Fujiwara Shunsui looked at the man lunging toward him, his brow furrowing slightly.
What is your status, and what is mine?
You dare to challenge me?
A guy with a Combat Value of only 51 actually dared to rush at me like this.
Since the rest of the group was all here, Harumizu wasn't in the mood to explain things to them one by one; in an underworld Syndicate, only the strong are respected.
This sentiment of admiring the strong exists even when facing an enemy,
because only the strong deserve respect.
Harumizu instinctively took a step back, lowered his center of gravity, and turned his body slightly.
He concentrated all his strength into his right hand,
charging up, then punching out.
Simple and direct, requiring no combat techniques.
Absolute power breaking through all obstacles is effective at any time.
Moreover, when facing one person's "provocation," there was absolutely no need for combat techniques.
Techniques are only useful in a back-and-forth exchange.
A one-sided crushing of stats doesn't need such flashy things.
Have you ever seen Uchiha Madara use the Mangekyo Sharingan when fighting small fries?
Because it's simply not necessary!
"Bang."
A dull thud.
The man fell to the ground.
The six people behind him seemed unable to believe the scene before their eyes.
They couldn't even believe that the man who usually took the lead in securing victory for them didn't even have a chance to fight back at this moment, lying on the ground just like that.
Harumizu stood up,
and began to scan the remaining six people in the room.
Three of them had a Combat Value of around 45.
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When Harumizu focused his gaze on the leader, he noticed something was wrong.
[Combat Value: 101]
[Favorability Rating:???]
[Charm Value:???]
What's going on? His Combat Value is actually as high as 101.
It was no exaggeration to say that Fujiwara Shunsui's understanding of his own Combat Value was roughly around this number.
But Harumizu secretly observed this person,
and whether it was his physical fitness or the aura he projected, it didn't look like a situation where his Combat Value could reach 100.
When things are abnormal, there must be something fishy.
Harumizu silently decided in his heart that he must be careful, careful, and more careful in a moment.
He mustn't let his guard down and fail in an easy task.
He would speak as little as possible.
After all, villains die from talking too much.
Seeing his subordinate defeated so decisively, the leader felt an ominous premonition. Although he had considered the possibility of encountering Fujiwara Shunsui before leaving and had even prepared a "contingency plan" in advance.
But after seeing Fujiwara Shunsui's actual performance, a hint of fear still rose in his heart.
"Is he even human?"
In his eyes,
his subordinate was already an expert among experts, yet he was still taken down so easily by Fujiwara Shunsui.
It seemed his advance preparations were not wrong.
Thinking of this,
he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the object in his bosom.
"Shunsui-kun, there's just a misunderstanding between us. We're just paid to do a job; we really aren't here to look for trouble with you."
The man made a final plea.
If the other party really wanted to fight them to the bitter end,
then it would have to be a life-and-death struggle.
Harumizu didn't say a word.
He just quietly looked at the people in the room and slowly walked toward them.
These people were also waiting for their leader to speak.
At this moment, the pressure brought by Fujiwara Shunsui was simply too strong.
It wasn't just the pressure from his physical advantage, but also the visual impact of having just easily settled the fight.
"Is he even human?"
Such a question lingered in everyone's heart.
Everyone was tightening their grip on the items in their bosoms.
No matter what it was,
it seemed that only this could give them a greater sense of security.
Facing Fujiwara Shunsui's approach,
the man closest to him was the first to lose his nerve.
He took out a syringe from his bosom and rushed toward Fujiwara Shunsui.
Harumizu raised his left arm and blocked it easily.
Just as the syringe was about to prick him, he stopped the other's hand in mid-air.
The other party felt pain, and his entire arm went limp.
It was at this exact moment,
another person rushed up.
This time, the opponent held a sharp knife and stabbed fiercely at Harumizu's abdomen.
Harumizu dodged to the left,
positioning himself so that his body was aligned with the syringe-wielding man.
Then, aiming at the knife-wielder's calf, he kicked out violently.
The opponent stumbled and lost control of his body.
Meanwhile, Harumizu grabbed the syringe-wielder's right wrist.
His immense strength left no chance for resistance.
Just like that, Harumizu guided the man's hand and the syringe he held,
and stabbed it deep into the man's own neck.
Harumizu carefully pushed the liquid in the syringe into the man's body.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Harumizu felt the man in his arms go limp,
and threw him directly behind him.
Watching the syringe fall to the ground, Harumizu thought to himself: This drug kicks in way too fast.
The man with the knife was also, because of Harumizu's kick,
currently lying on the ground groaning in pain.
But he was still tightly clutching that sharp knife.
Just to be safe,
Harumizu could only step hard on the right hand that was holding the knife.
The knife slipped away.
Harumizu reached down and picked it up.
All of this happened so smoothly and fluidly
that everyone in the room felt like they were watching a movie.
It was at this moment
that Harumizu discovered the leader seemed to be hiding something in his bosom.
The man's hand had been inside his jacket and hadn't been taken out.
There were only five people left in the room now.
Harumizu was certain
that if he could instantly take down the leader,
all the unexpected events of tonight would come to a complete end.
"I suggest you don't move."
Harumizu had realized the other party had "come prepared," but facing such danger,
he didn't want to gamble with his life.
In the modern martial arts world, a saying has always circulated:
Outside of seven steps, the gun is fast;
Within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast.
It was obvious
that the abnormality in the other party's Combat Value likely came from The Great Equalizer in his bosom.
The worst-case scenario had appeared after all.
Harumizu could only continue to reassure him:
"Don't move. I know this might be a misunderstanding, but I need a reasonable explanation."
"None of your subordinates' lives are in danger, including those three."
"Of course, if there was something else in that syringe, I can't guarantee anything."
A clear kidnapping attempt, a clear sedative, but who would have thought the drug would kick in so fast?
So it also caused him a brief moment of doubt.
If there really was something lethal inside, he could only say the man was unlucky.
Harumizu didn't have the bad habit of returning good for evil.
He was a master of an eye for an eye.
He could only say that since the man intended to prick him, getting pricked himself was well-deserved.
Listening to Harumizu's persuasion, the leader didn't respond immediately. He was even contemplating what choice to make at this moment.
His hand reached a few inches deeper into his bosom.
"I suggest you don't move! The room is so small; if there's an accidental injury, neither you nor I can afford the consequences."
Harumizu naturally wouldn't joke with his own life.
He had only heard of and seen that thing in his previous life,
but he had never actually touched one.
So his sense of awe was turned up to the max.
No matter how high your kung fu, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife.
That was the logic.
"I've already said it was a misunderstanding between us, so why is Shunsui-kun being so aggressive and not giving us a way out?"
Hearing the other party's statement,
Harumizu couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You come looking for me in the middle of the night and call it a misunderstanding? You should know that guns are banned in Tokyo, right?"
Now Harumizu could only guide him.
This was also his first time facing such a thing.
Syndicates like theirs looked down on this kind of behavior.
Between men,
one should use the most primitive way to duel.
Using a gun?
If you're not afraid of retaliation,
the kind where your whole family is wiped out,
then we don't mind you playing like that.
Everyone silently followed this unwritten rule.
Seeing the other party remain silent,
Harumizu tried to persuade him with kind words again:
"No matter who gave you this thing, you must know that in Tokyo, if you dare to fire the first shot, you, your family, and even your friends will regret coming into this world! No one will be able to protect you."
Although there was some exaggeration, for his own safety, Harumizu still patiently guided the other party.
Finally,
the man pulled the pistol out from his bosom.
The gun was pointed at Harumizu.
The man spoke: "Now we just want to leave here. Let us go."
If he had met Fujiwara Shunsui in the underground garage a few minutes ago, he naturally wouldn't have wanted to leave and might have even wanted to mock him.
But after witnessing Fujiwara Shunsui's thunderous methods,
he only wanted to flee.
The other four people in the room looked at their leader in disbelief.
They also knew
that in this Tokyo circle, such behavior was strictly prohibited.
Everyone knew that if this gun went off,
none of them would have a good time.
"That's unlikely, but everything is negotiable. I guarantee on my honor as a member of the Sankou-gumi that if you explain things clearly, I will let you leave. You'll have to cover the medical expenses yourselves, though."
Recalling the force he used just now, Harumizu was certain that if he had to cover their medical bills, it would be a huge sum.
So he had to handle these things first, lest Yuna-chan get angry with him.
After the leader found that Fujiwara Shunsui was not easy to communicate with, his hand holding the gun tightened a bit.
"Whoa, whoa, be careful. This thing can easily misfire."
"If I die here, the Sankou-gumi's retaliation will likely exceed your imagination."
This wasn't Harumizu talking nonsense.
Otherwise, the Sankou-gumi wouldn't be the number one Syndicate.
"What will it take for you to let us go?"
The leader was truly at his wit's end.
He didn't know what to do; their original target wasn't Fujiwara Shunsui, and they were even told to deliberately avoid him.
But the reality was, even if they wanted to avoid him, they couldn't!
Seeing the other's emotions calm down slightly,
Harumizu toyed with the sharp knife in his hand
and shouted toward the door, "Taro, is everything handled?"
"If it's handled, come in!"
There's someone else?
The Sankou-gumi has more people!
The remaining people in the room were screaming internally.
The Sankou-gumi had a well-known reputation throughout Tokyo.
They even began to suspect that the "leader's" summons this time was a setup against them.
"Take a seat!"
Watching Nissho Taro enter the room, Fujiwara Shunsui sat on the sofa and said to the leader.
Negotiation, I love negotiation the most. Why always do all this fighting and killing? It's so easy for people to get hurt.
Taro looked at the mess in his home,
then at the three people lying on the floor.
A surge of anger rose in his heart.
But when he followed Lord Harumizu's voice and looked further inside,
most of his anger dissipated.
"What's the meaning of this? Bringing this thing to cause trouble at our door?"
Taro's brain worked rapidly. Usually, in this situation, Lord Harumizu wouldn't let him enter.
But the other party actually had a gun.
Such a thing was explicitly prohibited at any time and in any organization.
So Lord Harumizu calling him at this time must have a reason.
What could it be?
"If you want to talk, take off your mask and sit across from me for a proper chat. If you don't, just shoot me dead, and then shoot the bald guy behind me."
Taro stared at Lord Harumizu in shock from behind.
Why did you just let me in only to have them shoot me? I don't want to die yet, Lord Harumizu!
Although he thought this, Taro's body was very honest.
Taro walked in front of Fujiwara Shunsui, seemingly making a decision, and blocked him like that. Harumizu could only see Taro's back.
"No matter who you are, remember, you only have one chance to fire."
Taro spoke coldly to the leader.
Harumizu tugged at his clothes from behind.
Not you, you big dummy, what are you doing?
I let you in to increase our negotiating momentum, not to send you to your death.
Besides, if he dared to shoot, he would have done it long ago.
"One chance to fire," my foot.
Do you really think your Lord Harumizu can catch bullets with his bare hands?
Look at what kind of gun he has. Do you really think it's a sniper rifle that gives you 3 seconds of aiming time?
"Taro, you've misunderstood."
Harumizu pulled hard on his clothes. Taro looked back in confusion, and after understanding Harumizu's gaze, he stood behind him.
Now the leader was also in a dilemma.
He even regretted taking out the gun.
If he had just let the other party punch him, would it have been better?
The leader sat down and took off his hood, but the gun in his hand was never put down, pointing at Fujiwara Shunsui the whole time.
"Don't be like that, be careful of a misfire."
Since the other party chose to show his true face, it meant he really wanted to negotiate.
Behind him, Nissho Taro saw the man's face and began to search frantically through his mental database for a match, but clearly, he couldn't find one.
As expected, this kind of thing still has to be left to Yuna-chan.
"Hello, Shunsui-kun. My name is Kinoshita Hisashi."
Fujiwara Shunsui didn't reply directly but turned to ask Nissho Taro, "Have the identities of those people outside been confirmed?"
Taro understood instantly.
"They've been sent over for comparison; there will be results soon."
Hearing this, Kinoshita Hisashi's face turned visibly pale. They wore masks precisely to avoid exposing their identities, or at least the identities of his subordinates.
But obviously, half of them were already exposed.
He was also in a bind. If he didn't handle this properly, their organization might not even need to exist in the future.
"Mr. Kinoshita, tell me, what exactly is your purpose for visiting so late at night?"
Kinoshita Hisashi was breaking down. Our target really isn't Fujiwara Shunsui. I've said it so many times, big brother, why won't you believe me?
Do you have a persecution complex? Why do you always think someone is out to get you!
Kinoshita Hisashi lowered his hand holding the gun.
It wasn't because he no longer wanted security, but because he was too tired, his arm was sore, and he really had no other options.
He looked at Fujiwara Shunsui helplessly.
"I've said it, our target isn't you, but the mistress of this house—Miya Harukiko!"