The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 604 Yongle Imperial Edict
Yoshida Takeshi's eyes reddened, and he bent down to pick up the forging hammer, swinging it wildly.

"Aaaaaah—Get away!"

He had already seen blood today, and had been dragged along for half a day by those strange three men. He was anxious and frightened, and was on the verge of a breakdown and madness. Now, being frightened by the "Yakuza," he really went insane.

He was a craftsman who spent his days swinging a hammer, which had built up his muscular physique. Now, he was swinging it wildly like a madman, making a whooshing sound, and the blood on it was flying everywhere, which was quite frightening.

Although the Yakuza were not afraid, they did not want to be hit by a hammer, so they quickly retreated.

Takeshi Yoshida's eyes flashed.

He is pretending.

Seeing that the path to the door had been cleared, he rushed towards the door.

"Ah! Asshole!"

The Yakuza, who were blocking his way, realized his intention and stepped forward to stop him, but were forced aside by his swinging hammer.

They rushed to the door in no time.

A hint of joy appeared on Yoshida Takeshi's face.

Just get out... just get out!

He strode to the door, wielding the hammer with his head down, and was about to step outside.

But at this moment.

"where do you want to go?"

Suddenly, everything went dark in front of him.

An extremely tall figure stood in front of him, blocking his path.

Yoshida Takeshi had no time to see who the other person was. If he couldn't escape, he would definitely be killed by the Yakuza behind him. He lowered his head and smashed his hammer at the person blocking his way.

"Get away!!!"

"what!"

A cold laugh came from above.

Then there was a click.

The hammer he swung out was caught in the palm of a large hand, and the speed and power he exerted in his swing were abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Yoshida Takeshi felt a sharp pain in his wrist and looked up.

Blocking his way was a giant, shirtless man with five snake heads tattooed on his five fingers that gripped the hammer, the snake heads climbing up the back of his hand and converging on the hideous demon tattoo on his chest.

The giant grinned menacingly.

"Get back!"

He gave Yoshida Takeshi a sharp shove, pushing him back into the house. Then he stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

"If you head!"

"If head."

The Yakuza inside the house shouted immediately.

The giant walked in, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and spat disdainfully at it.

"A spineless wretch was actually killed by a mere craftsman?!"

He then looked at Yoshida Takeshi, who was trembling on the ground.

"He...did you kill him?"

Before Yoshida could answer, he waved his hand impatiently.

"You killed him."

"How are you going to apologize, you bastard!"

The first half of the sentence was relatively calm, but the second half suddenly turned into a loud shout with a trilled tongue, deafening and making Yoshida Takeshi's ears ring.

"me--"

Yoshida Takeshi was utterly desperate, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing how terrified the craftsman looked, the giant smiled with satisfaction and lost interest in frightening him any further.

He didn't care much about the dead body on the ground... but the Yakuza was an organization rooted in Kyoto, and organizations have rules. Originally, he only wanted to rob some valuables, but with this corpse, he could rightfully kill Yoshida Takeshi and steal the gold and silver from the shop.

The giant grinned and reached out his hand towards Yoshida Takeshi.

He was able to become a "Ruotou" among the Yakuza because of his superhuman physique and strength... He hadn't killed anyone with his own hands for a long time, which was not good, as it would cause his subordinates to gradually lose their respect for him.

By crushing a head in front of the other Yakuza, he ensured that the Yakuza present would not doubt his orders for at least several years.

After taking the gold and silver from the shop, I'll donate some to the big shots in the organization, and then I can go to the red-light district and have a good time.

"Ugh—it's so noisy."

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the side, temporarily stopping his actions and drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including the weeping Yoshida Takeshi.

In a corner of the room, a man dressed in all black leaned against a table, his right pinky finger picking at his ear. "Why is it that no matter where you are or what era, these trashy people always like to yell and shout... They have no public manners, don't you think, Little Deer?"

He smiled and turned his head to speak.

"What the adult said is true. It is probably true that the smaller the animal, the more it likes to bark and make a scene, while the ones that bite are the ones that don't bark."

The beautiful woman smiled and placed a handful of peeled dried fruit into his left hand, while the young man standing next to her poured him a cup of tea.

"That's right."

The man popped the dried fruit into his mouth and laughed.

The two talked in the Central Plains language as if no one else was around, eating and drinking. Even though no one could understand their conversation, the murderous atmosphere that had just been palpable was irreversibly broken.

Several veins suddenly bulged on the giant's forehead.

Although he couldn't understand what the two were saying, he could see the man's contemptuous gaze and the woman's mocking smile.

"mix--"

laugh!
A flash of cold light!
His vision blurred, and in the next instant, the tea-pouring boy appeared beside him, with a soft click at his waist.

The giant felt a moment of disorientation, only to hear a strange hissing sound around him, like the sound of liquid spurting out.

"If...head..."

"If you head!"

The shouts around him came from near and far, and the Yakuza looked at him in horror, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

Confused, he staggered and turned to Yoshida Takeshi, who was sitting on the ground. As soon as he looked down, he saw red liquid continuously splashing onto Yoshida Takeshi's face from below his line of sight.

"what."

He reached out and felt the large gash in his throat from which blood was gushing.

"That's it."

thump.

He fell onto Yoshida Takeshi.

Yoshida Takeshi, who was over forty years old and covered in fat, let out a sharp, piercing scream from his throat.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!--"

The screams also woke up the other Yakuza.

"B-bastard!"

"If you head!"

"You bastard!"

Click.

The man sitting at the table casually placed his teacup on the table and waved his hand dismissively.

"Hurry up and deal with this, it's annoying."

"Yes."

The boy nodded.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Pedestrians who bravely ventured out onto the street suddenly saw a massive amount of blood splattered on the window paper beneath the "Gold Forging Shop" signboard. Their faces turned deathly pale, and they turned and ran back inside as if fleeing for their lives, slamming the door shut with a bang.

inside the house.

Bodies were everywhere.

Ryota Miyoshi squatted down and patted Takeshi Yoshida's face.

"Wake up, wake up."

“Ugh—Ahhhhh!”

Yoshida Takeshi opened his eyes and let out another womanly scream.

"hiss!"

Ryota Miyoshi was in a bad mood. He reached out and pinched his mouth shut, then took the sketch from his arms and held it up to his face.

"I've cleaned it up for you, now it's time to get back to work."

"An hour."

In his fear, Yoshida Takeshi was forced to look at the blueprints, and the shapes outlined on them came into view.

It was a square seal with a tortoise-shaped knob, about the size of a palm. The knob itself was a three-dimensional, coiled, and powerful dragon-tortoise.
The sign has five characters written in the Nine-Fold Seal script.

"Seal of the King of Japan".

Below that, there is another line of smaller text.

"Edict of the Yongle Emperor".

(End of this chapter)