A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 159 Fishman Karate

Stepping into the 'financial company' before me,
Unlike its old-fashioned exterior, the interior is quite luxurious, with a large ukiyo-e print right in front of you: ukiyo-e is a type of print that depicts landscapes, beautiful women, history, folk tales, and animals and plants.

Van Gogh's paintings were so highly sought after in Japan in the last century because he had come into contact with the island nation's 'ukiyo-e' prints.

His painting style is not mainstream, otherwise he wouldn't be so poor.

However, this ukiyo-e print before us is far from comparable to Van Gogh's.

Just standing here gives people a sense of vulgarity.

"What do you two need?"

The receptionist glanced at him and gave him a professional smile.

A vibrant, youthful high school girl and a sly, middle-aged man: she'd seen this combination far too many times; they were all there to borrow money.

really:

We need to borrow some money. Where do we go to complete the procedures?

Just as the receptionist expected, the only surprise was that the person who came forward to negotiate was not the masked and sunglasses-wearing 'father,' but the youthful and lively 'daughter.'

Moreover, her poised and confident demeanor made her look like she was there for a job interview.

"Please go up to the third floor."

The receptionist gestured towards the elevator next to her.
This building belongs to their 'Wuling Financial Company', but that doesn't mean all the floors are used by the Wuling Group: in fact, the other floors are rented to ordinary companies as normal office space.

what?
Why would any company be willing to rent such a place for office work?

Ha ha,

That's another story.

Two groups of people had already gathered in front of the two elevators.

One group consisted of office workers in suits and ties with blank expressions; the other two were dressed in flamboyant floral shirts and looked like they were not to be trifled with.

叮、

As an elevator door opened, two men in floral shirts strode away.

The remaining office workers remained motionless, as if they hadn't seen the open elevator doors.

"Uncle, come here quickly."

In this solemn atmosphere,
A man and a woman walked over and stepped into the elevator.

Seeing Sato Satomi's youthful face, some office workers instinctively wanted to reach out and stop her, but after thinking about it, they put their hands down.

Working in a high-rise building is already incredibly stressful; it's best not to create more trouble for yourself.

The consequences of acting like a hero are not something ordinary people can bear.

"Ok?"

Upon seeing Matsumoto Jinpei and Sato Satomi enter the elevator, the two men in floral shirts paused in surprise.

Then, noticing the floor the high school girl had pressed, they all smiled knowingly.

"Little sister, are you going to Wuling Financial Services to borrow money?"

“That’s the right place,”

"We are just company employees!"

Two women in floral shirts flanked Congmei, completely ignoring the middle-aged man beside her.

These teenage high school girls are exactly what they like best—

"and many more,"

The high school girl raised her hand.

"Don't do anything in the elevator."

?

"Hey you--"

"Haha, it only takes a few seconds."

He patted his companion, signaling him to 'calm down,' and one of the men in the floral shirt nodded.

"Indeed, the elevator is too cramped. And:"

There was another guy standing in the middle of the elevator.

The floral shirt was prepared to give this 'cold-blooded' guy, who was wearing a fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and a mask, a good 'welcome' later.

叮、

"Come here, little sister, I—"

The two yakuza members had barely stepped out of the elevator when they turned around impatiently.

A fist whistled past.

Snapped! !

Blood splattered on his face, causing the thug to instinctively stop and turn his head.

thud,

A headless corpse flew heavily out of the room.

Blood kept gushing from the corpse's neck, quickly pooling on the floor.

The twitching limbs and the familiar clothes on his body proved that this belonged to his 'colleague'. However:
Where's the head?

Snapped! !

The next second, the thug's train of thought was abruptly cut off.

Because his head also exploded like a watermelon, with red and white splattering out and smearing the walls outside the elevator like ink.

"Uncle, hold back a bit."

As the two headless corpses fell, Satomi Sato, who had just stepped out of the elevator, gave a warning.

"It will be a real hassle to clean up this mess later."

"Ah good."

Matsumoto Jinpei, still in a punching stance, finally snapped out of his 'killing' daze.

In fact, he didn't really intend to kill her directly: he just subconsciously threw a full-force punch when he saw these two guys so eager to attack Satomi.

In his nervousness, he acted without restraint, resulting in this terrifying appearance.

"Is this supernatural power?"

With just a punch, he could blast even the most sturdy skull apart.

I feel like I'm no longer qualified to be called a 'human being'.

"Let's go,"

Satomi Sato stepped over the corpse, careful not to get any blood on her, and waved.

"The real tough battle is yet to come."

"Um,"

Relieved, the high school girl's nonchalant attitude calmed Matsumoto Jinpei down as well.

These two are just small fry; what they'll face next is:
"what sound?"

"It's other groups that came to cause trouble!"

The sound of a skull exploding caused the door to open in the corridor ahead, and someone poked their head out to check. Upon noticing the member lying on the ground, they immediately shouted.

This floor had an entrance hall, partitions, and glass walls; everything looked like a legitimate company. However, as soon as someone shouted, a group of men wielding short knives, baseball bats, and wearing tattooed shirts rushed out.

"Enemy attack!"

"Let's all attack together!"

The incident happened so suddenly that these people rushed forward in a chaotic frenzy before they even saw that the fallen 'organization member' had lost his head.

That's how yakuza fights are. They don't need any rules or techniques, and besides, they haven't received any combat training. At most, they're just more daring and ruthless than ordinary people. But the most important thing in a street fight is momentum.

Most 'ordinary people' would be too scared to move in this situation, just like:
The middle-aged man in front of me is wearing a fisherman's hat, sunglasses, and a mask.

Bang!
The first hooligan swung his baseball bat.
It slammed heavily into the opponent's face.

Got it!
A sudden numbness shot through his wrist, and the metal baseball bat slipped from his hand, bouncing back. His hat fell off, and his sunglasses shattered. Half of a face, glaring angrily with raised eyebrows, was revealed.

Just like the Buddha's Wisdom King,

The moment the thought crossed the thug's mind, a large hand grabbed his face, and Matsumoto Jinpei lifted him up.

Then he casually tossed it aside.

Bang!
Splash,

The glass partition shattered instantly upon impact.

what?
Before the thugs following behind could react, Matsumoto Jinpei had already bent down and rammed forward.

This move was like a ball-carrying charge in rugby; however, the scene was more like bowling – as he charged, the thugs who came on aggressively were immediately sent flying backwards as if they had been hit by a speeding 'hundred-ton king'.

The glass wall shattered into pieces upon impact.
This is supernatural power.

Witnessing this scene, the high school girls behind were filled with longing.

That kind of power is enough, huh?!

"Baka! What are you guys doing?!"

A room in the distance was suddenly kicked open, and a middle-aged man in a striped suit stormed out. Most importantly:

"Sir, watch out!"

The other person was holding a dull black pistol.

"A supernatural existence?"

Seeing his subordinate being easily swept away by that masked 'strange man' with a single punch and kick, the middle-aged man in the striped suit's pupils contracted.

Almost instinctively, he raised his gun and fired.

boom! boom! boom!
A figure flashed by instinctively, and the stinging pain in his shoulder made Matsumoto Jinpei realize something.

I've been shot.

Wait, what's this feeling?
"Uncle—"

Satomi Sato, who was standing behind, instinctively wanted to step forward, but a hand reached out horizontally and stopped her.

"Remote attack?"

Wave,

A deformed metal bullet automatically 'popped' out from Matsumoto Jinpei's shoulder.

"I probably will too,"

As he muttered to himself, he raised his hand and smeared it on his shoulder.

Then he raised his hand and waved it.
puff,

The next moment, blood suddenly spurted from the shoulder of the middle-aged man who was trying to aim.

"Ouch! I've been shot!"

The middle-aged man in the striped suit was too preoccupied to even think about firing a gun.
He fell back into the room, shouting at the same time:

"Everyone, use your guns! Use your guns!"

late.

"Hit the water!"

The blood 'taken' from his own wound condensed into beads of blood in Matsumoto Jinpei's palm.

He threw these blood droplets out like bullets, hitting the other yakuza members who came out of the room with guns with pinpoint accuracy!
"Fishman Karate?"

So this was his ability. Information surfaced in his mind, causing Matsumoto Jinpei's gaze to quickly sweep to his left and right.

Fists and kicks are enough to deal with these yakuza members.

Of course, if they have guns:
Matsumoto Jinpei didn't mind using the "striking water" move to strike first.

A few minutes later,

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

The middle-aged man in the striped suit collapsed in the office, kicking his legs backward until the back of his head slammed heavily against the wall, forcing him to stop.

"My lord, whatever you want, I'll give you! I'll be your dog! As long as you—"

"Chairman of Wuling, do you still remember me?"

Pulling down his mask, Jinpei Matsumoto noticed the shock in the other person's eyes and came to his senses.

"Matsumoto Jinpei, that's my name."

However, he was disappointed; the other person still had a blank expression.

"That's right, how could a bastard like you possibly remember the victim's name?"

???

As soon as these words came out,
The middle-aged man in the striped suit immediately realized what was going on.

It's some 'unlucky guy' who borrowed money from me, and somehow gained supernatural powers to seek revenge!
"My lord, my lord, I, I, like this:"

"Everything you've suffered can be taken out on me. I repent; I should atone for my sins—"

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. As long as you don't die immediately, maybe the future will bring a turning point?

Suddenly, everything went dark, and the other person strode up to the president of Wuling.

Lift your foot, then stomp down:

click,

"what!!!"

The president of Wuling, whose foot had dented down to the knee, let out a shrill scream.

"I ask you, where are my wife and daughters?"

"I...I don't know,"

"what?!"

"I really don't know, sir, sir, please give me a moment!"

With tears and snot streaming down his face, Wuling's chairman, ignoring his broken foot, quickly tried to explain.

"My client, oh my god!!!"

Matsumoto Jinpei interrupted the other party's explanation with a flick of his foot.

"There are too many victims, I can't remember them all, sir, spare me, spare me."

The excruciating pain of his knees being crushed almost made the Wuling chairman faint; but he knew very well that he could not faint now and had to seize the opportunity to survive.

"My lord, Lord Matsumoto, spare my worthless life! I... I promise to find Mrs. Matsumoto and Miss Matsumoto for you!"

Despite the excruciating pain, the chairman of Wuling tried to seize a glimmer of hope.

"you promise?"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! I swear on the name of all the ancestors of the Wuling family!"

Ecstasy overwhelmed the excruciating pain; as long as he could survive, there was hope for escape, or even a comeback: supernatural existence?
Alright, alright! Let's see if you can withstand the poisonous sting. If not, then...
"Uncle, why are you wasting your breath talking to him?"

Just then, a helpless voice rang out.

A female high school student stepped into the room and picked up the handgun on the floor.

"This guy is definitely thinking about how to keep you calm, and then gather more people, or even bring in other forces, to defeat and imprison the old man."

? !
As Wuling's pupils contracted, Satomi Sato checked the magazine. Then:
He gripped the gun with both hands and pointed it at the Wuling chairman, who was slumped on the ground.

"No, no, no! You can't kill me!"

"Mr. Matsumoto, Mr. Matsumoto, you have to believe me—"

"Uncle, do you believe him or me?"

Jinpei Matsumoto did not answer this question.

His silence was the answer.

boom!
(End of this chapter)