Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

That night, dark clouds obscured the moon.

Yuan Zhensheng stood in front of the sink in the public restroom, looking at his face in the mirror.

The effect of the "Face of the Fickle One" equipment is to change one's appearance, but it does not randomly generate a face; instead, the user needs to adjust it themselves.

Creating a realistic human face is a skill that requires a thorough understanding of human anatomy; otherwise, the result will be unrealistic.

Fortunately, one of the essential requirements for being an assassin is not being face-blind, so he can quickly replicate familiar faces. For example, when he was discovered by security guards last night, he didn't have time to carefully craft his face, so he could only temporarily replicate Yamamoto Koji's appearance.

While he has some time, he plans to create a face he often uses as a backup identity, temporarily using the pseudonym Suzuki Shinya. When he has the means in the future, he will obtain a fake driver's license, fake passport, and fake documents.

First, you can't be too handsome, otherwise you'll attract attention; but you can't be too ugly either, since handsome people are all alike, while ugly people are all unique. You have to be absolutely ordinary, the kind of person who wouldn't get a second glance in a crowd...

After much thought, he decided to refer to his previous life.

Twenty minutes later, a familiar face was reflected in the mirror. It looked like an office worker you see every day on the commuter train, a convenience store clerk, an ordinary customer at a corner izakaya, or an unknown employee in any company.

It is not aggressive, nor does it have any obvious memorable features. After a glance, it quickly fades from memory, blending into countless similar faces.

"Long time no see," Yuan Zhensheng murmured softly.

There was a commotion outside the public restroom; judging from the footsteps, at least four or five people were coming.

Yuan Zhensheng was prepared. He took out a warning sign that read "Under Repair" and placed it at the door of the stall. Then he slipped into the stall, locked the door, squatted on the toilet, and waited with bated breath.

This is the closest public toilet to Senju-no-cho. He had observed it before and found that most of the yakuza members patrolling the perimeter used this toilet.

The first person to enter the toilet was a boy with messy hair; he was pushed in. Following him were several delinquents who walked in cursing and pushing the boy with messy hair into the toilet.

"You're so long-winded and lack any backbone! Stop disgracing the mountain construction team!"

"Yes……"

"Speak louder! I can't hear you!"

"yes!"

"He has no spirit!"

"yes!!"

The middle-aged thug in the lead slapped him across the face, making the man with the messy hair stagger. The man with the messy hair didn't dare to fight back and was forced to kneel beside the toilet amidst the laughter of the crowd, enduring their humiliation.

"Say it now! Say you're a loser!"

"I...I'm a loser..."

"Shiraishi-kun, you look awful! You're disgusting!"

"sorry……"

"An apology needs to be sincere! Can simply saying sorry make up for a mistake? You've completely blinded us!"

"I'm so sorry... I have no money left..."

"Hey, the boss's recruiting delivery girls. Why don't you introduce your mom, who works at the convenience store? If you and your mom join the Mountain Construction Group together, working side-by-side, you might just be able to climb to the top of the underworld!"

The people around laughed even louder.

They were peripheral members of the Shanjian Group, basically delinquent youths. There weren't actually that many official members in the underworld; each member would lead a group of underlings, who were called "reserve members," and were all unorganized and undisciplined gangs.

Yuan Zhensheng had no habit of standing out or trying to be a hero. He calmly listened in and analyzed the key information from the conversation of these people.

The bullied person is named Hideaki Shiraishi, who is probably a newcomer to the group; the bully is named Eisuke Sugiyama, who is the leader of this gang of thugs and is brothers with a member of the Yamakengumi. He is mainly responsible for guarding the place and collecting protection money.

The noise lasted for nearly an hour, until Sugiyama Eisuke pushed Shiraishi Hideaki's head into the toilet, causing him to repeatedly drown until he finally passed out.

"Hey! Is that all you're capable of?"

Eisuke Sugiyama laughed heartily, unbuckled his belt, and urinated on Hideaki Shiraishi's messy head. "Come on! You guys can't pee, can you?"

The others followed suit, drenching Shiraishi Hideaki from head to toe, before leaving triumphantly.

Once the footsteps faded away, the cubicle door creaked open.

Hara Masaki moved the warning sign aside, observed cautiously, and only after confirming that everyone else had left did he bend down and drag Shiraishi Hideaki away.

"Well……"

Hideaki Shiraishi felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. He vaguely saw a figure dragging him into a toilet stall.

Yuan Zhensheng noticed something was wrong and chopped him on the neck with a chop, knocking him unconscious again.

"So sexy..."

Yuan Zhensheng felt no sympathy whatsoever, only disgust, because he too had been covered in the stench of urine during the dragging process.

It's so hard to make money and life is so tough. I hope I can be reborn as a rich kid in my next life. If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't even be a dog, let alone a hitman.

He carefully examined Hideaki Shiraishi's face and used the "face of the fickle one" to gradually change his appearance.

Four or five minutes later, he changed into Hideaki Shiraishi's clothes, put on Hideaki Shiraishi's face, pulled the zipper, climbed out of the toilet stall, and hung the "Under Repair" sign on the stall entrance.

The messy hairstyle couldn't be imitated. Yuan Zhensheng's hair wasn't long enough, and he didn't have time to prepare a wig, so he simply wore a hat to cover it up.

Gensei feigned injury, staggering out of the public restroom while leaning against the wall; just then, Sugiyama Eisuke and others were squatting on the street smoking. Seeing him come out, they waved to him with mocking expressions.

"Hey! You're awake so fast! Come on, let's have a smoke together."

Hara Masaki hunched over to avoid highlighting the height difference, feigning timidity as he said in a hoarse voice, "I...I want to go to the office to take a shower..."

"Are you out of your mind, kid? What do you think the firm is? We don't expect you to shower there!"

Sugiyama Eisuke stood up, scolded him in a trilled manner, and casually took the cigarette butt, intending to stub it out in his face.

"Whoa!!"

A loud shout came from the villa's gate.

Startled, Sugiyama Eisuke's hand trembled, and ash and sparks landed on him. He quickly brushed it off, turned around, and immediately put on a fawning smile: "Hello, big brother!"

"How many times have I told you not to bully newcomers!" The newcomer was a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black suit with a floral shirt underneath, clearly a formal member of the mountain construction team.

He and Eisuke Sugiyama are brothers, and his name is Yuta Sugiyama.

Most organized crime groups are based on family blood ties, and there may be several family factions within an organization. The first generation of gangsters has already blocked all paths, making it very difficult to rise to prominence on your own.

"I wasn't bullying him, I was just chatting with him," Sugiyama Eisuke said with a grin.

"What were you doing just now?" Sugiyama Yuta approached.

"This kid said he wanted to go into the office to take a shower. He doesn't know what's good for him. I'm giving him a talking-to."

"Take a bath? Ugh, it stinks!" Yuta Sugiyama smelled urine. "What's going on?"

"He accidentally fell into the toilet." Sugiyama Eisuke lied brazenly in front of Hara Masaki, clearly certain that Shiraishi Hideaki wouldn't dare to expose him.

"It was Sugiyama-san who peed," Hara Masaki whispered.

Eisuke Sugiyama roared in fury: "Huh? You bastard—"

"Shut up! Aren't you ashamed enough?!" Sugiyama Yuta slapped him hard across the face. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. If you can't even take a slap in the face, you might as well go back to your hometown and kill fish.

Sugiyama Eisuke looked resentful, but dared not speak out.

Yuta Sugiyama, treating everyone equally, didn't forget to turn back and lecture Masaki Hara: "And you! Remember this, this isn't a place you can just walk into!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Come with me, my apartment is right next door. I'll take you to take a shower and change your clothes."

"Yes! Thank you very much!" Yuan Zhensheng pretended to be grateful.

What great luck! I didn't expect to get in touch with a formal member so quickly, and even be able to go into his apartment to spend time alone with him. It's a better opportunity to commit a crime than a public restroom.

...Should we kill him and take his place?