Chapter 254: Power of the King, Power of the Emperor
The shadow cast by yesterday's shooting in Shibuya has not yet dissipated for Tokyo citizens. People who have been living in fear and toiling for their livelihoods all day long have finally had the chance to enjoy the nightlife, but they did not expect to hear the chilling and deafening sound of gunfire again on the busiest street in Shinjuku tonight.
Before people had time to scream, run and seek shelter, they saw a figure flying out from the foreign-style building that had stood for many years and slamming into the hood of a dark red Aston Martin parked on the side of the road. The alarm of the luxury car pierced the night sky and the hood was sunken into a strange bowl shape.
People's attention could not help but be attracted by it. Looking around, they saw a man dressed in black and wearing a mask, lying on the hood of a luxury car with his arms and legs spread out. His left forearm was twisted at a strange angle, his chest was slightly sunken, and his golden eyes were filled with confusion and fear.
Broken glass fell to the ground, and a suited office worker who happened to be passing by was so scared that he jumped two meters away. He glanced panickily at the masked man in black, and when he met his golden eyes, he let out an "Ah" and ran wildly into the depths of the night without looking back.
This action was like the fuse that detonated a bomb. The crowd on the entire street fled in all directions like a hornet's nest that had exploded, and the bustling street was thrown into chaos.
Fujiwara Nobunosuke's body twitched slightly, and he tried to prop himself up and escape in the chaos.
However, his left arm suffered a crushing blow and six or seven ribs were broken. Coupled with the fall from a high altitude and the residual force of the punch, he felt as if his internal organs were displaced. There was no part of his body that did not hurt and he could not use any strength. His teeth were almost broken but he still could not stand up.
As an assassin, his shortcomings are too obvious: he is agile but not strong enough.
He should have fled thousands of miles away the moment he was exposed, but the possession of Time Zero gave him inflated confidence. He thought of kidnapping the emperor in the gigolo shop and bringing him back to report before anyone could react, but he didn't expect to hit a wall.
Two heads, one gold and one black, popped out from the terrace on the third floor. After looking at each other, the black-haired swordsman raised his mask to cover his face, then leaped lightly to the ground, grabbed Fujiwara Nobunosuke's neck, and carried his broken body with one hand before disappearing into the night.
The accident happened so quickly that the crowd didn't even have time to evacuate completely. The only thing left on the spot was the severely damaged Aston Martin, still flashing its sirens.
The gigolos from Takama-ga-hara walked out in twos and threes, looking at the crime scene in front of the store with confused eyes, obviously not knowing what had happened.
Behind them, there were customers who came here to seek pleasure... to relieve their loneliness and solitude. The shooting and falling from the building just now seriously affected their wonderful experience.
As the humpback whale's burly body squeezed down the stairs, the bald bodyguards behind it looked like a group of majestic marine creatures.
While calming the frightened customers, he skillfully dialed the number of an acquaintance at the Metropolitan Police Department.
After operating in Tokyo for so many years, he had already built an impenetrable network of relationships. Takama-ga-hara, like Joel Robuchon, was a victim, and he could clear himself of all charges with just a few phone calls.
But the problem is the owner of this car, she is the eldest daughter of a gangster family, so it might be troublesome if we keep holding on to her.
While he was thinking, he heard a light "tsk" sound above his head. Looking up, he saw the eldest daughter of the Longma family holding the balcony handrail, looking over here, and then stepping back.
At this time, only Longma Xun and Lao Tang were left standing opposite each other on the terrace.
When Chu Zihang jumped down to take the attacker away, Caesar also jumped down from the other side tacitly and chased in the direction they left.
Old Tang stared at his fist in a daze, not sure whether he was savoring the heroic feeling of breaking bones and tendons with one punch, or the shock of sending someone flying more than ten meters with one punch.
Although it may be a bit exaggerated to say this, Old Tang really did not use his full strength. He only used 80% of his strength in the previous punch because he was afraid of killing the person.
Ryoma Kaoru withdrew her gaze from her beloved car. The hood of her custom sports car had been twisted into an abstract work of art. She was destined to have to call a tow truck tonight.
But at this moment, she was more concerned about the man in front of her who suddenly exploded.
At the moment the gunshot went off, Old Tang, who was originally being pestered by her to sing, suddenly turned into a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The airflow caused by his struggle to break free made the strands of hair around her ears tremble. It felt like facing a tsunami.
When Old Tang suddenly attacked, Longma Xun felt a shudder from deep in her blood. She seemed to see an ancient dragon spread its wings, and the overwhelming pressure made her unable to move even her fingertips.
It was not until she heard the sound of bones breaking in the distance that she woke up from the shock of her soul leaving her body.
Among the messy spring cherry blossoms, she saw a humpback whale sitting on the ground in fear, a charming young man holding a long knife and still swinging it, the imposing Old Tang who had not yet retracted his fists, and several broken wooden doors.
After a brief panic, Humpback Whale ran down with her bodyguards to maintain order. Before she could ask any questions, she heard the alarm of her beloved car. She ran to take a look and confirmed that the engine was seriously damaged. She most likely would not be able to return tonight, so she pretended to be dissatisfied and went to settle the score with Old Tang.
"You wrecked my car." Ryoma Kaoru raised his head and completely ignored the knife-wielding Genji behind him.
In her eyes at this moment, there is only this mysterious man.
As for the man with the knife, he was just another talented gigolo in Takama-ga-hara.
Old Tang looked at the pretty face so close to him, and the arrogant aura he had just had suddenly disappeared. He subconsciously touched the tip of his nose and coughed twice:
"Well...can I put it in the account first? The salary hasn't been paid yet."
Although he had joined Su Enxi's agency at the invitation of Lu Mingfei, his salary for the probation period had not yet been paid.
Of course, given Lu Mingfei’s loyalty to his brothers, Old Tang was allowed to withdraw the twenty small goals on Gao Tianyuan’s account.
Even if he demolished the entire Takama-ga-hara and rebuilt it, it would only be a piece of cake for the potato chip girl.
But at this moment, Old Tang made such an excuse.
Even he himself couldn't explain why, but there was a voice in his heart urging him to leave something behind, just like a wild animal would leave a mark in its territory to prove that it once existed.
Just when the humpback whale and Yuan Zhinv fell into a strange state of dullness, the moment Lao Tang rushed over, it seemed as if something in his body suddenly awakened.
The feeling was mysterious and hard to describe, as if a crack had been torn in an ancient seal, or as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years had turned over deep in its blood and would one day break the seal and come out.
He vaguely remembered that the moment he broke into the Spring Cherry Blossoms and stepped into that mysterious realm, a flash of red-gold light flashed across his vision, and his heart was filled with anger that a man sitting high in the clouds was provoked by an ordinary person.
He thought it was an illusion, but just now he almost couldn't control the violence in his heart and wanted to punch the man into pieces against the wall.
What is going on?
Lu Mingfei was not around and he had no one to ask, but his instinct told him that he had to keep this secret.
"I will definitely compensate you after I get my salary." Old Tang added, but his eyes unconsciously drifted towards his fist.
He had also undergone a checkup while at the Psychiatric Research Center, and the report showed that he had not undergone a pontine splitting surgery, but the surgery was only a means of artificially inducing schizophrenia.
Old Tang couldn't guarantee whether there were other mental problems with him. If he had just generated a switchable personality like Genji, it would be fine, but he was afraid that the situation would be worse.
So, he left this hook.
“…”
A woman's intuition told Longma Xun that there was something hidden in Old Tang's eyes, but she didn't ask, but just said with her hands behind her back:
"My car broke down, what am I going to do tonight?"
She leaned forward slightly and asked like the innocent and lovely heroine in a Japanese drama:
"Will you take me home, or prepare a room for me to stay here tonight?"
Old Tang hesitated for two seconds after hearing this: "I can find someone to take you back."
Herzog's attack may not be the only one. Right now Chu Zihang and Caesar have taken the assassin to be tortured. Whether they come back or not, he cannot leave.
After all, the assassin just now has proved that the students from Kassel Academy are useful, but they are still too immature.
Letting Ryoma Kaoru stay here is not a good option because she will definitely pester him, but now is not the time to talk about love.
"Really?" Long Ma Xun looked at him with a smile on his face. "The news here will be passed on to the family. If I were here, they would just think it was another attack by the fierce ghosts on the top leaders of the Sheqi Eight Families and would not investigate it further~"
Takama-ga-hara nightclub has not yet been exposed to the sight of the Sheqi Eight Families. If possible, Old Tang naturally does not want to make the situation more complicated.
"Hmm... do you like Fuyuki-ken or Qiushui-ken?"
The screens in the Spring Cherry Room and the Summer Moon Room were all broken, making them uninhabitable, so only those two best single rooms were left.
"Let's go to Qiu Shui Jian. It's closer to summer, and even though the lavender blooms have passed, there is still a faint fragrance left." Long Ma Xun got a satisfactory answer, and hugged Lao Tang's arm again and pulled him into the house.
"I'll take care of the rest. The Sheqi Eight Clan won't cause you any trouble."
"Thank you." Old Tang had a complicated look in his eyes. He really wanted to say, girl, have you eaten too many delicacies from land and sea, and want to change your taste with some home-cooked meals? Otherwise, why would you fall for a rough guy like me?
But the words never came out of my mouth.
When the two of them passed through the broken screen and returned to the Spring Sakura Room, Gen Chino was sitting beside the desk, supported by Sakurai Kogure.
The crisis was temporarily resolved, Sakura took over the duty of guarding and monitoring, and asked the anxious Sakurai Kogure to go downstairs to look after the young girl Gen.
Genji's face was even paler than before. The samurai sword that failed to hit the target lay quietly beside him, shining coldly under the light.
"What happened? Are you injured?" Old Tang raised his eyebrows, with a hint of concern in his tone.
"No..." Yuan Zhinv shook her head slightly, her voice a little frustrated: "It's just a muscle strain."
Old Tang arrived just in time. The black-clad assassin failed to cause any harm to Yuan Zhinv. The reason he looked pale was that he had just swung his knife to counterattack with too much force and accidentally twisted his waist. He also accidentally got a stitch in the side after a powerful attack.
This is not very mixed-race, but very girly.
Ever since she untied her heart knot, the resentful personality of Ruri Kazama has gradually dissipated, and the "Emperor" power that accompanies it seems to have also been annihilated.
This was obviously not the result that Genjitsu wanted.
He was unwilling to be a paranoid and crazy avenger like Fengjian Liuli, nor did he want to become the powerless burden who could only hide behind his brother.
He longed for strength and longed to be able to stand beside his brother and fight alongside him.
In the final analysis, Genjiro and Kazama Ruri are the same person.
The swordsmanship and fighting skills that Kazama Ruri mastered are also mastered by Genjiro.
The only thing he lacks is a "dragon heart" that can awaken dragon blood.
Without the dragon's heart, he cannot call upon the dragon blood in his body, so he behaves like a mortal.
And since Kazama Ruri is the product of Herzog's hypnosis, Gen Chikyou has been studying these past two days how to hypnotize herself and make "Gen Chikyou" believe that she is also a well-deserved emperor, thereby mobilizing the dragon blood.
As it happens, he is an actor obsessed with Kabuki and can be classified as an experientialist. As long as he convinces himself that he is playing the role of an emperor, he can slowly tap into the dormant dragon blood power in his body.
The long conversations he had with Humpback Whale these days, and his insights into flower arrangement and life, all provided nourishment for his "performance" this time, and he finally successfully stimulated the power of the emperor when Fujiwara Nobunosuke launched a surprise attack.
Inspired, but not much, just a little.
If Lu Mingfei was present, he would probably be secretly glad that Yuan Zhinv awakened the power of the emperor instead of the power of the king.
Otherwise they might have witnessed the birth of a one-armed hero tonight.
When he entered the room just now, Ryoma Kaoru saw Sakurai Kogure supporting Genji with a look of heartache in his eyes, and he began to suspect that the other party might not be a gigolo.
When the two of them were talking, Yuan Zhinu raised her head, revealing her pretty face with a hint of charm. She was completely stunned and blurted out:
"Master Zhisheng?"
As soon as she said this, she felt something was wrong. The person in front of her was only 70% similar to Yuan Zhisheng in appearance. Although both of them had a feminine temperament, this person's eyes were a little soft, and not at all as intimidating as Yuan Zhisheng's evil eyes.
So, this is the brother of Chisei-sama who was rumored to have killed Masamune? !
Wasn't it said that he had been captured, tortured and thrown into the most secure prison? How come he was here?
Why did uncle hide such important news?
Old Tang looked at her shocked expression, feeling a little helpless. He pulled his hand out of her arms and sighed:
"It's very complicated here, and it won't do you any good to know too much."
Hearing this, Ryoma Kaoru turned to look at him: "For example?"
"Your personal freedom needs to be restricted."
"You will guard it yourself?" Longma Xun grabbed his hand back.
"right."
"That's fine." Longma Xun immediately had no objection. He pulled Lao Tang to sit opposite Yuan Zhinv, his eyes full of curiosity, waiting for the two to answer his questions.
"Who is this?" asked Yuan Zhinv.
"Hostage." Old Tang tried hard to put on a serious face, but his scowl made him look funny.
Halfway through the conversation, Ryoma Kaoru had a general understanding of the actual situation. He was lamenting that even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it this way when he heard a few more gunshots in the distance!
(End of this chapter)
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