Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

In front of the motorboat, a medium-sized cargo ship with signs in Indian language was waiting there quietly.

The people on the freighter threw down a rope ladder, and the men on the motorboat climbed up one by one.

Several dark-skinned Indian sailors armed with AKs were already waiting on the deck.

"It will take the ship half a month to reach South Asia. These are your 'daily necessities' during this time."

A strong Indian sailor, speaking a broken version of the District 11 dialect, threw small, smelly buckets filled with canned food and bottled water in front of the men.

"Canned food... water... compressed biscuits... do we have to hold out for half a month?"

"This bucket stinks, what is it for?"

One of the men took a look at the contents of the bucket and complained in disgust.

"Food and water are enough to ensure that you don't starve to death. You have to stay in the warehouse for the next few days and you can't come out. This bucket is of course for you to use when you need it urgently."

"Hey, be frugal. Last time, a guy came out and got beaten half to death by his cellmates..."

The sailor explained with a smile.

"What, you've made us spend so many days just to solve it with a bucket?!"

"Where's the paper? Not even toilet paper?"

While those people were still complaining, another sailor patted his waist with a grim look on his face and said, "It's good to have a bucket. We do it with our hands. What do you want paper for?"

"If you are not satisfied with the conditions on board, you can get off at any time, but the ticket will not be refunded."

There, there was a black pistol.

"Fine……"

"Sorry, we'll be more frugal."

The men's faces turned pale, and they obediently picked up the barrels that had been used countless times and walked into the cargo hold below the deck.

"Hey, I'm not like those guys. I paid extra for first class."

Takenaka Masahiro, who was the last one to fall, did not move and spoke in a deep voice to the sailor.

Chapter 123 The bloody storm

2024-07-13

As a cautious Jidao cadre, he has begun to prepare a "back-up plan" ever since the two Chi Shen team members' "business subcontracting" attempted assassination of Xia Fan failed.

On the night when the four members of the Akagami Force were arrested, the Metropolitan Police Department dispatched a large number of anti-terrorist teams to raid the Tokyo branch of the Inagawa Group...

Although the Metropolitan Police Department's reaction to a mere "murder case" was beyond his imagination, Takenaka Masahiro relied on his inhuman physical fitness and carefully planned escape route to successfully get rid of the police's "tail", contacted the human snakehead at Yokohama Port, and successfully boarded the smuggling ship bound for Malaysia.

"First class? Did the middleman tell you that?"

The sailor chuckled and looked at someone who had been taken advantage of.

"Oh, first class, yes, yes. We only have one cabin on this ship, and everyone is first class."

Another sailor examined Takenaka's arms, which were three times thicker than those of ordinary men, and vigilantly pointed his gun at the hold where the men entered, signaling Takenaka Masahiro to go down quickly.

Most of those who smuggled out from District 11 were criminals, murderers and robbers were very common, but since they dared to take this job, they were naturally not good people.

Anyway, they have reached the high seas. If Takenaka continues to be annoying, a few sailors wouldn't mind taking the lead to demonstrate and "reduce the burden" on the cabin at the same time.

"asshole……"

Masahiro Takenaka's body trembled for a moment, but he finally bent down, picked up the bucket, and walked slowly towards the warehouse.

The handle of the iron bucket was rubbed repeatedly and deformed in his palm.

In the warehouse where the strong smells of sweat, athlete's foot, feces, urine, fart, blood, heather and other things were mixed together, the men who came down first had already occupied a "territory" each and were staring at Takenaka Masahiro with unfriendly eyes.

Masahiro Takenaka found a relatively clean spot and sat down with a sigh.

"We still have to wait for another shipment. We'll leave in about an hour. Let's hurry up and enjoy the last bit of network in District 11 while there's still some signal here."

The voice of an Indian sailor was heard from above the cabin.

The men in the cabin took out their mobile phones. Some were busy typing messages, some were sobbing and saying goodbye to their loved ones, and some were contacting their connections on the other side of the ocean.

"..."

Masahiro Takenaka picked up his phone, but found that he had no one to say goodbye to.

His father died early and his family members were estranged from him. During all these years in the underworld, he had no intention of getting married. He had several mistresses in Kabukicho, but they were only casual relationships.

He subconsciously opened the TIKTOK app that he often used.

"I have been waiting for the day when I can meet you again, on the road where cherry blossoms are dancing, I will wave to you and call out your name."

In the popular video pushed by the system, titled "Tokyo University of the Arts Special Project: A Reunion in the Cherry Blossom Rain", Hoshina Hanami, wearing a pink sailor uniform, is singing passionately on the stage.

"Reunion...I...after this departure, will there be a chance for me to reunite with my hometown?"

In this situation, listening to the song "Sakura" in a daze, the usually cruel and ruthless Takenaka Masahiro actually had tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry, my friend, at this time of parting. Come with our unconcealed smiles."

"Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, dance brilliantly. Bathe in the dazzling light, forever."

"Goodbye, my friend. Let's meet again there, on the path where the cherry blossoms are falling."

By the end of the song, Takenaka Masahiro was already in tears.

Suddenly, the video screen turned from the lovely Hoshina Hanami to the handsome young man playing the electronic keyboard and singing softly in the center of the stage...

"Xia...Xia Fan?!"

Looking at the other person's handsome and delicate face and jewel-like eyes, Takenaka Masahiro instantly called out the man's name.

"Asshole... you made me fall into this purgatory, but you are enjoying the happiness of having two wives on the stage..."

When he thought about how he had ended up in this situation, all because of this brat who was enjoying campus life in front of him, veins in Takenaka Masahiro's arms bulged and spider-web-like cracks appeared on the screen of his cell phone.

"Hey, uncle in a suit, you are so strong, you should be able to withstand hunger, right?"

At some point, four men surrounded Takenaka Masahiro.

"Don't waste these food and water. Let us help you 'share' them."

They looked at the supplies in Takenaka Masahiro's bucket with ill intent.

Before Masahiro Takenaka came down, they had already reached some kind of "alliance of interests".

"You're right."

Takenaka Masahiro stared with his big eyes like copper bells, two lines of tears on his face, and stood up with his body as big as a mountain.

"Huh? Is that right?"

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I advise you to be honest. No matter how strong you are, there are four of us..."

"Stop talking so much. Let him suffer a little and he will behave himself."

Under his majestic aura, the four men subconsciously took a step back, then raised their fists in anger...

"As the human agent of Red God, my Tokyo branch, which I have worked hard to build for many years, has been destroyed. My dream of dominating the Yakuza has not yet been fulfilled..."

"If I leave now, I'm afraid I will never be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life."

But the next second, Takenaka Masahiro's fist, as big as a sandbag, arrived first and pierced through the chest of one of the men...

Like a burst water balloon, blood burst out freely and flowed along the floor of the cabin.

"kill……"

"Killed!!!"

Looking at their "companion" hanging on Takenaka Masahiro's arm, dying with his eyes open, the men, whose bodies and faces were splattered with blood, let out panicked roars.

But the next second, they were caught by Takenaka one by one, smashed against the cabin wall like sandbags, embedded in the depression of the "human figure" in a twisted posture, and completely cut off from life...

"Hey, whether you're fighting or killing someone, keep your voice down!"

Feeling the screams from below the deck and the huge movement that even caused the ship to shake, two Indian sailors came to the deck entrance and pointed their guns into the cargo hold...

Two sturdy arms covered in blood and minced meat stretched out from under the dark warehouse, bent the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the two men down.

There were two more loud bangs below the warehouse, and then silence returned.

"What's going on? It's so noisy..."

"Go and have a look!"

When the other sailors heard the noise and rushed over, what appeared before them was Takenaka Masahiro, who had torn off his suit and was standing on the deck with his upper body naked...

At this moment, his body was twice as strong as his muscles were filled with blood, and his flesh and blood covered the surface of his muscles like armor. He looked like a red ghost crawling out of hell in folk legends.

Chaotic gunshots, screams, and pleas for mercy rang out on the deck, and the entire freighter shook violently for a while before it completely quieted down.

"What's going on? These piglets are causing trouble right after they got on board. Aren't they courting death?"

On the motorboat docked below the freighter, the sailor smoked a cigarette and glanced calmly towards the deck.

The ship was not empty, so when he sent the "piglets" here, he naturally had to wait to unload some smuggled goods to subsidize the fuel cost for the return trip.

"boom……"

Then, a mountain-like red figure leaped down from the deck and chopped his thin body into pieces with one kick.

"Even if we have to leave District 11, we must first settle this matter with this brat!"

Starting the engine, Takenaka Masahiro drove the motorboat back in the direction he came from...

The flesh and blood on his body were blown off by the strong wind, bringing up a bloody storm on the sea.

……

Chapter 124 The Last Day of Filming

2024-07-13

Koishikawa Botanical Garden, University of Tokyo, Tokyo.

Under the bright sunshine at noon, spring chrysanthemums bloom with their heads held high, forming a golden sea of ​​chrysanthemums.

Several staff members wearing straw hats were bending over this sea of ​​flowers, working diligently like they were planting rice seedlings.

"How's the scene being set?"

Director Nakano, also wearing a straw hat and a floral shirt, came to the edge of the sea of ​​flowers with a rolled-up script.

"Director, we planted fake chrysanthemums in the spaces between the real chrysanthemums, so the filming is barely acceptable."

One of the staff wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked up to answer.

"Thank you for your hard work. The scene is ready and the afternoon light is just right. Let's get ready to shoot..."

Director Nakano clapped his hands encouragingly.

Today is the third and final day of filming for the final episode of “The Withered Chrysanthemum and the Sword”.

In order to find a scene similar to the one in the comics, the crew traveled all over Tokyo and finally found a whole garden of chrysanthemums in this botanical garden adjacent to the forest.

But because spring is not the chrysanthemum season, only some spring chrysanthemums are in bloom, so we can only temporarily insert some artificial flowers to suit the occasion.

"I don't know how the actors are doing with their scenes."

Nakano turned his head and squinted at a meadow opposite the sea of ​​flowers.

"Haha!"

"Look at the secret of the Natural Reasoning Style, the Sword in the Sequence, which I have practiced for three hours at my own expense!"

On the grass, Sakamoto Hide, wearing a black robe and a headband on his forehead, held a wooden sword and slashed forward with a fierce thrust...

"It's OK, let go a little more."

Opposite him, Xia Fan, dressed in a white military robe and with golden hair brighter than chrysanthemums, casually held up his wooden sword and took on this seemingly fierce move.

"hiss……"

When the wooden swords touched, Xia Fan seemed to accidentally lift the hilt, but the recoil force almost made Sakamoto Hide lose his grip on the sword.