Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"How should I know! And this just had to happen when the manager wasn't around..." The woman frantically grabbed her hair. "If you're so curious, go ask the manager later!"

Having said that, Kyushu Makoto didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he found a kettle in the lounge, plugged it in, and started boiling water.

Outside were six or seven thugs wielding blunt weapons, their identities and motives unknown. It was also unclear whether there were any reinforcements. Kyushu Makoto, with his small frame, dared not venture out to fight them head-on.

His master taught him that before fighting, one should assess the situation and not engage in fights that are not certain or necessary; one should simply run away.

Running away is shameful but useful; pointless bravado is the most shameful thing.

Just like when he subdued that armed criminal in his previous life, it was because he was 90% certain of success. If the criminal hadn't used a single-shot homemade hunting rifle, but a fully automatic rifle, Kyushu Makoto would have escaped faster than anyone else, to avoid adding another corpse to the scene.

So as long as those masked thugs don't break into the break room and attack these employees, Kyushu Makoto doesn't plan to risk his life to take action—the police will arrive sooner or later anyway, they can just hide here, human life is much more important than property.

Just as Kyushu Makoto was thinking this, he heard the door to the lounge being slammed a few times, and the lock made a painful "creaking" sound.

"They...they're trying to break in!" a policeman exclaimed in terror.

"Quickly block the door with the sofa!" another *** hurriedly pushed the sofa.

But his actions came too late. The not-so-sturdy iron door quickly developed dents and was kicked open by a masked thug.

The masked thug, carrying a baseball bat, strode in menacingly, his terrifying masked smile scanning the room.

The men were so frightened that they sat up on their backs, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Sigh, are they really going to wipe us out completely..." Kyushu Makoto sighed helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

His master also taught him that if he encountered a critical moment where there was no way to retreat and his life was in danger, he should not hesitate to fight, even if the strength of the enemy and himself was vastly different, and he should be prepared to die together and live in the face of death.

In times of crisis, one must never relinquish the initiative to the enemy or place one's safety in the enemy's mercy.

The kettle on the table boiled, emitting a piercing buzzing sound, as if saying, "It's ready to go."

"In any case, let's start with self-defense..."

Kyushu Makoto gripped the kettle handle with one hand and grabbed an umbrella with the other, rushing towards the masked thug who had barged in.

15. Tokyo's King of Hell, utterly insane.

A masked thug saw Kyushu Makoto attacking him and immediately swung his baseball bat hard, intending to smash his head open on the spot.

But when the two were only a meter apart, Kyushu Makoto pressed the button on the kettle, opened the lid, and splashed hot water on the masked thug's face.

Hot water, boiling and bubbling like lava, sprayed from the kettle, splashing onto the masked thug's face and clothes.

"Aaaaaah, it's burning hot! You brat, I'll kill you!" White smoke billowed from the masked thug's body, and he danced around as if his whole body was on fire.

Kyushu Makoto swung the scalding kettle again and smashed it hard between the masked thug's legs. Boiling water sprayed out of the kettle again, pouring into the thug's groin, causing him to scream in agony.

Immediately, Kyushu Makoto grabbed the umbrella again and forcefully shoved the tip of the umbrella into the masked thug's skull.

After a series of moves, the masked thug immediately fell straight to the ground, and even the colleagues watching couldn't bear to close their eyes.

After taking down one masked thug, the attention of the other enemies was drawn, and the real battle had only just begun.

There were five enemies in the shop, all of whom looked like ruthless characters who had been fighting on the streets for years, and each of them was carrying a long-handled blunt weapon.

Kyushu Makoto is now just an ordinary and weak student, lacking the resilient martial artist's physique he possessed in his previous life. If he were to be surrounded and attacked by a group of thugs, his chances of survival would be slim.

Even though the enemy outnumbered them, Kyushu Sei had no intention of backing down.

With his current physical condition, he's no match for these adult thugs in a regular fight. The only way to break this deadlock is to resort to killing.

Since they dared to come to the store and commit such heinous and vicious acts, they must have been prepared to die, right?

The "unrestricted fighting style" he learned in his previous life actually had another name: "Mad Dog Fighting Style," which was all about "decisive killing and utter madness."

If you are trapped in a predicament, roar and howl. If you are filled with fear, laugh out loud. If your enemy is despicable, be even more despicable. If your enemy is insane, be doubly insane.

"Hehehe...I'm going to kill you all..."

Kyushu Makoto suddenly shrugged and began to laugh strangely, putting himself into a "mad dog" fighting state.

But then he saw that his eyes were wide open and his face was contorted with rage, and a fierce and insane killing intent burst forth from his dark eyes.

As he continuously emitted a piercing and eerie low laugh, the oppressive aura emanating from him increased rapidly, as if he had transformed into a demon!

"What is he laughing at?" The masked thugs were startled and shrank back.

Kyushu Makoto doesn't usually enter this state easily; even when he's disciplining the delinquents and his colleagues, he's always in a "just do it casually" mindset.

But now the situation is extremely dangerous. The enemies are all wicked thugs, and he can only fight against them if he is prepared to kill.

Kyushu Makoto took a deep breath and, with chaotic and eerie steps, charged toward a masked thug like a madman possessed by a demon.

"Eh! Wu! I will slaughter you all!!!"

A loud, ferocious roar echoed through the store. Kyushu Makoto, his eyes blazing with rage, threw the kettle in his hand at the enemy.

The masked thug was startled and quickly swung the iron bar in his hand to deflect the flying kettle.

In the blink of an eye, Kyushu Makoto strode forward, hooked the umbrella handle around his neck, and pulled him over.

At the same time, Kyushu Makoto pulled a pair of craft scissors from his pocket and held them in his hand as if they were daggers.

"Hahaha! Die!!!"

With a burst of wild laughter, Kyushu Makoto's arm began to twitch wildly as he repeatedly stabbed the other person with the scissors.

This is a street knife technique he developed with his master in his previous life, based on special forces knife fighting techniques. It is called "Thirteen Snake Fang Bites".

As its name suggests, this short-sword technique can effectively pierce thirteen weak points on the human body, including six fatal points and seven non-fatal points. Moreover, this martial art is highly versatile and can be performed even with everyday items such as scissors or screwdrivers.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" The scissors were so fast they almost danced in afterimages. Kyushu Makoto aimed at non-lethal weak points, but his strikes were extremely ruthless, leaving a bloody hole with each cut.

The masked thug struggled to break free, but Kyushu Makoto laughed wildly and stabbed him three times in the arm, rendering him completely unable to resist.

When the other man was in so much pain that he was about to lose consciousness, Kyushu Makoto stopped his attack and delivered a powerful knee strike to the masked thug's groin, knocking him to the ground.

Then, he glared menacingly at the other masked thugs and roared, "Come on! You all come here! I'm going to kill you all here!!!"

Kyushu Makoto seemed possessed by a madman, growing more frenzied with each kill. He wiped the blood from his hands, his lips suddenly curling upwards, emitting a strange and maniacal laugh as he strode toward his enemies, gripping scissors and an umbrella.

"Run! Run!"

Witnessing their comrade stabbed and left lying on the ground, barely alive, the other masked thugs were so frightened that they dropped their weapons and fled the bar without looking back.

Kyushu Makoto didn't chase after them. He just stood at the shop entrance, holding a scarlet pair of craft scissors, his umbrella planted on the ground, his clothes stained with blood, his eyes cruelly watching the enemy's fleeing figure, like a fierce and wrathful gatekeeper.

Only after all the thugs disappeared into the streets and alleys did Kyushu Makoto finally breathe a sigh of relief and slump to the ground, exhausted.

This kind of life-or-death battle is extremely physically demanding, and Kyushu Makoto already felt his arms ache and his heart was about to reach its limit.

With his current physical condition, he could only take down two more enemies before he was exhausted and defeated. He was just putting on an act just now.

Fortunately, he scared away the remaining thugs, and he managed to protect the shop and his colleagues.

I really need to eat more and exercise more in the future to make up for the loss of my physical strength... Kyushu sincerely thinks.

"Wow...so amazing..." The women hiding in the staff break room cautiously came out and looked at Kyushu Makoto with a mixture of fear and admiration.

Having witnessed Kyushu Makoto's frenzied behavior, these thugs realized that when Kyushu Makoto fought them in the alley earlier, he had been holding back... no, he had been holding back completely!

The thugs who had been taught a lesson by Makoto Kyushu that day no longer felt any anger; they even wanted to thank him for sparing their lives.

Moreover, if it weren't for Kyushu Makoto stepping forward today, they don't know what fate awaited them.

Thinking this way, the ***s couldn't help but feel respect for Kyushu's sincerity and wished they could recognize him as their elder brother on the spot.

Before the police arrived, Kyushu Makoto grabbed a masked thug who was still conscious and demanded with a violent look, "Who are you? Why did you attack us?"

The thug, as if seeing a living Yama, immediately trembled and replied, "It's...it's the Kazama Group...the Kazama Group hired us..."

"The Kazama Group?" Kyushu Makoto frowned, feeling that it sounded like the name of some kind of yakuza organization.

"I was just paid to do a job, I didn't know anything!" The masked thug trembled in fear, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Please, please spare me... Guh, don't kill me... don't kill me..."

16. Kamurocho does not breed good people

Ten minutes later, the police and ambulances arrived and took away several injured police officers and the two thugs who had been subdued.

As for Makoto Kyushu, the police only asked him a few questions and then let him go.

After all, he insisted that he acted in "self-defense" and repeatedly emphasized that he was "extremely frightened" after being attacked and only retaliated when his "mind went blank." Moreover, the weapon used was a pair of plastic art scissors for cutting paper, which is not considered a controlled knife.

This explanation was so airtight that it was the first time the police had ever seen someone so "law-abiding" as to stab someone so seriously.

Kamurocho is known for its thriving sex industry and rampant organized crime, resulting in a poor safety record and frequent fights. If every individual caught engaging in a brawl were to be indiscriminately arrested and detained for two days, the detention center would be far from adequately staffed.

Therefore, when faced with ordinary brawls, the Kamurocho police generally adopt a "don't arrest if you can avoid it" strategy, which is why they let Kyushu Seiichi go.

Besides, those two seriously injured thugs are notorious repeat offenders in the area. They're just wasting the police station's pork chop rice reserves if they're alive. If they really die, the police will celebrate with champagne.

Looking around at the messy bar, Kyushu Makoto sighed, "Does this mean we can't open for business?"

A veteran employee looked at Kyushu Makoto with awe and answered cautiously, "Don't worry, I've already contacted the store manager, he'll be back soon."

"That's good, maybe I can get off work early today~" Kyushu Makoto smoothed his hair and casually sat down on a worn-out sofa.

Seeing this, another person quickly handed Kyushu Makoto a glass of orange juice and said respectfully, "Brother Chunchuan, please enjoy!"

"Why are you being so polite to me?" Kyushu Makoto narrowed his eyes, smiled as he took the cup, but didn't drink it.