Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

The hand hidden behind "Toyokawa Shoko" not only neutralized his offensive, but also used his chess pieces to deal with him.

The storyline of Kishimoto Yuya is already ruined. And it is very likely to bite back.

Staying in Osaka no longer had any meaning and was filled with unpredictable risks. That idiot Kishimoto, in his desperation, would do anything.

Although he was confident that he could clear himself of the matter legally, it was still troublesome to be entangled by a local politician using shady means.

"Heh..." Kimura Seiichiro chuckled softly, with a hint of self-mockery and a bit of... indescribable excitement.

He lost.

The defeat was complete, even embarrassing.

The carefully planned "greeting gift" was intended to give the possible "successor" a warning and to test the other party's quality.

As a result, before the plan was fully implemented, it was quickly shattered by the opponent with tremendous force, and the opponent even turned the tables and even turned the chess pieces he had laid out against him.

This reaction speed, this judgment, this ruthless and precise counterattack...

It’s really... so beautiful!

Far from feeling the slightest bit frustrated or angry, Kimura Seiichiro couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“Hahaha…hahahahahahaha!”

The laughter echoed in the quiet room, full of joy and relief, filled with a sense of release after being suppressed for a long time.

He seemed to see the man who taught him the "real way of playing" many years ago, using the same calm and cruel means to play with his opponents one by one in the palm of his hand.

He had originally worried that after that man's death, everything he had built, the "rules of the game" he believed in, would have no successors. He even felt for a time that the world would return to the simple and boring state he once despised.

but now...

He was relieved.

That "successor", the girl named Toyokawa Shoko, undoubtedly inherited the man's wisdom and skills.

Although this "test" in Osaka ended in his crushing defeat, it allowed him to see broader and more exciting possibilities.

He walked to the bed, closed the suitcase and picked it up.

The rain outside the window seems to be getting heavier.

The arrest of Yuya Kishimoto?

It was too late. The moment he sensed danger, he had already arranged an evacuation route. This local councilor's power was not enough to cover the entire Kansai transportation network.

"It's really... exciting."

Kimura Seiichiro walked to the door, took a last look back at the room that witnessed the failure of his plan, and a sincere, even happy smile appeared on his face.

Perhaps, when he returns to Tokyo and takes care of some "aftermath", he will have the opportunity... to engage in a bigger and more exciting "game" with this newly emerging "chess player"?

He opened the door.

however--

The door was just opened a crack.

A swift black shadow, with the sound of breaking through the air, appeared in his sight without any warning!

"boom--!"

A dull thud!

Seiichiro Kimura only felt an unimaginable force hitting his chest hard, his ribs seemed to break instantly, and severe pain spread throughout his body along the nerves in an instant!

He didn't even see what it was. He was hit head-on by a speeding truck. His feet left the ground and he flew backwards uncontrollably!

"Ugh—!"

He uttered a painful groan and fell heavily to the floor, knocking over the low table next to him. His suitcase flew out of his hand and rolled to the ground. The violent impact made his vision black out, and his throat tasted fishy and sweet, and he almost coughed up blood.

He struggled to raise his head, and through his blurred vision, he saw a figure standing at the door.

Not the hotel security, not the police sent by Kishimoto, nor any of the pursuers he expected.

Standing there was a slender girl.

The girl with blue hair and twin tails was standing in the middle of the door frame he had just opened, blocking all light and escape routes.

Her posture remained elegant, as if the earth-shattering kick that was enough to kick an adult man away was just a casual brushing of the dust on her skirt.

The rain, blown by the wind, hit the corridor window behind her at an angle, reflecting the expression on her face.

She lowered her head slightly, looking down at the disheveled Kimura Seiichiro lying on the ground, her amber eyes devoid of any emotion.

Then she spoke softly:

"Did I let you go?"

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PS: This chapter is 11,000 words long, five chapters in one, and the update is back to 6 am.

I had adjusted my sleep and rest schedule, but I took a nap and woke up to find it was two in the morning. It felt like the sky was falling.

Chapter 80 Assimilated by Xiaoxiang

The intense pain made Seiichiro Kimura's eyes go black. He lay on the cold floor, coughing up saliva with blood in it.

He struggled to get up, but the severe pain in his chest made him unable to do so.

He raised his head and looked at the blue-haired girl standing against the light at the door, trying to force an innocent expression, although he knew it was probably futile.

"Ahem...Miss...Miss."

He coughed and gasped, his voice distorted by the pain:

"I, I don't seem to know you? Did you...get the wrong person?"

Before he finished speaking, a strong wind blew over!

"Snapped!"

A crisp and loud slapping sound rang out in the room!

Kujo Renji had walked up to him at some point, looking down at him condescendingly. The slap he had just delivered was so powerful that it knocked Kimura's face to the side, leaving a clear red mark.

"Mr. Kimura."

The girl's voice was still cold, without a trace of emotion, but the sarcasm in her words was not concealed at all:

"After causing so much trouble, you just want to walk away? How can such a good thing happen in this world?"

After his identity was directly exposed, Kimura knew that it was pointless to play dumb any longer.

He gave up struggling, leaned against the wall, and reluctantly adjusted his posture to make himself a little more comfortable. The severe pain made sweat break out on his forehead, but he showed a bitter smile on his face.

"Ahem...Ms. Toyokawa..."

He panted and complained with some helplessness:

"Your skills... don't match your 'ladylike' attire at all."

Hearing this, Jiujo Liansi's eyes instantly became even colder, as if he was about to kick again in the next second.

"Don't! Don't!"

Kimura quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender:

"I was wrong! I give up! Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, someone will die!"

There was an eerie calm in the air, as if the fierce conflict just now had never happened.

This can be considered as... a showdown.

Kimura leaned against the wall, looking at the girl in front of him whose aura was so strong that it was suffocating, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. He sighed and said in a tone of willing to accept defeat:

"Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. I'm not as skilled as others, and I've been caught red-handed by Miss Fengchuan. I've accepted defeat."

Then, he seemed to remember something and a smile appeared on his face:

"Kishimoto Yuya's side... this must also be your work, Ms. Toyokawa, right? It's really... one thing after another, brilliant, brilliant!"

Kujo Renji couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he saw him smiling even though he was at a disadvantage.

Looking back on the entire incident, Kimura's behavior was indeed full of doubts.

The plan he set up seemed ingenious, but it left obvious "flaws" in many key links.

For example, when initially inciting public opinion, although he accurately exploited local conflicts, he did not leave behind a sufficiently tricky and difficult-to-refute "backup plan", which led to his subsequent counterattack being unusually smooth.

For example, although the connection between him and Kishimoto Yuya was secret, with Ishikawa and his own abilities, it was much easier to investigate than expected, as if the other party had not put much effort into covering it up.

This is not at all what an experienced and shrewd mastermind should do.

Rather than being a "test", it's more like... a test that deliberately sets difficult levels and observes the problem-solving process?

Kujo Renji suddenly recalled his complex relationship with Kimura Seiichirō in a previous life, a mentor-mentor, a friend, yet also a hidden rival. Kimura was intelligent and ambitious, yet deep down he seemed to harbor a certain obsession with "rules" and "order."

A vague guess emerged in Kujo Renji's mind, and at the same time he felt indescribably speechless.

This bastard...isn't he using this method to "assess" him as the "successor"?

Just as Kujo Renji's thoughts were swirling, Kimura coughed twice, breaking the silence. He seemed to have sensed the subtle change in the atmosphere, and with a look of genuine curiosity on his face, he asked:

"Ms. Toyokawa, now that I'm in trouble, what are you going to do with me?"

Just as Kujo Renji guessed, Kimura's purpose was indeed closer to a "test" rather than a life-and-death "test." His original plan was that no matter how "Toyokawa Shoko" responded, he would have a way out and could escape unscathed.

However, he never expected that the opponent's reaction speed and counterattack strength far exceeded his expectations, leaving him almost no room for maneuver.

What he had not expected the most, and the fundamental reason why he was in such a mess now, was that the other party had actually been able to find the safe house where he was temporarily hiding so accurately, and even acted faster than Kishimoto Yuya!

This was beyond his estimation of his abilities.

Hearing Kimura's question, Kujo Renji glared at him fiercely and resisted the urge to beat this guy up again.

"Since you've caused me so much trouble, you have to pay a price."

He paused and continued:

"Ave Mujica's Osaka tour is coming soon. You're not the only clown eyeing this band. The ill will that has grown from your instigation, as well as other potential threats... you are responsible for dealing with them all."

"Before I leave Osaka, I want to see all the troubles gone, and..."

Kujo Renji's eyes swept over Kimura's embarrassed look:

"Pay a price that satisfies me. If you do this, all your previous actions against us can be written off."

Kimura was stunned, as if he didn't expect it to be handled in this way.

No police sent, no retaliation, but... let him "clean up the mess" and "compensate"?

Then, a smile appeared on his face, this time from the heart.

"it is good."

He agreed without hesitation. Although this condition meant he would have to spend a lot of money and mobilize a lot of hidden resources to solve the troubles he had instigated, it was at least much easier to solve than the troubles he had instigated, and it seemed to retain the possibility of "playing another game" in the future.

He struggled to get up from the ground, but the severe pain in his chest made him grimace.

He dusted himself off and couldn't help but look at Jiujo Liansi. He said in a tone that sounded like someone who had experienced this:

"Ms. Toyokawa, please forgive me for being so blunt. Honestly, your performance... has truly surprised me, even... astonishing. I'm not sure how 'he' arranged you, or what considerations led him to choose you, but I have a piece of advice that might be helpful."

He paused, as if weighing his words:

"'He' is indeed... a very remarkable person, having reached heights in many aspects that ordinary people cannot reach. But that doesn't mean he's perfect. 'He's' got many habits and personality traits... that you don't really need to learn from. If you can avoid it, it's best not to."

Kimura's eyes swept meaningfully over the hand that Kujo Renji had just hit him with, and his own chest which was aching slightly.

"For example..."

He added cautiously:

"This kind of... violence. Oftentimes, there's really no need to resort to violence. There are more... elegant and effective solutions."

When Jiujo Renji heard this, several blue veins popped out on his forehead and his face turned completely dark.

Of course he understood what Kimura meant!

This guy actually had the audacity to teach "Toyokawa Shoko" a lesson right in front of him, telling her not to be like "Kujo Renji" and hit people for no reason?!

"You talk too much?" Kujo Renji asked with a forced smile, a dangerous tone in his voice. "Was the fight just now not enough? You want to try again?"