Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

Chapter 131: The Bloody Banquet

The floorboards groaned under the strain, but the sound was quickly drowned out by screams.

The four trucks had a clear objective. After landing, they didn't stop at all, smashing aside the tables in front of them and rushing straight into the crowd.

The black-painted truck ran over everything in its path, finally crashing into the entrance of the banquet hall and coming to a complete stop, blocking the entrance entirely.

The red and gray van suddenly accelerated and crashed straight into the seats filled with members of the Iwasaki family.

The flesh and blood of people on the path were caught in the tires and under the cars, twisted into irregular chunks. Several members of the Iwasaki family had just hurriedly stood up, but before they could even scream, they were slammed against the wall and turned into a pool of blood foam, as if they had melted into the machinery and concrete.

The walls collapsed with a loud crash, and the ground shook.

The black-robed Ringwraith condensed above the last white truck amidst the black mist. With a gentle pat, he flattened several more fleeing Iwasaki family members onto the ground, their bones shattered and fused with their flesh.

All of this happened in just over ten seconds.

The remaining members of the Iwasaki family and guests cried and ran towards the small room in the banquet hall, pushing and shoving each other, completely unlike the close and friendly relationship they had shown as half-brothers not long ago.

"Junxiao! Stop him!"

Katsuro Iwasaki, supported by Otomo and Reijin on either side, turned around and gave an order to Toshitaka.

I'm stopping this thing?

A bitter smile appeared on Toshitaka Iwasaki's face.

He knew that he, the pawn, had been discarded.

He had long anticipated that the gloves would be thrown away once they got dirty.

But unexpectedly, before he even got dirty, he used it on a gecko to detach its tail to survive.

And his ultimate value lies in stopping the other party for even one more second.

"You damned beast!! Stop right there!"

Boom!

He drew his gun, turned around, and unleashed a hail of bullets at the man in the black robe.

Besides him, two of his clansmen, whom he had arranged in advance, also took out guns with expressions of despair, hid behind the ridiculous table as cover, and fired at the black-robed man on the roof of the car.

But perhaps because their marksmanship was so poor, it seemed like they missed every single shot, instead sending sparks flying and leaving craters on the truck.

Or perhaps it hit, but the opponent was completely unharmed.

"Whoosh! Crackling—"

The three men who fired back were instantly grabbed by the neck by an invisible hand and lifted into the air, facing the strangely dressed man in black robes.

Their hands struggled incessantly, their legs kicked wildly, their faces flushed red, in a death throes.

Even so, Toshitaka Iwasaki did not drop his gun, but instead pulled the trigger with trembling hands.

boom!

Then, he saw with his own eyes the bullet pierce through the black-robed man's pure black face, which reflected no light, without leaving a trace.

He finally lost all hope.

The fact that the opponent is immune to bullet damage, and may even be completely immune to physical attacks, demonstrates how ridiculous their counterattack is.

They are not even in the same league.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Beside him, a scream came from his companion, and then blood rained down from the sky. Warm blood splattered on his cheeks, and the sound of chunks of flesh falling to the ground was clearly audible.

Next came another member of the tribe.

"Ah-"

The tearing sound was like tearing a piece of rag.

This time, the spurting blood stained half of his face red.

"Woo-ka."

He finally got scared and tried to kill himself with the gun, but the next second, his wrist snapped like a pretzel and the gun fell to the ground.

The intense pain caused him to convulse.

However, due to suffocation, his vision was gradually blurring, and he could no longer feel much pain. If he were to die like this, compared to his clansmen who had just died, he would seem particularly fortunate.

But how could the other party possibly do as he wished?

As if angered by Iwasaki Toshitaka's act of being lifted up and about to be shot, the man in black deliberately left him alone, then slowly pulled his dark face closer, slightly loosening his grip on Iwasaki's neck, allowing him to regain some breathing and vision.

"No, it's impossible!"

Toshitaka Iwasaki's pupils dilated in shock, and the indistinct words he uttered could only be clearly heard by Kosuke Iwasaki standing in front of him.

How can it be!

Kosuke Iwasaki!

How could this monster in front of me be the paralyzed patient who can't even control his urination?

The information was so outrageous that he almost momentarily forgot where he was.

But what followed was a tremor that came from the very soul.

He knew he was destined to die a horrible death.

The deaths of those two clansmen, which had seemed so terrifying just moments before, now seemed like a distant dream.

Iwasaki Kosuke didn't leave any words of venting; he just gave him a quiet and cold look.

Then pull him away again.

"Not—for—"

*Snap!* *Bang!*

Iwasaki Toshitaka's head, neck, heart, and other vital areas were protected by the sorcerer's hand. Like a fly swatter, he was slapped all over the wall, quickly turning into a pile of rotten flesh, leaving bloody marks. In the process, the eyes of the sacrificial ritual were drawn.

Even so, he is still alive.

They were barely recognizable as human and lived in extreme pain.

Now, all that remains in his mind is the desire to die.

The truck started up again and ran over Toshitaka Iwasaki's half-mutilated torso.

"Gu Gu."

He felt the intense pain, and amidst massive blood loss, his eyes widened as he slowly awaited death.

He managed to delay for more than a second, but patriarch, you can't escape it, the entire Iwasaki family can't escape it, I'll be waiting for you down there.

The small room in the banquet hall was now packed with people.

Originally intended as a room for performers to change clothes, it is now filled with bewildered and helpless people.

"They've already called! It'll take at least ten minutes!"

"You can collect our corpses in ten minutes, you bastard!"

"Damn the Iwasaki family, who have you messed with?! How dare you invite us to this banquet, trying to drag us down with you? I'll take you down with me before I die!"

An agitated guest, with red eyes, lunged at Katsuro Iwasaki, immediately provoking resistance from the Iwasaki family.

The already crowded scene became even more chaotic, and the noise seemed to pierce the eardrums.

Boom!

"Ah!"

"Murder, murder!"

The gunshots forced the crowd to barely squeeze out a space.

Katsuro Iwasaki stood there, his face ashen, holding a smoking gun. The men who had just charged at him lay on the ground.

"I assure you all, with the reputation of the Iwasaki family, that I have absolutely no idea what happened, and this monster may not have been brought here by me."

"And everyone, there's no point in worrying about these things now. Our only goal is to survive!"

"Please don't be stingy with your connections, we must get the authorities to send troops to rescue us as soon as possible!"

Hearing Katsuro Iwasaki's words, the crowd finally regained some composure, and people took out their phones again, scrolling through the contacts of important figures in their phone books.

But the next second, the cruel reality shattered the crowd that had barely managed to calm down with sheer force.

With a deafening roar.

Half of the truck crashed into the house with a bang. Instantly, the people who were nearby were compressed into a large amount of blood, which radiated across the surrounding walls like an artist's painting.

"Ahhh!"

"Help--"

The truck crashed through the door, leaving a gap in the passageway. People covered in blood were on the verge of a mental breakdown and could no longer care about anything else. They ran out like madmen, jumping haphazardly towards the broken French windows and down to the courtyard below.

The sounds of the floor hitting the ground were incessant.

The terrifying monster seemed to have already left, and did not offer any resistance.

The Iwasaki family wanted to go with them, but they had hidden too deep inside, making it difficult for them to get out now.

Boom!

Katsuro Iwasaki, who had just sworn an oath in the name of his family, shot and killed two "distinguished guests" who were blocking his way.

Then, leading their people, they pushed more people aside and quickly squeezed to the front.

However, just as one of his clansmen stepped out of the room, he vanished instantly, leaving only a scream before blood rained down from the sky.

Two more clansmen didn't have time to stop. Just like the previous one, they vanished instantly as soon as they stepped out of the room, turning into blood that spilled out.

They stopped in their tracks in alarm, looking at the head of the family, their pillar of strength, with fear.

Katsuro Iwasaki revealed a ferocious smile: "Fine, since you want us dead, then before I die, I'll see what kind of monster you really are!"

"Everyone in the Iwasaki family, charge out with me!"

Unfortunately, this determination was in vain. People kept flying into the sky and then freefalling, like toys being played with by a wicked demon.

Katsuro Iwasaki, Reihito, and Otomo have fallen from mid-air countless times and broken countless bones, yet they just can't die.

"So close. Just a little bit more."

Katsuro Iwasaki had already heard the sound of the helicopter. He reached out his hand, wanting to reach over the floor-to-ceiling window, but his hand suddenly went out of control, breaking off a shard of glass and forcibly putting it into his mouth.

"No"

Besides him, the other two were also on the verge of death.

However, compared to the ways in which other members of the tribe died, it was not particularly noticeable.

As Iwasaki Otomo stared at Iwasaki Kosuke's face beneath his black robe, his pupils constricted. Before he could utter a word, he was suspended from the crystal chandelier.

Iwasaki Reihito wanted to beg for mercy, but his bones were breaking inch by inch, causing him unbearable pain, and he finally managed to be freed with great difficulty.

The Iwasaki family, apart from countless collateral branches, has almost completely wiped out its main branch and sub-branches.

The guests were simply caught in the crossfire; many died, and the rest were all injured.

Those who could jump have already jumped; those remaining in the hall are either too afraid to jump or have physical disabilities.

Iwasaki Kosuke ignored them, only glancing at the approaching helicopter formation. He then blocked the truck in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, collected the bodies, and performed the ritual.

As the ritual was completed, his power increased slightly, but he could hardly feel it since he had already overdrawn ten years of his lifespan to enhance his strength.

He originally thought that his initial power was enough, but after overdrawing his lifespan and gaining this brief period of great power, he realized the truth.

Only by mastering this power can one grasp the truth of everything in the world.

He felt himself becoming somewhat addicted to it.

Chapter 132: Great Revenge Achieved

Iwasaki's heart was pounding, and he struggled to steady his wavering mind with reason.

It's not that he didn't want to control this power that could decide the life and death of almost all living beings.