Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"However, Tang Ze's shouting is really strange, it sounds like he's constipated," Kyushu Makoto complained.

“Your Excellency lives in Shimokitazawa, so perhaps the people there like to call you that,” Suzuki Yuujin shrugged and patiently explained.

"I see, Tokyo is really interesting~" Kyushu Makoto exclaimed, then gave an order:

"Tang Ze, you still need to exercise more to improve your physical fitness."

"Hi! I will try my best, Master Kyushu!" Tang Zegui immediately showed great respect.

......

After everyone rested for a while, Yuji Suzuki suggested, "How about we play basketball together?"

The suggestion was accepted by everyone, and the four of them set off for the sports equipment room.

Just as they reached the door of the equipment room, they heard threatening voices coming from inside:

"Mizuhashi, do you have money to lend us for lunch?"

"Say something, you sissy!"

Kyushu's heart tightened, and he quickly kicked open the door, angrily shouting, "What are you doing in there?"

Sure enough, in the corner of the equipment room, two male students were bullying another boy.

Judging from their school uniform styles, they should all be first-year students.

Upon noticing that Kyushu Makoto and the three bastards had entered, the two boys hurriedly fled.

The bullied boy sat on the ground, his eyes vacant. Even when he saw Kyushu Makoto and the others enter, he showed no joy at being rescued.

Kyushu Makoto stepped forward and carefully examined the junior who had been bullied.

He doesn't look very tall, probably less than 1.6 meters, and his figure could be described as "petite" even among girls.

The junior student had a face like a porcelain doll, with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features. His features were somewhat feminine, his skin was very fair, and he wore a small ponytail.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" Kyushu Makoto leaned closer and asked kindly.

"We are second-year students, and we will help you get justice."

The short junior student kept his head down and didn't say a word, curling up like a frightened squirrel; he seemed to be an introverted and taciturn child.

"Don't be nervous, we won't bully you." Kyushu Makoto reached out to check his bruises and comforted him in a kinder tone:

Shall I take you to the infirmary first?

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”

The shorter student seemed startled, jumping up abruptly and muttering apologies before fleeing the equipment room without looking back.

"Hey! What's wrong with this kid?" Takatsuki Genji complained, arms crossed, "We saved him, and he can't even say thank you?"

"Forget it, I think he's had a tough time too, let's not blame him." Kyushu Makoto didn't take it to heart, and picked up a basketball from the ground: "Let's go to the gym to play."

Just as Kyushu Makoto was about to leave, he saw a student ID on the ground. The photo on the ID looked somewhat like the junior student from earlier.

Mizuhashi Hidehime

【female】

Class 2, Grade 1

"Hmm? A girl?" Kyushu Makoto frowned.

"Kyushu-kun, what are you looking at?" Suzuki Yuujin asked curiously as he approached.

"It's nothing," Kyushu Makoto quickly stuffed his student ID into his pocket, giving a casual reply.

14. The kettle said, "It's ready to go."

After school, Kyushu Makoto went to work at the store as usual.

Thanks to the warning he gave his colleagues a few days ago, the once arrogant and domineering colleagues now tuck their tails between their legs and avoid him without saying a word.

This afternoon, the temporary worker responsible for distributing flyers couldn't come, so the store manager told him to go outside and distribute flyers.

"Welcome to Tokyo Gensokyo! Scan the QR code to follow the official Tokyo Gensokyo Twitter account! Please follow us, thank you!"

Kyushu Makoto distributed its store flyers with QR codes to female passersby without male companions as much as possible, while trying to avoid being questioned by police officers patrolling the streets.

Soon, the flyers in his hand were all gone. Kyushu Makoto returned to the store, only to find a "Closed for Business" sign hanging on the door.

"What's going on?" As soon as he entered the room, he saw the store manager on the phone.

The manager here is Saito Ninosuke, an older man with a slicked-back bald head and a fitted bartender's suit.

In his youth, he was the top male host in Kamurocho. Even the passage of time has not diminished his charm; instead, it has made him as mellow and fragrant as a vintage wine that has been stored for decades. It is said that he is very popular with older women.

For some reason, the shop manager's features were furrowed, and his tone was rough and intense, as if he were arguing with someone on the phone.

"Huh?! What did you say?!" The store manager shouted into the phone, "You were knocked unconscious and beaten up on your way to work, and you're in the hospital now?!"

Several staff members stood next to the store manager, listening with serious expressions.

"What's wrong?" Kyushu asked, puzzled.

A colleague whispered, "Sheng was beaten up on his way to work."

"Who did this?" Kyushu Makoto's expression immediately turned serious.

"I don't know..." the woman hesitated, "Maybe she ran into some thugs and they beat her up because they didn't like her..."

"***" is a profession that operates in a legal gray area, and many *** will stop at nothing to achieve their goals, wantonly manipulating customers' feelings and exploiting them financially without any scruples. They are even willing to ruin their customers' lives, causing their families to be destroyed.

For this reason, prostitutes are generally more hated than sex workers, to the point that they are the subject of much resentment, and even street thugs spit on them when they see them.

"So, it seems Seiya's business practices have always been very aggressive. They only stop when they've squeezed every last penny out of their customers, and we've received quite a few complaints already," another brochure speculated.

"Maybe he offended some customer and got beaten up by thugs hired by someone."

Kamurocho is a chaotic place where yakuza and shady businesses run rampant, and hiring thugs to commit assault is quite common, with plenty of hooligans willing to take on such jobs. As long as no one dies, the police don't bother to get involved.

Suddenly, Manager Saito slammed down the phone and told his employees, "I'm going out for a bit. You guys stay here and watch the store!"

"Manager, are you going to find Seiya?" a female staff member asked.

"I'm going to the hospital to check on him and find out what's going on." Manager Saito pulled his black cowboy hat over his head and prepared to leave. "He's my employee, I can't just leave him like this."

"Be careful, store manager," Kyushu Seiji said.

"Oh, don't let anything go wrong." Manager Saito glanced at Makoto Kyushu and replied indifferently, "I won't be going back to the store today. You guys keep an eye on the store for me!"

After the store manager left, the employees got busy.

After a twenty-minute period of tidying up, the store reopened for business. A staff member opened the door, preparing to flip the sign from "Closed" to "Open".

Just then, he couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widening in astonishment.

As he opened the door, he was surprised to find six or seven men standing there, wearing white smiling masks and holding thick, blunt weapons such as baseball bats and water pipes.

These men, dressed in cheap sportswear, casual suits, or tacky embroidered jackets, looked like a gang of thugs looking to rob someone.

"What...what are you going to do?" *** panicked and stammered, warning, "We're calling the police! Don't do anything rash!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a masked thug swung a baseball bat and smashed it hard on the man's head, making a crisp "bang!" sound. The blow made his eyes roll back, as if he hadn't considered the consequences at all.

Immediately afterwards, the masked thugs kicked the *** aside as if it were trash and filed into the store.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

Another policeman tried to step forward to stop him, but a masked thug swung a water pipe stick without saying a word, smashing it into the policeman's stomach and kicking him several times until he fell to the ground.

Other masked thugs began wildly waving sticks, smashing and vandalizing the store.

In the bar's backstage staff lounge, the surviving employees held their breath, trembling with fear.

After realizing something was wrong, Kyushu Makoto and the other officers escaped to the staff break room and locked the door, thus avoiding danger.

A series of terrifying crashing sounds came from behind the door, clearly indicating that the group of masked thugs were vandalizing the store.

Although they had called the police, Kamurocho is known for its chaotic security situation and extremely low police efficiency. It would likely take about twenty minutes to dispatch enough officers to subdue six or seven armed thugs.

By then, the shop would have been completely demolished and unrecognizable.

This is why most shops in Kamurocho seek protection from the Yakuza.

"What's going on? Are they robbers?" Kyushu Makoto was puzzled, trying to analyze the situation rationally: "Kamurocho is chaotic, but surely they wouldn't rob a store in broad daylight?"

"They don't look like they're robbing us; they seem more like they're here to cause trouble." A veteran police officer clutched his head, trying to think.

"They're probably all thugs from Kamurocho; someone must have hired them!"

"Are they thugs, or gangsters...?" Kyushu Makoto seemed to be deep in thought.

In Wano Country, there is a fine line between "thugs" and "yakuza," yet they are worlds apart.

The underworld consists of organized thugs and hooligans who usually wear suits and ties and are relatively law-abiding and follow the rules of the underworld. The better ones will even talk about "benevolence and righteousness".

In short, hooligans are unemployed vagrants who loiter on the streets, have no organization or status, and don't follow any rules.

The biggest difference between the two is that a thug would stab someone to death for a thousand dollars, while a gangster wouldn't. This is because gangsters have already made a fortune through gray industries and illegal businesses, and they don't even bother with high-risk, low-return activities like robbery.

"Together they're a pile of shit, scattered they're a scattering of sparse grains," that's a perfect description of these "thugs." They often gather to cause trouble for petty gains, and then scatter and flee before the police arrive, lurking in the corners of the city like countless cockroaches in a house, leaving the police and authorities helpless against them.

"But our store hasn't offended anyone, has it? Why would someone hire thugs to wreck our place?" Kyushu Makoto then asked.