I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Ignoring the guy, I walked a few steps forward to the spot where the portrait had fallen, and stepped on it.

"Crack~"

The glass of the watch frame shattered, revealing the photo inside.

Burn it… Kawashima Miki wanted him to do that, but she couldn’t say it out loud.

Then, Fujiwara Izaya bent down and picked up the photo. His gaze swept around the room, and then... he paused slightly, actually spotting Kasahara Mieri's shadow in the crowd.

The people from Section Nine... came to attend the inauguration ceremony of a yakuza boss.

Could it be that Section Nine has also noticed this Black Spider Group and is involved in supernatural crimes behind the scenes?

The possibility is great.

After a moment's thought, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards Kasahara Fukaeri.

The icy policewoman stared at him, her gaze calm, her expression serious, and her eyes full of warning.

Just as he was about to reach her, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly turned and said to a middle-aged man in a suit who smelled of cigarette smoke, "Can I borrow a light?"

His tone was so warm, as if he were greeting an old friend he'd known for over a decade. The man in the suit instinctively pulled out a lighter and handed it to him: "Please use this."

Fujiwara Izaya simply took the photo and set it on fire.

The guests present felt a chill run down their spines, thinking that this was practically a blood feud.

The photo burned to ashes and fell to the ground. Fujiwara Izaya stomped on it a few times before giving the man in the suit a kind smile: "The Mountain God loves you!"

"Pfft~"

Kawashima Miki couldn't help but burst out laughing.

For some reason, Fujiwara Izaya's absurd remark really appealed to her. But as soon as she laughed, she noticed that everyone in the Buddhist hall had turned their gazes towards her again, their eyes seeming to confirm that she and he were having an affair.

Fujiwara Izaya turned around, winking and smiling at her.

As a result, everyone became even more convinced that the two were clearly showing affection in public.

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki turned her face away haughtily.

But she still felt very happy inside. She had no choice but to cover her lips and laugh until she spasmed.

Kasahara Fukari's gaze lingered on Kawashima Miki for a few seconds with a puzzled look before turning back to Fujiwara Izaya, watching him quietly without shifting her gaze.

I Have a Scroll of Ghost and Deity Illustrations

Like a hunter lurking in the grass, quietly waiting for its prey to reveal a weakness.

She appeared calm on the surface, but she was filled with doubt in her heart.

According to the information she had, Fujiwara Rinya was a calm and collected person.

He wouldn't do this without a reason, even if the shrine were smashed, he wouldn't openly show up. There must be some information she doesn't know about this.

Sensing Kasahara Fukari's gaze from the corner, Fujiwara Izaya raised an eyebrow slightly.

Then, he stopped caring what the woman might think and continued doing his own thing.

He is very unhappy now.

He had every reason to be unhappy that the shrine had been vandalized.

He had every reason to be unhappy about the tragic deaths of Kitahara Hideki and Ms. Momose.

The Kitahara family's construction site is teeming with a hundred demons; he has every reason to be unhappy.

Yes.

That's why.

As a priest, he was very unhappy about these things.

You want to force me to use divine power against ordinary people so you can strip me of my title? Well, I'll show you how I can defeat all your forces without using divine power... You like to use underhanded tricks, right? Well, I'll slap you across the face a few times in the open and see if you dare to reveal your true forms...

Yes!

Young monsters shouldn't be so arrogant.

But he is a young man now.

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

When encountering injustice, one should naturally have the sense of justice that young people have.

Turning around, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards Tsuchiya Kazuma, his face always bearing an arrogant and disdainful smile, like a giant looking down on ants.

"Hey, wait a minute..." The man in the suit who handed him the lighter suddenly grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear, "I'm Moriguchi Kagemasa, the governor of Taitung Ward. How about we put this matter here? It's gotten too tense and it's not going to end well. For my sake, let's talk this out amicably, okay?"

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at him: "Say one more word and I'll beat you up too."

"..."

The governor's face darkened.

Feeling he was losing face, he exchanged a glance with Tsuchiya Kazuma, then turned and left.

After leaving the room, he quickened his pace, walked past the corner of the corridor, and took out his phone to make a call: "Hello, I need to call the police. Please come quickly, send more people, someone is trying to harm me. Who am I? Baka, I am your governor..."

Inside the Buddhist hall, Fujiwara Izaya approached Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step.

"The new boss?" he asked sarcastically.

Tsuchiya Kazuma clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms: "What advice do you have?"

Tolerate!

Just bear with it a little longer!

Once the police arrive, he won't have a chance to cause trouble.

"I wouldn't presume to offer advice; I'm simply here to settle accounts with you." Fujiwara Izaya cracked his knuckles, smiling as he looked around. "During Golden Week, my Asakusa Shrine was reduced to ruins overnight, not even a single wall remained standing. Who did it? Dare to admit it?"

He was smiling, but everyone in the room felt a chill.

Kitahara Takaki, who had hidden outside the house, felt a slight stirring in his heart.

Having grown up on construction sites, he could easily tell that the final worship hall of Asakusa Shrine had been forcibly demolished by machinery. At the time, he was puzzled as to who had the audacity to tamper with Master Fujiwara's possessions, but now he finally understood.

"Does nobody dare to admit it?"

Fujiwara Izaya walked past one bald man after another.

Everyone who was being looked at by him subconsciously lowered their gaze and dared not meet his eyes.

Araki Jiro, in particular, didn't dare to raise his head the entire time.

"Yakuza, they're truly despicable. They must be eradicated, absolutely eradicated." Fujiwara Izaya walked to a stool, dragged the chair along, and said as he walked, "Think about it, you go to a brothel in a good mood, drink some sake, and take a bath, only to find your home gone when you get home! So, the days without yakuza are the good days!"

The bald men felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this.

Kawashima Miki covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter until her stomach ached.

Regardless of how despicable the things Fujiwara Izaya had done to her, his current behavior truly made her feel relieved.

"You people are all parasites." Fujiwara Izaya dragged the stool around, and when no one jumped out to admit it, he simply slammed it on the ground with a bang, crossed his legs, and sat down. "I'll give you a chance, come up and hit me."

Still, no one spoke.

Fujiwara Rinya sat there, surveying his surroundings as if confronting the entire world, his gaze cold and menacing.

“I am lucky to be alive to come and collect my debts from you,” he said calmly, then laughed after a moment. “But some people are not so lucky, and I have to come and collect their debts on their behalf.”

In the midst of the chaos of the Buddhist hall, he uttered these words, leaving many people bewildered. They could only guess that one of his friends or relatives had been murdered.

Only Kitahara Takaki, standing at the door, suddenly had tears welling up in his eyes.

He knelt down on both knees and bowed slowly to Fujiwara Izaya: "Master, please seek justice for my brother."

Upon hearing this, many guests immediately guessed what was happening behind their backs, exchanging glances or whispering among themselves.

The Black Spider Group members naturally didn't want others to discuss this topic. Tsuchiya Kazuma walked up to Fujiwara Izaya and shouted, "Enough! Fujiwara Izaya, you've caused enough trouble today! You've vented your anger, so please leave immediately, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Fujiwara Izaya leaned back in his chair, looking at him with disgust, and said, word by word, "What kind of people are you?"

"How dare you!" Tsuchiya Kazuma was so angry that his face turned red.

"Get out of my way, I'll deal with you later." Fujiwara Ryaya stood up, walked to Kawashima Miki's side, pulled her up, and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Who is it?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki had absolutely no intention of answering this question.

But the situation she is facing now is that everyone seems to think that she and Fujiwara Rinya are in cahoots, and it seems that she has no other choice but to rely on him for the time being.

Caught in a dilemma, she glanced at Araki Jiro unintentionally, a subtle movement that Fujiwara Izaya noticed. His gaze then swept back to Araki Jiro, a sarcastic smile appearing on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Kawashima Miki let out a barely audible snort.

Anyway, it wasn't me who said it... She made up an excuse for herself, and then added very, very quietly, "That guy had bad intentions towards me."

"understand!"

Fujiwara Izaya nodded.

Then, dragging his stool, he walked toward Jiro Araki with a cold gaze.

"What, what do you want to do..." Araki Jiro was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted, "Don't be so presumptuous!"

If things have escalated to this point, and Fujiwara Rinya were to beat up Araki Jiro again, where would his authority as the newly appointed leader be?

But at that very moment, a cold smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's lips.

In the next instant, before anyone could react, his figure appeared ghost-like in front of Araki Jiro.

The chair was lifted high and swung down forcefully.

Amidst the whistling sound of wind breaking, Araki Jiro only had time to block with his hand.

"Bang~"

With a deafening roar, wood chips filled the air.

Araki Jiro fell to the ground, staggering backward in fright. Fujiwara Izaya pressed forward and stomped heavily on his knee.