If the opponents knew what kind of existence they were about to face, they might regret appearing outside the door of 603 tonight.
Wait,
It's 604 now.
Seeing the masked person fall backward, with liquid constantly seeping out of the mask, Harumizu thought, due to the lighting: It shouldn't be snot, right?
The other person at his doorway had already clenched his fist and swung it toward Harumizu's face.
"Such slow movements."
In Harumizu's eyes, this person's movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, like an eighty-year-old grandmother.
With a horizontal swing of his right hand, the opponent cried out in pain, letting out a 'hiss.'
The feeling was as if he had smashed his hand against a steel bar.
Harumizu seized the opportunity, crouching slightly and leaning back.
Using his powerful core strength to drive his entire body, he clenched his left fist and struck fiercely toward the person's lower ribs.
Another familiar muffled groan.
The second person fell painfully to the ground. Based on his years of experience fighting on the streets, he knew his ribs were likely broken.
In just a few breaths,
Both people standing outside 604 had fallen. The two who were still rushing toward Fujiwara Shunsui paused when they saw this scene, then seemed to make up their minds, shouting encouragement to themselves and charging again.
As they rushed past Nissho Taro's house, they shouted twice toward the door, as if notifying someone of something.
But shouting loudly with so many people late at night—what kind of behavior is that? Truly lacking in manners!
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Although Harumizu was thinking this, his body honestly walked toward the elevator, his hands not stopping their movements.
This feeling of accumulating power and throwing a punch is truly exhilarating!
In just a single exchange, Fujiwara Shunsui easily dealt with two more people.
"Ten more people."
Harumizu muttered inwardly. Fighting with prior intelligence is indeed satisfying.
The two people at the doorway just now were too close for him to use a Skill, but this brief pause allowed Harumizu to secretly 'lock onto' the two who were still some distance away.
The person on the left,
[Combat Value: 29]
[Favorability Rating:???]
[Charm Value:???]
The person on the right,
[Combat Value: 21]
[Favorability Rating:???]
[Charm Value:???]
He had hoped the system would be more 'user-friendly' and display the opponent's Charm Value attribute, so he could avoid violently smashing their face when attacking.
As the old saying goes, don't hit the face.
Harumizu was a loyal guardian of this type of 'feudal dogma.'
However, this system was still somewhat useful, as displaying the opponent's Might Value was enough. Since they were masked and wouldn't trigger related quests with him,
All he had to do was attack!
Fujiwara Shunsui accelerated. Just as he was about to collide with the two, he performed an agile crouch to lower his center of gravity, then extended his left palm, using the web of his thumb and forefinger to lightly strike the left person's neck.
Just one strike, delivered so quickly that the opponent had no chance to react.
The person's body seemed to stiffen. After suffering that blow, he instinctively covered his neck and collapsed.
Seeing this scene,
The person on Fujiwara Shunsui's right seemed to slam on the brakes, nearly turning around on the spot.
He looked at Fujiwara Shunsui as if staring at a Demon God, instinctively backing away.
"You, you are simply a devil."
A devil? Interesting.
Hearing the compliment, Fujiwara Shunsui was quite satisfied with his performance tonight.
Watching the man take half a step back, Harumizu said:
"Fourteen of you came this time. Solving you means there are only nine left. I can only say it's unfortunate that you provoked someone you shouldn't have."
"Don't worry, I won't put your life in danger."
Fujiwara Shunsui reminded him softly, as if he were the one who cared the most about the opponent.
"How, how did you know! There's an inside man!"
Harumizu didn't know what he had said wrong to provoke the opponent, but the person who was originally trying to escape actually ran straight toward him.
Punch, fall, end.
Harumizu looked at the two people collapsed before him, then glanced back at his own doorway and Taro behind him.
He nodded with some satisfaction.
It seems the novel stories didn't lie to him.
This feeling of conquering all techniques with sheer force is truly exhilarating!
Since he lacked a suitable reference target, Fujiwara Shunsui couldn't accurately convert his [Might Value].
However, through the skirmish with these two people just now,
He had established a basic judgment of his own [Might Value].
If he can knock out a kid with one punch, he feels like his Might Value should be around a hundred.
Hearing the silence outside the door, Kojou Yuna anxiously asked Nissho Taro, who was standing at the door: "What's going on? Why is it quiet?"
Things had happened too quickly. In less than a minute,
Fujiwara Shunsui had already dealt with four people.
The numerical disparity was instantly reduced to single digits.
Nissho Taro looked at everything before him in disbelief.
Could this be the true strength of Harumizu-sama?
At the same time, Taro turned back and said to Kojou Yuna inside the room: "Harumizu-sama is simply Superman."
This sentence immediately heightened Kojou Yuna's curiosity. She didn't know what exactly was happening outside the door, but she knew she had to obey Fujiwara Shunsui and stay put inside the house.
The people who had entered 603 also seemed to realize that something was wrong at this moment.
The apartment building wasn't large.
Since eight of them had crammed inside, they quickly searched every room in the apartment.
"No one."
"No one in my room either."
"I confirm no one is hiding here either."
The leader was standing in the center of the living room, listening to the responses coming from various parts of the room, frowning deeply and starting to feel uneasy.
Did the target move? We've been monitoring for a long time, and he hasn't gone out.
"Something seems to have happened to the people outside."
The person standing closest to the front door had heard the commotion in the hallway just now and shouted to the leader inside the room.
He thought he had heard someone calling his name outside just now,
But he was too nervous, and since everyone had different tasks, he had to stick to his own mission.
Yet, precisely at this moment,
The situation inside the room was that the target was missing.
Could the target be outside? That's why he heard the commotion out there.
Just after he finished shouting that toward the interior, and before he could lean out to see what was happening, he felt his body being yanked out by a large hand.
The force was so sudden and swift that he was outside the door before he could even react.
Fujiwara Shunsui delivered a kick straight to his abdomen.
The immense force caused him to involuntarily retreat backward.
"Taro, I'll leave this one to you. Observe the others too, and be careful not to kill anyone."
Harumizu was very clear about the rules of the Sankou-gumi. Although they were a Syndicate, to develop long-term, they had to be harmonious citizens and maintain normal social order. Illegal activities could be done, but they shouldn't be too excessive or leave too obvious traces.
This was the core philosophy for the long-term development of the Syndicate.
With so many people showing up this time, it was clearly impossible not to cause a scene, especially since there were other residents in this building.
If someone actually died, it would truly be a case of 'mud on the pants, impossible to explain.'
So, after a simple warm-up, Fujiwara Shunsui realized that his Combat Value made dealing with these small fries too effortless. So much so that Harumizu was already arrogant enough to want to take care of everyone himself.
Of course, that's exactly what he chose to do.
Taro was naturally no coward, and he had a particular way of handling 'captives.'
Looking at the person Fujiwara Shunsui had kicked over, Taro raised his baseball bat and first delivered a heavy blow to the person's back.
A 'bang' produced a muffled thud.
The man crumpled to the ground just like the others.
However, considering that this person's injuries didn't seem serious, and crucially, this level of damage wouldn't substantially limit the opponent's movement, Taro thoughtfully delivered two more heavy blows to the man's calf.
Before the man could react, his right calf was likely fractured.
Intense pain swept through his entire body. He couldn't even process that just moments ago he was inside a room, and he hadn't even seen who attacked him.
Now he was facing a bald man 'knocking' him—the literal kind of knocking.
Nissho Taro thoughtfully closed the door of 604 and said to Kojou Yuna inside:
"Five have been dealt with. If there are no surprises, this fight will end quickly. Don't come out until we knock on the door."
Taro bent down and lifted the masks off each of them.
The first person who was punched in the face was currently covering his nose, which was covered in blood.
The second person was painfully curled up on the ground.
The third person's condition seemed somewhat serious; he was convulsing wildly on the ground, protecting his neck. Taro was experienced in this situation. After simple treatment, the man's breathing clearly stabilized.
This person, who was visibly the least injured among them, looked at the large bald man in front of him with horror, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened.
But then he noticed the bald man was smiling at him, and a bad premonition swept through his body.
"Listen to me, grit your teeth."
Taro simply gave the reminder, and the man instinctively clenched his jaw!
"Ah—"
The immense pain spread from his calf throughout his body. The man who was just struggling to breathe was now greedily inhaling every breath of air.
Painful, too painful.
The fourth person Harumizu had knocked down also had fractured ribs.
Seeing the miserable state of these four, Nissho Taro also started to wonder: When did Harumizu-sama get so strong? And isn't this efficiency too high?
Taro could clearly see that the most dangerous injury belonged to the second person.
If the force hadn't been controlled, a punch could easily have shattered the man's throat bone, but clearly, Harumizu-sama held back.
However,
The force used on the two who were hit in the ribs was frighteningly precise.
Fracturing ribs with just a single punch—that's simply too terrifying!
In reality, Taro didn't know that,
Fujiwara Shunsui was already fighting at full power tonight. It wasn't just the increase in attribute points; the most crucial factor was the crushing superiority in physical fitness combined with Harumizu's standard Skill, Combat Mastery. It was simply too effective.
It was so effective that Fujiwara Shunsui only needed to form a simple thought in his mind,
For example, to fracture the opponent's nasal bone, fracture their ribs, or simply incapacitate them,
And his body would perfectly cooperate with his thought, executing the most correct and optimal tactical maneuver.
After dealing with these five people outside the door,
Taro prepared to check on the fight inside the door.
He desperately craved improvement and learning.
The five people outside the door had completely lost their fighting capability.
Fujiwara Shunsui entered the room and turned on the light.
Inside the room were uniformly dressed'suit thugs,' identical to those outside the door, all wearing masks, looking exactly like terrorists.
Several people turned their heads.
One person standing in the center of the room stared at Harumizu and asked doubtfully:
"Fujiwara Shunsui?"
Hearing the doubt in the opponent's tone, Harumizu smiled playfully.
"Didn't you come looking for me? How could you not even clarify the most basic information?"
The others looked at each other after hearing Fujiwara Shunsui's words, and everyone looked toward the person in the middle.
Through their actions, Harumizu confirmed that the person in the middle must be their leader.
"I think this is a misunderstanding."
The man patiently explained.
They chose to come at night, dressed this way, and with so many people—it was clearly an attempt to resolve everything as quietly as possible.
"A misunderstanding?"
Hearing the opponent's reply, Fujiwara Shunsui's confusion deepened. Could such coincidences really exist in this world?
He was just placed under a bounty on the Dark Web,
And the next moment, people came to his house to cause trouble.
Oh,
My mistake.
But the system wouldn't be mistaken; it truly triggered a system quest.
"It really is a misunderstanding. We aren't here to cause you trouble."
Seeing that the people outside the door were not reacting, their leader understood that those outside must have been dealt with.
Since the target he was looking for wasn't in the house, he could only patiently explain again.
"As far as we know, you don't even live here, so please believe us, we really aren't here to cause trouble!"
The man's attitude was humble, as if he genuinely wanted to resolve this crisis with Fujiwara Shunsui.
But Harumizu clearly didn't want to let any of them go.
Taro's previous attack had already taught him a lesson: regardless of the reason,
Leniency toward others is irresponsibility toward oneself.
"Do you want to come at me all at once, or one by one?"
When the men heard Fujiwara Shunsui's words, they looked as if they had heard a huge joke. One of them said to the leader:
"Sir, leave it to me. I'll take care of him."
Harumizu focused his gaze on the man and instinctively used the Skill, Insight: Eye of the Heart.
[Combat Value: 51]
[Favorability Rating:???]
[Charm Value:???]
Seeing the opponent's Combat Value, Harumizu understood why the man was so confident.
No wonder he was so confident—he turned out to be a minor expert.
In his previous life, Harumizu loved reading these kinds of power fantasy novels.
The mental breakdown of a genius who considers himself an expert getting slaughtered by the protagonist is far more painful than physical injury.
"No need. Come at me all together."
Harumizu was naturally putting on a show. He was very proficient in fighting in entryways, and in such a confined space, even if the opponents swarmed him,
When they reached him, it would essentially be a series of one-on-one situations.
Therefore,
Harumizu wasn't afraid. In fact, he was excited!
"Bastard! I'll see what level the Sankou-gumi's Shinjuku General Manager is!"
With that, the man charged forward.