Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

"Huh? What's wrong? Kid, get out of the way!" The man with the mustache raised his voice considerably, with a hint of intimidation.

Kotekawa's expression darkened, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he kicked out with a loud bang, creating a large dent in the car door. The car slid sideways across an entire lane until it crashed into the guardrail and came to a stop.

Those who were watching the commotion around them widened their eyes in surprise at what they saw.

The birds dancing among the flowers were too beautiful to bear.

The four people inside the car were also startled by the kick, but as expected of those in the underworld, their first action after being startled was to curse loudly and jump out of the car, ready to teach Furude Kami a lesson.

Kotekawa twisted his neck, suddenly growing taller. He strode forward, and the foul-mouthed man in the floral shirt came at him with a front kick.

He grabbed him with one hand, clenched his fist, and with a third of his strength, struck him on the mouth.

With another "bang," a burst of water vapor erupted from the man in the floral shirt's head, tears and blood mingling together, and a mouthful of broken teeth flew out of his mouth.

The man in the floral shirt suddenly lost consciousness.

Kotekawa Kami watched calmly, then grabbed his arm and threw him violently, slamming him directly into the car. Half of his body was stuck in the car window, with only his two legs hanging limply out.

A fist came flying toward his face. Kotekawa tilted his head slightly and delivered a powerful upward kick to the man's chest, sending him flying into the air. The man curled up like a shrimp in mid-air. Kotekawa then spun around and swept out with a whip kick.

The person who was still in mid-air had no time to land before following in the footsteps of the first person, but he was even more unlucky because the passenger window in front of him was not rolled down.

The other two people who were still rushing towards this side stopped abruptly, their eyes, which had been wide with rage, now filled with terror.

They finally realized something was wrong.

Still not satisfied, Kotegawa strode towards them and asked, "Which group are you from?"

The remaining two people didn't say anything, just stared at him intently, then turned and ran away without looking back.

He watched calmly, and only after they had run to the other side of the road did he say, "Come back."

Without pausing, the two turned a corner and ran back, standing blankly and dazed in front of Kotegawa.

Kotegawa asked again, "Which group are you from?"

"The Ryuki Group in the North District..."

"Liu Gui? That's quite a name." Kotekawa Kami patted him on the shoulder. "I'll be visiting tonight, remember to leave the door open."

After saying that, he grabbed the two men by the collar, dragged them to the other side of the car, and planted them through the window like scallions.

At first glance, it looks like a car that has grown eight legs.

Kotekawa Kami clapped his hands, returned to the sidewalk beside the road, and strolled away slowly with Takanashi Hanamai.

Not long after, police sirens blared all around...

……

In a barbecue restaurant on the shopping street, Takanashi Hanamai looked at him and asked, "Are you sure it's okay? Those people are gangsters."

Kotegawa placed a piece of freshly grilled beef brisket on her plate: "Don't worry, I'll go to their place later and have a good talk with them, so they understand what the consequences are for their foul mouths."

Aren't you scared at all?

"We've practiced martial arts for so many years, and it wasn't for nothing. Besides, if we're afraid of a few thugs, what kind of bounty hunter are we? We'd be better off going home and farming."

Kotori Hanabu said without blinking, "Anyway, let's just let this go. Even if you're not afraid, what if they have some weapons or set a trap? You can't handle it alone."

Kotegawa thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, they're not in the same dimension as me. Beating them up is easier than finding a restaurant."

Chapter 84 Tiger Landing Style

"Furutegawa, I've sent you the address for the Ryuki Group to your email." Ishikawa Yasuhiro yawned on the phone and said, "Did someone offend you?"

"Some people just can't control their mouths, so I want to go to their homes and have a good talk with them."

"Is this little thing worth you making a trip in person? I'll make two phone calls, and I guarantee they'll all be kneeling down and apologizing to you tomorrow." Ishikawa Yasuhiro felt he finally had a chance to demonstrate his abilities as the head of the Special Section 1 to Kotegawa.

"You said it yourself, it's just a small matter, there's no need to make a big fuss, it's just one trip, don't worry, I don't kill people."

"...Let's go together. I was fine when you didn't bring this up, but now that you've mentioned it, I'm starting to feel a little uneasy."

At 8 p.m., a car pulled up in front of the Kotegawa house.

Wearing a black trench coat, Furudekawa Kami sat in the passenger seat carrying a sword bag.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa's eyelids twitched.

"I'm a swordsman, so it's normal for me to carry a sword with me," Kotegawa explained.

“I believe you.” Ishikawa Yasuhiro started the car and said, “If you really wanted to kill someone, you wouldn’t have asked me for my address. Besides, if you really had the intention to kill, probably no one could stop you.”

"Yes, this sword only slays demons and monsters."

Kotegawa patted the new sword, "Tenka," that he was holding in his arms.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro looked at him with admiration.

The car quickly drove into the North District, and after passing through several narrow streets, it came to a smooth stop in front of a five-story office building.

Yasuhiro Ishikawa rolled down the car window and peeked out: "We've arrived."

When Kotekawa Kami got out of the car, before he could even look at the office building, he suddenly looked up and saw a window on the fifth floor of an office building across the street. The window was pitch black, but someone was standing in front of it, looking down.

His eyes met the man's.

A few seconds later, the person behind the window realized that Kotekawa had discovered him, and his face immediately showed disbelief and horror as he hurriedly backed away.

Kotekawa Kami withdrew his gaze and said thoughtfully, "They didn't run away, did they?"

“Unless they never come back, they can’t escape anywhere.” Ishikawa Yasuhiro shook his Special Division coat and looked up at the window where Kotegawa was looking.

The office building belonging to the Liu Gui group was brightly lit, but unusually quiet.

Kotekawa looked him up and down a few times, shook his head slightly, and stepped inside.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro followed behind him, his hands in his pockets.

After they went inside, in the dark of the house that Kotegawa had been looking at, someone whispered, "Brother, they've gone in."

The living room, which was about fifty square meters, was packed with people. On the sofa, a man surrounded by everyone clenched his fists and muttered, "Damn it, it really is the Special Operations Department."

The room was completely silent. However, no group wanted to mess with the Special Division. They were a group even more difficult to deal with than the police. If someone committed a crime, the police would not use force as long as they did not resist. But the Special Division was different. They were allowed to carry weapons and could even use them in critical situations.

They silently watched the four wretched-looking men lying on the ground.

Those bastards really stirred up a huge mess.

The eldest brother, sitting on the sofa, took a deep breath: "Call Fujino-san of the First Division and ask him to help me find out which lord has come this time."

"Yes!" Someone took out their phone, turned around, and went to the next room to make a call.

"Brother, perhaps we could ask Fujino-san to put in a good word for us? He's an officer from Special Section 1. If someone from another section comes, they'll definitely let this go because of his involvement."

"Damn it!" the boss cursed, glancing at his underling who was still dialing, and lowered his voice, "Do you think I wouldn't have thought of this? Anyway, let's find out who came first!"

The younger brother who offered the suggestion instinctively shrank his neck and responded meekly.

The leader stood up, took a few steps, squatted down next to the men lying on the ground, took out a dagger, and patted each of their faces. He said softly, "Tell me everything clearly! At this point, if anyone dares to hide anything, I'll chop them up and throw them downstairs as an apology!"

"It was...it was Hanano..." The person lying on the ground said with a forced smile, "When we were waiting at the traffic light, he made a flirtatious remark about that kid's female companion."

The temperature in the room plummeted. The eldest brother turned on his flashlight, shone it on the most pitiful-looking man with the mustache, and then asked, "So tell me, how did you harass him?"

"They were talking about tattoos, and then Hanano said he would take the girl to see some special tattoos."

"Can someone tell me what's so special about his tattoos?"

From the crowd surrounding them, someone answered in a deep voice, "He tattooed the tattoo right next to that thing!"

The eldest brother didn't say anything more, but shone his flashlight directly at Hana's face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

The underling who had gone to another room to make a phone call rushed back, clutching his phone with great unease: "Boss, Fujino-san said that the person who came is most likely the newly promoted section chief of the First Division, that nemesis of the evil spirits... Lord Ishikawa."

The roommates immediately became restless.

"Section Chief? What happened? How did you offend such a big shot?"

"Damn it! What should I do now?"

The four people lying on the ground also showed fear in their eyes.

The eldest brother straightened up, standing there blankly, muttering, "Yeah, what should we do? That damn bastard..."

"Big brother! Big brother! Shall we run away?"

"Escape?" The leader whirled around, his voice rising, "Bastard, do you know how much it costs to buy such a huge office building in the North District? I'm not going to give up everything for some bastard like this! What will you eat? What will you drink? Are you planning to go somewhere else to fight and fight for territory again? To start all over again? Just because of some foul-mouthed bastard? Is he my father?" He kicked Hua Ye repeatedly between the legs, his teeth clenched, his voice forced out, "You have special tattoos? Special tattoos?"

Hanano's hands and feet were held down tightly, and a large towel was stuffed in his mouth. He was convulsing in pain and had already passed out.

After venting his anger, the leader took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Take this bastard and go back."

The group of people silently went downstairs, crossed the street, and stood in front of the office building, all looking at their boss.

The eldest brother rubbed his face with both hands, forced a smile, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

He never imagined that returning to his own territory would one day evoke such a sense of unease, like sacrificing himself to feed a tiger.

The office building only has a reception desk on the first floor, which is just for show. The only place where people actually go about their business is upstairs.

He hurried upstairs, and as soon as he got up there, he saw two huge sumo wrestlers, each two meters tall, sitting in a chair and admiring the two giant sumo wrestlers placed on either side of his desk.

In less than a minute, all the members of the Ryuki Group arrived on the second floor and stood quietly behind Kotegawa Kami and Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

Ishikawa Yasuhiro turned around and scanned the faces of all the members of the Ryuki Group.

The leader of the Liu Gui group had a blank expression.

As expected, it was the newly promoted section chief of the First Division... After all, Ishikawa Yasuhiro had been interviewed, and it was about such a big matter as the Evil Spirit Association. There are probably very few people in Tokyo who don't know Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

Without hesitation, he landed like a tiger, aimed at Ishikawa Yasuhiro, and shouted, "Red bean paste mush! Masai!"

Then an even louder apology rang out.

After all, their leader had already landed like a tiger, so how could they dare to stand still?

Chapter 85 The Maid's... (Happy National Day everyone!)