Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

He believes more in order and law.

But now, these bastards are forcing him to make a choice.

Since he had no other choice, he didn't mind using violence.

After all, he's quite adept at creating chaos.

After glancing around again to confirm that his observations were correct, Shimada Sho strode towards the iron gate.

……

The fourth floor of the office building is Owada Financial.

As the end of the month approached and it was time to settle accounts, the business team's office was bustling with activity.

"Should we be able to join the Owada-gumi this time?"

At the entrance to the business group, a blond-haired thug questioned Kirima Tsuruno, who was leaning against the wall.

"That old man has already been brought here by us, so there shouldn't be any problems," Kirima Tsuruno said with certainty.

They came today to apply to join the group. After working hard for some time, they have met the requirements to join the Owada Group.

Several people stood in the corner of the office, their eyes occasionally glancing at the tightly closed glass door on one side.

That was Takashi Owada's office, and faint voices could be heard coming from inside.

"Look!" a subordinate suddenly exclaimed from the stairwell on one side of the office. "Isn't that Lord Takashi Owada?"

Kirima Tsuruno looked in the direction he was pointing.

A man in his early thirties walked out of the stairwell.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and there was a sinister look in his eyes.

Takashi Owada is the only son of Owada Heavy Industries and the de facto head of Owada's financial business department.

He walked expressionlessly down the corridor, pushed open the office door, and went inside.

The door wasn't closed properly, and sounds and scenes from inside could be faintly heard.

"...Mr. Owada, please grant me a few more days."

A middle-aged man knelt on the ground, his voice filled with sobs as he pleaded.

"My wife is still in the hospital, and this shop is our family's only source of income. If you take it away, our family will be finished!"

“Sasaki.” Takashi Owada sat down behind his desk and spoke in a cold tone, “It is clearly stated in the contract that the mortgage right will be automatically realized if the payment is overdue by thirty days. You have already been overdue for thirty-three days.”

"But we've already paid the interest."

“That was last month,” Takashi Owada interrupted him. “What about this month?”

The middle-aged man looked ashen and was speechless.

Kirima Tsukino withdrew his gaze, turned to his underlings and gave them a smug smile: "How about that? We brought that old man over ourselves."

"I'm definitely going to be accepted into the group this time."

"From now on, we're members of the Ōwada-gumi!"

“Oh, right, that…” The blond-haired younger brother remembered something and was about to speak.

He suddenly froze halfway through his sentence.

Because he discovered that there was suddenly another person in front of him.

Wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, he wasn't particularly tall, but standing there, he inexplicably gave off a sense of oppression.

Kirima and Tsuruno also saw it.

Thinking he was a member of the Owada-gumi, he immediately put on a fawning smile: "Brother, good evening. Is there anything we can help you with?"

The other underlings echoed this sentiment.

"I've never seen you before. Are you new here?"

"Your outfit is pretty cool."

"From now on, we're family. Please take good care of us!"

Kirima Tsuruno enthusiastically reached out his hand, wanting to pat the other person on the shoulder.

As a result, his hand stopped in mid-air as soon as he raised it.

Because the person in front of them suddenly raised their head, revealing a familiar face.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his features were well-proportioned, and there was a faint chill in his eyes.

He remembered that face.

In fact, it felt incredibly familiar.

Because on the last bus, this same person had shoved him into the bus seat.

“You, you…” Kirima Sugino’s face turned pale instantly.

Upon seeing an acquaintance, Shimada Sho smiled and said, "We meet again."

As soon as he spoke, his underlings recognized him.

In an instant, their expressions changed drastically.

Some hurriedly took a half step back, while others subconsciously covered their ribs that had been broken last time.

"what happened?"

A yakuza member in a black suit walked over, his gaze sweeping over Shimada Sho before turning to Kirima Tsuruno and asking, "Do you know him?"

“He, he is…” Kirima Tsuruno stammered, unable to speak.

The yakuza members, impatient with him, turned directly to Shimada Sho, their tone unfriendly: "Kid, what are you doing here?"

Shimada Sho didn't answer, his gaze slowly sweeping across the office.

A dozen or so gangsters were sitting at the table, some leaning against the wall.

I didn't see those people in black suits who came up earlier.

"Looking for Takashi Owada." Turning around, Shoji Shimada answered calmly.

"Looking for Young Master Long?" The other person was clearly surprised, looking him up and down before asking, "What's the matter?"

"Private matter."

"Heh!" The yakuza member chuckled, turning to look at Kirima and the others. "I'll give you a chance to prove yourselves."

"What?" Kirima's heart leaped into his throat.

Then the other party pointed at Shimada Sho, "Take care of this kid, and you'll be able to join the group today."

Upon hearing this, his face turned deathly pale.

He glanced at Shimada Sho, then at the yakuza members, his lips trembling as he said, "We..."

"What?" The gangster narrowed his eyes. "Can't you even handle such a small matter?"

Kirima Tsuruno gritted his teeth.

The opportunity to join the team is right in front of us, all we have to do is deal with this kid...

He recalled the humiliation of being beaten in public on the bus last time.

Now we are at the headquarters of the Owada Group, with the home advantage, and there is only one opponent.

can win.

"on!"

With a thought in mind, he waved his hand and charged forward.

Then--

"boom!"

From a familiar angle, in a familiar way, Shimada Sho grabbed his neck and shoved him hard.

Kirima Tsuruno's head slammed against the wall.

A feeling of dizziness washed over me, and the ceiling seemed to spin before my eyes.

His three younger brothers were about the same.

Just three seconds later, one person was clutching their stomach and curling up in a corner, another was howling while clutching their dislocated arm, and yet another was kicked away and knocked over a water dispenser.

The commotion drew the attention of the gangsters in the office, who all turned to look.

The yakuza members in front of Shimada Sho's face darkened.

"You've got some skills."

He made a gesture.

A dozen or so gangsters in the office moved at the same time.

Shimada Sho stood still, watching the figures surging in from all directions, and stretched his wrists.

He's not here to fight today.

But if these small fry blocking our way aren't cleared out, we won't be able to get through that door.

The first person rushed up, his fist aimed straight for his face.

Shimada Sho dodged to the side and delivered an elbow strike to the opponent's temple.

The man didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

The second person kicked from the side.

Instead of retreating, Shimada Sho advanced, kicking the opponent's supporting leg in the knee before the opponent's leg reached its highest point.

A crisp snapping sound.

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

The third person grabbed the ashtray from the table, but Shimada Sho delivered a straight punch to his wrist, sending the ashtray flying out of his hand.

Then came another punch, landing squarely on the bridge of his nose, causing blood to spurt out.

The fourth person, the fifth person, the sixth person...

Shimada Sho's movements were completely unpretentious.

Every punch was aimed at vital points, and every kick landed precisely on the joints.

It doesn't require much strength, just being faster and more accurate than your opponent.

The training during this period, combined with expert-level close-quarters grappling and joint locks, and physical fitness improved by +5, along with dynamic vision and reaction speed of +2.

To him, these small fish moved as slowly as if they were walking in water.

In less than three minutes, he was the only one left standing in the office.

The ground was littered with people lying haphazardly, their groans echoing throughout.

Kirima Shuno huddled in the corner, staring wide-eyed at the scene, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Shimada Sho shook the blood off his hands, looked up, and stared at the half-closed door at the end of the corridor.

None of the bodyguards in black suits from earlier showed up.

Without giving it much thought, Shimada Sho walked toward the door.

The door wasn't closed properly.

The people inside had clearly heard the commotion outside.

Shimada Sho pushed open the door.

Inside, there was Takashi Owada, and a middle-aged man kneeling in front of the desk.

He was clearly still confused about what was going on, staring blankly at Shimada Sho who had suddenly barged in.

Takashi Owada was able to see what was happening outside through the glass.

However, his expression remained calm.

Upon seeing Shimada Sho enter, he immediately asked, "Who are you?"