Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"How disgusting, I feel like I'm going to die every time I ride in her car..." Hiroyuki Karakawa scratched his messy hair and fixed his gaze on the two of them:

"I'm here, Kyushu boy... Oh, Mr. Yugami is here too!"

"You know him?" Kyushu Makoto looked at the two of them, puzzled.

“Of course, he helped us find our izakaya,” Hiroyuki Karakawa said enthusiastically. “We’re practically acquaintances.”

“Since he’s Mr. Karakawa’s friend, then we can trust him, right?” Kyushu Makoto said tentatively. “He’s also investigating this karaoke bar.”

"Isn't that a coincidence?" Hiroyuki Karakawa urged impatiently, "Tell me what exactly happened first?"

The three exchanged information briefly.

Yugami Ken was taken aback and asked incredulously, "Was the kidnapped person Mr. Karakawa's daughter?"

“That’s right, I have to go save her now.” Kyushu Makoto gripped the umbrella handle tightly: “I can’t let Karasu-senpai be in danger.”

"You've got guts! I'll go too!" Hiroyuki Karakawa grabbed the bamboo sword: "I don't care about the underworld or the legitimate world, anyone who dares to kidnap my daughter, they'd all die!"

“Then I’ll come too, I happen to have a case to handle anyway~” Yugami Ken pulled a baton out of his pocket and suggested, “I’m a detective after all, I know a little bit about fighting.”

With two adults as helpers, Kyushu Makoto felt his chances of winning had increased.

His master had taught him that, given the opportunity, a group fight should be avoided over a one-on-one situation. Calling for backup is one of the essential elements of martial arts and should never be abandoned.

Just as the three were about to go upstairs side by side, an old man called out to him from behind:

"Kyushu-kun, what are you doing here?"

Kyushu Makoto paused, turned around, and asked, "Ushiwakamaru-sensei?"

The elderly man, nearing retirement, was carrying a plastic bag and must have just happened to be passing by.

"I just bought some pastries for my granddaughter and saw you looking so serious as I passed by," Teacher Niu Ruowan asked as she approached.

"Are you in any trouble?"

"My classmates have been kidnapped by gangsters; they're in the karaoke bar on the third floor." Upon encountering an acquaintance, Kyushu Makoto naturally didn't hesitate to ask for help.

"Could you please wait downstairs, Professor Ushiwakamaru? If we don't come out for a while, please call the police and say there's a fire inside... or even a murder, just make sure the police cordon off the scene immediately!"

He touched the Molotov cocktail in his jacket pocket, having made up his mind. If the three of them couldn't defeat the gangsters inside, he would have no choice but to start a fire, or knock out one of the unlucky gangsters and throw him out the window—either way, he could make a big scene.

"Oh dear, that sounds serious..." Teacher Ushiwakamaru said gravely, suggesting, "I'll go up with you."

"Uncle, please don't join in the fun..." Upon hearing this, Yu Shenjian helplessly stopped him: "You look like you're almost at the legal retirement age. Those people upstairs are gangsters!"

“But teachers can’t just stand by and do nothing when students are in danger.” Teacher Ushiwakamaru smiled kindly and, without anyone noticing, snatched the bamboo sword from Mr. Karakawa’s hand, brandishing it a few times with impressive skill.

"Don't worry~ I was a sports student in high school and even participated in the Jade Dragon Flag competition."

"This is probably useless..." Kyushu Makoto felt very worried.

However, Professor Ushiwakamaru's attitude was inexplicably firm, and he became a bit stubborn: "You guys worry about yourselves first! I know what I'm doing!"

"Alright, teacher, you should know your limits..." Kyushu Makoto knew his teacher was kind-hearted, so he didn't continue to stop him.

"No time to dawdle, let's go!"

Kyushu Makoto picked up an umbrella and was the first to walk up the stairs.

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84. Mass Destruction

The group climbed to the third floor and stopped at the corner of the stairs.

They didn't barge in directly; Detective Yugami stopped them.

"Please wait a moment, everyone," Yugami Ken said to the crowd.

“I investigated this KTV before. It’s said that there are no security cameras inside, but there is one at the entrance.”

Upon closer inspection, everyone noticed a security camera hanging at the corner of the shop entrance, flashing red like a watchdog.

"If we just barge in, we'll be caught on camera," Yuugami Ken continued to explain.

"Once they determine our numbers, they will definitely take precautions and put us in a disadvantageous position."

"So we need to deal with that camera first." Kyushu Makoto understood what he meant.

"give it to me."

After saying that, Kyushu Makoto took out a mask and a baseball cap from his pocket, put them on, walked out from around the corner, and headed straight for the KTV's security guard.

"Excuse me, this is a members-only karaoke bar!" The burly, menacing-looking security guard, arms crossed, called out as politely as possible.

"Please go back—gaa!"

He was halfway through his lines when Kyushu Makoto strode forward, swung his umbrella, and stabbed the guard in the groin.

The gatekeeper let out a shrill scream, clutched his crotch, and collapsed to his knees. His pants were quickly soaked, indicating that he had lost control of his bladder.

Kyushu Makoto kicked the gatekeeper hard in the head again, sending him flying against the wall.

After ensuring the security guard was unconscious, Kyushu Makoto stood on tiptoe, reached out and pulled the camera down, then threw it on the ground and stomped on it a few times.

After dealing with the security guard and the security camera, the other three followed.

"You bastard, you really went all out..." Hiroyuki Karakawa, a former yakuza, glanced at the unconscious gatekeeper and went over to give him another kick.

Xi Shenjian casually stripped the gatekeeper naked and used the clothes as ropes to tie his hands and feet: "This way, he can't move freely."

"Oh dear, how pitiful," said Ms. Ushiwakamaru, her expression utterly calm.

Four people, armed with weapons, gathered in front of the door, like adventurers about to enter a dungeon to fight a boss.

“Our plan is to break in and find Karasukawa-senpai first, but we can’t let Adachi Shin and the Kazama group get away.” Kyushu Makoto said in a low voice, “We can’t rely on the police, we can only rely on ourselves.”

"Actually, I just contacted a detective I know." At this moment, Yuujin Ken said smugly.

“I told him to immediately send people to seal off and investigate the KTV on the grounds of ‘illegal trespassing’.”

Upon hearing this, Kyushu Makoto paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "Illegal trespassing? What a great idea!"

"Um... if I may ask, what does 'illegal trespassing' mean...?" Professor Ushiwakamaru asked uncertainly.

"Of course, it was our illegal intrusion!" Unable to contain his rage any longer, Hiroyuki Karakawa kicked open the KTV door and stormed inside.

"Hand over my daughter, you bunch of damned bastards! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Hehehe...cough hahahaha!..." Kyushu Makoto's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile as he rushed in, umbrella and scissors in hand.

"You vile, beastly gangsters! Come, I'm going to pierce your hearts!"

"So this is one side of Kyushu-kun." Ushiwakamaru-sensei struck a proper kendo stance and walked in with steady steps.

"I haven't exercised in a long time. I hope my old bones can still be of use!"

"Oh, everyone's really motivated~" Yugami Ken nodded and followed with his baton.

Fast-paced rap songs were playing in the lobby of the KTV, where several fierce-looking thugs, armed with baseball bats and iron bars, had been waiting for some time.

"Strange, wasn't there only one kid on the surveillance footage?" The thugs were immediately frightened when they saw four men rushing in aggressively.

Hiroyuki Karakawa swung his thick arm and slammed it into the temple of a thug with the force of two piercing ears.

A loud "bang" came from the side of his head, and the other person's eyes immediately rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.

"You bastard!" The other two thugs raised their weapons and began fighting with Hiroyuki Karakawa.

Kyushu Seiya quickly joined the fray. He targeted a taller thug in a suit, first using his umbrella to block the man's iron bar, then taking the opportunity to kick him in the groin.

The thug in the suit was not expected that the young man would be so despicable. He immediately screamed, clutched his groin in anger, and knelt down on the ground with his legs together.

Kyushu Makoto kicked the other man in the chest again, then pulled out a pair of scissors and stabbed him twice in the shoulder, rendering him completely unable to resist.

A dozen or so thugs then flooded into the hall, shouting and cursing, seemingly preparing for a final showdown.

Professor Ushiwakamaru was the first target of the attack. In the eyes of the thugs, this kind-looking old man in a cheap woolen shirt was just a weakling with no fighting ability and posed no threat whatsoever.

"Screech!" Teacher Ushiwakamaru grinned and shouted, his bamboo sword flashing out and hitting a thug squarely on the head.

"Take this! Halt! Halt! Halt!"

Teacher Ushiwakamaru roared repeatedly, his bamboo sword thrusting and slashing, making rhythmic crackling sounds as it struck the enemy's head.

Like a venerable but still vigorous swordsman, he defeated his enemies with ease, making them flee in terror.

On the other side of the hall, Yuujin Ken struggled to deflect a thug's pipe with his baton, then grabbed a lamp from the table and smashed it hard on the thug's head.

A thug in a suit grabbed him from behind and tried to throw him to the ground.

"Get out of my way!" Xi Shenjian turned around and slapped the lamp in his face, then repeatedly jabbed him in the temple with a baton, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately, three more armed thugs surrounded him menacingly, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

"Hand over your daughter!" The battle descended into chaos. Hiroyuki Karakawa, like a gladiator, fought his way through the enemy ranks with his powerful arms, his fists and feet fierce and unstoppable.

He gripped the neck of a thug with superhuman strength, his sleeves nearly ripped apart by his grotesque, bulging muscles.

"Go to hell!" With a mere wave of his arm, he sent the thug flying, crashing against the wall and spitting blood.

"Crack—!" A thug attacked him from behind, smashing a bottle over his head.

Alcohol mixed with blood flowed down Hiroyuki Karakawa's forehead, down his brow bone, and into his eyes, but it did not shake his body in the slightest.

He stiffly turned his head, bared his teeth at the thug who had ambushed him, and revealed a terrifying smile like that of a murderer.