The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

Katsuhiko leaned half his body out from behind the cashier and peered out the door.

The modified motorcycle, styled like those of a biker gang, is brand new and looks pretty cool.

There were two young men on the vehicle, probably in their early twenties, and neither of them were wearing helmets.

The young man driving the car had a buzz cut, dyed blonde, dark skin, and was dressed casually in a floral shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.

In the back seat, the young man holding onto the lower back of the person in front looked quite respectable, with slicked-back hair and a shrewd appearance.

He wore a white shirt on top, black trousers on the bottom, and shiny black leather shoes.

He seemed pleasantly surprised that the convenience store was open; before the motorcycle had even come to a complete stop, he jumped off the back seat, tucked his black briefcase under his arm, and walked straight into the store.

Sheng Yan placed the medical book in his hand on the cashier's counter and stood up politely.

Welcome!

The young man glanced at Sheng Yan's face, took a business card from his briefcase, slid it onto the cashier's counter, then tapped the stainless steel tabletop with his index finger, turned his head to scan the store, and casually asked, "Where's your boss? Call her."

The business card was made of rather expensive ivory paper, with the words "Tanaka Yutaka, Group 21" handwritten on it.

"I'm the boss," Sheng Yan swept his business card on the floor, his face stern as he asked, "What's up?"

"Huh?" Tanaka Yutaka's face froze for a moment. He looked down at the business card, then looked up at Katsuhiko, his expression turning unfriendly.

"Brother, you're doing part-time work, earning less than 700 yen an hour, right? I advise you not to cause trouble for your boss. This is the final warning; the trash outside the door and the things on the roller shutter last night..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sheng Yan grabbed his hair, which was covered in hair wax, and slammed it onto the stainless steel cash register.

With a bang.

"Ah~~" Tanaka Yutaka coughed up blood from his nose, his black briefcase fell to the ground with a clatter, scattering documents all over the floor, and he waved his hands wildly.

Sheng Yan didn't let go either, pressing his head down over the counter and dragging him to the door while still holding onto his hair wax.

Another young man who had just parked his motorcycle stepped onto the doorstep. He seemed not to have reacted and stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

Without a second thought, Sheng Yan raised his leg and kicked him hard in the groin.

"Ugh~~~"

The young man's face turned deathly pale, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. He covered his genitals with both hands, gagged, and slowly knelt down.

Katsuhiko kicked him down the steps again, then grabbed Tanaka Yutaka by the hair and threw him onto the young man who was covering his genitals.

He then pulled down the metal roller shutter, pointed to the scrambled red paint on the door, and said, "Either replace the door or clean it up, or you're not leaving."

"Damn it!" Tanaka Yutaka struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his nose, and dragged his brother, who was still clutching his groin, backward, yelling, "You've offended Group 21! You're asking for death!"

Seeing the fear in his eyes, Sheng Yan didn't bother to hit him anymore. After all, they were on the street, and it would be troublesome if passersby called the police.

Of course, judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be interested in cleaning up the metal roller shutter. I was too lazy to waste any more words with him. Seeing that he was about to ride away on his motorcycle, I rushed over to the motorcycle, grabbed the key, and put it in my pocket.

This motorcycle is worth 800,000 yen...

"If you don't pay for my metal roller shutter, this motorcycle is mine." Katsuhiko said, then climbed back onto the motorcycle, feeling the springiness of the seat, and, gripping the handlebars, asked, "Where did you throw my motorcycle helmet?"

"You'll regret this..." Tanaka Yutaka didn't go any further. Instead, he helped his sallow-faced brother walk towards the tram stop across the street, then turned back and yelled, "You'd better wait here if you dare, or I'll smash up your convenience store..."

It's only 5:30 now, the sky is just starting to get dark, and we haven't agreed on a time yet.

Tanaka Yutaka's briefcase was still lying in front of the cashier, and many documents were scattered around.

Sheng Yan picked up the documents and looked through them one by one.

These were all loan contracts, not private loans, yet they bore the official seal of the First Kangyo Bank. There were also some stock and securities agreements, bearing the official seals of companies like Nomura Securities and Sanyo Securities, in addition to some unfamiliar company names…

They've even gotten involved in the financial sector; it seems this group wields considerable influence.

A lot of people will probably be here soon... Should we call the police?

No, we've finally gotten this chance to fight, how can we let things get complicated?

It's a time of strict crackdown, and as a law-abiding citizen, I know they wouldn't be carrying knives or guns... Besides, they're all after money, so I might as well try to make contact with them.

Katsuhiko put the documents into his briefcase and placed it on the cashier's counter. Then he cut two pieces off the wooden stick from the store's mop and made a nunchaku...

Before his focus had faded, Sheng Yan recalled scenes from movies and TV series he had watched, and he could now wield the nunchucks with impressive skill.

Around eight o'clock, the roar of a motorcycle could be heard outside again.

Katsuhiko, drenched in sweat, shirtless and carrying nunchucks, ran quickly to the door.

I was a little excited; the three-hour intensive training session was finally here.

Outside the door was another extravagantly modified motorcycle, with a modified exhaust pipe, available in both a street-crashing mode and a normal mode.

Only one car came, and judging by its size, it belonged to a woman?

She wore a brand-new black helmet, a black trench coat similar to a special forces uniform with the words "Always ready" and "Please take care" embroidered on the back, and tight black leather pants and black high-top leather boots.

The female rider was about to get off the bike when she seemed to see Katsuhiko standing at the door. She braced herself on one long leg, then lifted her helmet visor, revealing her eyes.

"I'm not getting off," she said, waving her hand. "Just give me a box of chewing gum."

"Huh?" It wasn't a fight?

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush."

"oh."

Shengyan went into the store and brought her a box of chewing gum.

As the female rider took the chewing gum, she handed over a 5000 yen bill, tilted her head towards the motorcycle next to her, and asked, "Is this your motorcycle?"

Katsuhiko hung the nunchucks around his neck and said, "Isn't it cool?"

"Let's hang out sometime," the female rider said, giving a thumbs-up and pulling down her mask. "Nice figure, bye."

Are they legitimate biker gang members? They must be really rich, not even bothering with over 4,000 yen in change.

Katsuhiko returned to the convenience store and continued practicing with nunchucks.

Less than ten minutes later, a bread truck screeched to a halt at the entrance. Then the door opened, and amidst the chaotic noise, more than a dozen thugs jumped out, wielding baseball bats. There were no knives or other prohibited items...

"That's him! Beat him!"

Leading the charge was Tanaka Yutaka, who had a band-aid on his nose and was brandishing a stainless steel baseball bat as he charged into the store, yelling as he did so.

Katsuhiko, worried that they would smash the store, rushed to the door and swung his nunchucks, feinting at Tanaka Yutaka. Tanaka Yutaka seemed to instinctively use a baseball bat to block, but Katsuhiko's real move was with his feet. While swinging the nunchucks, he also kicked Tanaka Yutaka in the stomach.

"Ugh—" Tanaka Yutaka vomited a puddle of viscous liquid and knelt on the doorstep steps.

The member rushing behind him was tripped by Tanaka Yutaka, and Katsuhiko took the opportunity to punch him in the back of the head.

Of course, there was no way to dodge the steel pipes thrown by others, so they could only use nunchucks to block them. With a "crack," wood chips flew everywhere, and the nunchucks were broken.

They all seem to be ruthless, and they don't know how to hold back when they strike.

Katsuhiko seized the opportunity to snatch the baseball bat from Tanaka Yutaka's hand, then stepped on his back and grabbed the face of the guy rushing in front of him.

"Ah—" the man wailed.

Unfortunately, they didn't manage to gouge his eyes, but only his nostrils. They used his nose to shield him from the baseball bat attacks coming from all around, and rushed out of the store.

The attackers were only three or four people blocking the entrance, with four or five more on the perimeter.

The four or five people, probably worried about accidentally hurting their accomplice who was being pulled by the nose and screaming in pain, quickly retreated and only managed to surround him.

Katsuhiko's finger slipped from his nostril, and the man covered his nose and fell to the ground. Katsuhiko ignored him and swung his baseball bat, successfully jumping into the street.

Just as he rushed out the door, he was hit several times on the back, and it burned with pain.

His back, now glistening with sweat, bore several red welts that were almost bleeding. He wore black dress pants and brown puncture-resistant work boots.

As Katsuhiko jumped into the street, four or five people on the periphery surrounded him.

It's probably because it created a situation like a trapped beast fighting for its life.

They did not attack immediately, seemingly waiting for someone to give the order.

However, Katsuhiko didn't wait for them to react before swinging his baseball bat and hitting them. The men were initially surprised and seemed to be passively retaliating.

Katsuhiko's previous Kyokushin Karate skills were completely useless. He relied entirely on his super-fast reflexes in his "focused" state to dodge and block fatal attacks, combined with his instinctive street fighting experience to counterattack.

That is, taking a baseball bat and hitting and pounding them in the ribs, groin, and toes... as long as no one dies, they can do whatever they want.

In less than ten minutes, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground, some clutching their toes, others their groins, emitting twisted and low moans.

Katsuhiko's head was also smashed open, his face was covered in blood, and a large lump had swelled up on his right forearm, making it impossible for him to lift it; it was probably fractured.

However—Katsuhiko took out a coin from his pocket, exchanged it for a [Recovery Potion], and secretly drank it while touching his nose.

He recovered instantly, feeling even more energetic than before the fight. The bruises on his body and the excruciating pain in his right arm disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

That's really useful, but unfortunately I only have one coin left. I have to go check with Kenta...

"Come on, come on, come on," Katsuhiko said, waving a baseball bat at the dozen or so people lying on the ground. "Get up, let's hit them again."

They looked terrified and did not respond.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Three rounds of applause.

It was only then that Sheng Yan noticed a middle-aged man in a black suit sitting on a bench across the street.

He slowly walked over as the applause began.

He had a rather refined appearance and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

"Your skills are impressive, sir. I am Hiroji Sato, the financial advisor specially appointed by Group 21."

Sato Hiroji stepped over the people lying on the ground, stopped three steps away from Katsuhiko, took out a business card from his jacket pocket, handed it over, and said, "May I ask your name?"

"Katsuhiko Takenaka," Katsuhiko replied casually, taking the business card and glancing at it before asking, "Do you have anything to say?"

A handwritten business card: Hiroji Sato, Head of the Finance Department, Dai-Ichi Kangyo Bank.

Katsuhiko found it rather strange. Why would a gang that could afford such a financial advisor be so fixated on a small business? After all, the protection money wasn't much at all!

However, the moment Katsuhiko had a question, he almost subconsciously thought of the most valuable property rights of the convenience store.

This property belongs solely to Mikoto; she doesn't need to pay rent and is definitely wealthier than any other individual business owner who rents it.

Could they really be after the convenience store's ownership? Are they trying to seize it all?

"Mrs. Mikoto's ex-husband owes us a considerable loan of forty million yen."

"What's your relationship with Misaka?"

Mikoto only has 10 million yen in loan debt, which means that legally, her ex-husband's debt has nothing to do with her.

"We can't find her ex-husband."

"Then don't look for Mikoto either, she's mine now."

"Mr. Takenaka, that's not the problem," Hiroji Sato said politely. "Group 21 is in dire financial straits and desperately needs funding. This convenience store is our lifeline. You wouldn't want things to turn out this way, would you?"

It may seem like an attitude of distancing oneself from the matter, but it carries a strong sense of threat.

"I don't mind," Katsuhiko almost laughed, shrugging and spreading his hands. "My lawyer will tell me how to leash a dog."

The iron fist of justice can smash a dog's head. After all, the anti-gangster law introduced last year has been revised this month, making the management of organized crime even more stringent.

Sato Hiroji's face stiffened. After a long silence, he turned around and said, "Until we meet again."

Sheng Yan watched him walk across the street, get into a black Toyota, turn on the headlights, and slowly drive away.

The dozen or so people on the ground stopped groaning and began to move towards the bread cart, clutching their wounds.

Katsuhiko pulled Tanaka Yutaka out of the car, which his underlings had just carried inside.

"Mr. Takenaka, please stop! I surrender!" Tanaka Yutaka cried out, clutching his groin.

Katsuhiko asked, "What's your position in the organization?"

He was able to bring a group of people with him, and the people around him seemed to treat him quite well, so he seemed to have a high status.

Just as Katsuhiko had guessed, Tanaka Yutaka was still a junior assistant to the gang leader, a high-ranking officer who assisted the gang's second-in-command.

"Is what Hiroji Sato said true?" Katsuhiko asked again.

Tanaka Yutaka glanced at his underlings around him, his face contorted with the pain of a blow to the groin, but he didn't respond.

Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow and said, "I have a lucrative project here that I guarantee won't disappoint you. However, I also want some shares. Let them go first, and we'll discuss the details in the convenience store, how about that?"

Tanaka Yutaka's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he waved to the group of underlings in the bread truck.

As the bread truck left, Katsuhiko carried the limping Tanaka Yutaka into the convenience store, then pulled the shutter door down halfway to indicate that the store was temporarily closed.

Tanaka Yutaka picked up the briefcase from the cashier's counter and looked at Katsuhiko warily.