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Chapter 4 A Grain of Ash
"what!"

Pedestrians who witnessed this scene screamed, with fear on their faces, but they did not move away from the scene. The excitement in their eyes showed their true attitude.

Cutting down both men cleanly.

Different from guns, if you use a knife, the target is Yakuza, which can better reflect the aesthetics of violence.

The Yakuza vendetta is undoubtedly an enduring scene in the history of cinema.

The young people watching quickly realized that this was a good opportunity to take photos and post on Twitter, shoot short videos and upload them to YouTube and TikTok to earn traffic.

Qingze was hidden among the crowd, silently watching Takehiro Iwama upstairs, with a hint of excitement in his heart.

He is the "director" of this scene.

Takehiro Iwama ended the wailing man's life with a knife, then bent down to pick up the fallen switchblade with his left hand, turning a blind eye to the switchblade inserted under his shoulder.

To be precise, the pain in his body was covered by hatred and murderous intention, leaving him with only one thought: revenge for Juzi!
The office on the second floor heard a commotion. Someone opened the door and stuck his head in and said, "You guys are making noise...someone is coming to seek revenge!"

The person who shouted quickly retracted, and the few people in the room stopped playing cards, picked up the weapons at hand, and rushed out.

Takehiro Iwama walked to the door of the office.

Most of his body was stained red with blood, and there was a switchblade stuck in his shoulder. His bloodshot eyes showed the ferocity of a dying beast.

The machete in his hand was dripping with blood.

It's like an evil ghost crawling up from hell and roaring at the world.

The inexplicable pressure stunned the Yakuza members present.

"Don't be afraid, he is just a person, kill him!"

One man wielded a machete to show his courage.

The people around him came to their senses, yes, this is not a movie, how many more people do you want to provoke?
The guys in their hands were not fakes. They had metal baseball bats and sharpened knives. In addition to guns, there were also weapons suitable for Yakuza status.

Like other countries in East Asia, Japan has very strict control over guns. Not just any Yakuza member can own a gun, nor are Yakuza members with guns allowed to shoot under all circumstances.

A shot is fired in a busy city, and the Yakuza boss will have to stay in jail for several years.

Yakuza usually use knives to kill people.

They swarmed forward. Takehiro Iwama was fearless, roared in his mouth, and strode forward. He was met with a metal bat coming from the front.

Boom!Takehiro Iwama was hit hard on the head and bled.

The person holding the stick showed a proud smile in his eyes. As soon as the stick came down, the weak people immediately rolled their eyes, and anyone stronger would have suffered a concussion.

Takehiro Iwama seemed to be fine, and slashed the main artery of the stick-holder with his backhand, and blood spurted out from the gap between the blade and the flesh.

Several knives fell on the body.

"Ah!" Takehiro Iwama roared, holding the switchblade in his left hand and stabbing the enemy on the left in the waist, then stirring vigorously, "Haha."

"My kidney!"

The hearty laughter and the wails of the Yakuza members shocked everyone else present.

Is this TM still human?

Even the Yakuza cannot laugh after being slashed. In other words, they know better than anyone how painful it is to be stabbed.

Because of this, the scene before them was beyond their comprehension.

Why can a person be stabbed several times in the body and still not act sluggishly at all, and even laugh out loud?
Although they were not hit by the knife, the rest of the people felt inexplicable fear in their hearts.

kill!

kill kill!

Takehiro Iwama did not stop, with a machete in one hand and a switchblade in the other, and he took the initiative to charge regardless of the bleeding wounds.

"Mom!"

One of the Jidao boys couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and ran inside, shouting: "Brother, it's not good." Someone took the lead, and the rest did not pretend to be tough guys, and ran inside one after another, trying to seek protection from the big brother.

Seeing them wailing and running away, Takehiro Iwama became more and more happy. They looked fierce and evil, but they were nothing more than that.

It's not worth being afraid of.

Kikuko... Takehiro Iwama felt that his injured body did not weaken at all, but more powerful strength emerged, allowing him to catch up with him as fast as he could, and swung his sword at the Yakuza boy who had his back turned to him with a sinister smile.

……

In the leader’s small office.

Boss Ishino was pouring tea for the serious-looking man and said respectfully: "Don't worry, Mr. Fujimura, I will definitely be on your side.

A arrogant and unscrupulous guy like Ono is not qualified to be the leader of the Misawa Group. "

"Okay, I will hold a banquet at the Gray Sakura Restaurant in Shinjuku tomorrow night. You must be there on time. It's time to clean up Ono's cancer for the organization."

As Wakatou, Fujimura Yuuto's status in the Misawa Group is second only to that of the group leader who passed away the day before yesterday, and he has always upheld the Yakuza philosophy.

He pledged his loyalty to the team leader who promoted him, and was even willing to comply with his last wishes.

Let the group leader's son, who is still in high school, take over the position of group leader.

But times have changed, and the young people in the group are not willing to let a high school student serve as the group leader, and they are even more disgusted with the hereditary position of group leader.

Fujimura Yongto can only eradicate the guys who dance the most and let them understand what the rules of the Yakuza are.

"Hey, I will definitely go to the banquet on time."

Ishino had a flattering smile on his face, hoping to use his ability to follow the dragon this time to improve his status in the group.

At this time, there was a noise outside the door.

Ishino frowned slightly and said dissatisfied: "Hey, they said there are distinguished guests here, what are you arguing about?"

"Brother, help!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood spattered on the glass of the door.

Ishino was shocked and said, "Could it be that Ono sent someone to kill us?"

Fujimura Yuto stood up, holding the katana at his waist, and said with a cold face: "Don't panic, I'm here."

Creaking, the door slowly opened.

Fujimura Yuuto frowned slightly. The dozens of people he imagined were not there, and only one person stood at the door.

Tick ​​tick tick, blood kept dripping on the ground.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but the flesh and blood cut by the knife showed the white bones, and a section of his intestines was exposed to the air.

"Who are you?"

Fujimura Yongto boasted that he had experienced hundreds of battles, but he was also shocked by the opponent. He could not imagine that a person could still stand after suffering such serious injuries. He was probably not a super soldier in the US military laboratory.

"Takehiro Iwama." The hoarse voice sounded a bit tired. His right eye was blown out by a metal bat, but his left eye was still intact. He stared at the frightened Ishino, "I'm going to take your life."

"How much will Xiaoye give you? I'll double it!"

Ishino screamed in fright and wanted to shrink his body to the sofa. He didn't even remember who Takehiro Iwama was.

To him, Takehiro Iwama was just one of the many guests. If I had to talk about his impression, it was that his wife was very nice.

But instead of mentioning Kikuko, just talking about Takehiro Iwama, he couldn't remember who it was.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Takehiro Iwama's weak body was filled with anger again, causing his family to be destroyed, but he forgot what he had done to him.

Is it possible that, in the eyes of these guys, his home and his beloved woman are just a speck of dust on the table?
The grief and anger in his heart turned into endless murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)