, and let out a few fake tears.

"Aunt, I'm scared, oooo..."

"..."

Ito Junfumi opened his mouth wide.

Looking at that aggrieved expression, he seemed to want to say something, but Iinuma Isao's second jaw dropped.

The face, which was originally swollen on only one side, soon became symmetrical.

"me……"

Ito Junfumi was completely numb.

As a member of the Yakuza, he knows the nature of the Japanese police and the procuratorate too well.

When two cases are involved in a police call, the prosecutor will often only prosecute the case that they are sure to win, and the police will also tend to deal with the simpler and less troublesome case.

There are two cases at hand.

Fighting, and indecent assault, no, it was attempted rape of an underage girl.

The Japanese police love this situation the most.

In handling cases of fighting, a very complicated evidence collection process is required before an arrest warrant can be issued. Not to mention the hard work and trouble, it is also not counted as a qualification or achievement. It is a thankless job.

But attempted rape is different.