Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 480 Escape with All Their Might
Since things had already come to this point, with Attorney Zhou threatening him to turn himself in, vandalizing his place, and even killing someone on his turf, even if Brother Sun was afraid of getting into trouble, he had no choice but to take action now.

With so many people present, how could they possibly lose to a mere lawyer?

Sending him to jail is worse than sending him to death!

Brother Sun slammed the table and roared, "Send the form in eight days!" His underlings responded in unison, grabbing beer bottles and batons and rushing over. The scene descended into chaos, resembling a slow-motion scene from a Hong Kong movie where negotiations had fallen apart, with a group of gangsters attacking the protagonist.

Fushimi Shika grabbed a stool, and with a swift motion, swept aside the henchmen on both sides. Then, he threw the stool aside, grabbed a fruit knife, braced himself against the mahjong table with one hand, and leaped over to grab Brother Sun's hair, pulling him sharply backward.

Sun's face looked as if his soul had been drained, pulled backward and twisted out of shape. His scalp was in so much pain that it felt like it was going to split open. He could only lean back with the force of Fushimi Shika and throw a backhand punch at Fushimi Shika's cheek.

With a soft thud, Fushimi Shika, like a pig being slaughtered, grabbed Sun Ge by the hair and stabbed him in the neck. The punch lost its power and landed lightly on his shoulder, weakly pulling at his arm.

Before the other henchmen could react, he swiftly stabbed Brother Sun three times, turning him into a sieve.

"Brother Sun!"

The underlings were furious. The braver ones went shirtless and fought, while the smarter ones ran out to grab weapons. Fushimi Shika dodged and weaved, fighting four hands with his bare fists, and for a time the battle was fierce.

Yi Zetao and Ma Xiang were about to slip away when Yuan Yuzi blocked them at the door and demanded, "Where are you going?"

“There are about ten people inside! Attorney Zhou is definitely finished, we can't let him drag us down with us…”

Before Ma Xiang could finish speaking, Yuan Yuzi brandished her gun and said, "Go back! How can you desert your post? Have you forgotten why we're here?"

“Of course I remember,” Yi Zetao interjected, trying to persuade him, “but the situation doesn’t require our intervention. Brother Sun’s men will naturally handle Attorney Zhou…”

“If they can’t solve it, then even if we join in, it’ll be a waste of time!” Ma Xiang added.

Yuan Yuzi looked at him with disappointment, thinking that the underworld was indeed the underworld, and their discipline was no match for the police. They were only one step away from success, how could they back down? It was a good opportunity to have so many people helping them, when would they have another chance like this?

She explained the situation clearly, stating that based on her understanding of Attorney Zhou, Sun's henchmen definitely wouldn't be able to subdue Attorney Zhou, which was why they had to help, increasing their chances of winning.

Ma Xiang shook his head repeatedly, refusing to help no matter what; Yi Zetao didn't react much, but he was moving towards the door.

Seeing this, Yuan Yuzi angrily said, "Didn't you say you were willing to go through fire and water? You're scared of such a small difficulty?"

Yi Zetao genuinely had no idea where an eight-year-old child got such courage. They say you can judge a person's character by their actions, and he was now truly convinced.

He was convinced, but it was impossible for him to risk his life for them. He could only politely say that he didn't have the ability and that he had only used exaggerated language to express their sincerity, not that he was really going to great lengths for them.

After hearing this, Yuan Yuzi finally understood what kind of people these two were.

Since force didn't work, Yuan Yuzi had to resort to other methods to spur him on: "You two need to think this through. If Attorney Zhou isn't dead, you two will be next... You all saw how Liu Daniu died, right? If you don't find a way to arrest him now, will you ever have a peaceful life?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiang's mind conjured up images of being haunted by evil spirits day and night. No matter where he hid, Lawyer Zhou would find him and slaughter him like an animal, cutting his throat and bleeding him cruelly... He couldn't help but shudder and finally stopped in his tracks.

Yi Zetao remained unmoved. He had already figured out Attorney Zhou's personality. He retorted in a low voice, "If all else fails, we can turn ourselves in... As long as we go to jail, he will let us go."

"Tell yourself...that...isn't that a bit inappropriate..."

Ma Xiang looked troubled. Given his weak personality, going to prison would probably be worse than death. Being able to clean toilets and wipe butts for the cell boss would be considered good. If he were to encounter someone who preferred to use the dry road, he would most likely become a public sex slave...

"Since you don't want to die and don't want to turn yourself in, your only option is to deal with Attorney Zhou!"

Yuan Yuzi shouted encouragingly, "Now grab your weapons and follow my orders. I won't let you go to your deaths in vain!"

Ma Xiang and Yi Zetao exchanged a glance. After a moment of silence, Ma Xiang gritted his teeth, looked around, picked up the fallen wine bottle, and said with red eyes, "Then let's fight! Brother Tao, if we don't fight now, we won't escape this!"

Yi Zetao could only pick up a chair leg, sighed, and said, "We've been through thick and thin together."

With a look of satisfaction, Minamoto Yuko tucked her pistol into her waistband, reached out and patted their shoulders, gesturing for them to put their arms around each other's shoulders and form a circle. She then loudly cheered herself on. This was a common practice in Japan when competing or on missions. It might seem a bit childish now, but back then it created a strong atmosphere and was very motivating.

Yi Zetao and Ma Xiang, not being Japanese, couldn't quite understand this, so they changed their way of encouraging each other. They swore brotherhood on the spot, facing the Guan Gong statue in the corner of the casino, vowing not to be born on the same day, month, and year, but to die on the same day, month, and year... The scene suddenly became exceptionally tragic, with a touch of Stephen Chow's nonsensical humor.

Yuan Yuzi didn't want to become sworn brothers with them, but in order to win their hearts, she had to play along. She secretly sighed that she had also become a hypocritical adult, just like those high-ranking officers in the Metropolitan Police Department, who would call their subordinates brothers in order to make them work for them... Sigh, let's just treat it as a dream!
While the three were putting on a show of brotherhood like those in the Young and Dangerous movies in the living room of the card room, everyone in the private room was practically splattering their brains – one of the underlings was grabbed by the head and slammed against the wall by Fushimi Shika, a dozen times, until his skull cracked and his brains splattered everywhere.

The others were in a frenzy, their minds clouded. People are easily excited when fighting, and can even lose their minds due to their emotions. The private room descended into a frenzied hand-to-hand combat. The remaining six or seven people got their hands on weapons, wielding machetes and iron bars, determined to kill Fushimi Shika.

When the three entered the private room, there were already three corpses lying on the floor, and blood was everywhere on the walls. They heard shouts from the neighbors outside the window, asking what had happened.

Fushimi Shika stood in the center of the crowd like a god of death, holding a fruit knife in his left hand and a steel rod he had stolen from somewhere in his right, confronting six or seven burly men. The composition was just like the violent aesthetics of Kill Bill.

Ma Xiang's newly risen ambition vanished instantly. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the beer bottle in his hand. His body trembled, and he dropped the beer bottle, making a loud bang.

As if war drums had suddenly sounded, everyone rushed forward, and the second round of fighting began.

In the cramped room, Fushimi Shika had no room to dodge. He had a clear goal and rushed towards the door immediately. The others could also see that, so three burly men immediately blocked the doorway, brandishing machetes and slashing down fiercely!

Fushimi Shika swung his steel rod with dazzling speed, deflecting the cleavers in a few deft movements. Taking advantage of the burly man's wide-open front, he stabbed one man to death and chopped down another with a fruit knife, moving with lightning speed. Before the men even fell, he had already passed them.

Just as he was about to rush out, the last burly man blocking his way looked terrified and clearly lost his will to fight.

Just then, a shot rang out.

Fushimi Shika's right leg buckled, blood spurted out, and he knelt on one knee.

Everyone froze, not immediately taking action. They instinctively turned to look outside the private room, where they saw Yuan Yuzi holding guns in both hands, her expression solemn. Yi Zetao was the first to react. Following Yuan Yuzi's earlier instructions, he roared, "Police! Everyone get the fuck down!"

The remaining four or five people froze, wondering what was going on. They all knew Yi Zetao and knew his and Ma Xiang's backgrounds, so they naturally didn't think of them as police officers.

But Fushimi Shika was different. He wasn't involved in the underworld and hadn't really had much contact with Yi Zetao and Ma Xiang. His first thought was that the two were plainclothes police officers who had changed their identities to infiltrate a criminal group.

So he slowly raised his hands to signal his surrender, so as to prevent Genji from firing again.

Upon seeing this, Brother Sun's henchmen immediately brandished their machetes, intending to cut off the guy's head to avenge their brothers.

Another gunshot rang out, and blood spurted from the henchman's wrist. The machete fell to the ground, and he screamed in pain as he clutched his wrist. Everyone turned around again to look at Yuan Yuzi.

"I told you, police, don't move!"

Yuan Yuzi shouted, "Anyone who moves will be shot! In an emergency, they can be killed immediately!"

Ma Xiang finally came to his senses and readily agreed, saying the police would be there soon. They had casually called the police while they were swearing brotherhood; they might even get credit for their service when the police arrived!

The underlings gradually regained their senses, and when they looked at Fushimi Shika again, they felt particularly terrified.

This guy is inhuman. He's incredibly strong when he fights. He can smash someone's brains out with his bare hands. He's practically a reincarnation of Lu Zhishen... If the fight continues, there might be a few more people who die.

As the saying goes, repeated attempts lead to decline; even with this guy's leg broken, they no longer dared to attack.

Seeing this, Yuan Yuzi was very satisfied, feeling that she had the situation under control, and continued to stall for time: "Everyone, don't be impulsive! What you did just now was legitimate self-defense! If you continue to fight now, it will be excessive self-defense!"

The underlings' feverish blood gradually cooled down, and their bodies were somewhat exhausted. They put down their weapons and watched as Fushimi Shika retreated step by step.

Since we can't kill this guy, we can catch him and send him to the police station. We can ask the guys inside to kill him in jail in no time.

Now, all we need to do is block the door and prevent this guy from running away.

With that little girl with the gun guarding us, there's no need to fight to the death. If Fushimi Shika dares to make another move, I'll break his other leg!

Everyone in the card room reached a consensus, creating a strange and fragile balance. Everyone except Fushimi Shika was waiting for the police to arrive.

Logically, at this point, they should have said some harsh words; the victor should have mocked the loser mercilessly, letting Fushimi Shika know the consequences of provoking them. But no one uttered a sound; they were all silently watching the blood-stained figure, their hearts filled with fear and lingering dread.

How did I end up with such a powerful and madman? I should have stayed far away from him.

If this were reality, all the survivors would remember today's lesson and would definitely avoid getting involved with people like Fushimi Shika in the future.

Only Minamoto no Tamako thought so.

She was the only one among everyone present who had a clear conscience.

Genji Tamako's hand holding the gun was very steady. She looked at Fushimi Shika and asked, "Now that I've caught you, you should atone for your sins."

Fushimi Shika took off his glasses; he wasn't actually nearsighted, but he wanted to appear more professional. He carefully examined Minamoto no Tamako's face: "Do we know each other?"

“I know him,” Gen Tamako nodded.

“But I don’t remember you,” Fushimi Shika thought for a moment, “I’ve never seen you before.”

Yuan Yuzi said it didn't matter. She understood Fushimi Shika, or more accurately, Zhou Hao. She knew what he wanted and what he was doing, which was why she came to stop him.

Fushimi Shika listened quietly. The faint sound of sirens could be heard downstairs, and the apartment building began to stir. There was a commotion outside the card room. He wiped his glasses and said, "Perhaps I really did open my heart to you once, but I forgot because of amnesia... But you may have misunderstood something."

"Ok?"

Minamoto no Tamako had a bad feeling. She became extremely alert, focused her attention, and aimed at Fushimi Shika. If he made any inappropriate move, she would not hesitate to shoot!
"When I said I was willing to accept any trial, I meant I would run away at all costs."

The moment the words left her lips, Minamoto no Tamako pulled the trigger; at the same time, Fushimi Shika threw his glasses at Minamoto no Tamako, blocking the bullet's trajectory!

The bullet left the barrel, shattering the eyeglasses frame. Shrapnel and lenses flew out, causing the bullet to deviate from its trajectory and miss Fushimi Shika's left leg.

The rifling of the Type 64 pistol was already rough, and coupled with the use of reloaded cartridges, its accuracy was predictably poor. Even if Minamoto Tamako was a sharpshooter, hitting both targets with two shots would be considered lucky.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fushimi Shika rolled over, using the overturned mahjong table as cover, and crawled towards the window. Minamoto no Tamako dared not approach rashly, and could only constantly adjust her angle, searching for a suitable firing vantage point.

Yuan Yuzi had not received professional indoor combat training and did not know how to deal with enemies behind cover.

In actual combat, she realized once again that her abilities were lacking. It wasn't enough to just be fast and accurate with a gun; she also needed to learn various tactics, how to deal with unexpected situations, and how to use the terrain and surrounding objects to gain an advantage...

Footsteps sounded outside the mahjong table, and someone shouted, "The police are here!" It was probably one of the lookouts sent by Brother Sun. Yuan Yuzi's palms were sweating. She moved to the back of the mahjong table, but Fushimi Shika was nowhere to be seen.

What about people?

With a loud crash, the glass shattered. Fushimi Shika used the cover to move to the window, smashed open the glass, and jumped out to escape in front of everyone!

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

—This is the eighth floor!
(End of this chapter)