Chapter 144: Yamaguchi-gumi's Revenge
Inside Tokyo's Ariake Arena.
Tsukahara Ichiha was beaten to death on the ground by Zhang Benhe's random punches.
His whole body was like a piece of ravaged dough, with several indentations from fist marks on it.
The bones in the body made breaking sounds from time to time.
He kept vomiting blood from his mouth, exhaling more than inhaling, and I guess he won't live long.
"Father."
"The head of the family."
Tsukahara Shigeki and his family members gathered around.
After checking on his father's condition, Tsukahara Shigeki cast a resentful look at him and shouted to the sky, "Please, senior, kill them all."
The Mikazuki Munechika thrown out by Tsukahara Ichiha turned into a huge black gas and soared into the sky.
The black air instantly filled the entire arena.
A huge crescent moon slowly appeared in the black fog, rising and falling.
Emitting a faint white light.
The cold and solemn light of the crescent moon looks very much like the blade of a samurai sword.
Breathtaking.
"It's [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]." A silver-haired Yin-Yang master suddenly shouted, "That's right, it's him."
"How is it possible? The [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] created by the entire Genji clan has long disappeared for hundreds of years. How could it appear in Tsukahara Ichiha's hands and become a samurai sword?"
"What's impossible? Maybe Tsukahara Bokuden became a swordsman thanks to this shikigami."
"So, it turns out that the famous swordsman only reached the level of swordsman with the help of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi]."
"Everyone be careful, [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] is a veteran Shikigami with strong power, don't let him hurt you by mistake."
Zhang Benhe looked at the crescent moon above his head with disdain and shook his head. "I was wondering how this so-called swordsman is just so-so. His body is so fragile that he can't withstand a few punches. It turns out he is just a fake who relies on external objects to improve himself."
He wiped his fist and shook his head: "What bad luck, what a bad luck."
A strange closed eye slowly appeared on the crescent moon in the sky, and then slowly opened.
An overwhelming pressure covered the entire arena.
The Onmyojis released their shikigami to resist.
As expected of a veteran Shikigami, even his pressure is so strong.
Nagano Rei in Fang Zuo's arms was still crying sadly. Listening to the noisy voices of the crowd, she just glanced at the sky and ignored everything.
The little face was hidden in the man's arms.
With this man around, there's nothing to worry about.
Just need to vent your emotions.
[Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] The only eye emitted a black light and uttered a majestic voice: "I"
Only one word was spoken.
The spiritual energy is confined all around.
A huge golden palm slapped down from its head.
The pupil of his only eye shrank rapidly.
Then there was a loud bang.
A large handprint with a deep indentation appeared on the grass and dirt on the arena, connected to the huge alloy floor below.
Like slapping a small ant to death, he slapped [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] to the ground to death.
This included the entire Tsukahara family who were crying around Tsukahara Ichiyo.
The concave handprint was a blur of flesh and blood, a pool of mud and blood.
If the appearance of [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] was surprising, then the appearance of the golden palm made all the Onmyoji present feel terrified.
The spiritual pressure brought by the huge golden palm made the Yin-Yang masters present think that they were about to die.
No one, including their shikigami, could even move or struggle.
He could only stare at the huge golden palm, sweating profusely, and watch how he took the picture.
And then the ending was so bleak.
Looking at the Tsukahara clan who were dead beyond death in the handprint, their flesh was mashed together and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Thinking of the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that appeared for just a few minutes and then immediately disappeared.
Everyone hasn't woken up yet.
But the next scene shocked all the Onmyojis even more.
The unruly Zhang Benhe behaved like a child and bowed to a young man whose face was unclear, saying, "Master Fang, you are here."
There was no doubt about the pious look on his face, if the young man had not casually waved his hand.
I'm afraid Zhang Benhe has already knelt down.
"When we were fighting, we talked too much nonsense and our fists were a little weak," said the young man with a blurred face.
"You are right." Zhang Benhe said respectfully.
And the next moment, the young man disappeared.
This scene made these Onmyojis look at each other in bewilderment as if they were dreaming.
'Pah.'
There was a crisp sound of applause.
Just as the Yin Yang Masters were guessing who the young man was, Zhang Benhe clapped his hands:
"Everyone, the arena will be closed for three days. The Kanto Regional Martial Arts Championship finals will be postponed for three days. Please go home."
This group of Onmyojis, who almost thought they were going to die, fled for their lives, taking their Shikigami with them and leaving the arena.
On this day, all the Onmyoji families in Tokyo were discussing who the mysterious Master Fang was.
Those who were present at the scene were full of confidence and excited, while those who had not been there were skeptical and couldn't believe who such a powerful person could be.
Gods? Demons? But one thing is true.
The Tsukahara Swordmaster family, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was nearly wiped out in the arena.
In front of thousands of Onmyoji, Tsukahara Ichiyo was beaten to death by Zhang Benhe, the owner of the Kanto underground black boxing arena.
As miserable as a sandbag.
Other close relatives of the clan, including the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] who turned into Mikazuki Munechika who had not been seen for hundreds of years.
They were all beaten into a pulp by a mysterious young man, a man named Zhang Ben and Master Fang.
There was no time even to howl.
Then the powerful Zhang Benhe became as respectful as a child in front of that man.
Return to Tokyo Women's University.
Nagano Rei still held Fang Zuo's waist tightly, her little face pressed against his chest, still crying softly.
Fang Zuo patted Nagano Rei's little head.
"Don't cry, it might just be a fire, no one is fine." Fang Zuo said.
"Really?" This sentence ignited all of Nagano Rei's hopes.
Wiping her tears, she raised her head with hope, and looked at Fang Zuo with her tearful face.
She believed what this man said. If he said it was okay, then it must be okay.
"I guessed." Fang Zuo said.
Nagano Rei, who had already stopped crying and was wiping her tears, heard this.
The expectant expression collapsed again.
The little nose twitched and the little mouth twitched.
With a cry of "wa", she started crying again out of grievance.
"Okay." Fang Zuo patted Nagano Rei's little head: "You'll know if you go home and take a look."
After saying that, he placed his hand on Nagano Rei's abdomen and pressed lightly.
A pure yin energy flowed from Fang Zuo's palm into Nagano Rei's dantian.
It was the [Shikigami: Tsukuyomi] that had just been annihilated, and was refined into essence by Fang Zuo.
This pure yin energy is of no use to opponents, but it is very beneficial to women who practice martial arts.
Nagano Rei only felt a cool breeze coming from Fang Zuo's palm, which stimulated her energy channels to flow throughout her body.
This cool air, like Fang Zuo's finger, carefully stroked his abdominal muscles and slid towards his legs.
When the sound scraped across her buttocks, Nagano Rei suddenly stopped crying and her body trembled.
Her little face turned red, and her pair of small hands tightly grasped Fang Zuo's shirt.
The buttocks are tightly clamped.
Then the cool air blows out from the other side of the buttocks and scratches the tailbone.
Just when everyone thought it was over, Fang gently tapped Nagano Rei's dantian with his left palm, and the cool air turned from cold to hot and spread throughout the dantian.
Like a big hand kneading and twisting.
"What does it feel like?" Fang Zuo looked at the little person in his arms who was trembling non-stop.
Her beautiful eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid.
Her delicate little face flushed like a woman's, but still had charming tears on it.
A pair of hands hugged his waist, and his palms were tightly grasping his shirt.
"Think about peeing." Nagano Rei said tremblingly while crying.
Fang Zuo: ———————
Morisawa Reina walked into the manor with graceful steps and smiled gently: "Dear seniors, it's been a long time since we last met. You are all still so healthy. Morisawa Reina is very happy to see you all."
Stand in front of them.
Except for that man, no one can make her kneel down now.
Three old men sat on the tatami in the middle of the hall.
A young man with long hair and white clothes was kneeling beside them.
"Mori Ze Reina, why don't you kneel down? Why are you so late?" An old man on the left shouted, "You made us wait so long."
"I'm sorry, seniors, the traffic jam in Tokyo is quite serious, not like in Kansai." Morisawa Reina stood and said respectfully, "It takes half an hour to get stuck in traffic."
"Traffic jam? Is the traffic jam the reason why we have been waiting for more than three hours?" The old man on the right smiled sinisterly: "Mori Ze Reina, it seems that you are increasingly looking down on us old guys."
"Has it been that long? No, oh, how could that be? It still takes some time for a woman to put on makeup." Morisawa Reina smiled charmingly: "Morizawa Reina can't come to see you seniors without makeup and look sloppy."
"That's too disrespectful to the seniors."
"Hmph, you still respect me? I think you are lawless." The old man on the left snorted coldly: "These days, you have eliminated so many of our children. You know it well. You, a little human woman, are becoming more and more presumptuous."
"How is that possible? Did you receive less funds in the past six months? It's more than half as much as before. This alone proves my respect for you all." Morisawa Reina showed a surprised expression: "No, I respect you more, isn't it? Or is someone still saying bad things about me?"
"My dear seniors, you are so wise, you won't be deceived so easily."
"Reina Morisawa you..." the other old man hadn't finished speaking.
"That's enough." An old man in the middle interrupted and said in a deep voice: "Mori Ze Reina, we are not here to argue with you this time."
"If it weren't for the fact that you've brought several times more revenue to the organization in the past two years, I would have slapped you to death right now. We're here to ask you to do something."
"Izumo Yayoi."
"Hi!" The feminine young man with long hair and white clothes next to him stood up when he heard that.
Looking at Rena Morisawa, a smile appeared on her face.
"We'll give this kid to you to train." The old man kneeling in the middle said in a deep voice, "This is a boy from the ancient country of Izumo. He will learn slowly by your side. After half a year, you must hand over the Yamaguchi-gumi to him."
"Morisawa Reina, as a human woman, we will give you one year to sit in the position of the seventh generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi. This is the best reward for your contribution to the organization."
"As for the cleaning you did before, we didn't ask about it before, we don't ask about it now, and we won't ask about it in the future."
"But, there is only one thing. No matter how reluctant you are, you have to hand over the position of leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi to Izumo Yayoi in half a year."
"Do you understand?"
"Hey! I understand, respected seniors." Morisawa Reina bowed slightly respectfully: "Then this is little Izumo Yayoi, right? Please follow me."
"Little friend?" Izumo Yayoi walked up to her, looked her up and down wantonly, and whispered in Morisawa Reina's ear, "I'll let you know what big is later."
Reina Morisawa's eyes were full of seduction, her expression was shy and bashful, and she covered her mouth with her hands as if she was trying to refuse but also to welcome it, and she giggled.
After bowing to the elders, he turned and left.
Every step is more beautiful.
"Just let her go like that?" The old man kneeling on the left said unwillingly, "Not only did she make us wait so long this time, but she even refused to kneel. That's simply outrageous."
"Forget it, this woman has made us a lot of money." The old man in the middle said, "Besides, once Izumo Yayoi takes it, we will slap her to death and let her live a few more days."
Yayoi Izumo followed out and looked at Rena Morisawa's graceful long legs under her short skirt.
This legendary most beautiful widow of the Yamaguchi-gumi is indeed mature, charming and seductive.
She is much more beautiful than those creepy women in the ancient country of Izumo.
His whole body was filled with the scent of a woman's flesh.
A pair of white beautiful legs are wrapped in black stockings, and the light-colored skirt is slightly lifted up as she sways.
Two half-arc buttocks are exposed, also wrapped in black stockings.
From the way he trembled as he walked, it was obvious that Yun Yayoi was itching inside.
After walking out of the manor, Yayoi Izumo couldn't wait to reach out and grab the buttocks she had been staring at.
But suddenly, a hand bigger than his head grabbed his neck tightly and lifted him off the ground.
then.
Before he could resist.
'boom'
'boom'
'Boom.'
A series of loud noises came from behind.
Izumo Yayoi turned her head in disbelief and looked at the manor she had just walked out of.
In just a few seconds, the entire manor had been bombarded by a dozen men in black holding RPG rocket launchers.
It became a ruin in an instant.
Broken beams and walls kept falling down and piling up like a huge pile of rubble.
There was silence.
Then.
Ahhhhh!
There was a roaring sound from the rubble pile, and the pile of stones was pushed away with great force.
Three majestic white-haired old men just crawled out of the manor.
Even though they were covered in blood and had all kinds of black wounds on their muscles, they still survived so many RPG explosions.
The three old men roared in unison, their tattered clothes were stretched apart, their muscles continued to swell, and they rushed out transformed into monsters with various strange forms.
Although his limbs were still broken and one of his heads was missing half, he still ran swiftly.
Da da da.
Da da da.
In the cars coming from all directions, more than a dozen machine guns were sticking out of the windows, and flames were spewing out from the muzzles, and there was another round of non-stop shooting.
The bullets crossed and concentrated their fire, shooting densely at the three of them.
The three old men raised their arms which turned black to protect the vital parts of their bodies.
Ding ding ding.
The bullets kept hitting their arms, as if they were hitting steel plates.
There was a metallic sound and a burst of metallic sparks.
Although the arms of the three old men blocked a lot of bullets, other parts of their bodies were still riddled with bullet holes.
The body was already covered in blood, and now there were several more holes, with blood gushing out of them.
The three of them had no choice but to hold their heads to resist, using their legs to jump quickly, trying to avoid the interweaving firepower range of the rain of bullets.
The old man with half of his head missing was already seriously injured, and he could no longer hold on after another round of gunfire.
In the end, he had lost all his strength, and even the muscles in his arms could not stop the bullets, and he was shot to death on the spot.
It turned into a hornet's nest.
"The third one."
"The third one."
The remaining two old men were breathing heavily, their faces were ferocious, their eyes were bulging and their eye sockets were red.
He moved sideways and leapt several times, finally dodging the arc of rain of bullets and concentrated fire.
He quickly arrived near the entrance of the manor and rushed towards Rena Morisawa.
"Reina Morisawa, you are so brave."
"I'm going to tear you apart."
Just as the two old men were approaching.
Four huge figures appeared and stopped them.
Four old men with muscular bodies and tattoos all over their bodies, with unparalleled momentum, their claws were as fast as the wind.
They each transformed into their original forms and instantly surrounded the two old men. For a moment, roars were heard everywhere and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
It was already four against two, and two of them were seriously injured.
How could he withstand the fierce attack from four people?
In just a few minutes, the four men tore the remaining two old men into pieces.
Izumo Yayoi was stunned by the sudden scene.
That is not the case in the report they submitted.
Didn't they say that the Yamaguchi-gumi had long been firmly under their control? Didn't they say that this seventh-generation beautiful human woman had no military power, only some business acumen, and wasn't worthy of attention? Didn't they say that this human woman was seductive and charming? How could only the last item be true?
As the prince of the ancient country of Izumo, he came out with a mission and thought that he would be able to take over the position of the eighth generation of the Yamaguchi-gumi very smoothly.
Unify the Japanese underworld and lay the most solid outpost for the ancient country of Izumo to enter the kingdom of God.
The current seventh-generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi is a beautiful woman, but she is, after all, just an ordinary human woman. How much ability can she have?
His greatest ability is probably to roll around and beg for mercy.
But he couldn't believe what he saw. In just a few minutes, several of his predecessors from the ancient country of Izumo died tragically in front of him.
The five old men who came out were no less powerful than them.
The beautiful and charming woman in front of him seemed to be unconcerned about what was happening.
Without even a glance.
She's even putting on makeup.
Morisawa Reina listened to the melodious screams, picked up the makeup mirror from her bag and looked at herself.
She nodded in satisfaction, except that her lipstick was a little missing because she started talking too much, but the rest of her makeup was perfect.
She then took out her lipstick, her favorite bright red.
Slowly painting and applying red lipstick.
The rhythm is like the man's big hands gently caressing after being brutal.
After the man left.
Rena Morisawa told herself that she had to be very delicate at every moment.
Because there is no guarantee that the powerful man will appear beside her at any moment.
Who knows.
"Madam, all three are dead. We've checked and there's no problem." The tattooed, white-haired old man retracted his body, walked over and spoke respectfully in a low voice.
"Madam, what should we do?" the old man who was pinching Izumo Yayoi's neck asked in a deep voice.
Rena Morisawa had turned around, but now turned back.
"I almost forgot about this little friend."
Morisawa Reina walked forward with a charming smile and patted Izumo Yayoi on the face.
“Are you big?”
Too terrified to speak, Izumo Yayoi nodded frantically.
"Haha, little friend, you really don't know what big is. It's a pity that my man can't show you. Otherwise, I really want to see your shocked look."
Hum.Hehe.
Morisawa Reina snorted seductively and kept giggling with her hands covering her mouth.
She twisted her waist, turned around gracefully, and walked away in her high heels.
"Bury him alive. He's so young and looks pitiful. Don't smash his body." Morisawa Rena's charming back cast the words lightly.
Izumo Yayoi struggled and roared frantically, but her vision darkened and the old man's other big hand covered her.
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Nagano Rei came out of the bathroom and snuggled back into Fang Zuo's arms.
The little head hesitated for a few times and tears were about to fall again.
"Go home and have a look, maybe everything is fine."
"Don't cry, there are murderers in the Tsukahara family waiting for you to take revenge."
Fang Zuo calmed Nagano Rei down with just two words.
In Fang Zuo's arms, Nagano Rei wiped the tears from her innocent and charming face and clenched her fists.
Master is right.
Nagano Rei, you have to be strong, go find your brother, and then go home together.
Go home first, and then seek revenge on the remaining Tsukahara murderers.
Nagano Rei sat up straight, hooked her hands around Fang Zuo's neck, and pressed her two soft bulges tightly against him.
He kissed Fang Zuo lightly.
"Thank you, Master."
Fang Zuo nodded: "Thank you, I'm done?"
"Master, wait for me to come back." Nagano Rei's face was red and bleeding: "When I come back, I will give you my first time."
After saying that, he leaned forward and kissed me again, then ran away as if he was running for his life.
Huh? Fang Zuo was stunned.
Did I misunderstand something?
I mean, is it just to thank me? You should also thank Zhang Benhe.
They helped you kill the most powerful swordsman.
Before anyone could call out to her, Nagano Rei had already disappeared in a flash.
Then, Fang Zuo shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes to rest.
Sensing the locations of the two groups of ghosts.
Before I could open my mind, the phone rang.
It was Shiraishi Nagimitsu who called.
After Fang Zuo received a phone call, he took a taxi and went to Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely calls Fang Zuo.
Mostly text messages.
This smart and beautiful woman never asks for anything. What she always does is share trivial matters, rely on men and express her love.
These three things are irresistible to all men.
It is the most powerful emotion of a woman.
Make a man willingly give away what he has when he is trapped in his own web of desires.
But today is an exception.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu actually called.
For the first time ever, Fang Zuo was asked to accompany her to a lecture.
Fang Zuo came to the building where Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office was located.
There were more than a dozen assistants busy outside.
Inside the glass wall, Shiraishi Nagimitsu stood alone in the office with his head down, thinking about something.
Looking from a distance.
A pair of increasingly full and round breasts pushed the thin gray sweater into an extremely exaggerated curve.
Under the black professional uniform skirt, a pair of beautiful legs are tightly wrapped in non-transparent black silk hip-hugging stockings.
Although this non-transparent black silk hip-hugging pantyhose covers the fair and delicate skin of Shiraishi Nagi's legs.
But when stretched open by the plump thighs, it takes on a light, smooth luster.
This luster is very similar to the one that appears in the darkness of every night when Shiraishi Nagi falls into a faint.
The shiny, smooth and fragrant sweat on the white, soft and tender body.
It has the hormonal smell of a girl and a woman blended together.
It is soul-stirring and has a peach scent.
Fang Zuo walked to the door of Shiraishi Nagimitsu's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked back, with an expression of surprise on her face.
She threw herself into Fang Zuo's arms with a gust of fragrance, then stood on tiptoe, raised the other leg back, hooked the man's neck, and gave him a deep and passionate kiss.
Fang Zuo put his arms around Shiraishi Nagimitsu's waist and responded, while his other hand naturally lifted up her uniform and his five fingers sank into the buttocks wrapped in pantyhose and kneaded them.
"Why do you suddenly want me to accompany you to the speech today?" Fang Zuo asked after Shiraishi Nagimitsu's little face left.
"Because I'm going to give a speech at the University of Tokyo." Shiraishi Nagiko's face was full of excitement: "This is the best university in Japan, and it's also the university I've always dreamed of attending. It's one of my most important goals in life. Unfortunately, I got married at the age of 15, and then I had Oda Yui."
"Maybe, I won't be a member of parliament anymore. I'll still be a student at the University of Tokyo."
"Now the University of Tokyo has invited me to give a speech. I am very happy. It is like a dream come true. For such an important moment, of course I want my man to accompany me."
Shiraishi Nagiko said excitedly.
Her hands were still hooked around Fang Zuo's neck, and her little face was rubbing against the man's shoulders.
"Oh, there is one more very important thing. I bought a new suit for speeches."
"The first person to see it must be you, my man."
After saying that, Shiraishi Nagimitsu gave Fang Zuo a light kiss and left his arms.
He took out a large shopping bag from the cabinet and walked into the inner room of the office.
Fang Zuo stood up and was about to follow him in.
"No. You can't come in." Shiraishi Nagi put her small hand on Fang Zuo's chest, shook her head and said coquettishly: "You have to wait outside, so that you can have the feeling of seeing me for the first time."
Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders and sat on the sofa waiting.
After watching Shiraishi Nagimitsu blow her a kiss, he slowly closed the door.
After a while, the door slowly opened.
Shiraishi Nagihiru came out wearing a red knitted ripple suit.
The upper body is like a small camisole, revealing smooth and white shoulders and arms, with a deep 'I' shape in the V-neck.
A wide belt tied around her waist enhances Shiraishi Nagihiru's body proportions.
She wore a long floor-length skirt, hiding her small feet in black high heels.
Visually, it infinitely lengthens the length of beautiful legs.
"Does it look good?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu's face turned red. She bit her lower lip and waited for the man's evaluation.
"It looks good." Fang Zuo nodded: "Full score."
Shiraishi Nagimitsu happily sat in Fang Zuo's arms and gave him a light kiss as a reward.
"But." Fang Zuo said again.
"Hmm?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at herself, wondering if something was not done right?
"Are you not wearing a bra? Why does it seem so small?" Seeing that there were no bra straps on the shoulders, Fang Zuo reached in and felt around.
Still the familiar greasy and smooth taste.
It turns out that she is not wearing any.
"This one has a lining inside," Shiraishi Nagimitsu said coyly, "This way they won't bunch up, and you can flatten them a little so they don't look too big."
"After all, we're going to school, and there are younger classmates here. It's not good to be too big." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked Fang Zuo's neck and shook it.
"Then I can't see it either." Fang Zuo teased while hugging Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
"You can watch here." Shiraishi Nagimitsu elegantly pulled down the two straps on her shoulders.
A huge white monster jumped out.
His eyes were fixed on Fang Zuo, and water was about to drip.
"Do you love me?" Shiraishi Nagi's face flushed, her breath was rapid, and her buttocks rubbed against Fang's left thigh: "This is the first time with clothes on, and the first time in the office."
(End of this chapter)
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