I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Sword Comes

"Go stand guard at the door and don't let the police in." Fujiwara Izaya said to Dark Raven, then stood up with Kawashima Miki in his arms. "Is Madam ready? Let's go meet the new boss together."

"Eh?"

Fujiwara Izaya's movements were too fast and his arms were too strong; Kawashima Miki simply couldn't break free.

After he picked her up horizontally, she was both embarrassed and annoyed, and stretched out her little hands to push against his chest: "Put me down, I can walk by myself!"

"I won't let you go." Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward firmly. "Doesn't Madam want me to go and dampen the new boss's thunder?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki's cheeks flushed slightly as her little scheme was seen through.

“Since you want me to help you with this, my wife will naturally have to pay a price.” Fujiwara Izaya held her tightly in his arms as they passed through an archway. “How about I announce your fate during the funeral service at your husband’s funeral?”

"?"

Kawashima Miki's head suddenly felt like it was going to explode.

Do you have some serious illness...? If you make a scene like this, not to mention whether others will look at you like you're a slut, the organization might treat you as a traitor, which would be a fatal consequence!

That's right.

That's the consequence Fujiwara Izaya wanted.

Sowing discord is the best approach. Once she's isolated or even targeted... she'll have no choice but to listen to her own words, hehe.

“Let go… um… this is their headquarters,” Kawashima Miki struggled to get up, her throat gurgling out commands, “I told you to let go… um… did you hear me? Put me down.”

In the blink of an eye, the door to the Buddhist hall was right in front of us.

With a flushed face, Kawashima Miki glared at him, her hands pressed against his chest: "...I'm saying this one last time! Put me down! Otherwise, I'll really get angry!"

“Oh, you were really angry when I carried you inside…” Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes meaningfully. “So, you were just pretending to be angry earlier, and you actually really like being held by me, right? You say you don’t want to, but your body says otherwise.”

"?"

This question completely baffled Kawashima Miki.

"Haha, be good," Fujiwara Izaya laughed loudly, carrying her in his arms as he stepped into the Buddhist hall, shouting loudly at everyone, "Young Master is here to cause trouble!"

Chapter 83. Can you call yourself a young person if you're not hot-blooded?

"Young Master, I'm here to cause trouble!"

In that instant, countless eyes were drawn to the doorway, and even the monks forgot to chant their sutras.

A damp breeze blew in, instantly changing the somber atmosphere in the room, because the seemingly spirited young man was behaving very rudely.

"who are you?"

"Where did this brat come from!"

"Are you tired of living?!"

Several bald, burly men rushed out and were about to pounce on them.

But when they took a few steps closer and saw clearly the woman he was holding, their bodies instantly froze.

Meanwhile, the guests who had arrived finally got a clear look at Kawashima Miki, and the Buddhist hall became unusually quiet. Several monks who had been performing rituals exchanged glances and silently retreated to the side, clutching their wooden fish drums.

Kasahara Fukari, disguised, glanced at Kawashima Miki's face.

An expression of disbelief flashed across her cold face for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, her expression remaining unchanged.

Facing the gazes of these people, Fujiwara Izaya, carrying Kawashima Miki, strode arrogantly toward the empty coffin. A smile, neither vulgar nor elegant, remained on his lips.

Kitagawa Takaki looked at the woman in his arms in surprise, then ran over with a worried expression: "Master Fujiwara, you..."

“Mr. Kitahara, please step outside,” Fujiwara Izaya instructed.

His eyes were bright, his expression firm, and he possessed a reassuring composure.

Kitagawa Takaki didn't say anything more and quietly left through the door.

Inside the Buddhist hall, many people from the political and business worlds remained, but even more were stunned and bewildered bald men, shocked by this earth-shattering event. Among them, the most stunned, or perhaps the most distressed, was none other than Araki Jiro.

Beside the coffin, a man in a white shirt quickly stepped forward and blocked Fujiwara Izaya's path: "Please leave!"

He is about 1.85 meters tall, with his hair in a ponytail, long eyebrows that are nicely arched upwards, and handsome features that make him a perfect movie actor.

"And who is this?" Fujiwara Izaya looked down at Kawashima Miki.

The man's gaze also fell on Kawashima Miki, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise and doubt.

“…It’s none of my business!” Kawashima Miki covered her face in despair.

"I am Kazuma Tsuchiya, the new president of the Black Spider Group." The man bowed slightly, adopting a humble posture. "May I ask if there is some misunderstanding?"

"The new boss?" Fujiwara Izaya narrowed his eyes, a murderous aura naturally emanating from him.

Tsuchiya Kazuma sensed the murderous intent.

In an instant, he raised his head, and their gazes met like lightning in the air.

This silent standoff immediately alerted all the guests in the Buddhist hall that the two might have a conflict. But what they didn't know was the origin of this seemingly arrogant and disdainful young man. This was Black Spider's lair, after all; today was the former president's funeral and the new president's inauguration ceremony. For him to come alone and provoke them could potentially lead to death…

“I know you, Fujiwara Izaya!” Tsuchiya Kazuma hesitated for a moment, his gaze temporarily avoiding his sharp edge, and instead turned to Kawashima Miki: “Sister-in-law, today is my elder brother’s funeral, isn’t your attitude going too far?”

Kawashima Miki frowned, her small hands covering her face clenched into tight fists.

She wished she could first smash Tsuchiya Kazuma's head with one punch, then smash Fujiwara Izaya's head with another, so that these two men would disappear from the world completely.

The bald, burly men nearby also surrounded them and started cursing.

"President Araki just passed away, how could you do this, sister-in-law..."

"That's outrageous!"

"Slut!"

"Why doesn't that kind of bitch just die...?"

"Today is President Tsuchiya's inauguration ceremony. No matter how thirsty you are, can't you hold back for a couple more days...?"

A dozen or so people started shouting and cursing, and even some of the guests who originally intended to remain neutral became indignant.

"This is really going too far..."

"The former president's wife is quite beautiful, but I never expected her to be this kind of woman..."

"It's because she's good-looking that she can seduce men everywhere..."

With a buzzing sound in her ears, Kawashima Miki trembled with anger.

To be called a slut or a whore to one's face is the most vicious humiliation a woman can suffer. But what she was doing left her with no confidence to refute it. She could only bury her face in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, clench her teeth and purse her lips, trying her best not to cry.

Fujiwara Izaya felt her body trembling and hugged her tighter.

Helpless, Kawashima Miki grabbed his collar with both hands and snapped, "Tell them to shut up!"

"Okay~"

Fujiwara Izaya put her down, rubbed her cheeks with both hands, and then walked over to the bald man who had shouted the loudest earlier.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The bald man took a step forward, his imposing stature like a wall blocking Fujiwara Izaya's path, trying to force him to stop.

But Fujiwara Izaya didn't stop, and slapped him across the face with his backhand.

A loud crack echoed in the Buddhist hall. Teeth flew out along with blood. The burly bald man staggered backward, kicking over an incense burner and two wreaths before crashing into the coffin with a thud, causing the portrait to fall to the ground.

"what?"

"what?"

This aroused the crowd's anger, and the remaining bald men, after being shocked, shouted and tried to surround them.

"How dare you do this!"

"You did something wrong and you still dared to hit someone..."

"Kill those shameless men and women!"

The fastest-rushing bald man pounced from behind, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm, and was about to twist it forcefully. Fujiwara Izaya grabbed his arm back and swung him around with force. The man screamed "Ah!" and flew backward, spinning in the air, crashing heavily into the door of the Buddhist temple.

"Crack~"

The wooden sliding door shattered with a crack, splintering wood chips like razor blades. The deformed door was knocked out of its frame and flew backward along with the bald man's body, crashing heavily into the puddles in the courtyard.

Another bald man jumped up and down, shouting, "This is outrageous! Fujiwara Izaya, don't go too far..."

"roll!"

Fujiwara Izaya closed in on him in an instant.

"what--"

With a slap, the bald man screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his head and rolling around.

"Boom!"

Outside the open doors of the Buddhist temple, a torrential downpour roared.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, a white light illuminated the room, and Tsuchiya and Ma shouted, "Stop!"

The remaining nearly ten bald men stopped what they were doing and stared at Fujiwara Izaya with fierce eyes.

Tsuchiya Kazuma took a deep breath.

calm down!

Today is my first day in office, so I must stay calm!

He cannot afford to make a mistake in this situation.

It's important to understand that the police or detectives from Section 9 might be on-site monitoring, and there can't be any mistakes.

“Master Fujiwara,” Tsuchiya Kazuma forced down his anger and asked with a stern face, “What is it? We can discuss it slowly.”

"discuss?"

Fujiwara Izaya, with his back to him, let out a cold laugh.