Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The two gangs were confronting each other, shouting and pushing each other, and it seemed that they were about to start a fight.

Strangely, many diners turn a blind eye to this, as if it is commonplace.

In a blink of an eye, the two gangs of bad boys started fighting each other, and a lot of bowls, chopsticks, tables and chairs fell to the ground with a bang.

Touwen Maki frowned and wanted to get up to stop them.

Then, she sat down with Uesugi Kiyoshi pressing on her shoulders.

The girl stared at Uesugi Kiyoshi with a puzzled look, but Uesugi Kiyoshi just glanced at her sideways.

"You always forget what I say, but you remember the story between me and my little sister very clearly."

"I told you to think twice before you act."

"This street is also managed by the Dongwen Society. Those two gangs also pay tribute to the Dongwen Society. This street is their territory. Now it seems that they are having some disagreements."

"Forget it, that's not important. Look at the boss's expression."

Upon hearing this, Touwen Maki immediately turned to look at the fat, middle-aged izakaya owner.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

The boss had a helpless look on his face, but he didn't look nervous at all. Instead, he was shouting loudly, as if trying to stop the fight.

The fat boss's attempts to persuade the two gangs to stop fighting had little effect, and soon the winner was decided between the two gangs.

The winning group was led by a yellow-haired guy. They had more people today and the opponent was no match for them, so they were beaten badly.

"Bunta, you bastard, I'll let you be arrogant!"

The yellow-haired man was cursing and his punches and kicks were very skillful. He didn't look like he had received any systematic training, but he should be a good street fighter. His opponent was punched in the corner of the mouth and was bleeding.

Seeing this situation, the fat boss made up his mind, swung his arms violently, and rushed into the battlefield, stopping the yellow-haired man who wanted to beat the fallen dog, and shouted loudly: "Alright, alright! Ah She, are you going to let me do business?"

The yellow-haired man was hugged by the fat boss. He struggled symbolically a few times, but the boss did not beat him indiscriminately.

At the same time, the fat boss turned around and winked at Wen Tai who was lying on the ground, and whispered, "Hurry, hurry up, the back door is open."

The bad guy on the ground turned over swiftly, gave the yellow-haired man a fierce look, and called on his younger brothers to retreat tactically.

Immediately, the yellow-haired bad group burst into cheers of victory, sat back down, and assigned a few people to clean up the dishes, chopsticks, tables and chairs that had fallen on the ground.

The yellow-haired man waved to the fat boss carelessly.

"Uncle Mitsui, you always side with that kid Bunta. Forget it. Today I'll give you a favor - just include the broken tableware in the meal bill, and give me another beer!"

The fat boss shook his head helplessly, went back to the counter and poured a beer, brought it to the yellow-haired man's table, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, this beer is a gift from me, thank you for giving me face - Ah She, you and Wen Tai live on the same street, you see each other every day, why make a fuss?"

Huangmao waved his hand indifferently.

"Hey, Uncle Mitsui, you don't understand, just go do your thing."

The fat boss sighed, shook his head, and went about his business without saying anything more.

It all seemed like just a small episode.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at Toufu Maki with a thoughtful look on his face, finished the food in front of him in a few bites, and waved his hand.

"Boss, check out."

The fat boss put on a smile on his face, walked over quickly and calculated the price.

"Cheng Hui, 1,200 yen."

This is really cheap. Uesugi Kiyoshi paid for it happily and pursed his lips as if he was chatting.

"Boss, what's going on with those guests?"

The fat boss was a talkative man and he started talking with a wry smile.

"Oh, you mean Ah She and Wen Tai? Hey, they are kids who live on this street. I watched them grow up."

"We were obviously very good friends at first, but for some reason, we suddenly fell out one day. We kept saying that only one person could protect this street, and ended up fighting every day."

"However, both of them are good kids. Before, this was the territory of the Ikuta Group. It was said that they were a big gang affiliated with the Kowloon Source Association. They came here every day to collect high protection fees. Ah She and Bunta led people to drive away the Ikuta Group, and then found a backer. It seems to be a group called Dongwenhui. They only collected a symbolic amount of protection fees from us, and helped us drive away those who came to cause trouble. They helped everyone a lot."

"Customer, don't be scared by their scary looks. They are actually nice people. Ah She's family runs a car repair shop on the street, and Wen Tai's family runs a grocery store at the end of the street. They have been neighbors for many years. They are not those annoying Yakuza."

Seeing that Touwen Maki looked thoughtful, Uesugi Kiyoshi had no interest in chatting any more. He smiled implicitly, paid the bill, and was pushed out by Touwen Maki.

"Okay, I have to go back to the association, you should go back too. Starting tomorrow, I will accompany you to walk around the territory of the Dongwen Association."

“See with your eyes, listen with your heart, and think with your brain.”

"Right and wrong, black and white, yin and yang, judge for yourself."

Uesugi Kiyotaka tried his best to persuade Maki Toufumi, although she had gotten rid of some of her immaturity as a fledgling, she was still somewhat naive.

It is not until this innocence is completely washed away by the secular world that it becomes clear whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for her.

But there is nothing perfect in this world.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's own values ​​and outlook on life may not be entirely correct; he is just expressing his own opinions. Whether people listen to them or not, and what path to take in the future, is up to Maki Toufumi to decide for herself.

The next day, Uesugi Kiyoshi went to the Hyakumonkan to read some books in the morning, and in the afternoon he and Touwen Maki inspected the Touwenkai's territory as promised. The time passed quickly, and in the evening, they went to the same izakaya again and had a casual meal.

Uesugi Kiyoshi seems to like the beef bowl here very much.

Then they watched another good show.

The yellow-haired guy who won the fight yesterday was blocked by Wen Tai and his men. This time they were outnumbered and got a good beating. In the end, the boss intervened and stopped the fight.

"Ashe, the back door is open, hurry up!"

"Bunta! Stop!"

The plot was similar to yesterday, except that the one who escaped from the back door today was the yellow-haired guy who won yesterday.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't pay attention to the farce. Instead, he stared at the door of the pub thoughtfully, looking at the half-open door from time to time, and a thoughtful expression often appeared on his face.

A night passed, and on the evening of the third day, we went to the same izakaya.

The fat boss was already familiar with Uesugi Kiyoshi, and when he saw him coming, he smiled warmly, and even put a few more slices of beef in the beef bowl than before, which was already the treatment for regular customers.

Today, Huangmao and Wentai's group did not have dinner or party here, so the restaurant was a little empty, with only one table of guests, Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Halfway through the meal, Uesugi Kiyoshi caught a glimpse of a figure at the door from the corner of his eye, narrowed his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Ha, it is here."

"Akutagawa and Yuichi's information is quite accurate. It's worth my waiting for so many days."

Maki Toufumi followed Uesugi Kiyoshi's gaze towards the door, and what caught her eye was a group of men in black suits with crew cuts, the standard yakuza gangster attire.

The leader was wearing sunglasses, had large tattoos on his sleeves, and had a malicious smile on his face. It was obvious that he didn't come in to eat, but went straight for the fat boss.

"Hey, old man Mitsui, do you still remember me?"

The man in sunglasses spoke loudly and arrogantly, dragged a chair and sat down with a row of his younger brothers standing behind him, and he was quite arrogant.

When the fat boss saw this man, his expression changed and he trotted out with Xiao, his voice a little reluctant.

"Mr. Ikuta, it's been a long time since we last met. It's a rare opportunity for you to visit us. Order whatever you want. This meal is on my table."

The man in sunglasses called Ikuta smiled sinisterly, spat on the ground without any civic sense, cleared his throat, and spoke with a tone full of sarcasm.

"Why, do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Am I a homeless person who comes to your place to beg for food?"

"Mitsui, stop playing dumb with me. From now on, this street will be under the management of our Ikuta Group again. The protection fee will remain the same as before. Pay three months' worth first!"

"If you don't hand it in, you know what will happen."

The fat boss looked embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Mr. Ikuta, I have already paid protection money to the Dongwen Club."

After hearing this, the boy Tian in sunglasses laughed as if he had heard a funny joke and couldn't even hold his waist. When his laughter died down, a cruel expression quickly appeared on his face.

He stood up suddenly and slapped the fat boss on the face, knocking him back several meters. He had to hold on to the counter to avoid falling, and blood gushed out of his nose and mouth.

"What Dongwenhui? A bunch of brats, they found a backer, and they just beat us once, yet they dare to be so arrogant? They claim to be members of Dongwenhui?"

"I'm telling you, I came back this time just to settle accounts with those little devils!"

"The Dongwen Club is in a mess right now. They can't take care of themselves. How can they care about you little fry?!"

"Mitsui, if you can't pay today, I will serve you well, just as a warning to others, to let them see the consequences of offending our Ikuta Group."

This is how most Yakuza survive.

They are unreasonable, brutal, use their fists to speak their mind, and make a living by exploiting the common people. They have no compassion at all.

This kind of person is exactly what Touwen Maki hates the most.

The girl stood up and wanted to do something, but was held down by Uesugi Kiyoshi again.

Uesugi Qing was sharp-eyed. When the Yakuza just came in, he saw a few familiar-looking bad guys peeking around the door, and one of them ran away to report the news.

"Maki, be patient, this matter is under control."

"The fish has finally taken the bait, don't let you scare it away."

Maki Toufumi was a little confused, but deep down she believed in Uesugi Kiyoshi unconditionally.

So she sat down slowly.

Not long after, with a bang, the door of the pub was roughly pushed open.

A large number of bad guys poured in, led by the yellow-haired man and Bunta whom Uesugi Kiyoshi had seen before.

The boy in sunglasses, Tian, ​​was obviously well prepared and was not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. Some of the Yakuza had bulges on their waists, and might even be carrying weapons.

He saw this group of bad guys rushing in with happy smiles on their faces, an expression that showed that their great revenge was about to be avenged.

The fat boss covered his swollen face and shouted in pain: "Hey, Ah She, Wen Tai, hurry up! Go to the police!"

No one paid any attention to what he said.

Both Wen Tai and Huang Mao had wounds on their faces, both of which were caused by each other, but now, they stood on a united front.

Wen Tai laughed sinisterly and said angrily, "Why are you leaving? Are you going to be beaten here? Go and close the door!"

At his command, several of his younger brothers obediently closed the door of the pub.

The yellow-haired man took a step forward, not wanting to be outdone. Facing a large number of people wearing half-inch black suits, the smile on his face did not show any sign of weakness.

"Great. The defeated generals are back again. Do you still dare to attack others?"