Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

But then he changed his mind and realized that he needed some time to digest Uesugi Ryuhiko's memory. According to Ryuhiko's experience of traveling through time and space for less than two hours, he would only recall relevant information from Uesugi Ryuhiko's memory when he encountered certain specific things. If he wanted to find a shortcut to get rich, he needed to understand this world in more detail.

And school may be a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Long Yan turned his head and glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table.

01:47AM.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning. Long Yan, who had already made up his mind to see the world, did not waste any more time. He took a quick bath and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next day, as the alarm that had been set long ago rang, Long Yan slowly opened his still sleepy eyes.

Looking at the ceiling that was obviously different from that of his own home, a hint of self-mockery appeared on Long Yan's lips, "Oh, it turns out... it's not a dream..."

Last night's plot was too exciting for a normal person, so it was inevitable that Long Yan had the illusion of "a dream" after waking up.

However, just as he was about to get up, wash up, and face his new life, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

"Are you awake, young master?"

"!!!"

Takuma Saito, who has a tough look, Araki lines on his face, and whose whole style seems a little out of tune with others, has been kneeling beside Longyan's bed in a sitting posture since some time ago.

Looking at the man with a guilty look on his face, as if he had done something to let him down, Long Yan asked softly with a twitch in the corner of his eye, "You... Uncle Saito, why are you in my room?"

It would have been better if Long Yan didn't say anything. As soon as he opened his mouth, Saito Takuma straightened his back, first pushed a handbag in front of Long Yan's bed, then put his hands on his thighs, put his hands forward on the ground in an inward-facing "eight" shape, leaned forward, raised his upper body slightly, and "smashed" his forehead on the ground with lightning speed.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a teeth-aching sound, the burly man Saito Takuma actually knelt in front of Long Yan in a dogeza posture.

"Last night I went to all the friends and relatives of the Uesugi family, but I was only able to raise less than 50 yen...

I am sorry to disappoint you, young master. I will cut my fingers to apologize now!"

After saying that, he took out a short blade from his arms without hesitation, pulled out the blade and cut towards the little finger of his left hand.

Hello, is this true?

This guy is not kidding!

"Wait...wait a minute!"

As a young man with a mole in the 21st century, Long Yan, who had received a good education since childhood, had never seen such a scene except in TV dramas. Even though he had just cut off the hands and feet of dozens of gang members with his own hands last night, he suddenly saw an acquaintance cutting off his fingers to apologize for such a trivial matter. He found it difficult to accept it and hurriedly stopped the short blade that was about to cut off.

"Young Master... Young Master, have you forgiven me?"

Listening to the earnest voice coming from his ears and looking at the face so close at hand, with the hard and angular face outlined by the "Araki Lines", Long Yan didn't know where to start complaining for a moment.

Finally, after taking the short blade from Saito Takuma, Long Yan said softly, "It's okay, Uncle Saito. No, I should say you have been a great help. I was just worried about not having the start-up funds to implement my plan. With this 50, leave the rest of the money to me."

However, after hearing the words in his ears, Saito Takuma, this iron tower-like man, showed an expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself, and said, "Young Master, you..."

Looking at Saito Takuma's somewhat complicated face, Long Yanquan regarded it as the distrust of an "adult" towards a "child".

After all, no matter how you look at it, it sounds a bit far-fetched for a 16-year-old boy to suddenly boast that he can earn million yen.

He just comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

However, after hearing Long Yan's words, Saito Takuma's expression became more complicated.

Finally, it seemed that the worry in his heart overwhelmed the dignity in his heart. Saito Takuma said suspiciously with an extremely distrustful expression on his face, "Young Master, the plan you mentioned... is it not to play Pachinko (small steel balls)? This is the only money we have left. We can't waste it on that kind of scam game."

Looking at the serious distrust on Saito Takuma's face, Long Yan's eyes seemed to have never stopped twitching since he woke up.

How unreliable was this Uesugi Ryuhiko in the past?

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Chapter 8: The hero saving the beauty is timeless no matter what era it is in

"This Uesugi Ryuhiko is really unreliable..."

Walking on the way to school, he did not bump into any reckless female classmates at the corner, nor did he meet any beautiful girls running wildly on the uphill. Recalling Saito Takuma's worried eyes like an old father, God knows how much Ryuhiko had to say to make him believe that he really didn't use that money to play pachinko.

However, after touching his empty lower back and pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose with a little discomfort, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Long Yan's mouth.

It's quite interesting to say that although Ryuhiko Uesugi's past was quite unreliable, he was born with a good appearance. According to Saito Takuma, he looks like his mother Chijun Uesugi.

And Ryuhiko discovered it when he was taking a shower last night. In order to make himself look less weak, Uesugi Ryuhiko bought a pair of contact lenses before the transaction.

It has to be said that with his hair combed like an adult, wearing Saito Takuma's black windbreaker, inserting the short blade borrowed from Saito Takuma, and with a height of just over 16 meters, the -year-old Uesugi Ryuhiko can indeed be called a young talent in terms of appearance.

It's a pity that when he put on those slightly thick glasses, it was like Superman wearing black-framed glasses, and he instantly turned into an ordinary little reporter Clark Kent.

This transformation, which could be described as sorcery, even gave Long Yan the confidence that he would not be recognized even if he stood in front of the Italian gangsters from yesterday.

“Come to think of it, I don’t know if there is a ‘return home club’ I can join.

Honestly, although I want to know this world in detail, I don’t really want to have too many interactions with the students in school, especially that Kudo Shinichi…”

Just as Mao Lilan said, today is the club recruitment activity for freshmen at Xinghai High School. In Japanese campus culture, club culture is a very important part. Sometimes students are even encouraged, deceived, urged or coerced to join various clubs. Some students who do not belong to any club, student union or various committees, and have no group activities to participate in may even be isolated and excluded.

But for Long Yan, he had no such concerns. In some ways, he even hoped to have more time to implement his plan.

After all, the daily class time in Japan is not that long, and if Japanese students do not attend various cram schools, they are extremely free.

However, if he adds on the time he needs to spend in clubs after school in the afternoon, he will not have much time left to make money.

“Oh hoo!

She's a cutest girl I've never seen before!

Freshmen this year?

Hey, I know a great store, do you want to go with us? "

However, just as Long Yan was thinking about his money-making plan and moving towards the school according to his body's instinct, a frivolous voice suddenly reached his ears: "His mother, open the door for me!", which was extremely frivolous.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, Long Yan subconsciously frowned slightly.

Because of his height, the first person who caught his eye was a tall young man dressed like a student, but with long hair dyed blond. He was estimated to be at least 1.78 meters tall, which was not much shorter than him.

Next to him was the curly-haired and long-haired young men standing next to the yellow-haired man. These three young men looked as if the words "I am a bad boy" were written on their faces. At this time, they were forming a V-shape, blocking a girl whose appearance could not be seen clearly but who was definitely a beautiful girl, in the corner of the street.

After all, from the gaps between the three men's legs, it is not difficult to see the girl's slender, white, yet flawless legs.

You have to know that in Japan, a country where kneeling is the traditional sitting posture, most women have some bow legs due to their sitting habits since childhood. The legs of the girl who was surrounded in front of you make people want to exclaim "Oh!" involuntarily, not to mention the greedy looks on the faces of the three teenage bad boys.

She is definitely a super beautiful girl with a score of 90 or above!

A hero saving a beauty is a romantic and enjoyable thing in any era. In addition, he had learned some free fighting skills in his previous life. Even without the foundation of Kamiya Katsushimura and Wairyu, Long Yan was not afraid of the three bad boys.

No, it should be said that after experiencing the fight last night, Long Yan no longer takes this kind of gangster who only knows how to blackmail his classmates with his fists seriously.

He and these three people are not from the same dimension at all.

"Let the girl go."

The words came out of Long Yan's mouth very naturally, as if he had said them hundreds of times. His voice, which was majestic but slightly magnetic, naturally attracted the other party's attention.

However, something strange happened at this time.

Just when the three gangsters led by Huangmao turned their eyes to Long Yan, the girl who was trapped in the corner by the three men suddenly swung the schoolbag in her hand, and with a beautiful arc, she swung the sharpest right angle of the schoolbag very accurately on Huangmao's crotch.

Critical hit, critical hit, critical hit!

The softest part of the body was suddenly hit hard, and the heart-wrenching pain made Huangmao kneel on the ground, covering his crotch.

"Ah Satoru!"

"Ah Satoru!"

Seeing their companion suddenly suffered a serious injury, Curly-hair and Long-hair were a little panicked for a moment. They shouted loudly and squatted down to support Yellow-hair.

After successfully "breaking the egg", the girl who was trapped in the corner did not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She got rid of the blockade of three people with just a flash, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the bulging blue veins and the elongated horse face with yellow hair the color of red pig liver, although the other party was an "enemy", Long Yan still twitched his face slightly as if he felt the same way.

However, after the girl successfully "broke through", Long Yan did not follow her and yo-yoed.

In most cases, girls' physical strength and explosive power are far inferior to boys'. No matter if he and the girl run separately or together, he will always be caught up if the other party has the advantage in numbers, not to mention that the other party is a senior "senior" who has developed physically earlier than him.

If the girl was blocked by the three men again when they were running away separately, his "heroic rescue" would become meaningless.

Rather than facing this situation, it is better for me to "stay and do this good thing to the end.

Facing the three yellow-haired men who stood up while enduring the severe pain in their crotch and walked towards him with fierce looks on their faces, Long Yan took off his glasses, lowered his head, and gently wiped the lenses of his glasses with the corner of his school uniform. His leisurely and contented look showed that he didn't take the three men seriously at all.

Chapter 9: Breath of Fire

"Tsk... As expected of a delinquent, he's even poorer than me..."

After shaking the three 100-yen coins he had retrieved from the yellow-haired man's shriveled wallet, Long Yan curled his lips in disgust as he looked at the yellow-haired man who had fallen to the ground and was unable to get up. He casually threw the low-quality condoms and a plastic bag of unknown powder he had retrieved from his wallet at the yellow-haired man, then squatted down and spoke in a deep voice, word by word.

"We are all from the same school. I have no right to interfere with your serious relationship. After all, even a delinquent deserves his or her own love. But don't let me see you use these despicable means again, otherwise... you know the consequences."

He casually put the three coins he got from "robbing the rich to help the poor" into his pocket. After all, although Long Yan now has the powerful weapon Baymax in his hand, he is really poor. He would not mind if he could accumulate more, even if it is only 300 yen.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

However, just as he stood up and prepared to walk towards the school, a sparse but loud applause suddenly sounded behind him.

"when......"

The perception that was so sharp that even people who were secretly monitoring him could detect it had already dissipated as the time on the experience card returned to zero. Long Yan, who didn't notice the person standing behind him at all, subconsciously frowned slightly, but then relaxed.

If this person was a companion of Huangmao and others, he would have launched a sneak attack just now and would not have made any noise to attract his attention.

However, just as he turned around, his expression froze on his face.

Purgatory Kyojuro?

He saw a boy wearing the same school uniform as him, but with exaggerated long yellow hair. The color of the edges of part of his hair was as red as a burning flame. He looked at him with a bright face and said in a deep voice, "I have been here since you said 'let go of that girl'. You are really agile. Are you a freshman this year?"

The boy's explanation did not make Long Yan get over his surprise. Facing the boy in front of him who looked and dressed very similar to Rengoku Kyojuro, Long Yan subconsciously cast a [Detection Technique] on him.

Breath of Fire level 19, actual combat level 10.

Oh shit, what kind of monster is this?

Is he still a student like me?

Although the actual combat level is relatively low, what about this martial arts skill that is as high as level 19?

and......

As for Breath of Fire, could it be that there are ghosts in this world?

Countless question marks kept popping up in Long Yan's mind, and he didn't even pay attention to the questions asked by the young man in front of him.

As if he had noticed something strange about Long Yan, the boy who looked very similar to Rengoku Kyojuro gently waved his hand in front of Long Yan's eyes. After Long Yan came to his senses, he continued in confusion, "My name is Rengoku Momojuro, a student in Class B, Grade 2 of Xinghai High School. I think you have seen me before?"

Purgatory Momojuro?

The young man's words made Long Yan think of something as if something had suddenly occurred to him.

It is the world without demons after the finale of Demon Slayer!

Quickly sorting out the somewhat chaotic thoughts in his mind, looking at Rengoku Momojuro who was a little confused but had extremely clear eyes, Long Yan couldn't help but smile softly and said, "Ah, maybe I saw you at the opening ceremony yesterday. After all, Rengoku's hair color is so special, it's hard not to notice it."

As if he had long been accustomed to his eye-catching hair color, Rengoku Momojuro just shrugged casually, "Since you are a freshman this year, it is better to hurry up and go to school. After all, if you are late on the second day of enrollment, Mr. Sawada will be angry and punish you to run laps."

Having said that, Rengoku Momojuro actually pulled Long Yan up and ran towards the school.

Perhaps it was due to the genes from the original owner's parents, or perhaps it was because of the residual bonus from yesterday's experience card, Long Yan's physical strength was unexpectedly good. He didn't even feel out of breath as he jogged behind Rengoku Momojuro.

However, as the two were running towards the school, Rengoku Momojuro, who was running in front, suddenly turned around and asked, "Huh? Your physical strength is pretty good too, right?

I remember today is the day for freshman clubs to recruit new members. Would you like to consider joining the Kendo Club?"