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Chapter 84 Kazama Ruri
Paradise Pavilion.
This is a large house located on the outskirts of Osaka. Although it looks unremarkable from the outside, it has a lot to offer inside.
All of this can be gleaned from the girl in a bikini greeting guests at the entrance of the mansion, and the guards dressed in black, each with bulging waists.
After all, if it were just an ordinary building, how could there be these things outside? In fact, the Paradise Casino is a gambling den that is famous throughout the entire Japanese underground scene.
Legend has it that the person who wins the grand prize here will have all their wishes granted by the Paradise Pavilion. No one knows what stands behind the Paradise Pavilion; they only know that some powerful figures turn a blind eye to its existence, and even the Snake-Headed Eight Families, who call themselves the underground emperors, remain silent about its existence.
It's like a black hole; after swallowing everything, a different and dazzling scene is hidden at its center.
The Gokurakukan was still bustling with activity. The slender hands of the female dealers in kimonos glided across the playing cards, and the sound of the pinball machines gurgled like a clear spring flowing through the mountains.
However, the gamblers who came here did not notice that the number of security personnel at the Paradise Pavilion today was more than double that of usual, and they were no longer holding pistols; some of them were even holding military assault rifles that looked like they had been smuggled in.
The root of all this is that a very important person has come here today.
Inside the room on the top floor of the Paradise Mansion.
The man in the blood-red kimono was softly chanting. The few spider lilies embroidered on his clothes were so lifelike that they seemed as if they would fall to the ground at any moment with the man's movements.
He was performing a traditional Japanese Kabuki act, but there was only one audience member for the performance.
The lyrics carry a touch of pathos, telling the story of two brothers parting ways in order to avenge their father's death.
However, even though the man's performance was superb, even reaching the level of a Kabuki master, the only guest still kept his eyes closed, in a state of deep meditation.
Although the lyrics did indeed reach his ears, his reaction made him seem like he was deaf.
After finishing her song, Ruri Kazama waved her wide sleeves, a trace of sorrow still lingering on her face.
He glanced at the only listener, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
"It seems the patriarch doesn't like Kabuki."
"I've never been interested in these things."
Unusually, Tachibana Masamune, who had been silent since being brought back, spoke up.
He opened his eyes, his somewhat cloudy pupils looking at the eerily feminine man before him. For some reason, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of memories, regret, and remorse, but above all, an undisguised killing intent.
"Child, I never thought you were still alive."
"ha."
Kazama Ruri narrowed her eyes, a look of reminiscence on her face.
"It's been so long since I've heard anyone call me that."
He walked barefoot on the tatami mat, the long sword at his waist striking his thigh with a crisp sound.
He walked up to Tachibana Masamune and carefully examined him.
"You're getting old, Dad."
Upon hearing the title "Dad," Tachibana Masamune visibly stiffened, but ultimately said nothing and closed his eyes.
A long sigh rang out, and then a long knife was placed against his neck.
"Do you have any last words to say, my dear old man?" Kazama Ruri had a half-smile on her face.
"Chiki will avenge me," Tachibana Masamune said slowly.
When Kazama Ruri heard the name, she was stunned for a moment, and the expression on her face quickly disappeared, replaced by a cold face.
"That's wonderful! I'm really looking forward to meeting him, my brother."
After saying those words, Tachibana Masamune fell completely silent. He sat cross-legged on the floor, motionless, like a clay statue.
However, Kazama Ruri didn't care about his performance. In fact, for some reason, he felt a rare sense of pleasure when he saw this scene.
The patriarch of the Snake-Headed Eight Families would one day become a prisoner of the Demon Clan. Once this news gets out, who knows how many gangs in Japan will secretly harbor some ulterior motives.
Ruri Kazama walked out of the VIP room. Not many people in the entire Paradise Mansion could get into this room, and the security here was already very tight, so he wasn't worried that Tachibana Masamune would get into trouble here.
Outside the VIP area, a woman in business attire appeared to have been kneeling for some time. When she saw Kazama Ruri emerge, she lowered her head even further.
"Keep a close watch on this place. Don't let anyone in except me."
Kazama Ruri gave the orders, trusting that the woman would do as he said, just as he had done before.
As expected, Sakurai Kogure, the manager of Gokurakukan, respectfully replied, "Yes."
Then she slowly raised her head, a look of infatuation flashing in her eyes.
The man before her was so perfect that every woman who came into contact with him unconsciously fell for him.
However, even so, Sakurai Kogure did not forget the task that the other party had just assigned her.
She reached for the walkie-talkie at her waist, pressed the call button, and asked if the security captain was online, but all she got in response was a busy signal.
Sakurai Kogure could even feel the man's gaze unconsciously shifting to her.
In the past, she would have felt incredibly honored and trembled with excitement, but now all she could feel was panic and unease.
She absolutely could not mess things up under the watchful eyes of this adult.
Kogure Sakurai kept her composure. Since she couldn't get through to the security captain, she called several other security team members she knew, but without exception, she was met with only busy signals.
Could the equipment be malfunctioning?
Sakurai Kogure was covered in sweat.
But at that moment, a hand grabbed her wrist as she tried to adjust the walkie-talkie.
"No need to try again."
Ruri Kazama's voice rang out.
Sakurai Kogure looked up and saw a solemn and cold face.
Kazama Ruri gripped the hilt of her sword with her other hand, seemingly listening intently to something. Seeing this, Sakurai Kogure instinctively covered her mouth and nose; the room became eerily quiet.
Suddenly, Kazama Ruri swung her sword sheath and knocked a vase placed to the side out of the window.
boom!
The vase was smashed to pieces.
A soft exclamation followed immediately: "Interesting."
Sakurai Kogure didn't recognize the owner of the voice at all; more accurately, the person wasn't speaking Japanese.
She looked up at the window, but the view was now shrouded in darkness.
Kazama Ruri shielded her behind him, and a gust of wind from somewhere lifted his wide robes, revealing glimpses of spider lilies in the swaying hem.
"run."
"It was Kazama Ruri who said in a low voice."
Then, he drew his long sword with superhuman speed. The blade flashed in the room and then transformed into an arc, crashing into the darkness outside the window along with his figure.