Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

"Will they still be mean to me in the future?"

"No, no, I don't dare!"

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"So you admit that you were mean to me just now?"

When Li Fuyao heard some noise outside and pushed the door open, he saw his father raising his hand and swearing, with a look of wanting to cry but unable to, and making a series of unequal treaties.

She smiled helplessly and kindly helped the poor father out of the predicament.

"Mom, don't get out in the rain. It's very cold and bad for your health. Come in and talk."

Ningning from Fenghuangyuan gave her daughter face, gave Li Taisui a sidelong glance, and let him go temporarily.

Li Taisui let out a long sigh and looked at his daughter with gratitude. However, when he saw the mischievous expression on Li Fuyao's face which was exactly the same as her mother's, he was suddenly stunned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt some sympathy for Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Chapter 166 What a fast knife

Uesugi Kiyoshi got into the car, facing Ueno Mitsui's somewhat ambiguous eyes, coughed lightly, concealed his somewhat embarrassed expression, and said calmly: "Let's go, Ueno-senpai, it's time to work."

Ueno Sanishi turned his head, started the car, and instead of asking about gossip, he said seriously, "Okay, then Uesugi-kun, where are we going first?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi thought for a moment and said to himself, "Arresting a murderer is not my forte. I'll ask Yuichi for help with this matter. He should be interested in it."

"As for the traces of the big fish in the Arakawa River, the experts from the association couldn't find any results. I'm afraid it would be useless if I went there."

"Then let's go check out the Arakawa sect first."

"Lord Arakawa. Interesting, the name does sound familiar."

Ueno Sanishi nodded in understanding, stepped on the accelerator, and the black sedan slowly drove away.

After all, the Collectibles Association is an organization of extraordinary people, and it has considerable financial support. The capabilities of their field agents are still very strong. Coupled with the assistance of the Kudo family's martial arts detectives, there is very little in Tokyo that can be hidden from them in terms of intelligence.

Although the so-called Arakawa sect was not thoroughly investigated, its main bases of activities had already been marked out.

The reason why no one has taken action yet is simply because they don't want to alert the enemy.

They were all within the Arakawa area, and it didn't take long for them to reach their destination.

This is the entrance of an old office building. It is raining heavily and the weather is gloomy. Only the second floor of the office building has a few lights on, making it look a bit eerie and lonely.

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi was about to get off the car, he saw several men in black suits hurriedly running out of the office building. They didn't even have time to open their umbrellas, and they ran towards an alley not far away, cursing.

"Um, gangsters?"

"Are they here to cause trouble, or are they colluding with each other? Well, Arakawa was originally the territory of the Yuanhui, but it was later taken over by the people of the Liuhui. Senior Ueno, call the person in charge in Kowloon and ask what's going on."

As soon as Uesugi Kiyoshi finished speaking, Ueno Mitsuishi's call was made.

He was not in a hurry now, because the person was upstairs and could not run away.

In the hidden alleys around, men in black wearing raincoats and with vigilant eyes flashed from time to time. They were the agents of the Collectibles Association who were monitoring this place. The two squads of task force reinforcements requested by Ueno Mitsuishi would soon be in place. They were used to suppress the believers who might have been brainwashed.

This senior Ueno is truly an experienced and thoughtful person. He had already prepared everything in advance without Uesugi Kiyoshi's instructions.

Not long after, Ueno Mitsuishi hung up the phone.

"Uesugi-kun, they said they didn't know about this. They don't bother to care about such a small sect. The Kowloon Group has been in turmoil recently. The president of Liu Hui, the young master of Kowloon, is preparing to succeed to the throne. They rarely do such unnecessary things."

"However, judging from their expressions, I don't think these Yakuza are in the same group as this sect."

Uesugi Kiyoya agreed with this.

Just as he casually picked up the knife lying on the back seat and was about to go down to investigate, he saw a man in a suit flash past the door of the office building. His figure accelerated like a ghost and followed the Yakuza.

Maybe the man in the suit didn't notice Uesugi Kiyoshi sitting in the car. He didn't hide his speed at all, so Uesugi Kiyoshi could easily conclude that he was not an ordinary person.

That speed is almost as fast as that of a 100-meter sprinter. It may not be a big deal in the eyes of a transcendent, but it is very rare by the standards of ordinary people.

"Let the agents keep an eye on this place, Senior Ueno, let's go take a look. It's interesting. The fish jumped out of the water before we even put the hook in."

The two men acted very efficiently. They each picked up a Japanese sword and fell behind the figure without any delay.

Those Yakuza are the gang members commissioned by Shingo Narumi to cause trouble.

About ten minutes ago, these Yakuza rushed towards the office building with great momentum.

A folk sect, these gang members did not take it seriously. Among the four groups that divided up the resources of Japanese society, the so-called sect was actually the weakest party.

The consortium controls the economic lifeline of this country, the political groups manipulate public opinion and maintain the normal operation of this state machinery, the social gangs are entrenched in the shadows, creating the empire of night in the gray industry, and they also have certain military guarantees at their disposal.

Only the sects use deception and fooling the people as their main means. Although they may not be outdone in making money, they can only rely on these three mountains and survive in a submissive manner.

Therefore, even these unpopular Yakuza are one level higher than these sects in the contempt chain.

Just a bunch of unscrupulous scammers.

So, five or six Yakuza marched straight in and reached the second floor of the office building.

The man and woman in suits, who had once met Shingo Narumi, were now giving passionate "lectures" in a large room that was set up like a classroom.

It's just the same old rhetoric.

Things like saving Arakawa, protecting the environment, worshipping the Lord of Arakawa, blessing believers with good weather and making their wishes come true - generally, educated and normal people would not take these old-fashioned tricks to heart.

However, along with the old-fashioned words, a series of strange tones were mixed in, making the eyes of the believers who were "listening to the class" gradually become blurred.

It's like a lullaby, gentle and hypnotic, slowly seeping into people's minds, moistening things silently.

The light in their eyes gradually disappeared, and confusion spread among them. They seemed to be listening with great interest.

They don't look like human beings. Instead, those present look like puppets.

All this came to an abrupt end when those gangsters broke in through the door.

After a few shouts, the leading Yakuza punched the man in the suit to the ground without saying a word. In front of everyone's astonished eyes, he stepped on the man in the suit's chest without giving him a chance to speak.

When it comes to causing trouble, they are professionals.

Shingo Narumi's mission was to embarrass the Arakawa sect as much as possible and stop them from preaching.

Therefore, these Yakuza chose the simplest and most brutal way, which was to beat up these sectarian members in front of their believers.

This is enough to humiliate them.

Indeed, watching this violent scene, almost all the believers woke up as if from a dream. Some got up and fled in fear, some took out their mobile phones and seemed to call the police, some watched the excitement on the spot, and some were filled with righteous indignation, but under the deterrent power of the gangsters, they did not dare to go forward to seek justice.

The man in the suit was beaten severely, but he remained tough and said nothing. He protected his vital parts like a sandbag and did not resist.

The woman in the suit, on the other hand, seized the opportunity and made a phone call. She then loudly protested, stood in front of the man in the suit, and started pushing and shoving the Yakuza.

It was obvious that she was no match for these strong men.

These Yakuza were originally a group under the Yuanhui, and were recently recruited by Liu Long's people. They are not good people. They originally came here to "do bad things", and when they saw that the woman in a suit was pretty, they couldn't help but tease her a few times. However, they also had a leader above them to control them, so they didn't dare to do anything too extreme, so they didn't develop the matter to the level of avi.

When the man in the suit saw this scene, his eyes burned with anger. He stared at the Yakuza with a ferocious face and clenched his fists. He was puzzled by this unexpected disaster and also showed some signs of exploding.

But he was stopped by a stern look from the woman in the suit.

He understood the meaning of this look.

This happened in the city, in public, and if it got out of hand, it would be difficult to resolve.

Can't attract those people's attention!

Not long after, the Yakuza who was on the lookout ran in and greeted the leader. It was said that they heard the sirens, so the thugs turned around and ran away very skillfully. They did not want to have a formal conflict with the police.

That's why Uesugi Kiyoshi saw this scene.

As soon as these Yakuza left, the man in the suit jumped up. With his face covered in blood, he looked at the woman in the suit, then followed them out, leaving the woman in the suit alone to comfort them.

It seemed that he wanted revenge.

The woman in the suit also acquiesced to his behavior.

When Uesugi Kiyoshi followed the group and turned into an alley, he didn't know what happened. He just saw a bright flash of a knife, which was amazing.

"What a quick knife!"

He blurted out subconsciously.

Chapter 167 Murloc

Let’s go back a minute.

A group of Yakuza quickly rushed into the alley.

This place is near the office building. Shingo Narumi has some friendship with these gang members and has no intention of letting them go to their deaths. If there is really a problem with the Arakawa sect, it would be convenient for him to rescue them.

However, since they are back, it means that things are going well.

Although the leading Yakuza was caught in the rain, he seemed to be in a good mood. After all, for most humans, bullying the weak can more or less bring them some pleasure.

He simply recounted the situation to Shingo Narumi as it happened, without exaggeration but also without being modest.

This means that they have done a good job. They respect Shingo Narumi very much. If this teacher is happy to teach them a few secret skills, they will have more chances to survive in future fights. This is of vital importance.

Ming Hai Xinwu listened to the leader's report without changing his expression, and frowned quietly.

It was clear that while things were going well, it was not the outcome he wanted.

Just when he was about to send these Yakuza away and think of other solutions, he heard quick footsteps.

Shingo Minghai's face changed, but he smiled instead. He could tell something was wrong with the footsteps. The frequency was frighteningly fast.

"go!"

This is for those Yakuza.

Although they didn't know why Shingo Narumi suddenly said this, they were still willing to listen to what the teacher said.

Just as these Yakuza said goodbye leisurely and walked to the end of the alley, Shingo Minghai's eyes went dark and a hazy figure blocked the entrance of the alley in front of him.

The ordinary scabbard slowly revealed its true appearance in the sword bag. Ming Hai Xinwu pressed the hilt of the sword with his thumb, and a ray of golden cold light gradually bloomed with strange brilliance, and it was about to slip out of the scabbard.

The man in a suit, whose face was distorted beyond recognition, made strange hoarse sounds and stared at the back of the Yakuza in the distance. However, he soon shifted his gaze to Shingo Narumi.

"It's you."

"blasphemer!"