Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

"Of course, professional detectives are all legally trained, and it's best if they also have an acquaintance at the police station," Yugami Ken boasted, pulling a baton from his jacket pocket.

"In short, let's just treat arson as a last resort and a safety net."

"Okay, that sounds more plausible." Kyushu Makoto slung the umbrella over his shoulder and took out his craft scissors in his other hand:

"According to your plan, the two of us would be 'illegal intruders,' right?"

"The original plan was for me to be alone; after all, detectives often spend a few days in jail." Yuujin Ken raised an eyebrow and asked:

"You want to come too?"

"Of course, I'm going to slaughter them."

84. Mass Destruction

"Sorry, non-members are not allowed to enter this store!"

At the entrance of the KTV, a burly security guard with a menacing look crossed his arms and 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 groin and collapsed to his knees, his crotch instantly soaked.

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

"Oh, that's really ruthless." Yushin Ken stripped the gatekeeper naked and used the clothes as ropes to tie his hands and feet.

Kyushu Makoto's gaze fell on the security camera at the entrance of the KTV, which was flashing red, like a blood-red watchdog.

“Don’t worry, there’s no way there would be cameras in a shady establishment like this,” said Xi Shenjian, arms crossed. “This is probably their only surveillance device.”

"No surveillance cameras? That's great!" Kyushu Makoto could hardly contain his laughter. He reached out and pulled down the wall camera, then stomped on it a few times.

He then took a deep breath and kicked open the door of the KTV.

"Hehehe...you bastards! Come out here, all of you!" Kyushu Makoto's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad, vicious dog:

"You beasts! I'm going to rip your hearts out!"

Upbeat rap songs were playing in the lobby of the KTV, while several gangsters disguised as customers and waiters stood guard.

Upon hearing the sound of the door being kicked, they immediately stood up and turned their gazes toward Kyushu Makoto.

"How did you get in?" A thug immediately stepped forward, making a move to subdue the thin boy with his bare hands.

Kyushu Makoto suddenly lunged forward and, at an unexpected and bizarre angle, plunged the scissors into his opponent's abdomen.

“You crawled in from your mother’s grave!” Kyushu Makoto gritted his teeth and said, then pulled out a pair of scissors and stabbed him five times in succession.

He threw the gangster, riddled with bloody holes, to the ground, then kicked a soccer ball at the man's head.

"Damn it! Enemy attack! Go call for backup!" The other gangsters immediately noticed the abnormality and pulled out weapons from under the table—folding knives, iron bars, baseball bats, hammers, and all sorts of other weapons.

"Hehehe... Scream, scream as loud as you can! Scream like a whore! Call all the reinforcements! I'll kill one for every one that comes, and I'll kill a hundred of them!" Kyushu Makoto had entered a state of madness, and his roars were more terrifying than those of hundreds or thousands of murderers.

"Oh, are high school students under so much pressure these days? They can be so ruthless when they go crazy?" Yugami Ken exclaimed, following behind.

A taller thug in a suit rushed forward and swung an iron rod at Kyushu Makoto's head.

Kyushu Makoto decisively used his umbrella to block the opponent's iron bar, and took the opportunity to kick him in the groin.

The thug in the suit hadn't expected the young man to be so despicable. He could only scream in pain, clutching his groin in resentment, and kneeling down on the ground with his legs together.

Kyushu Makoto kicked the other man in the chest again, then snatched his baseball bat and smashed it into his head until his face was covered in blood before stopping.

"Damn it, die!" Another gangster, wielding a fruit knife, roared as he charged at Kyushu Makoto.

Kyushu Makoto sidestepped the opponent's thrust, then pulled out pepper spray from his pocket, aimed it at the man's eyes, and pressed the switch.

"Aaaaaah! Hiss! I'm going to die!" The pepper spray, distilled in the laboratory, entered the thug's eyes, and the extremely spicy taste immediately invaded his brain nerves, causing him to roll on the ground and convulse in pain.

Seeing his pitiful state, Kyushu simply stepped on his head, granting him a sleep like that of an infant.

Immediately, Kyushu Makoto threw away the art scissors in his hand and replaced them with the thug's fruit knife.

Since there are no surveillance cameras here and the enemy is a gangster who does all sorts of evil deeds, it shouldn't be a problem to use a controlled knife a little, right?

"Die!" A thug swung an iron rod, trying to sneak up on Kyushu Makoto from behind.

Sensing danger, Kyushu Makoto immediately dodged and prepared to turn around and stab him in the back.

Just then, Yushin Ken rushed up and used his baton to block the other man's iron bar. He then grabbed a nearby lamp and smashed it on the thug's head, knocking him to the ground.

"Don't forget about me, you bunch of social trash." Xi Shenjian kicked the thug in the stomach and cursed irritably.

After a fierce battle, enemy reinforcements arrived.

A dozen or so gangsters quickly rushed into the hall, wielding various cold weapons, shouting and cursing incessantly.

Yugami Ken took a step back in surprise: "So many people, can we win?"

"Hmph, even if I can't beat them, I'll still fight." Kyushu Makoto raised a cold laugh and asked:

"Should we continue to maintain the 'illegal trespassing' status at least until your police friends arrive?"

“That’s true, it seems I’ll have to ask Mr. Karakawa to pay me a bit more.” Yugami Ken shrugged and leaned against Kyushu Makoto’s back.

"You're pretty good, kid. I'll take care of your back now."

"I can't ask for it."

Kyushu Makoto gripped his baseball bat and fruit knife tightly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light as he stared menacingly at the horde of enemies. He then beckoned to them with his finger, seemingly in a provocation.

These gangsters couldn't stand being mocked by a high school student, and immediately charged forward, shouting:

"Bastard!" "How dare he look down on us!" "Kill him!"

"Alright! All of you, come here! I'm going to kill you too!!" Kyushu Makoto wiped the blood off his hands and roared as he charged forward.

"Bang—!" Suddenly, the door to the KTV was kicked open again.

"You bunch of scum, hand over your daughter!" A burly man wearing an apron and a floral shirt rushed in; this was Mr. Ya Chuan, who had hurriedly arrived.

Hiroyuki Karakawa rushed forward and delivered a desperate flying kick, sending one of the yakuza thugs flying. He then got up, grabbed another yakuza thug by the waist, lifted him over his head, and slammed him onto a table, breaking the table in two.

Immediately afterward, an elderly man with graying temples, wearing an inexpensive woolen shirt, slowly walked in.

He held a bamboo sword used for kendo training, and despite witnessing such a brutal battle scene, his eyes remained calm and composed.

"Ushiwakamaru-sensei?" Kyushu Makoto exclaimed in surprise, casually smashing the knee of a yakuza thug in front of him with a baseball bat.

"Oh, what are you doing here, Kyushu-kun?" Teacher Ushiwakamaru was also a little surprised.

Before the two could continue their conversation, several thugs from the underworld swarmed around Professor Ushiwakamaru.

In the eyes of these thugs, the old man was like the kind-faced Ebisu from mythology, posing no threat whatsoever.

"Screech!" Teacher Ushiwakamaru grinned and shouted, his bamboo sword thrusting forward and piercing the eye socket of a thug.

"Take this! Halt! Halt! Halt!"

Teacher Ushiwakamaru roared repeatedly, his bamboo sword thrusting and slashing, making a series of pleasant 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.

"Don't worry, this old man used to fight me a few times when he was a detective. He's very skilled!" Yagawa Hiroichi shouted as he slammed the enemy's head against the wall.

"I happened to run into him on my way here. He borrowed a bamboo sword from a passerby and insisted on helping me!"

"Our students have been kidnapped. While teachers have no obligation to rescue them, they cannot stand idly by." Teacher Ushiwakamaru's bamboo sword was stained with blood, and his eyes had turned cold.

"I hope I'll still have time to go to the dessert shop to buy a cake for my granddaughter later."

With two unexpected helpers, Kyushu Makoto's fighting pressure was immediately reduced.

He laughed wildly and roared, his adrenaline surging as he fought the enemy with abandon.

If a baseball bat goes astray, he'll just switch to an iron rod; if a fruit knife gets stuck in an enemy's ribs and he can't pull it out, he'll just pick up a bottle opener... The martial arts he learned from childhood taught him to turn any everyday object into a weapon, inflicting the most painful damage on his enemies and making them regret their evil deeds for the rest of their lives.

After a chaotic battle, the hall was a mess, but the fight remained intense, with neither side willing to give an inch.

"Oh my god, die!" Hiroichi Karakawa punched a yakuza thug in the face, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the wall.

Suddenly, he inexplicably felt an extremely powerful and heart-pounding sense of oppression.

Before anyone knew it, a burly, double-door-sized man nearly 1.9 meters tall was already standing in front of Hiroyuki Karakawa, his fist, as big as a bowl, slamming into his face.

“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? I thought they were some tough guys~" The burly man with the double doors rolled up his sleeves, took out a syringe with a purple glow from his pocket, and stuck it into his muscular arm.

Slowly push your finger down, and all the purple liquid in the syringe enters your body.

"What a lively day! First, there was this troublesome wild girl, and now you four—the old, weak, sick, and disabled..."

The burly man with the double doors was flushed, and exaggerated veins were gradually appearing on his forehead. He let out a low growl like a wild beast.

"Don't you know this is a members-only karaoke bar? Outsiders aren't allowed in!"

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