I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

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"Get those four out according to your original plan. I'll take care of the rest."

"Ah."

Fujimura Yu led Kazesawa to an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs.

There are few traces of human activity here, and if there are, they are from a very long time ago.

"This place is indeed suitable for discussion, so I'll wait here for now."

Fujimura's head is high.

Feng Zejian climbed onto the stacked wooden planks, put on his hood, and lay down on them.

About two hours later, Fujimura Yu brought Fujimura Tei to the abandoned warehouse.

There were six or seven people following behind.

Hearing footsteps, Feng Zejian sat up.

Of those six or seven people, four were the same group from yesterday, while the rest were probably brought later.

Those guys were wondering how many people were lying in ambush here, but when they saw that there was only one person, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Incidentally, they did not consider Fujimura Yu and Fujimura Teiji as immediate combatants.

A delinquent teenager with a lip piercing and dyed yellow hair arrogantly said:

"I thought there would be many more people. After all this time, there's only one who's about right."

Fujimura Teiji was very excited to see the older brother who had helped him yesterday reappear.

"Big brother, you've come."

Feng Zejian raised an eyebrow.

"uh-huh."

Chapter 84 Who gave you permission to make a move?

The unruly man in front of him said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't you say you wanted to talk about business?"

The white-haired guy next to him nudged the delinquent with the pompadour.

"Look, there's no one here. This girl is so pretty, there are so many of us, otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, the seven people immediately lost their tempers.

Feng Zejian looked disgusted.

These people are so low-class, have they been watching too many porn movies?

Sometimes, you can't blame those plots for being so mindless; reality is even more absurd.

Feng Zejian jumped down directly.

Take a break and stretch your muscles.

"Are you coming one by one or all at once?"

This made the other side laugh. "Damn, this kid looks down on us."

Feng Zejian raised his hands and beckoned to the opposite side with his fingers in a provocative gesture.

"Damn, I've taken care of this kid."

Seven people rushed towards Feng Zejian.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, came straight at Feng Zejian's face, but he easily dodged it by tilting his head to the side.

Then came a simple right knee strike.

In an instant, the person opened their mouth, and blood and saliva flew everywhere.

He then used his left foot as a pivot to deliver a spinning kick, sending two people flying.

He nervously took two steps forward, grabbed one of their heads with each hand, and slammed them together.

The last two were stunned.

Feng Zejian tilted his head slightly, smiling brightly, but to them, that smile looked exactly like something out of a horror movie.

"Why did you stop? Come here. If you don't come, I'm going to come over."

Their legs trembled, and they instinctively ran outside.

As the two turned around, Feng Zejian had already placed his hands on their shoulders.

Feng Zejian smiled broadly, beaming with pride.

"I'm coming."

The two men swung their fists at Feng Zejian, who leaned back and grabbed them by the back of their collars, pulling hard. With a loud thud, dust billowed up, and the two men were thrown around, completely disoriented.

But compared to the others, the two of them were the lightest.

However, this also rendered them unable to escape.

The two looked at Feng Zejian as if they were seeing a demon.

Feng Zejian took out a small dagger and flipped it over on the back of his hand.

The sharp blade and tip brushed against the back of his hand without harming Feng Zejian in the slightest.

Feng Zejian "accidentally" fell down and landed on the upper thigh of one of the people.

That spot was only a few centimeters away from his genitals.

Unsurprisingly, the man urinated.

At that moment, fear even triumphed over pain.

Feng Zejian bent down and pulled out the dagger.

"Sorry, I accidentally dropped it."

The other person was also terrified and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Brother, we were wrong, please forgive us, we're still students."

Feng Zejian scratched his head, looking troubled.

"But I'm a student too."

"Brother, please, please let us go."

Then a series of kowtowing sounds were heard.

Feng Zejian raised his eyebrows slightly.

He pointed the tip of the dagger at the head of the kowtowing airplane, then at the man who had lost control of his bladder.

"Take his pants off."

The man with the airplane-shaped nose was dumbfounded.

"Brother, what are you doing..."

Feng Zejian did not speak, but instead raised the dagger high.

The man with the airplane-shaped haircut was so frightened that he quickly pulled down the pants of the person next to him.

Pink lace panties were visible.

Feng Zejian frowned, paused for a moment, and then gave another order: "You should know what I want you to do."

The man with the trembling hair pulled down the pants of the person next to him, revealing something too embarrassing to talk about.

"Alright, bro."

Feng Zejian shook his head. "Not ready yet."

The airplane-headed guy panicked a little.

Feng Zejian smiled.

"It seems you guessed it too."

As he spoke, Feng Zejian's expression turned cold.

"Then you know what to do, right?"

The airplane nose trembled as it gripped the starting point with its hand.

Feng Zejian frowned and said coldly, "Who told you to use your hands?"

The man with the pompadour was stunned and burst into tears.

"Brother, please don't do this, I beg you."

Feng Zejian threw the dagger and plunged it into the thigh of the airplane.

A scream.

"Just do what I tell you to do, or next time it won't be your legs that are hurting."

Without further hesitation, nothing was more important than his life.

Feng Zejian reminded him again.

"Even if something comes out, you can't spit it out; you have to swallow it."

The nose of the plane paused for a moment, then continued trembling.

Feng Zejian took out his phone and took a group photo of the man with the airplane-shaped hairpin and his companion.

Fujimura Yu couldn't bear to look at this scene, while Fujimura Teiji looked at Kazesawa with admiration.

He never expected that Feng Zejian, who was so gentle yesterday, would also have such a ruthless side.

Feng Zejian watched as the man with the airplane-shaped hairpin swallowed the lump of stuff.

The pilot stared blankly at Feng Zejian, awaiting his next instructions.

Feng Zejian asked with a smile, "Do you need me to call the police for you?"

The airplane head shook its head frantically.

"No, no, no, that's not necessary."

Feng Zejian reassured him, "Don't be afraid, this is not a threat. I really can call the police for you, although I'm not afraid myself."

"Sometimes I'm quite curious, you lot, you have no money, no power, so why do you always like to embarrass yourselves? Remember my face, you're welcome to come and take revenge anytime, but next time, I'll spread your body tissue all over Tokyo."

As he said this, he bent down and pulled the dagger out of the airplane's thigh, followed by another scream.

Feng Zejian glanced at Fujimura Yu and Fujimura Teiji, tilted his head, and gestured for them to leave.

The three left the warehouse, and Kazema extended his hand to Fujimura Yu.

"What do you mean?"

"Lend me your phone, I need to make a call."

Fujimura Yu lent his phone to Kazesawa Masaru.

Feng Zejian decisively called the hospital and asked them to send an ambulance.

Fujimura Yuto was dumbfounded.

"Use my phone to call emergency services."

Feng Zejian said matter-of-factly, "I did all the heavy lifting, so it's only natural that you take care of the cleanup."

Fujimura Yu was speechless, but acquiesced.

"Big brother, you were so cool just now."