The premise of breaking up in Tokyo

Sheng Yan had eight blood bars on his forearm.

Yingdai even rolled up his sleeves to scratch, his fingernails were so sharp that they broke the skin.

"Isn't that too harsh?"

Katsuhiko changed into slippers in the entryway, stretched his arm out in front of Eiyo, and said, "Have you ever grabbed Sato Hiroji like this before?"

Eiyo's expression changed, she grabbed Katsuhiko's arm and bit him.

"No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong, hiss—" Katsuhiko gasped, Eiyo's teeth were sharper than her fingernails, "Ahhhhh~"

On top of the eight health bars, a dense, bloody tooth mark was added.

The living room was lit with a soft yellow light. All the furniture and decorations were brand new: the television, TV cabinet, porcelain ornaments, flower arrangement, sofa, and the coffee table in front of it, along with the tea set on it.

The sliding door to the next bedroom was half open, and Qinye was spreading the sheets on the mattress, looking like she was about to rest.

After biting Katsuhiko, Eiyo turned around, stomped her feet, and went into the living room, then plopped down on the sofa.

She was still wearing that light green work uniform from the assembly line production workshop.

Her left sleeve was rolled up to her elbow, and her left hand was clenched into a fist, resting on the sofa armrest, her elbow at a right angle.

Her face flushed red as she glared at Sheng Yan, panting heavily. The hem of her dress, bulging high at her chest, rose and fell with her breath.

Katsuhiko touched the round teeth marks left by Eiyo's bite, then sat down on the sofa opposite her. On the wooden coffee table between the two of them was the envelope Kenta had left for Eiyo, the seal already torn open.

"When I got to the bank, Kenta hadn't jumped yet, and then he told me to come up. Before I even got to the roof, he jumped. He lied to me, and I was furious. On the roof, I saw Hiroji Sato, and he told me he wanted a letter."

As Katsuhiko spoke, he pointed to the envelope, then looked up at Eiyo and asked, "Does this letter mention anything about him?"

As Katsuhiko spoke as if to himself, Eiyo's shortness of breath subsided.

She seemed to realize that the current situation was not suitable for getting angry, and her face looked stiff and embarrassed. She pulled her fist away from the sofa armrest, rolled up her sleeves again, and finally leaned forward slightly, lowered her head, and placed her forearms on her knees.

"Didn't you say you'd take responsibility? See for yourself!"

Katsuhiko pulled the letter out of the white envelope. The letter seemed to have been crumpled and then unfolded. There were tear marks on the corners of the letter, made by fingernails. It contained two full pages of text.

A standard opening: A brother's suicide note to his sister.

The younger brother, Kenta, first reminisced about the past, recalling how his older sister, Eiyo, had selflessly cared for him since he was little, standing up for him in kindergarten and fighting off others for him in elementary school...

Then he looked to the future: to expand and strengthen the factory, and then find an honest and reliable man for his sister who was unhappy in her marriage...

Although Kenta didn't know the exact situation regarding Hiroji Sato, he guessed it after taking over the factory, trying to find connections at the bank, and encountering repeated difficulties from Hiroji Sato.

Kenta then interjected: "After years of observation, I think Katsuhiko is quite good, but unfortunately, he said he already has a girlfriend at the wedding. However, first loves usually fail. With my sister's charm, I can probably win him over. I was thinking of getting him to work at the factory, but alas..."

When discussing the factory's plight, one inevitably has to mention their father, who fled abroad and has been missing ever since.

The gambling debt is 400 million yen, which is the same price as the land for the factory.

Of course, the factory is now only worth 200 million yen.

The old father said it was to turn things around, but he'd been set up... He told Kenta to hold on a little longer, he'd be back...

Finally, Kenta warned Eiyo again: Don't trust Hiroji Sato.

"Go to sleep first!" Katsuhiko tossed the letter back onto the coffee table without expression, then said, "Tomorrow, Kotoha and I will sort out all of Kenta's accounts."

In the bedroom, Qin Ye had already made the bed and was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at a wedding photo frame.

Eiyo couldn't detect any emotion on Katsuhiko's face. Looking at Katsuhiko's face, she opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What are your plans for the future?" Sheng Yan asked.

"What do you mean?"

"If you have any plans, I'll give you some support. If you don't have any plans, then just leave it to me."

What are your plans?

"Kenta said in his letter that he wanted me to work for you and your siblings, but unfortunately that's not possible anymore. So, why don't you come work for me at my convenience store!"

"Sure, after all you said you'd take responsibility." Eiyo said, getting up and walking towards the bedroom. "You can sleep in the tatami room; there are bedding there."

The Japanese-style room is the same room as the living room, separated by a wooden-framed screen. Inside, bedding and pillows are scattered on the tatami mats.

"Oh, by the way, Mikoto and Sayuri will be coming to visit tomorrow morning with breakfast."

Katsuhiko also stood up, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a mouthful of teeth marks and eight bloody welts, and said, "I see you have a bit of a temper, don't bully them, they are both very gentle."

Yingdai stiffened, glanced back, flicked her fist at the air, then went into the bedroom and closed the sliding door.

After the lights were turned off, the room was completely silent.

Katsuhiko wrapped himself in the blankets and tried to fall asleep for more than half an hour, but he just couldn't.

I drank three bottles of [Recovery Potion] today, and I'm too energetic. This is probably a side effect.

If I don't sleep, what will I do if I'm sleepy tomorrow? Should I continue taking the medicine? Wouldn't I become a walking pharmacy?

"It's time to sleep," Katsuhiko thought, continuing to ponder...

A faint "click" sound came from the living room, like the clanging of metal—was it the door lock?

As Katsuhiko was making wild guesses, a series of soft sounds came from outside—the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor…

Katsuhiko jolted awake and suddenly looked up at the living room.

Looking out from the Japanese-style room, through the wooden screen, the door to the entrance hall was already open, and the sky outside was bathed in the blue-purple light of the city's neon lights.

Against the backdrop of a blue-purple sky, a group of swaying black figures appeared in the living room, one of them holding a small flashlight, the white beam of light sweeping across the living room.

They had moved to the bedroom door, and the sliding door was slowly opening.

There was also a person carrying a small flashlight, slowly walking towards the Japanese-style room.

Katsuhiko couldn't see how many people were. After quickly putting on his pants, he didn't rush out. Instead, he dragged his bedding and slowly stood behind the wooden screen frame.

The white beam of the small flashlight swept across the tatami mat, where a dark figure, one hand on the screen frame, stepped in with one foot.

Katsuhiko suddenly shoved the blanket over his head, then grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into his arms, while simultaneously delivering a vicious punch to the other man's kidney area.

The dark figure suddenly went limp, and a muffled groan escaped from under the covers.

"Clang!" A crisp sound.

The small flashlight fell to the ground, and at the same time, a chorus of screams erupted from the bedroom.

"ah!!!!"

Katsuhiko rushed to the bedroom and turned on the living room light as he did so.

Two men stood in the sliding doorway to the bedroom, dressed in black suits and wearing black masks. One of them was carrying a burlap sack and a rope, while the other was holding a small flashlight.

Three people came in, and one was taken down.

In the bedroom, Eiya and Kotoha huddled together in a corner of the mattress, clutching their bedding. Only their heads were visible, their faces pale and their eyes filled with terror.

The moment Sheng Yan turned on the light, the two men at the bedroom door also turned around instinctively.

Just then, they saw Katsuhiko rushing down from above. In the instant their expressions changed drastically, Katsuhiko grabbed their heads with both hands and slammed them together with almost all his might.

"Click..."

Amidst Eiyo and Kotoha's screams, Katsuhiko heard a faint cracking sound.

The two men in black slumped down like minced meat.

In the Japanese-style room, the guy whose liver was smashed by Katsuhiko's punch just staggered out. He had a thin face and a standard hair wax hairstyle, just like the same hair wax guy from the factory during the day.

The man with the waxed hair clutched his ribs, wincing in pain. He staggered back a step and said in a trembling voice, "Friend, weren't you just passing by? Why are you at her house? Could you call an ambulance for me? I've broken my ribs..."

Sheng Yan thought he had mental problems.

He walked over with a cold face, kicked him in the ribs he was clutching, and asked, "Which organization are you from?"

"Guanzhou Federation, Guanzhou Federation..." The man with the waxed hair fell to the ground, wailing and crying, "Brother, the grievances have their source, the debts have their debtors. I'm just an employee, I only obey orders..."

Katsuhiko stepped on his lower back and asked, "Who ordered you to arrest people?"

"No, you can't say it, my family will die if you do..." The man with the hair wax waved his hand.

"Okay," Sheng Yan said, grabbing one of his fingers and snapping it back.

Click!

"Ah~~~ Sato Hiroji, Sato Hiroji! It's Sato Hiroji! Spare me, spare me..." the man with the waxed hair cried out urgently.

Katsuhiko straightened his bent index finger, then grasped his middle finger and asked, "What abilities does he have that would threaten your family?"

"I made it up, I made it up, if you expose me I won't pay you..." The man with the hair wax was crying and sniffling.

Katsuhiko continued to hold his middle finger, slowly bending it towards the back of his hand, and said, "During the day at the factory, you said a boss wanted to go on a date with Eiyo. Who was it?"

"Sato Hiroji, it's Sato Hiroji..." The man with the waxed hair looked terrified.

"I don't believe he can come up with that much money."

As Sheng Yan spoke, he pressed his hand down.

Click!

"Ahhhhh!" the man with the hair wax wailed in agony. "It was all made up, all made up! I didn't take any money, I didn't pay off any debts... I just wanted to fool Yingdai..."

"I can't tell if what you're saying is true or false," Sheng Yan straightened his middle finger again, then held his ring finger. "Give me a reason to trust you."

Yingdai and Qinye, each wrapped in a blanket, walked out with pale faces and trembling fear.

Eiyo said in a trembling voice, "Katsuhiko-kun, people will die, call... call the police... those two... they seem... they seem to be dead..."

Sheng Yan glanced back at the bedroom doorway and saw two people lying face down on the floor, their heads touching, with a small pool of blood between them.

Sheng Yan paused for a moment, then let go of the wax-wearing man's hand and quickly half-squatted at the bedroom door. He checked the carotid arteries of both of them, and they were still beating.

I felt that if I didn't get to the hospital soon, I really wouldn't survive.

Luckily, he had a spare coin in his pocket... Katsuhiko thought for a moment, then grabbed each of their legs and dragged them into the bathroom. Two long trails of blood slid down the floor...

Yingdai and Qinye were so frightened that they collapsed to the floor.

The man with the waxed hair gaped in terror, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. As if divinely inspired, he scrambled to his feet and dashed out of the room, shouting, "Murder!!! Murder!!!"

The night was deep and dark, and the screams were deafening...

Katsuhiko didn't want outsiders to see the properties of the [Recovery Potion]. He had previously given Eiyo half a vial of the potion diluted with water, which proved that unless the whole vial was drunk, it wouldn't restore the body immediately. Half a vial would only have half the effect.

Katsuhiko fed each person a quarter of the contents. The wound on their foreheads hadn't healed, but they opened their eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Katsuhiko asked.

The two men's bewildered expressions suddenly froze. They were acquaintances, having participated in being beaten by Sheng Yan at the factory.

The two had already recognized Katsuhiko. Lying on the white ceramic tiles, they trembled and didn't move, their lips shaking as they said, "Please, please let us go... please? I thought I was dead... I'll never do it again..."

Katsuhiko repeated the question he had just asked, and his answer was exactly the same as the one given by the man with the hair wax.

Fortunately, they both had "honest" faces and "sincere" eyes, making them trustworthy.

Yingdai and Qinye, wrapped in their blankets, walked to the toilet door. They seemed relieved that no one had died, but their faces were still tense.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens came from outside.

Then the man with the waxed hair screamed, getting closer: "Officer, officer, it's inside! That monster killed my brothers, two of them, two lives!"

A moment later, two policemen carrying batons rushed in, accompanied by hurried footsteps.

The truth is obvious: the man with the hair wax lied.

However, the necessary statement still needed to be taken... The police put away their batons.

"I just don't want to get my floor dirty..."

Katsuhiko explained that the reason he dragged the two into the toilet was not to dismember anything.

The man with the stylist, lying on a stretcher by the door, screamed, "He tortured me! He tortured me, broke two of my ribs, snapped two of my fingers..."

His left index and middle fingers were wrapped in thick gauze, forming the shape of the number "two".

"They broke into my home, and I had the right to defend myself..." Katsuhiko explained the cause of the conflict.

There are currently injured individuals, and the case involves suspected kidnapping by organized crime. The situation is quite complex, and individuals need to go to the police station to make formal statements.

However, the police officer in charge did not seem to intend to investigate further, and only conducted on-site questioning. He then took the three away on suspicion of "trespassing".

They didn't even mention asking Katsuhiko to come to the police station to cooperate...

Katsuhiko was too lazy to argue with them anymore. After all, back at the factory, the hair wax guy had brazenly boasted that he was "on the same side as the police"...

After the bystanders left, the house fell silent.

Sheng Yan first used a rag to absorb the bloodstains on the floor, then rinsed it with cold water, then wiped it with a mixture of white vinegar and warm water, and finally used hydrogen peroxide from the first-aid kit to clean it simply.

After Katsuhiko finished his work, Eiyo and Kotoha hadn't returned to the bedroom yet. The two of them huddled together on the sofa, wrapped in blankets, still shaken.

3:30 a.m.

"Go to sleep!" Katsuhiko said.

Yingdai pursed her lips, shook her head, and said, "Go to sleep, we're not sleeping..."

Qinye's eyes were also somewhat dazed.

"I'm not sleepy either, I'll just sit here!"

Katsuhiko sat directly opposite the two of them, about fifty centimeters away from Kotoha, separated by a coffee table. The moment his gaze fell on any part of her, the timer would begin...