Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

As a domineering playboy, even if he has restrained himself in recent years, he has offended many people in the past. When he gets into trouble, there will definitely be many people who will take advantage of him and it will be difficult for him to save his life.

The number of gangsters he has extorted and blackmailed cannot be counted on one hand. Without the protection of this official, what is he?

He understands this principle better than anyone else.

His father was a cold-blooded old fox. He didn't learn any good things from him. His father was vicious and cruel.

He took out his cell phone and hesitated for a moment before pressing the dial button of a number.

After a long busy tone, the call was quietly connected.

The voice on the other side was a tired and low male voice.

"Master Yamamoto, you are such a rare guest. Are you here to laugh at us?"

Yamamoto Ryosuke snorted and gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense, Minamoto Hiroki, help me kill someone!"

The voice on the other end paused, as if a little surprised. After a brief silence, he sighed.

"Don't be ridiculous, Master Yamamoto. The Yuan Society has been disbanded. The president was killed by the sword ghost from the Dongwen Society, and the property was plundered by the young dragons from the Liu Society. In the entire Yuan Society, only I and a group of brothers are left to survive. We can barely take care of ourselves, so how can we have the leisure to help you kill people?"

The identities of the opponents are obvious. They were all the remnants of the Kowloon Society Yuanhui who were destroyed at the hands of Uesugi Kiyoshi and Liu Longren.

"Don't pretend with me. Even if you are not good enough, you are still descendants of the Minamoto branch. So, you just want to let it go like this?"

"The leader of your clan is Yuan Longhai, right?"

"The clan leader and his two brothers both died at the hands of the Collectibles Association, and you're just going to put up with this?"

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"Can you bear it? Can your young master bear it?"

The ruthless look on Yamamoto Ryosuke's face had disappeared, leaving only a cold smile.

He just said he didn't know what the collectors' association was, but now he talks about these things like he knows them all.

It would be too ridiculous for a big family that can compete with the Kudo family to say that they don't know about extraordinary things. Just now, Yamamoto Ryosuke just didn't want Kudo Yuichi to defeat him, but the consequence was that he was beaten.

Now, this problem cannot be solved by a beating.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife, it would be better if Kudo Yuichi could be killed, but if not, it has nothing to do with him. He can just pretend to be a grandson for now, and one day he will kill that annoying kid.

That's what he thought.

In Japan, there are too many such "assassination" tricks, especially in industries related to the yakuza. The leaders of those small organizations are basically replaced one after another, and countless people have died in assassinations. In the business world, such things are also endless.

Yuanhui started out in this business, which shows how profitable it is.

The most ironic thing is that such assassinations are less common in the political world.

Because it's useless.

The leaders of a political party are often merely elected spokesmen, and the patriarch of a family will also have many successors eyeing him.

In the political world, the identity of a "leader" is not particularly important. What is important is whether the power that the "leader" gathers is amazing.

If the plan to deal with Kudo Yuichi succeeds, the hidden danger will be eliminated, and the family will have achieved a great success by getting rid of a promising heir to a political enemy's family. His dark history will most likely disappear with Kudo Yuichi's death.

Even if it was really announced, it wouldn't matter. The only heir was dead, and the Kudo family would probably suffer a heavy blow. His Yamamoto family would be in a prosperous situation, so this kind of small matter could be suppressed.

Although Yamamoto Ryosuke is a playboy, he is not a complete fool. He has a shrewd plan in his mind.

It's just that he ignored one thing.

If the collectors of the Collectibles Association are so easy to kill

How can Kudo Yuichi still be alive today?

Chapter 177 Will-O-Wisp as a Key

"I can provide you with shelter and food, and I can ensure that no police will bother you. I can also get you firearms."

“I can provide all of these for free.”

"I want you to help me kill someone - Kudo Yuichi. I want him dead."

"What do you think? He is your enemy too!"

"This is a win-win deal. What is there to hesitate about?"

This name was not unfamiliar to Gen Hiroki on the other end of the phone. The underworld and the police had always had a close and complicated relationship.

When the Minamoto-kai fell, the Kudo family added fuel to the fire. Many members were arrested and charged with crimes that were not wrong but had been ignored. They were thrown into prison, which became the achievement of many vassal cadres of the Kudo faction to climb up.

Hearing the obvious heartbeat and hesitation in the breathing of the person on the other end of the phone, Yamamoto Ryosuke added fuel to the fire.

"I met Dongwen's sword ghost today. He has a close relationship with Kudo Yuichi. Our goals are the same."

"Think about it carefully! You are all just rats in Tokyo now, and I am the only one who can help you!"

After a longer silence, the heavy breathing of the man on the other end of the phone gradually became lighter, as if he had made a decision.

"Master Yamamoto, I can't promise you."

"To be honest, the young master is back."

"Before the young master returns, our Yuanhui will all retract its wings and lie dormant."

"But, when the young master comes back, I can tell him about your request. Maybe we can work together."

Yamamoto Ryosuke's expression changed, and he asked in surprise: "Genharu is back too? When?"

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"Okay! I know his character. How can I not avenge my father's murder?"

"I'll wait for your good news."

After hanging up the phone, Yamamoto Ryosuke's expression changed several times, and finally he let out a sinister laugh.

"Genharu is coming back."

"Huh, it seems like he is a very filial son."

"Interesting, Kudo Yuichi, this is God's will for you to die!"

"That miser, Yuan Longhai, saved money all his life just to provide for his son's training at the Genji headquarters in Kyoto. It is said that Yuan Qing also has a famous teacher to teach him. He has learned sword skills and cultivated his mind. He has become a skilled swordsman who can kill gods and ghosts with his sword!"

"If he could help me."

After pondering for a moment, a hint of unwillingness appeared on Yamamoto Ryosuke's face.

"Damn it! If I were also a superhuman, why would I need a fake hand?!"

"Why don't I have the qualifications?"

"This is such an unfair world!"

The world has never been fair.

If a mortal was bitten by that strange little snake, he would have died long ago, but Ueno Mitsuishi was treated in time, the expensive serum took effect quickly, and the operation led by the true knower was proceeding in full swing. According to the doctor, the old man, who was already not young, was not seriously injured.

At the Collectibles Association Headquarters, Medical Department, outside the operating room, Uesugi Kiyoshi was sitting on a bench. After hearing the news, he was finally completely relieved.

Usagi Ueno was taken to an apartment by Anko Nohara for temporary accommodation. Anko seemed to like children very much. When she saw Usagi Ueno, her eyes glowed softly.

Uesugi Kiyoshi planned to wait until Ueno Mitsuishi's surgery was completed to see what the situation was. He had some free time now.

He had rested long enough before, and after frowning and thinking for a while, he suddenly realized something and took out a book from the mirage.

It was the "The Tale of Edo Genji".

That’s right, the fact that this book was included in the Mirage shows that it is at least a “ghostly weapon”.

Uesugi Kiyoshi opened the title page and saw a bookmark that exuded a faint sandalwood scent.

There are Chinese characters written in beautiful handwriting on the bookmark.

"You want to find the Three Genji Heroes, but I've only heard of the Two Genji Heroes. So the one who disappeared should be the one you're looking for."

"I looked through all the ancient books and found some clues. It seems that there was a member of the Genji clan in the Heian period who was rarely mentioned and even his name was not passed down. However, from various traces, I can infer that such a person once existed."

"This book was most likely written by him, but the words on it are a little difficult to read."

"Well, that's all I can do for you~"

Looking at these lines of words, Uesugi Kiyoshi could almost imagine Li Fuyao's pretty smile.

He shook his head and smiled slightly.

Then, when he turned the page, his smile froze.

He finally understood what Li Fuyao meant by "difficult to recognize".

This is simply a ghost painting!

Chinese, English, and Japanese, Uesugi Kiyoshi can barely be considered proficient in three languages, but this text definitely does not belong to any of these three.

He even suspected that this was not "human" writing at all.

The handwriting is winding and the ink is dark. The gray ink looks particularly dim on the pale yellow paper, making people feel a little uncomfortable.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyebrows were locked together.

What is this stuff? !

If this wasn't something Li Fuyao gave him, he would even suspect that it was a prank by some child.

But if this was given to him by Li Fuyao, he would inexplicably have some trust in it.

That girl didn't seem like someone who would joke about something like this.

I flipped through the pages aimlessly, scribbles all over them, until I reached the last page.

"Tsk, I had hope before, but it turns out to be nothing."

Scratching his hair in annoyance, Uesugi Kiyomasa was about to put the book away to study it later, when he suddenly saw a blurry stain of ink on the last page that looked familiar.

Those lines and ink smudges look like a flame.

Burning flame.

Will-o'-the-wisp? !

Uesugi Qing suddenly had an idea, and an idea emerged uncontrollably in his mind.