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Many gamblers who have lost a lot of money or people who don't pay back their debts think that they can rely on their bravery to stage a scene like in gangster movies where they can take down an entire group alone.

However, movies are still movies.

"I will kill you, the murderer who killed Kikuko!"

Iwama Takehiro roared, opened his coat, and the machete in his hand swept like lightning.

The younger brother subconsciously blocked with his hands.

The blade cut through the flesh and touched the bone, "Ah!"

The severe pain made him wail.

The other man pulled out a switchblade and shouted angrily, “You’re looking for death!”

The switchblade thrust forward.

Iwama Takehiro ignored the knife stabbing at his body and hit the man's nose hard with his empty left fist.

There was a sound of a broken nose, and the man's vision became blurred with tears, snot and blood. He even forgot to use force when stabbing Takehiro Iwama's body with the knife.

Then, Takehiro Iwama pulled out his machete and slashed his neck hard, causing a large amount of blood to splatter on the side wall.

He stepped onto the stairs like a demon.

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Chapter 4 A Grain of Ash

"what!"

The pedestrians who witnessed this scene screamed, with fear on their faces, but they did not leave the scene. The excitement in their eyes revealed their true attitude.

He chopped down both men cleanly.

Unlike guns, when knives are used, the target is the extreme, which can better reflect the aesthetics of violence.

Yakuza vendettas are undoubtedly a timeless scene in film history.

The young people watching quickly realized that this was a good opportunity to earn traffic by taking photos and posting them on Twitter, or by shooting short videos and uploading them to YouTube and TikTok.

Qingze hid in the crowd, silently watching Takehiro Iwama upstairs, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

He is the "director" of this play.

Iwama Takehiro killed the wailing man with one knife, then bent down and picked up the fallen switchblade with his left hand, ignoring the switchblade that was stuck under his shoulder.

To be precise, the physical pain was overwhelmed by hatred and murderous intent, leaving him with only one thought: to avenge Kikuko!

Someone in the office on the second floor heard the noise, opened the door, poked his head in and said, "You guys are making noise... Someone's here looking for revenge!"

The person who was shouting quickly retreated, and the few people in the room stopped playing cards, picked up the weapons at hand and rushed out.

Iwama Takehiro walked to the door of the office.

Most of his body was covered in blood, with a switchblade stuck in his shoulder, and his bloodshot eyes revealed the ferocity of a dying beast.

The machete in his hand was dripping with blood.

It was like an evil spirit crawling out from hell and roaring at the world.

The inexplicable pressure made the Yakuza members present stunned.

"Don't be afraid, he is just one person, kill him!"

One man waved a machete to give himself courage.

The people around came to their senses and said, yes, this is not a movie, how could one person want to defeat several people?

The weapons in their hands are not fake. They include metal baseball bats, sharpened knives, and other weapons that are suitable for gangsters except guns.

Like other countries in East Asia, Japan has very strict control over guns. Not every Yakuza member can own a gun, nor are armed Yakuza members allowed to shoot in all situations.

If a gun is fired in a busy city, the gang leader will have to spend several years in prison.

Yakuza organizations usually use knives to attack people.

They rushed forward, and Takehiro Iwama was fearless. He roared and strode forward, only to be met with a metal baseball bat coming towards him from the front.

Boom! Iwama Takehiro was hit hard on the forehead and started bleeding.

The man holding the stick had a smug smile in his eyes, and when he hit the ball with the stick, those with weak constitutions would immediately roll their eyes, while those with stronger constitutions would suffer a concussion.

Iwama Takehiro seemed to be fine. He slashed the aorta of the man holding the stick with his backhanded knife, and blood spurted out from the gap between the blade and the flesh.

Several knives followed and landed on the body.

"Ah!" Iwama Takehiro roared, holding the switchblade tightly in his left hand and stabbed the enemy's waist on the left, then stirred it hard, "Haha."

“My kidney!”

The hearty laughter coupled with the wailing of the Yakuza members stunned everyone else present.

Is this person still a human being?

Even the most gangsters would not laugh after being stabbed, or rather, they know better than anyone how painful it is to be stabbed.

Because of this, the scene before them was incomprehensible to them.

Why can a person be stabbed several times but still move without any sluggishness and even laugh out loud?

Even though they were not hit by the knife, the rest of the people felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

kill!

Kill!

Iwama Takehiro did not stop, and with a machete in one hand and a switchblade in the other, he charged forward ignoring his bleeding wounds.

"Mom!"

One of the gangsters couldn't hold it anymore, so he turned around and ran inside, shouting, "Brother, this is not good."

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the people didn't pretend to be tough and ran inside one after another, wanting to seek the protection of the big brother.

Seeing them wailing and fleeing, Iwama Takehiro felt more and more pleased. They seemed to be ferocious and fierce, but they were nothing more than that.

It's not worth being afraid of.

Kikuko... Takehiro Iwama felt that his injured body did not weaken at all. Instead, he felt an even stronger force surge up from it, allowing him to catch up with the gangster brother at great speed, and with a grin on his face, he swung his knife at the gangster brother who had his back to him.

……

In the leader’s small office.

Boss Ishino was pouring tea for the serious-looking man, and said respectfully, “Please rest assured, Mr. Fujimura, I will definitely stand by your side.

A man like Ono who is so arrogant and unscrupulous is not qualified to be the leader of the Misawa Group."

"Okay, I'm holding a banquet at the Gray Sakura Restaurant in Shinjuku tomorrow night. You must be there on time. It's time to clean up Ono, this cancer, for the organization."

As a wakaguchi, Fujimura Yuto's position in the Misawa Group is second only to the group leader who passed away the day before yesterday, and he has always adhered to the Yakuza philosophy.

He swore to be loyal to the team leader who promoted him, and was even willing to follow the team leader's last wishes.

Let the team leader's son who is still in high school take over the position of team leader.

But times have changed. The young people in the group are unwilling to let a high school student be the group leader, and are even more averse to the hereditary position of group leader.

Fujimura Yuto had no choice but to eliminate the guys who jumped the most and let them understand what the rules of the yakuza are.

"Hey, I'll be there on time."

Ishino had a flattering smile on his face, hoping to use this opportunity to help the dragon rise to a higher position in the group.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound outside the door.

Shi Ye frowned slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, I heard that there are distinguished guests here, what are you guys arguing about?"

"Brother, help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood splattered on the glass of the door.

Ishino was horrified and asked, "Could it be that Ono sent someone to kill us?"

Fujimura Yuto stood up, holding the samurai sword at his waist, and said coldly: "Don't panic, I'm here."

With a creak, the door slowly opened.

Fujimura Yuto frowned slightly. The dozen or so people he imagined were not there. There was only one person standing at the door.

Tick-tick, blood kept dripping onto the ground.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, only the blood and flesh cut by the knife revealed the white bones, and a piece of his intestines was exposed in the air.

"Who is you?"

Although Fujimura Yuto boasted of being a veteran of many battles, he was also shocked by the opponent. He couldn't imagine that a person could still stand after suffering such serious injuries. He might be a super soldier from the US military laboratory.

"Iwama Takehiro." His hoarse voice was a little tired. His right eye was blown out by a metal baseball bat, but his left eye was still intact. He stared at the terrified Ishino, "I'm here to take your life."

"How much money did Xiao Ye give you? I'll double it!"

Ishino screamed in fear and wanted to shrink his body onto the sofa. He didn't even remember who Takehiro Iwama was.

To him, Takehiro Iwama is just one of the many guests. If he has to describe his impression of him, it is that his wife is very nice.

But without mentioning Kikuko, and just talking about Iwama Takehiro, he couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"Beast, I'm going to kill you!"

Iwama Takehiro's weak body was once again filled with anger, which caused his family to be destroyed, but he forgot what he had done to him.

Could it be that his home and his beloved woman are just a speck of dust on the table in the eyes of these guys?

The grief and anger in his heart turned into endless murderous intent.

Chapter 5 Miracle

The solemn atmosphere in the room was given a different kind of warmth by the anger.

The shock in Fujimura Yuto's heart gradually subsided, and he drew the samurai sword from his waist.

He was appreciated by the deceased old team leader, and he rose from an ordinary Wakazou to the current Wakato because of his daring and hard-working ability.

Of course, he had never learned kendo. He practiced practical combat and looked down on the fancy aspects of kendo.

With Fujimura Yuto's actual combat experience, he could tell at a glance that the man in front of him had a terrifying aura, but he could not hide the fact that he was covered in scars.

A dying beast is the most terrifying in terms of its aura, and its strength cannot be compared to when its limbs are intact.

“I don’t know what grudge you have with Ishino, but if you dare to provoke the Yakuza, you must pay the price.”

Fujimura Yuto held the knife in both hands, raised it, and took an attacking stance.

"Damn Jidao!" Iwama Takehiro roared and took the lead in the charge.

Fujimura Yuto had a calm expression. He turned sideways and walked forward quickly with a knife in his hand. The knife in his hand chopped horizontally like lightning that cuts through dark clouds.

The blade tore through Takehiro Iwama's biceps, but instead of retreating, he pushed forward with force.

Originally, Fujimura Yuto wanted to cut off the biceps and cripple Takehiro Iwama's right arm.

As a result, Iwama Takehiro cooperated and his entire right arm was broken.

A large amount of blood sprayed onto Fujimura Yuto's face, obscuring his vision. Iwama Takehiro took the opportunity to rush forward, clenched the switchblade in his left hand, and stabbed him hard.

The soft abdomen was immediately torn apart by the tip of the knife, followed by the rotating blade.

The intestines were torn into a ball.

Fujimura Yuto felt that all his strength left along with the wound in his abdomen, like a deflated balloon.

With a bang, the knife fell to the ground. Fujimura Yuto looked down at the wound on his abdomen with a confused look on his face.

He couldn't believe that he was about to die.

The old team leader's last wish has not been fulfilled yet, and the Misawa Group must not fall into the hands of a madman like Ono.

How could he die?

……

Iwama Takehiro took a few deep breaths, stared at Ishino with his remaining left eye, and said with a sinister smile: "It's your turn now."