Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

But the young man just put the plate of bean paste buns on the tombstone next to her, and then, without caring about the mud on the ground, he sat cross-legged next to her and whispered.

“This world is big and cruel, isn’t it?

But, in this world, if there is no food and water, what a terrible and painful thing that would be.

I have no right or obligation to stop you from choosing such a painful way to end your life.

But...if I can survive after eating it, won't I be able to see tomorrow?"

Long Yan's words were very soft, and even sounded a little confusing, but when his words fell into Kitahara Kong's ears, it was like a wake-up call.

Beiyuan Kong, whose pupils shrank slightly, suddenly found a surge of strength from somewhere and picked up the red bean paste bun beside him with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth in big mouthfuls while sobbing.

"The red bean paste buns are so sweet, damn!"

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PS.1. Roar, at the request of my good brother “Elegy”, Kitahara Sora finally made his appearance.

It's just gender...

Hey, you didn’t say you wanted a “male”!

PS.2. I was called up to work as a driver for the women in the company during the day, and came back to accompany my wife at night. I was really exhausted...

There is only one update today, as usual, +1 for the update I owe you

Red bean paste Smith Marseille!

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Chapter 113: It's a waste not to read it

"This is your room. You can use the bathroom, kitchen, and living room as you like. Uncle Saito's room is on the second floor, and he usually won't come up here unless there are special circumstances.

As for the rent...

My milk tea shop happens to be short of a helper during the day shift on weekdays. I will pay you."

On the third floor of Longjing Mixiang, Long Yan introduced this small shop while whispering instructions to Beiyuan Kong who had nothing in his hands.

Yes, he "picked up" this woman who tried to imitate Sakata Gintoki.

Although Kitahara Sora is indeed very beautiful and has a figure that will never starve a child, Long Yan is not a superficial person who would be tempted by beauty.

He was just quite interested in Kitahara Sora's "War Expert" fighting skills, which were as high as level 38.

It has been a while since Long Yan came to this world. He is not stingy with the [Detection Technique] which does not require any consumption. Whenever he sees someone who looks like he has martial arts skills, he will use the [Detection Technique] to see what the person is really like. It is because of this that he has summed up a rule.

If there is no clear school, martial arts are generally street fights. Only when the user has devoted himself to practicing a certain skill, such as boxing, karate, taekwondo, and swordsmanship, will the corresponding school be displayed.

Obviously, just by looking at the name, you can tell that the fighting skill of War Expert is definitely not a martial arts skill that ordinary people can possess. According to Long Yan's guess, even Sakata Gintoki, whom Kitahara Sora imitated before, might not be able to possess it.

The only person he could think of who possessed this kind of fighting skills was probably Sosuke Sagara from Full Metal Panic.

Of course, Long Yan also had his reasons for letting a woman like Kitahara Sora who possessed such "dangerous" fighting skills stay by his side.

He is so short of people.

A force cannot consist of only a leader, unless the force is so powerful that its leader alone is invincible. Otherwise, without executors and a series of corresponding professional talents, even the smallest force cannot operate smoothly.

Strictly speaking, apart from his collaborator Ryuya Danno, the only person he can use is Takuma Saito. For others, such as the Suzuki Group behind Suzuki Sonoko and Fujiwara Daichi, the father of Fujiwara Chika, he needs to pay certain benefits in exchange for the "help" he wants.

Not to mention the two "willful and reckless" organizations, the Sanno Federation and the White Devil. They are simply the kind of people who say, "If I like you, I will help you even if I have to pay you. If I don't like you, don't expect me to surrender no matter how much money you give me."

In this situation, if there is a chance to convert Kitahara Sora into one's own combat force, it would save Long Yan a lot of effort.

Even if we take a step back and say that even if Kitahara Sora cannot be used by him, having an extra attractive tenant is not a bad thing, right?

What if the people of Kowloon Group were desperate and ignored the orders of Jiushi Longxin and sent an assassination team to him? How could Beiyuan Kong, a war expert, sit idly by and watch him, the landlord who lived under the same roof with him?

Kitahara Sora on the side glanced around the room, which had no decorations but was quite clean and tidy. He nodded with satisfaction at first, and then looked at Long Yan, who still looked like a student, with a teasing look, and chuckled softly in a slightly teasing tone.

"Will you let me live on the same floor with you? You are very mean, little brother. If you want, I can use other methods to reduce the rent."

As he spoke, Kitahara Sora also unbuttoned a button on his shirt collar, looking ready to be taken advantage of.

The button, which was already trying its best to hold up the clothes and prevent them from breaking, felt even more "pressured" after one of the "members" was freed. If one had to use an image to describe this moment, then the button that was holding up Kitahara Sora's clothes on his chest probably looked like Tobey Maguire's version of Spider-Man trying to stop a train from running off the tracks.

In response to Kitahara Sora's nonsense, Long Yan's expression did not change at all, and he didn't even bother to twitch the corners of his eyes.

The business world is like a battlefield, and Long Yan is very good at observing people's micro-expressions. Although Kitahara Sora's words were full of temptation, there was not a trace of love between men and women in her eyes, so Long Yan naturally took Kitahara Sora's words as empty talk.

Of course, if Kitahara Sora is serious, he wouldn't mind having a 419.

Let's get back to the point. Facing Kitahara Sora's teasing, Long Yan just casually responded: "Uncle Saito has to take care of the store, so he gets up early and goes to bed late every day, so I want to find him a helper for the day shift. If you don't mind his work and rest schedule disturbing you, you can live on the second floor. The decoration structure of the upper and lower floors is the same, and there is also a vacant room on the second floor."

Seeing that his "honey trap" was ignored by Long Yan, a hint of surprise flashed in Kitahara Kong's eyes.

She prided herself on being quite pretty. According to her idea, a young high school student like Long Yan, who was full of vigor and vitality, was the most unable to resist temptation and was also at the age when he had the strongest fantasies about sex. A mature big sister like her was basically the "universal type" for all boys who were just beginning to fall in love. Unless they had some special fetishes, they would definitely not be able to resist her temptation.

After all, in her opinion, people who can remain calm and unmoved by temptations that are so close to them probably only appear in novels.

The results of it......

Not only did Long Yan ignore her seduction, but even his crotch, which was motionless, didn't seem to have any physiological reaction at all.

Could this boy be gay?

However, as soon as this idea appeared in Kitahara Sora's mind, she quickly rejected it.

How could a homosexual stare at her chest so rudely?

Long Yan stared at the fat on her chest openly, as if to say that it would be a waste not to look.

Kitahara Sora, who was confused for a moment, suddenly burst out laughing.

She felt that the young man in front of her was becoming more and more interesting.

After hearing Long Yan's words, as if to avoid his slightly aggressive gaze, she first buttoned up her collar, and then replied softly, "No, this layer is fine."

However, Kitahara Sora had just finished speaking when, as if realizing that he had just buttoned his shirt, he put on a teasing look and added, "But if you want to do something to me at night, maybe I won't refuse you."

Chapter 114: Have you ever seen Tokyo at four in the morning?

"Oh, I really hope what you said is true, big sister."

Long Yan sneered at Kitahara Sora's ridicule, especially when he pronounced the last three words with a heavier tone.

When he was reading novels in his previous life, he wanted to complain. Why was it that when passers-by saw the heroine, they all had expressions as if they wanted to fight with her for three hundred rounds, but when the protagonist looked at the heroine, his eyes were clear as if he could not see any impurities?

Anyway, he couldn't understand it. Could it be because everyone was not using the same XP system?

When facing Kitahara Sora, Ryuhiko won't be as careful as he is with "ordinary people" like Teruhashi Kokomi. As for the level 38 war expert, instead of worrying about whether she will be retaliated by Kowloon, he should worry about himself, right?

Without paying much attention to Kitahara Sora, Long Yan went straight back to his room and locked the door.

He didn't think that locking the door could prevent Kitahara Sora, the "war expert", from breaking in. He just wanted to tell Kitahara Sora by locking the door.

Let's stop our conversation here for now.

As if irritated by Long Yan's sneering attitude, an angry crossroads suddenly appeared on Kitahara Kong's smooth forehead.

However, Kitahara Sora did not take any drastic actions. Even though the thin wooden door in front of her did not even need to be unlocked in her eyes and could be broken in with just one kick, she still did not try to rush into the room to have any more in-depth discussion with Long Yan.

As if the thin wooden door in front of her was an unbreakable barrier, she just stood in front of the door, suppressing the unhappiness in her heart as much as possible, and said softly in a gentle tone: "If you are doing anything unspeakable in there, sister can lend you a few photos of me, Long~~~Yan~~~Jun~~~"

Kitahara Sora dragged out the last syllable of the three words "Long Yanjun" very long, with a hint of coquettishness and charm, but the response she received was a long silence.

Seeing this, Kitahara Sora raised his eyebrows in disapproval, and then walked straight to the room that belonged to her.

She didn't believe it yet.

Living under the same roof with a beauty of her level every day, how could Long Yan not even get a drink of her footbath water?

Little do people know that, whether in reality or in novels, a woman's fall often begins with curiosity or obsession with the opposite sex.

Even war experts are no exception.

On the other side, Long Yan, with the door locked, was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone with some boredom, until there was no movement from Kitahara Sora outside the door. Then he turned over and sat up, and took out the bamboo sword given to him by Rengoku Momojuro.

Just as Longyan requested, the bamboo sword that Taojuro gave him was the bamboo sword that Taojuro used for daily practice.

He did not dare to take the bamboo sword that Momojuro used during his confrontation training with his father Rengoku Matsujuro, for fear that the "weight" carried by the bamboo sword would once again consume his mind, which had just recovered a little bit.

After making sure that there was no sound outside the door, he swallowed another [Empathy Capsule] without hesitation.

Just like when he held the reverse-edged sword in his hand, almost in an instant, Long Yan's mind was drawn to the bamboo sword in his hand that originally belonged to Momojuro.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Heavy breathing sounds continued to surround his ears, and when Long Yan regained his "vision" from his trance, a figure in training clothes was standing in that special martial arts training ground, constantly waving a bamboo sword in his hand.

However, this time, Long Yan did not "enter" a certain role as he did when he empathized with the reverse blade. Instead, he seemed to have transformed into a wisp of air, a speck of dust, or a stream of water vapor, and looked at the young man wielding the bamboo sword in front of him from all directions.

To be honest, Long Yan had seen Momojuro in training.

Before Saito Takuma came to Rengoku's house to pick him up today, at about 4 o'clock in the morning, Momojuro had already changed into his training clothes and came to the martial arts training ground. If he hadn't been sitting in the wind because of "lack of oxygen" the day before and suffered from insomnia, he might not have known that Momojuro actually got up at 4 o'clock in the morning every day to practice air swings.

When he asked Momojuro if he got up at this time every day to practice, Momojuro replied.

I know what Tokyo looks like at 4 a.m. every day.

From that moment on, the label of "genius" was torn off from Taojuro in Longyan's mind.

Because he really couldn't use these two words to erase the efforts made by Momojuro.

Back to the topic, although I just fainted due to "lack of oxygen" the day before and am temporarily unable to carry out high-intensity training, there is still no problem for me to observe in that special training room, just as if I were taking a sauna.

But to be honest, when he watched Momojuro's air swing training, apart from words like focus, seriousness, and meticulousness, he was completely unable to extract anything valuable from Momojuro's air swing movements.

But after entering this special empathy space, perhaps because he had transformed into tangible or intangible things such as air, sunlight, and water vapor, after observing the air swings countless times, he actually slowly grasped something in Momojuro's movements that could not be expressed in words.

But just as he was about to savor it carefully, his mind was pulled back to reality with a familiar feeling of trance.

"Did 10 minutes pass so quickly?"

An incredible look appeared in Long Yan's eyes. He looked at the bamboo sword in surprise. He couldn't believe that the time that seemed like years when he was using the reverse-blade sword, passed in the blink of an eye after he switched to this bamboo sword.

Immediately, the wealthy Long Yan only felt the degree of mental fatigue slightly, and then swallowed another [Empathy Capsule].

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Momojuro was still breathing heavily, concentrating on his air swings as if nothing around him could wake him up.

This time, time still flew by, but after Long Yan's mind returned to reality, he did not continue to buy [Empathy Capsules] as he did last time. He just stroked his chin with his fingers, quietly recalling the indescribable feeling he had captured in the empathy space.

Immediately, he stood up straight without any warning, and then held the knife in both hands and slashed heavily at the air in front of him.

"call!"

The sound of breathing and breaking through the air rang out. If someone placed the image of Rengoku Momojuro in training next to Long Yan at this moment, they would be surprised to find that the two of them looked so similar when they were swinging in the air...

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PS. When I wrote about how focused a person can be, I thought of Kobe for some reason.

To be honest, although I started watching basketball quite early, I have never had any favorite players or teams. The 08 Celtics barely count as one, but I don’t know why, at the end of Kobe’s career, I suddenly fell in love with this focused and persistent man.

And it was not in the 09 season when he led the team to win the championship, but in the 08 season when he failed.

Now that I think about it, I clearly liked the Celtics, but in the end I fell in love with the losing Lakers spirit. It was really an interesting experience.

Chapter 115: Nice Body

When people concentrate on doing something, time always passes quickly.

When Long Yan's mind was pulled back to reality from his state of concentration by the noisy ringing of his cell phone, the scene outside the window had been filled with the night since he had no idea when.