Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"A gang fight, a sneak attack from behind, and they even tried to kidnap my daughter..." Yarukawa Hiroichi gripped the attacker's head with one hand, as if he were crushing an eggshell.

"You trash have no right to call yourselves gangsters!"

Hiroyuki Karakawa pulled a large stainless steel ladle from his apron and roared as he repeatedly smashed it against the thug's head, making a series of crisp "clanging" sounds.

He then forcefully slammed the blood-covered enemy onto the wooden table, smashing the tabletop in two.

Hiroyuki Karakawa glared menacingly at the surroundings. Fear was already evident in the eyes of the other enemies, who trembled and dared not step forward.

Compared to the others, Kyushu Makoto's battle was not going smoothly.

As the smallest and only minor, he became the second target of the attack after Mr. Ushiwakamaru.

He had brought martial arts to its peak, like a dragon overturning a river or a mad wolf hunting a feast, each move hitting vital points, leaving his enemies utterly defeated and screaming in agony.

After swiftly taking down five suit-clad thugs, Kyushu Makoto was tackled to the ground by a burly man, and his scissors were kicked away.

The other person straddled Kyushu Makoto, grabbed his neck, and began to punch him repeatedly.

Kyushu Makoto took several punches to the face, leaving faint red bruises.

When the burly man's attack slowed down slightly, he decisively took out his special pepper spray from his pocket and sprayed it on the man's face.

"Aaaaah—! This is outrageous!" The concentrated chili juice, distilled in the laboratory, entered the burly man's mouth and nose, and the burning pain quickly invaded his brain nerves, causing him to cover his face and roll on the ground, screaming in agony.

Kyushu Makoto got up, kicked the burly man in the stomach with a soccer ball, then grabbed a folding chair and smashed it down on him until the man was covered in blood and could no longer move.

"That's it? Hahaha, let's go again!" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and, before his adrenaline had subsided, charged into the enemy ranks without hesitation.

......

After a fierce battle, the lobby was a complete mess. Countless thugs lay on the ground, some struggling and howling, others unconscious.

After taking down the last enemy, the four men huddled together, panting heavily.

Yugami Ken, panting heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Are you guys okay?"

"Damn it, where is my daughter?!" Hiroyuki Karakawa's clothes were already somewhat tattered, his face was still covered in blood, and he was holding a large soup spoon stained with blood.

"Oh... my back is about to break, these old bones of mine really can't take it anymore..." Teacher Beef Ball sighed softly, supporting himself with the red-stained bamboo sword on his back.

“Cough cough…haha…cough…” Kyushu Makoto casually picked up a baseball bat, his face still bearing a terrifying smile, his throat a little hoarse: “I remember she was hiding in a private room.”

"Let's go! Let's find her!" Hiroyuki Karasuki grabbed a large ladle and ran impatiently into the karaoke room.

As the group passed by the door of a private room, a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, pushed open the double door and suddenly punched Hiroyuki Karakawa in the face with a fist the size of a bowl.

“Bang!”

Caught off guard, Hiroyuki Karakawa was thrown to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and staining his teeth crimson.

"An old man, a kid, two men?" The burly man with the double doors sized them up, then grinned, revealing his teeth, and asked with a sarcastic and sinister tone:

"Am I dreaming? My men can't even handle four civilians?"

83. Unauthorized intrusion

Kyushu Makoto picked up his phone, its screen shattered, and his heart began to race.

"This is...her phone?" Kyushu Makoto had seen his senior's phone lock screen photo before and recognized it immediately.

...

Five minutes ago, Kyushu Makoto heard the message "The user you dialed cannot answer" on his phone and rushed downstairs to check the situation.

The senior student disappeared with a fraudster in a "members-only" KTV, and their communication signal was also cut off. It was not a good omen at all.

Out of caution, he immediately called the police.

[“My friend has been kidnapped, please send someone over immediately!”] He tried to make the case sound as urgent as possible.

"Understood, please wait a moment!" the police officer replied earnestly.

Makoto Kyushu made another call to Karasawa-ya.

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

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

Mr. Karakawa suddenly flew into a rage, switching to a genuine yakuza accent: "Damn it, what's going on! Explain yourself!"

Kyushu Makoto quickly recounted what had happened and sent him some of the audio recordings.

A moment later, Mr. Karakawa, burning with rage, said, "Adachi Shin... that bastard who corrupted 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 in danger! I have to go to Kamurocho. I'm leaving the shop in your hands." Hiroyuki Karasukawa suppressed his anger, his eyes filled with a murderous glint in his eyes.

"By the way, could you contact that guy, Ki? He should be in Kamurocho right now."

Lady Karakawa stopped her husband, reminding him, "Wait a minute, it'll take you half an hour to get to Shinjuku now, won't it?"

"Hopefully there won't be any traffic jams on the way..." Hiroyuki Karakawa said pessimistically, "Saki...you have to hang in there!"

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

"Huh?" Karakawa Hiroichi exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

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

......

Just as Kyushu Seijin finished contacting Mr. Karasukawa, a cell phone fell from the sky and landed at his feet.

The phone's recording function was always on. Kyushu Makoto stopped recording and clicked playback, and sure enough, he heard his senior's voice:

[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.

Immediately, his heart began to beat faster than usual.

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

Makoto Kyushu never intended to provoke the underworld, as he was well aware of his own limitations. Even with a strong sense of justice, one should never act beyond one's capabilities.

But since Senior Yagawa was in such a dangerous situation because of him, he could not back down no matter what.

Despite having already reported the incident to the police, Kyushu Makoto had absolutely no trust in the Tokyo police. Moreover, he had also heard Adachi Shin say in the recording that the Kazama group had already cultivated relationships with the police.

If we place our hopes on the police, we may miss the best opportunity for rescue.

"Fine, I can't wait any longer!" Kyushu Makoto impatiently hoisted the umbrella onto his shoulder, like a samurai going into battle alone.

He probably couldn't rescue Senior Yagawa by himself, but he could at least muddy the waters and buy time for rescue.

"How about we set off a 'fire' and make a big scene?" Kyushu Makoto touched the few Molotov cocktails in his jacket pocket, his heart hardening. "If the whole building catches fire, even if the police have been bribed, they'll have to seal off the scene, right?"

"But then I'll become an arsonist... Oh well, I'll find a reliable lawyer to defend me later."

Just as Kyushu Makoto stepped onto the stairs, a man called out to him from behind:

"Hey, are you the classmate of the Yagawa family's daughter?"

Kyushu Makoto stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

The man who greeted me was 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.

“I’m an old friend of Mr. Karakawa. He just gave me an urgent request.” The curly-haired man named Yugami Ken took off his sunglasses, revealing a chiseled face.

"He wants me to rescue the daughter of the Yachuan family. He has already told me everything... He really knows how to cause me trouble. I've already told you I'm a detective, not a thug."

Just to be on the safe side, Makoto Kyushu immediately called Mr. Karasukawa.

"Yes, it's the detective I hired! He's a great fighter! Just leave everything to him! I'll be there soon! Ahhhhh, honey, slow down! Why are you going 300 km/h?! Traffic cops! Damn it, the cops are chasing us!"

Kyushu Makoto put away his phone: "I've confirmed with Mr. Karakawa, so it seems I can trust you."

"The police are never reliable, so when you're in trouble you have to call a detective. That's common sense in Tokyo." Ken Yuugami shrugged and asked, "Judging from your fully armed appearance, are you planning to rush in alone?"

"To be honest, I'm planning to start a fire." Kyushu Makoto carefully took out a Molotov cocktail: "The upper floors are full of gangsters now, this is the best way I can think of."

"Your idea is good, and your courage deserves praise." Yuujin Ken sighed, rubbing his forehead, and teased, "But regardless of what a high school student like you can do, aren't you just becoming an arsonist?"

"Do you have a better way?" Kyushu asked.

“Actually, I know a detective I know,” Yushin Ken said smugly.

“I asked him to bring people to seal off and investigate the KTV on the grounds of ‘illegal trespassing.’ He said he could bring people over within half an hour and asked me to stall for time.”

Upon hearing this, Kyushu Makoto paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "The punishment for trespassing is much lighter than for arson. For minor offenses, you can just spend a few days in detention and be released. Looks like you know a lot about the law~"