Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

This karaoke bar is a den of thugs. Even if Kyushu Makoto is a skilled fighter, he can't possibly single-handedly infiltrate a yakuza stronghold and rescue himself, can he?

Karasuka Saki herself felt strange. What was so good about that talkative, meddlesome, and violent junior? Why was she going to such lengths for him?

Is it because I'm his defeated opponent that I'm completely convinced of his superiority? Or am I moved by his incomprehensible concept of "martial virtue"?

"Heh...how ridiculous..." The banging and smashing outside the door continued, along with the ear-piercing sound of an axe chopping at the door, like a death sentence, making the girl even more desperate.

Even if Kyushu-kun abandons me and doesn't care whether I live or die, there's nothing I can do about it.

She can't contact anyone now, feeling as lonely and helpless as a small boat at sea, which is suffocating.

She didn't know if Kyushu Makoto was actually able to rescue her, or if... he had already been scared away after hearing that the other party was a member of the underworld.

"Even though it's to repay a favor, there's no need to go to such lengths... Sigh, I'm becoming just like him, a weirdo..."

The cramped private room felt like a prison cell. She pleaded in a voice trembling with fear, begging for a hero to arrive:

"Please, Kyushu-kun... you must save me! I don't want to turn back into the way I was before... If even you betray me, I really don't know what to do..."

"Will you continue to be... the hope that guides me forward?"

83. Shaking someone up is also a form of martial arts.

On the street outside the KTV, Kyushu Makoto picked up his phone with its shattered screen, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"This is...her phone?" Kyushu Makoto recognized it immediately after seeing the lock screen photo of his senior's phone.

Ten minutes earlier, Kyushu Makoto heard the message "The user you dialed cannot answer" on his phone, so he rushed downstairs to the KTV to check the situation.

Soon, he saw the cell phone that had been thrown out the window.

The phone's recording function was on the whole time. Kyushu Makoto stopped recording and clicked playback; sure enough, he heard his senior's shout:

[I've been kidnapped by the Kazama Group! They're yakuza! Please save me!]

“Kazama Group…” Kyushu Makoto murmured the name.

The thugs who attacked the *** bar were sent by the Kazama Group, so Kyushu Makoto had a deep impression of them.

Things had progressed beyond his expectations. What started as an investigation into a petty thief involved in fraud had unexpectedly uncovered the hideout of an entire criminal organization.

Kyushu Makoto never intended to provoke the underworld. After all, he was well aware of his own strength and didn't want to risk his life for a little bit of justice.

However, Senior Yagawa is in a dangerous situation. Even though he is outnumbered, he cannot back down.

"Calm down, Chen Jiuzhou!" Jiuzhou Cheng patted his face to calm his mind and think clearly.

"Stop acting like a child! I'm going to solve this problem using the methods of a martial artist!"

Kyushu Makoto promptly dialed the police.

Hello, this is Kamurocho Koban!

"On the third floor of number 5-16, a girl has been kidnapped by gangsters!" Kyushu Makoto deliberately spoke in a very urgent tone, giving a brief account of the situation.

【Understood, we'll send patrol officers over right away!】

After speaking with the police, Makoto Kyushu made another phone call to Karasawa-ya.

"Oh! It's Saki's friend~" Mr. Karakawa answered the phone:

"What... Sakibun is in danger?!"

Mr. Karakawa suddenly flew into a rage, seamlessly switching to a genuine yakuza accent: "Damn it, what exactly happened! Explain yourself!"

Kyushu Makoto recounted what had happened and sent him the recording of Karasukawa-senpai's conversation.

A moment later, Mr. Karakawa, burning with rage, said, "The Kazama Group... those bastards... dare to touch my daughter?"

"I'm sorry, this was my fault." Kyushu Makoto calmly apologized, "I will do everything in my power to rescue Karasukawa-senpai, but please come here as quickly as possible."

......

After hanging up the phone, Hiroyuki Karakawa rushed out without even taking off his apron.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Mrs. Yachuan asked, puzzled.

"Saki is being harassed by the yakuza, those bastards from the Kazama group!" Hiroyuki Karasukawa suppressed his rage, his eyes filled with a murderous glint in his eyes:

"I'm going to Kamurocho, so I'll leave the shop to you."

Lady Karakawa stopped her husband, reminding him, "Won't it take you half an hour to get to Shinjuku now?"

"Hopefully there won't be any traffic jams on the road..." Hiroyuki Karakawa was also a little pessimistic: "Sakifumi, you have to hang in there!"

Suddenly, Mrs. Yachuan suggested, "I'll take you there on my motorcycle; it'll only take ten minutes!"

"Huh?" Hiroichi Karakawa exclaimed in surprise, "Are you going to break the rules?"

"This is not the time to concern ourselves with traffic rules!" Madam Yakawa nodded slightly and said firmly, "Let's rescue our daughter first!"

......

Kyushu Makoto checked the weapons on his person and paced back and forth downstairs at the KTV.

Soon, two patrol officers arrived on bicycles.

"Hello, I'm the one who called the police!" Kyushu Makoto contacted the two patrol officers and asked curiously:

"I said a girl was kidnapped by gangsters, why did you only send the two of you?"

These two patrol officers were clearly the kind of clowns and extras who "work just to get off work." One was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the other had a belly as round as a ball. It would be a miracle if they didn't pass out after being punched twice.

"Sorry, the police station has been reassigned a lot of personnel lately, so we can only be sent here to investigate first." The thin patrolman seemed to be a simple and straightforward young man, talkative and enthusiastic.

"Besides, there are a lot of false police reports these days. We can't just send a whole bunch of police officers over here, can we? You wait here for a moment, we'll go upstairs and take a look!"

As he watched the two patrol officers walk into the building, Kyushu Makoto still held onto some hope.

If the police can detect something amiss and shut down the KTV, that would be the best outcome.

A moment later, the chubby policeman stuffed the few thousand-yuan bills given to him by the KTV doorman into his shirt pocket, and walked down with his colleague with a grin.

As for why Kyushu Makoto knew, it was because he was a little worried and decided to secretly follow him upstairs, where he witnessed the scene at the corner of the stairwell.

The chubby police officer shrugged at the boy who was pretending to know nothing, speaking in an innocent and relaxed tone: "Sorry, that KTV is members-only. The security guards won't let us in unless we have a search warrant."

The thin police officer patted Kyushu Makoto on the shoulder and comforted him, "We'll go back to the office now to report the situation and see if we can get a search warrant."

After saying that, the two patrol officers prepared to ride away.

"How can we possibly make it in time?" Kyushu Makoto stopped the two and questioned, "I already said it's a yakuza kidnapping, which could very well escalate into a sex crime or murder! How can you be so dismissive!"

“We’re just following the rules, otherwise it would be an illegal search!” The chubby police officer’s face screamed, “I don’t want to get into trouble.” “Besides, even if you have that recording, it’s not solid evidence!”

"Don't rush, let's go back and apply for a search warrant and bring in more people," the thin patrolman advised kindly.

Under Kyushu Makoto's resentful gaze, the two policemen rode away on their bicycles.

"Is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department really that incompetent? They're openly accepting bribes!" Kyushu Makoto covered his face in frustration, his impression of the Tokyo police dropping even further.

Fortunately, he had already taken photos of the two patrol officers' faces and how they accepted the bribe; he would report it later. The Metropolitan Police Department would definitely take it very seriously, unless they wanted to see the photo on the front page of some newspaper.

But before that, he still needs to find a way to rescue Senior Karasu.

Just as Kyushu Makoto was waiting for Mr. Karasukawa, a man called out to him from behind:

"Hey kid! You just said that gangsters kidnapped a girl in the KTV on the third floor?"

Kyushu Makoto looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with curly hair and sunglasses, who looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing a casual suit and slim-fitting sweatpants, giving him a low-key yet trendy look.

Seeing Kyushu Makoto's puzzled expression, the curly-haired man took out a business card from his jacket pocket and respectfully handed it over.

"Hello, my name is Yugami Ken, the director of the Yugami Detective Agency."

"A detective?" Kyushu Makoto took the postcard and looked at the other person with distrust.

“That’s right, I also recently received a request regarding this KTV.” The curly-haired man named Yugami Ken took off his sunglasses, revealing a chiseled face and a more approachable smile:

"The client said that her boyfriend took her to this KTV and then extorted money from her. She suspects that her boyfriend is in cahoots with this shady establishment, so she asked me to investigate."

"Is that so..." Kyushu Makoto snorted coldly, "It seems there are quite a few victims."

"Are you going in to save people?" Yugami Ken asked, seeing the boy holding an umbrella, looking like a samurai ready for a desperate battle.

“If the police won’t take responsibility, then I’ll do it myself.” Kyushu Makoto had made up his mind: “I must save her, I won’t back down.”

"Stop joking around. What can a mere kid like you do?" Xi Shenjian couldn't help but stop him and advise:

"I have a good plan, do you want to hear it—"

Boom——!

As the two were talking, the deafening roar of an engine came from afar.

"Make way! Make way!" A green and purple motorcycle sped along the road, weaving through crowds and obstacles like a ghost. It came to a sudden stop in front of the two people with a screeching sound of burning tires.

"..." Hiroyuki Karakawa took off his crooked helmet, staggered off the motorcycle, and vomited while holding his knees: "Ugh—! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

"Honey, I'm entrusting our daughter to you!" A woman from a biker gang, wearing a motorcycle jacket and a black helmet, pulled a bamboo sword from under the driver's seat and tossed it to her husband.

"This was bought by Saki when she was in junior high school. You can make do with it for now."

After giving the instructions, Mrs. Yakawa lifted the front of the motorcycle, started the burnout, and rode away.

Traffic police officers were chasing after her on motorcycles, but she quickly outpaced them and they disappeared from sight.