Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

In a breath, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly flashed with an extremely dazzling cold light.

At this moment, he is no longer an old man who cares about his daughter, but a prominent figure standing at the top of the Tokyo underworld, a tyrant who holds boundless power and has his hands stained with countless blood.

"Don't worry about me. I am the unfaithful, heartless and lawless Dongwen snake that everyone says is evil."

"Hey"

"I'm not too old to lift a knife!"

"Go quickly, don't let my hard work go to waste!"

Shen Cheng bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally responded with a low "yes".

She frowned, walked out of the study and closed the door gently.

When she turned around, her face was already filled with murderous intent.

Not far in front of her, outside the small courtyard door of the study, stood a wealthy figure in a kimono.

He looked about 70% similar to Dong Wenjue, with a fake smile on his face and a fierce look in his eyes. There was someone holding an umbrella next to him, and countless people in black suits stood behind him.

Dongwenyu, the wolf of Dongwen.

Come and defeat the strong!

Chapter 73 Brothers

Shen Cheng gently placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

That was the family heirloom sword that had accompanied her for more than ten years, the demon sword - Myoho Muramasa.

Over the hundreds of years from ancient times to the present, this knife has drunk countless human blood and saved countless souls.

This is an extremely vicious weapon, and it is said to carry a curse from ghosts and gods, causing its holder to harm their loved ones sooner or later.

The curse brought with it the sword's unrivaled sharpness - so far, Kamishi has not encountered anything that she cannot cut.

I believe Dong Wenyu’s neck should be no exception.

Just as a fierce light flashed in her eyes and she was ready to draw her sword at any time, Dong Wenjue's faint but majestic voice came from the study behind her.

"Shen Cheng, the overall situation is more important."

"Go ahead, don't do anything unnecessary."

Shen Cheng suppressed the endless murderous intent in his eyes, snorted, and without holding an umbrella, he walked straight towards Dong Wenyu in the heavy rain with a cold face.

When she passed Dong Wenyu, all the muscles in her body were tense. If this traitor made any unusual move, she would definitely take the initiative and chop off his head.

Unfortunately, Dong Wenyu just gave her a forced smile, waved his hand, and asked his men to make way for her, letting her go.

Shen Cheng did not want to disobey the president's order. Over the years, Dong Wenjue's image in the eyes of everyone in the Dongwen Society was like a god, with no mistakes in his plans and invincible. In Shen Cheng's subconscious, he did not believe that Dong Wenyu could threaten Dong Wenjue's life.

Since the president has set up the plan, as his subordinates, we should obey his orders and not let him down.

Dong Wenyu watched coldly as Shen Cheng's figure disappeared in the rain. He pondered for a moment, shook his head, ignored her, and walked straight to the door of the study.

The military advisor who was holding an umbrella for him, his confidant, and the leader of the Suzuki Group, Suzuki Hidema, spoke with some confusion.

"Master Yu, why do you want to let her go? She is Dong Wenjue's right-hand man. Killing her will eliminate a major hidden danger, right?"

Dong Wenyu snorted coldly and shook his head.

"Don't make things more complicated, Suzuki. The demon sword Kamimura is not a cat or dog that can be easily sent away. If this woman gets angry, I'm afraid that a lot of my family property will be buried with her. There's no need for that!"

"Big brother seems to be sending her out. I can probably guess the reason. It should be because the news that big brother's good daughter was ambushed by the Nine Ghosts came, so big brother was anxious and sent the demon sword to help."

"Hey! It's all according to my plan!"

"Eighty percent of the cadres in the guild are under my control, and the Demon Sword and Witch Sword are not with me. What right do you have to fight me, big brother?"

Muttering something in a low voice with some excitement, Dong Wenyu walked to the door of the study and waved his hand.

Suzuki Hidema and the men in black stopped in their tracks.

"Stay outside and follow my orders. I'm going to talk to Big Brother."

Dong Wenyu's long-cherished wish was finally coming true. He revealed a somewhat smug smile, knocked on the door, and without waiting for Dong Wenjue's consent, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Dong Wenyu closed the door casually, suppressing his surging emotions, and stared at his brother intently. There was some expectation, some hatred, and some indescribable complex emotions in his eyes.

Dong Wenjue, who was sitting behind the desk, raised his eyelids, glanced at his younger brother, and waved his hand, his tone as calm as any other greeting.

"Ayu, are you here?"

"Come and sit."

Dong Wenyu closed the door casually and looked around the study carefully. He didn't find any ambush or trap. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the opposite side of Dong Wenjue and sat on the chair.

"Brother seems to have known that I was coming?"

Dong Wenyu took off the rib cage from his waist, rubbed it casually, and his tone gradually calmed down.

Dong Wenjue chuckled and shook his head disapprovingly.

"Ayu, I'm old, but I'm not blind yet."

"Do you think you can hide from me your use of both hard and soft tactics to win over those officials?"

"There aren't many things in Tokyo that I can hide from you."

“Stop lying to yourself”

Dong Wenjue stretched out his hand and fumbled under the desk for a while. Suddenly, he exerted force, broke off a small black component, and threw it in front of Dong Wenyu.

"Three months ago, you came to me to report something, and took the opportunity to install this bug in my study, right under my nose. Do you think I really didn't notice it?"

"Let me guess how you convinced those leaders in the association - you released the recording of my conversation with Maki, and made them believe that I would abolish those dirty work, prepare to clean up the Touwen Association, and definitely hand over the position of the second generation to Maki."

"Those short-sighted people have always looked down on Maki, and now that they know that your financial resources have been cut off, it won't be difficult for you to use some tricks to make them work for you."

"We started from scratch. In order to expand our strength in a short period of time, I used the strategy of forming alliances and absorbing many gangs who were willing to join us. This also led to the fact that the cadres of the Dongwen Association are now of mixed quality. There are all kinds of people. It's not surprising that something like this happened."

Dong Wenjue said something nonchalantly that made Dong Wenyu shudder.

"Ha, if you know everything, why did you let me do it? You transferred the groups that were loyal to you, your personal guard [Shazhong] is not around, and you also sent the demon sword Shencheng away. Could it be that you want to commit suicide?"

Although his plan was discovered and he felt a little uneasy, Dong Wenyu remained calm and composed - at this point, the arrow was on the string and there was no turning back.

Today, only one of him and his elder brother can survive, so he has left many tricks up his sleeve. Although he cannot say that he will definitely win this uprising, he will definitely not admit defeat easily.

Dong Wenyu showed a somewhat ugly smile, stared at his elder brother's face closely, and said in a deep voice: "Could it be that elder brother finally thought it through and agreed to hand over the Dongwen Club to me, so he sent all his confidants away to show his sincerity?"

Dong Wenjue laughed out loud when he heard that. He shook his head, glanced at his brother's gloomy face, and said with a smile: "It's not night yet, don't talk in your sleep."

Dong Wenyu gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Brother, now that things have come to this, I will not say those useless things. You and I are brothers from the same mother, and I don't want to kill each other or fight against each other."

"As long as you agree to acknowledge my identity as the second generation leader and hand over the Dongwen Society to me intact, I promise not to harm Maki and will ensure that she will be rich and prosperous for the rest of her life. You can also find a place that suits your taste to spend your remaining years in peace - isn't that good?!"

Dong Wenjue looked at his brother for a long time with a smile on his face and sighed.

"You are still so greedy, Ayu, do you want my connections in the smuggling business?"

"Oh, that's right. More than half of the current Dongwenhui's revenue comes from smuggling. I control all those channels, and you can't interfere at all. With your personality, since Dongwenhui is within your reach, of course you want to fight for more."

"It's no fun playing this trick on me."

"Do you believe what you just said?"

"Hehe. Bao Zhen hopes to live a life of wealth and glory? You agree, but do the ghosts and gods behind you agree?"

After hearing this last sentence, Dong Wenyu could no longer hold back and stood up suddenly, unsheathing the rapier in his hand, as if the gleaming blade could bring him some sense of security.

Big brother actually knew that Maki was chosen as a sacrifice by the devil? !

"Brother, what do you know?"

The words came out of his throat with gritted teeth. The big secret hidden in his heart was exposed, and Dong Wenyu was really a little out of control.

Dong Wenjue glanced at his brother calmly and said softly, "I know much more than you think."

"Okay, sit down and don't be so undignified."

"Anyway, this is the last time we brothers can sit down and chat. We can talk about fighting or killing each other after we finish chatting. There's plenty of time."

Dong Wenyu sat back with a sullen face, closed his mouth and said no more.

"Now that I think about it, the last time we brothers had a heart-to-heart talk like this was five years ago, right?"

"That day you asked me angrily why they gave the Dongwen Club to Maki instead of you, because you felt that you were more suitable to take over the Dongwen Club than Maki."

"I didn't answer you then, I'll make it up to you today."

"Because you're just my brother and Maki is my daughter, it's that simple."

"The fruits of my life's struggle cannot be taken with me even when I die, and my only wish is to hand them over to Maki and pass them on. It may sound ridiculous, but this is what I think."

"She is my daughter, the continuation of my life. Everything I do is for her. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for his brother to answer, Dong Wenjue shook his head.

"You don't understand. People say I'm as ruthless as a snake, but I know that when it comes to cruelty and ruthlessness, you're no less cruel than me."

Dong Wenjue paused and changed the subject.

"Ayu, do you think Maki is suitable to take over the Touwen Club?"

Dong Wenyu snorted disdainfully and said in a cold voice: "Brother, why do you ask when you already know the answer? I have watched Zhenxi grow up. She is too kind and insists on that unreasonable compassion. Compared with leading the Dongwen family, she is more suitable to be a carefree rich lady."

Dong Wenjue nodded in agreement.

"You're right. Maki still has a long way to go before she can become a qualified Yakuza leader."

"She needs transformation, training, and rebirth."

"She needs a stage, an opportunity, and a war."

"This child lost her mother when she was young. She is only close to me. If there is one person she cares about the most and values ​​the most, it is me in this world."

"you say."

"Her beloved father died at the hands of her uncle, her family property was seized, countless people died to protect her, and she now carries hatred and her father's last wish on her shoulders. Is this level of stimulation enough to transform an innocent young lady and turn her into a qualified leader of the underworld?"

"It's even more perfect than the script in the TV series, isn't it?"

Dong Wenyu could no longer remain calm. He seemed to have thought of something, and his face was full of disbelief.