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

He sat down, his voice amiable: "Call over all the gangsters you know, including that Fujimoto and that bounty hunter. Tell them the target is right here."

A group of people took out their phones and started dialing numbers one by one.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: This Winter Was Washed Away with Blood

The contents of a classified intelligence report spread like wildfire through Tokyo's underworld circles.

It was nothing other than the contents of the deal between Fujimoto and Kame-son: a certain walking "50 Million" companion had been kidnapped and would be used to lure "50 Million" to appear, the location being somewhere in the North District.

While causing an uproar, many people also rushed to a factory in the North District at a frenzied pace, fearing that if they were late, the 50 million would be gone.

In a small hut near the shrine, a dozen people wearing gray cloaks stared sullenly at the messages on the screen. One of them slowly stood up: "No matter what the bastard is thinking... go over there and bring him back."

In the North District, inside a kendo dojo, a man sitting in an iaido chair said indifferently, "Although fifty million is not a lot of money, the friendship of the Kondo family of Heian-kyo is very precious. Go and bring them back."

A dozen or so subordinates responded in unison, then turned and hurriedly left.

In a certain courtyard, Fujimoto, whose face was covered with age spots, looked at the email with great shock and anger, cursing "bastard" over and over again.

That bastard doesn't want to stay in Tokyo anymore! How dare he expose something like this! Does he really think a shrine is something that mere yakuza can mess with?

One of them asked tremblingly, "Boss, what do we do?"

This email explicitly names the Fujimoto Group, so if they retaliate, they won't be able to escape responsibility.

"What should we do?" Fujimoto's face was uncertain, his heart was bleeding. To ruin his business in Tokyo for a mere ten million was an absolute waste!

"That bastard will definitely be taken care of!" Fujimoto's face was ashen, veins bulging on his fists. "At this point, we can only go outside and hide for a while..."

……

"The target's accomplice has been captured?" The leader, who had seen "Grey Wolf" at the airport a few days ago, was full of suspicion. The target didn't even have any friends, so where would he get an accomplice?

The straightforward subordinate asked earnestly, "Boss, all the gangsters in the area have been mobilized. Should we go check it out?"

The leader hesitated, actually suspecting it was a setup... but then he thought it was impossible; how could someone like that be caught?

A minute or so later, he tilted his head back and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, as if he had made up his mind: "Let's go! Take the binoculars! Let's sneak over and see what's going on..."

The honest subordinate nodded sullenly, and finally said, "Boss, you seem scared."

"So what if you're scared?" The leader sneered, his face dark. "If you lose your life, everything else is just bullshit! Let's go!"

……

In an instant, the North District became a huge, invisible vortex, with countless cars surging towards it. The fastest ones had already rushed into the warehouse... and squatted down with their heads in their hands with Gui Sun's men.

Kotegawa sat in the middle chair, crossed his legs, and yawned slightly.

People from the underworld are still pouring into the warehouse, but other groups are gradually being mixed in, such as the person wearing a gray cloak I saw a few days ago.

This group of people was much more vigilant than the gangsters who blindly rushed in without even looking. As soon as they reached the door, they seemed to realize something was wrong and turned around and left without hesitation.

Kotegawa chuckled, "So you really came for this? A bounty hunter? From Heian-kyo?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated the ears of the group of gray-cloaked men with crystal clarity.

These people immediately quickened their pace.

"Since you're here, come in and stay."

As soon as the words fell, devoid of any warmth or human touch, the people in gray cloaks froze instantly, slowly turning around and walking into the warehouse like stiff puppets—a scene that was strangely eerie.

Ten minutes later, the warehouse was completely filled with people.

Kotegawa looked around at the diverse group of people and sighed slightly.

That's the allure of fifty million!

But after all this time, why haven't we found any decent experts?

"Huh?" He suddenly looked up and saw someone in a residential building in the distance looking this way with binoculars. Perhaps realizing that he had been discovered, the person threw down the binoculars without hesitation and ran away.

He watched quietly.

Run away, I've already remembered you anyway.

He lowered his head, looked at the black smudges all over the ground, and began to think about how to deal with it.

Frankly speaking, every single one of these violent gangs, even if they haven't killed anyone, has certainly done a lot of things like forcing women into prostitution. At the very least, one blow could kill an innocent person.

"I hate violence!" Kotegawa sighed, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

However, at this moment, a middle-aged man with a small mustache walked in with a deathly pale face at the entrance of the warehouse.

Kotegawa was surprised. The last person to come in was none other than the one who had been watching him with binoculars from a distance.

He was a little curious, so he didn't use [Nightmare] to influence him and let the person walk up to him.

The latter knelt down with a thud... "kneeling" isn't quite accurate; her legs were probably too weak to walk, so she knelt with her legs together at an angle, exuding a strangely alluring charm.

Furotekawa: "..."

The man with the mustache was really about to cry; he was filled with deep regret.

It really is a trap! A bottomless pit!

What kind of companion got caught? This guy could actually be caught? It's a setup! It's all a setup!

Kotegawa crouched down and looked him over: "You came for fifty million?"

The mustachioed man's lips trembled, looking around at the gangsters who resembled living dead, on the verge of tears. He wailed inwardly, "How can I not be afraid?"

His voice trembled as he said, "Brother, this has nothing to do with me! I just came to watch the fun..."

He suddenly covered his mouth.

Kotegawa then asked, "Oh, is it lively and interesting?"

The man with the mustache tried to open his mouth, but his head started shaking first, like a rattle-drum, and the horror in his eyes intensified.

He had no intention of shaking his head! Although this was probably the ugliest spectacle he had ever seen in his life, he still had no intention of shaking his head!

Seeing the terrified look in his eyes, Kotegawa asked curiously, "Why did you come back? I didn't go to catch you."

The mustachioed man's voice trembled with tears: "I can't escape! I can't escape! Who can escape from the true king?"

He covered his mouth again, his fear growing.

His true feelings can't be hidden!

"Huh? You even know about the True King?" Kotegawa was shocked.

Good heavens, he clearly didn't tell anyone! Not even Hu Tao knew!

The mustachioed man was now in utter despair.

The secret of the True King had always been buried deep within his heart, the kind of secret he would take with him even in death. But he never expected, or perhaps he never imagined, that the True King was so terrifying! It was as if the power of a god was so great that no one dared to, and could not, hide it from him!

"Tell me about it?" Kotegawa politely raised his hand and placed the sword against his neck.

The man with the mustache felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head. In that instant, he seemed to see a sky full of gods and Buddhas and the underworld. Without thinking, he blurted out, "Yes! This is the result of the divine inquiry from the Special Division headquarters! I overheard it! That's it! It really is! It's really true! You have to believe me!"

"Special Division Headquarters investigated me? No wonder they haven't come looking for trouble. This identity is quite convenient." Kotegawa said "Oh," looked him up and down, and thought for a moment: "Do you know what the True King is?"

The man with the mustache shook his head and said without hesitation, "Anyway, even the Special Branch Headquarters doesn't dare to cause trouble, so I definitely can't afford to mess with them!"

“So that’s how it is. You’re quite clever…” Kotegawa nodded, picked up the sword from the place against his neck, looked around at the room full of yakuza members, and asked, “You’re in the yakuza too, right? How many yakuza members from Tokyo have come here now?”

“There’s always a large portion.” The mustachioed man’s smile was more like a grimace: “Some gangsters are on good terms with the religious community, some only deal in information and dare not get involved in this kind of thing, and some don’t care about the small reward… Those who are tempted are just thugs who don’t have any businesses and whose business isn’t doing very well.”

"You know quite a lot... There are only bounty hunters in Heian-kyo? No ninjas?"

“Most of the ninja factions over there work in the Special Division and have a cooperative relationship with the shrine. How could they possibly do something like this?” The mustachioed man spoke frankly and his tongue became fluent again. He realized that Kotekawa didn’t seem to have any intention of killing him.

Kotegawa thought for a moment, looked at the yakuza everywhere, and then called Ishikawa Yasuhiro.

After all, he wasn't a bloodthirsty person.

He stretched slightly, activated the [Unpredictable Domain], and instantly enveloped the entire warehouse.

Since he killed the Demon King in Hokkaido and left his body inside, the [Impermanent Realm] has changed again, becoming wider and darker.

He was freed from the nightmare.

The gangsters, who had just regained consciousness, immediately collapsed to the ground again, their faces contorted in extreme pain.

The man with the mustache was no exception, but he still had some strength. However, like water that had been removed from its surface, he could still manage to breathe in a few thin wisps of air even when he tried to take deep breaths.

But his eyes were completely filled with despair and regret.

So this is the power that the true king represents?

Unreachable, like a deity!

Kotegawa watched silently. After a few seconds, he opened his palm, and a miniature ice crystal tornado suddenly expanded, spreading throughout the entire [Impermanent Domain].

Tiny snowflakes drifted down, but the feeling of constraint and suffocation in the [Impermanence Domain] lessened considerably.

He put his hands behind his back and asked directly, "Do you still recognize me?"

A small portion of the people didn't dare lift their heads, lying face down on the ground with their faces buried in the sand.

The men in gray cloaks with deathly faces looked extremely pale, because Kotegawa's gaze was fixed on them.

Kotegawa glanced at it, then scanned the area again before speaking once more: "Who is Fujimoto?"

These people looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Kotegawa was surprised.

The man with the mustache closest to him, probably afraid he would misunderstand, quickly said, "Fujimoto is an old man in his eighties! He's dying! He's always been very careful with his life, he wouldn't dare come here!"

"He didn't come," Kotegawa muttered to himself.

Just then, the group of men in black behind him exchanged glances, their eyes revealing ruthlessness. One by one, they quietly stood up and silently drew the knives hidden in their clothes.

The man with the mustache was stunned, looking at them in disbelief.

Good grief, do you guys not have brains or eyes?

Even in this state, you still dare to draw your sword?

Kotekawa remained motionless with his hands behind his back, seemingly unaware of what was happening. However, as soon as one of them took a step forward, Kotekawa slightly turned his head and said softly, "Alright... I'll give you a chance to make your move, otherwise I really couldn't bear to... Anyone who wants to come, come on over."