Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

In their opinion, everything that just happened happened too fast, so fast that in just a blink of an eye, the situation turned 180 degrees. They couldn't believe it and even thought that Long Yan had used some kind of sorcery to defeat the nearly invincible Bando senior in their eyes.

It was not until the purple-haired girl, who had been standing on the sidelines with Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko and witnessed the entire process, clapped her hands together that they came back to their senses from the shock.

"I lost."

Looking at the calm Ryuhiko in front of him, Bando Ueto's stern face, which had been tense all the time, suddenly relaxed, and he spoke softly with a bitter voice.

However, just as the words of surrender fell, Bando Ueto, who had a bitter expression on his face just now, suddenly turned serious. He did not even look at the bamboo sword against his throat, but stared at Long Yan in front of him without blinking and spoke in a deep voice.

"According to the agreement, if you win, no one in the Kendo Club, including me, will attack you again because of Satoru, but..."

Having said this, Bando Ueto paused slightly, then continued in an extremely serious tone.

“But we absolutely do not agree with your approach!

You clearly have the power to defeat me, but you are doing this to rob people. Won't your sword cry?!"

Bando Ueto's words were so deafening that even the kendo club members who had just lowered their heads because of his defeat, raised their heads involuntarily after hearing these words, and stared at Ryuhiko, the "winner", with indignation.

As the instigator of this farce, the yellow-haired Awu was even more angry, and shouted loudly as if he had suffered a great injustice.

“Boss Bando is right!

Even if you defeat us, we will never succumb to your tyranny..."

However, before Huangmao could finish his words, a sudden sound interrupted him.

"Oh my, is it so lively today? What are you all doing here?"

Accompanied by a voice that sounded very energetic, Rengoku Momojuro, who had already changed into a kendo uniform, appeared in the kendo club's venue.

"Shh!"

Seeing the familiar figure appear in the stadium, Long Yan's mouth subconsciously formed an arc of "You are finally here".

He knew that the moment Rengoku Momojuro appeared, the situation would be reversed instantly.

However, just as he was about to say hello to Rengoku Momojuro, all the members of the kendo club in the venue, including Bando Ueto who was standing in front of him, quickly stood up from their sitting position, and then bowed their heads in unison in the direction of Rengoku Momojuro and shouted in unison.

"Minister of Purgatory!"

The shouts of hundreds of young boys and girls echoed in the empty stadium, and were surprisingly like thunder.

"Well, very good, very energetic!"

Looking at the kendo club members who bowed and saluted, Momojuro nodded slightly with a smile as warm as the sun on his face, as a response to everyone.

Then, he seemed to have discovered something. Looking at Long Yan, who had put down the bamboo sword in his hand and was looking at him with a smile on his face, Momojuro asked uncertainly.

“Are you… Long Yan?

Have you finally figured out that you want to join the Kendo Club?

Welcome, welcome!"

Momojuro's words were like dropping a huge rock into a calm lake. The members of the kendo club who had just straightened their backs stared at him in astonishment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

As the person closest to Momojuro and Ryuhiko, Bando Ueto asked Momojuro before Ryuhiko could say anything: "Buyer, you... you know him?"

Everything that happened before his eyes was so unexpected that even the upright Bando Ueto almost lost his tongue.

"Yeah, I just met him this morning."

Momojuro admitted it very straightforwardly, so straightforwardly that even Bando Ue didn't know how to refute him.

However, when faced with the "big issues", Bando Ueto did not back down because of Momojuro's status as a minister. Instead, he argued and simply recounted to Momojuro the events of Ryuhiko's ambush on the three yellow-haired men and his robbing of their textbook fees.

"Bullmaster! I will never allow such a person to join the Kendo Club!"

Although Momojuro seems to be a straightforward martial arts fanatic who is a bit stupid, it does not mean that he is stupid. After just listening to Bando Ueto's description once, he roughly understood the cause and effect of the matter.

Looking at Long Yan who always kept smiling, apology appeared on his face.

“I see, that’s how it is.

I'm sorry, Long Yan, this guy is actually a member of my Kendo Club. If there is a crack in the ground, I really want to crawl into it right now."

"Hmm? Minister?" Momojuro's words made Bando Ueto slightly stunned, and his thick eyebrows were squeezed together again. He suddenly remembered that Momojuro had just mentioned Ryuhiko, whom he had just met in the morning.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck his heart like a blessing.

"Awu! Get out here!"

An angry roar came out of Bando Ueto's mouth, and the yellow-haired man, who was already sweating profusely, and his two accomplices felt their legs go weak and they sat down on the ground.

He never expected that everything he did in the morning would be witnessed by Momojuro, the head of the Kendo Club. Otherwise, with Momojuro's prestige in the Kendo Club, it would be impossible for him to apologize to Long Yan in public before finding out the truth.

He had originally only wanted Bando Ueto to vent his anger and extort some pocket money from him, but he had not expected to push himself into a situation where there was no room for negotiation.

At this moment, Huangmao felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

There is no need to ask any more questions, the performance of the three yellow-haired men has already explained it all.

Seeing this, Bando Ueto didn't hesitate at all. His jade-like spine bent down directly, and he bowed to Long Yan at an angle of more than 90 degrees and shouted: "Because of my mistaken trust, you have been trapped in this meaningless fight. I am very sorry! I will take responsibility for this! I..."

Bando Ueto's words were no longer as stiff as before, and emotions of regret and guilt filled his chest.

However, before he finished speaking, Long Yan interrupted him and said, "Everyone needs to pay for their own actions. They are no longer children. You don't have to take responsibility for their mistakes. I think that in the near future, they will regret what they did today from the bottom of their hearts."

Long Yan's words were very soft, and he even maintained a faint smile on his face while speaking, but for some reason, when these words reached the ears of the three yellow-haired men, when they saw Long Yan's grinning mouth, they subconsciously shuddered.

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Chapter 21 Who are you, handsome guy?

The three yellow-haired guys were kicked out of the kendo club.

However, Long Yan did not punish the three yellow-haired men, and did not even beat them up.

Because he knew that someone would help him.

No matter which country's campus culture is, a person's reputation is very important, even if it is a bad one.

Lies, blackmail, and using classmates from the same club as pawns, these three points alone are enough to turn them from bullies to the bullied in the school.

This can be seen from the blushing and almost ashamed expressions of the kendo club members when Rengoku Momojuro said, "I want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into." They will definitely spare no effort to get them out of this disgraceful role.

To this end, they even did not hesitate to distort the course of events to a certain extent and put all the "sins" on Huangmao and the other three.

Not to mention that the three yellow-haired guys, who were bad guys, were defeated head-on by Long Yan in a one-on-three situation. Even the most basic deterrent power no longer existed.

When their classmates' disgust and the aura of fear brought by the "bad guys" identity disappear, they will probably find it difficult to return to their original "status" in this school, no, perhaps even if they transfer to other schools in Tokyo.

Some people are alive but already dead. This is roughly what social death is.

As for Bando Ueto, Ryuhiko did not have any bad feelings towards this "senior" with a somewhat anxious look. In fact, to some extent, he was a little grateful to Bando Ueto.

In the battle just now, he gained far more than what he showed.

“Long Yan, you are so amazing. I didn’t expect you to be able to defeat Senior Bando. It’s incredible. Where did you learn your swordsmanship?

I don’t usually see you participating in club activities.”

However, before he had the time to recall the details of the battle, seeing that things had finally come to an end, Ran Mouri and Suzuki Sonoko quickly walked up to him. Ran Mouri asked excitedly with a look on her face.

Facing Mao Lilan's question, perhaps thinking of something, Long Yan replied inexplicably: "I probably learned it when I was in Hawaii."

Mao Lilan: "?"

Perhaps it was because it was the first time that Mao Lilan heard this line, and her mind had not yet had time to connect swordsmanship and Hawaii.

But the girl next to him named Dudao praised him in a rather admiring tone: "It is indeed a wonderful sword. I am glad that you can join the Kendo Club. If there is a chance, I would like to spar with you."

The loose kendo uniform cannot hide the curvy figure.

There is a hint of fanaticism in the coldness, and the eyes seem full of contradictions.

It seems abrupt, but it looks extremely harmonious on her body, like long hair like a blooming purple mandala.

At just one glance, Long Yan was deeply attracted by the woman in front of him.

83/56/86.

It's Busujima Saeko!

Familiar data... No, the name has come to his lips, and Long Yan almost blurted it out.

In the end, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the response was standardized as “Hello, senior sister, please give me your guidance in the future.”

However, while responding, Long Yan subconsciously cast a [Detection Technique] on Busujima Saeko.

The level of the Busujima style is 12, and the actual combat level is 9.

Well, very good and powerful.

His swordsmanship level is the same as Mao Lilan's karate level, but his actual combat level is only lower than that Italian mafia master he met last night and Rengoku Momojuro, the head of Xinghai High School's kendo club.

If I practice with her, my fighting skills should improve very quickly.

Yes, Long Yan discovered in the battle just now that his martial arts skills level had improved.

Kamiya Katsushimryu is level 4, my style is level 6, and practical combat is level 5.

Although there is no obvious change in the actual combat level, Kamiya Katsushinryu and Wairyu have both improved by a full level. At least from this we can see that in addition to practice, one's martial arts skills can be improved by fighting against strong opponents.

Rengoku Momojuro, who possesses level 12 Busujima-style swordsmanship and level 19 Flame Breathing, is undoubtedly the best sparring partner that Long Yan can find at the moment.

Moreover, there is one thing that is worth noting.

Breathwork!

It is a way of breathing that can strengthen the cardiopulmonary function by regulating breathing, allowing the blood to obtain a large amount of oxygen in a short period of time. It can not only greatly enhance the various abilities of the human body, but can even make people temporarily have physical fitness comparable to that of ghosts.

Although as of now, this world should involve the world without demons after the finale of Demon Slayer, but since the Breathing of Flame of the Rengoku family has been passed down, it may not be impossible to strengthen the body through breathing techniques like in Demon Slayer to achieve almost inhuman strength.

This is a way out that Long Yan left for himself. If he cannot earn 300 million yen within a year, at least in terms of military strength, he must have the power to challenge the Kowloon Group.

While Long Yan was thinking, he always felt that since he defeated Bando Ueto, no, it should be said that since the time when he defeated Bando Ueto, he felt that a strange pair of eyes had been staring at him.

That feeling was different from the surveillance I felt when using the trial card last night. It was a more naked and undisguised feeling.

He subconsciously looked in the direction that gave him the strange feeling, only to find that Suzuki Sonoko had been looking at him with a starry expression since he didn't know when.

"Suzu... Suzuki-senpai, what are you looking at? I... I'm a little panicked."

When his eyes met with Suzuki Sonoko's, Long Yan felt that the strange gaze seemed to become hot in an instant. He subconsciously took a half step back, and then asked softly with a dry throat.

Suzuki Sonoko: "Who are you, handsome guy?"

But his inquiry was only answered with a question.

Long Yan: “?”

Hey, although this face is indeed as handsome as the readers of this book after taking off the glasses, aren't your eyes a little too aggressive?

As if she realized her own gaffe, Suzuki Sonoko quickly coughed twice to cover it up, "Ahem... No, oh, don't call me Suzuki-senpai, it sounds strange, just call me Sonoko-sister like you call Xiaolan, wahahahahaha!"

Hello, are you calling Sonoko-sister now?

Didn’t you warn me an hour ago not to go after Xiaolan?

So now you're planning to target me?

And what's with that devilish laughter of yours that imitates Kogoro Mori?

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Chapter 22: The First Shot to Pry the Nine Dragons

At night, the lights are on.