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He then shook his head and followed closely behind Yamagishi Hika.

"Are you wondering?" Xuanmu asked casually as he walked beside him.

"Uh, not really." Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. "It was just a surprise. I thought you would fight him with martial arts and then take him hostage or something."

“What I use is martial arts.” Xuanmu shook his head: “That is martial arts.”

"Hmm, pretty strong." Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. Genki was his savior, and he could call it any kind of magic.

"The original purpose of martial arts was to kill people." Xuanmu said as he ran, "Whether you use fists, palms, elbows, or sticks, knives, or swords, the purpose is to kill more efficiently by constantly practicing the techniques."

"It seems so." Shirakawa Natsu nodded.

"The martial arts I practice are about constantly honing my skills and using every available tool to defeat opponents stronger than myself under the current conditions." Xuanmu finished speaking and smoothed his hair, which had become thin from running.

Shirakawa Natsu was stunned for a moment. It seemed that what Master Genki said made sense. For some reason, he felt a sense of security when Miyuki learned martial arts from him.

"Want to learn?" Xuanmu said, "I'll teach you."

"Really?" Bai Chuanxia's eyes lit up. He couldn't guarantee what kind of tasks the Huangmao app would give out in the future.

It's always good to learn some self-defense techniques, especially with my own strong qualities.

Could it be that Xuanmu has recognized my extraordinary talent and wants to take me as his disciple?

“Yes, the tuition fee is only ten million yen,” Genki said.

"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu's expression was strange. Miyuki was also following his example. Was my brother really that rich? "I only have one million in my account."

Xuanmu looked troubled for a moment, then said, "That works too."

"Is it really that elastic?"

"That's enough, you two." Inagawa Hanahi's face was ashen as she pulled out her car keys from her pocket and tossed them into Shirakawa Natsu's hand.

A silver sedan was parked not far away.

"This is the car I prepared here. Now you can leave quickly and remember our agreement."

“Um…” Shirakawa Natsu took the keys, opened the car door, and after making sure everything was alright, leaned against the door and said to Inagawa Hanahi, “You seemed to have asked me who the enemy was earlier, now I can tell you.”

Inagawa Hana frowned, staring intently at Shirakawa Natsu.

“They’re from powerful clans in the East; these mercenaries are from them,” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged.

"Click!" The dark muzzle of the pistol was pointed at Shirakawa Natsu's forehead.

Inagawa Hanahi's face was extremely gloomy.

She didn't fire because another gun was pointed at her temple.

Yamagishi Hikaru smiled faintly, holding a pistol: "Little girl, you should put down your gun."

Her gaze, however, remained fixed on Xuanmu to the side.

Clearly, even the ferocious beast Yamagishi Hika was still wary of Genki.

Genki raised his hands and said to Inagawa Hanahi, "I'm sorry, President, she's dangerous. If I make a move, she will shoot without hesitation."

The four who had been fighting side by side just moments before suddenly found themselves on the verge of exchanging blows again.

"Hey everyone, calm down." Shirakawa Natsu raised her hands: "This isn't the place to talk about these things."

The four had already escaped some distance, but the sounds of gunfire could still be heard intermittently in the distance.

His words did nothing to ease the tension; Inagawa Hanahi had already pointed her gun at him.

“I have a plan, and we need you, Inagawa Hanahi.” Shirakawa Natsu continued, “After it’s done, you will still be the president of the Inagawa-kai, and half of the territory after Yamagata Ken’s death will still be yours.”

Inagawa Hanahi didn't speak, but stared at him coldly with wide eyes.

"Fortune favors the bold." Shirakawa Natsumi continued, "And you have no choice, don't you? Perhaps you plan to face those tycoons alone."

Inagawa Hanahi coldly replied, "Seventy percent."

"Deal." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. "The Inagawa Association will be great again."

Inagawa Hana gave him a deep look, then voluntarily put down her pistol.

Shirakawa Natsu smiled. That's the good thing about talking to smart people; you don't need to say much at all.

Under the current circumstances, Inagawa Hanahi has already taken action; she has no other choice.

In the end, Shirakawa Natsu drove, Yamagishi Hikaru and Inagawa Hanahi went with her, and Genki left first to return to the Inagawa Association to take charge of the overall situation. He was skilled and could run away at any time if things went wrong.

As Shirakawa Natsu started the car, she sent vehicle information and the route to Hojo Maki.

The car hadn't been driving long when it encountered a traffic jam on the side of the road.

“There’s a cordon.” Inagawa Hanahi frowned. “There are some basic camouflage tools in the car, but not enough for the three of us.”

At the very front of the traffic jam, two male police officers were prying open the windows of each vehicle to inspect them.

"Step on the gas." Yamagishi Hikaru said coldly, then pulled out a pistol from her waist and cocked it.

"Hey, sister, calm down." Shirakawa Natsu saw her cold eyes in the rearview mirror and knew she would definitely shoot without hesitation, so he told the police they were in the car: "Trust me, I'll handle it. Put the gun away first."

Yamagishi Hika frowned slightly, put the safety on the pistol, and tucked it into the seat gap.

Two policemen knocked on each window of the vehicle carrying Shirakawa Natsu.

The car window is down.

The police looked into the back seat and saw two women lying on the back seat, their clothes disheveled, a truly shocking sight.

The police officer frowned: "Sir, please show me your identification."

Shirakawa Natsu, with stubble on her face and wearing a wig, said in a shrill voice, "What 'sir'? Call me 'madam'! What gives you the right to assume my gender? This is discrimination! I'm going to the police station to file a complaint against you!"

The policeman was taken aback, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak.

Shirakawa Natsumi had already said, "Physically I am male, but psychologically I am female. I have a cross-dressing fetish. Every time I think about women's clothing, I feel nauseous, so I have to dress as a man. I am also a Haitian refugee and black immigrant."

“But you’re not Black, sir,” the policeman said, startled.

“I have albinism, and I am also gay.” Shirakawa Natsu continued, “I was abandoned at birth, bullied in school, and subjected to PUA in the workplace. I am also an environmentalist, an animal rights activist, suffer from depression, and am a vegetarian. I also take in and adopt a large number of stray cats and dogs.”

The police officer reached for his service weapon: "Please cooperate with our investigation, otherwise I will take coercive measures."

"Are you discriminating against me?" Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes and said, "Now, call your superior right now."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the policeman's face as he glanced at his colleague beside him.

His companion also shook his head. Even if he were to call them "sir," they would most likely not be afraid of inspection. He removed his hand from his sidearm.

His companion lowered his voice and gestured: "Let's call the officer to handle this; this kind of guy is troublesome."

The expression on his face was as if he had seen a pile of shit and was afraid of getting it on him.

"Please move aside so the cars behind can pass." The policeman lowered his voice and nodded to Shirakawa Natsumi.

Shirakawa Natsumi breathed a sigh of relief; the Eastern people's aversion to taking responsibility was on full display at this moment.

Chapter 233 The Curtain Comes to an End

Shirakawa Natsu parked the car on the side of the road and looked up in the rearview mirror to see Yamagishi Hikaru and Inagawa Hanahi embracing each other in the back seat.

Both of them were very good-looking. Yamagishi Hika's hand reached under Inagawa Hana's red dress, not to hold a ball, but to hold a pistol.

"Sister, don't worry, trust me," Shirakawa Natsumi said reassuringly. Judging from the position of the pistol, the muzzle was pressed against Inagawa Hanahi's chest.

After all, there's a protrusion there, which is where you can hide a gun.

Although both are involved in yakuza, Inagawa Hanahi appears much weaker, daring to be angry but not daring to speak out.

A police car approached the intersection, and the two officers saluted it.

Hojo Maki, dressed in a police uniform, listened to her subordinate's report and walked to Shirakawa Natsu's car, knocking on the glass window.

"Excuse me, could you please show me your identification?"

As the car window rolled down, a flash of surprise crossed her face, followed by a cold glint in her eyes, and her gaze toward Shirakawa Natsu became dangerous.

As a mother, there is nothing more humiliating than seeing her daughter lying in another woman's arms and fooling around.

Moreover, a gun was pressed against her chest under her clothes.

"This is my driver's license." Shirakawa Natsumi tried to remain calm, handed the document to her, and mouthed to Aunt Maki, "Trust me."

Hojo Maki took the documents, quickly entered them into the machine in her hand, and handed them back to him without making a scene.

"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsumi thanked him involuntarily. The two did not have a harmonious relationship, but Aunt Maki still chose to believe him.

Women's minds are truly hard to fathom.

She rolled up the car window, started the car again, and Yamagishi Hika pulled the pistol from Inagawa Hanahi's clothes.

Her gaze fell on Shirakawa Natsu; the boy before her was more reliable than she had imagined.

After Shirakawa Natsumi drove out of the police cordon, she also let out a long sigh of relief.

He had just exchanged messages with Aunt Ma Fei to confirm that her subordinates were guarding the section of road before driving over.

"Next, we need a safe haven."

“Go to the port,” Hikaru Yamagishi said. “The Yamagishi family’s cargo hold is there.”

“No.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head: “The guys who want to kill us will definitely have their eyes on all of the Yamagishi family’s businesses. Don’t underestimate their power.”

Inagawa Kahi suddenly said, "Let's go to the safe house that Yamagata Ken secretly built. It should be safe for now."

"You have a grudge against Ken Yamagata, don't you?" Shirakawa Natsu asked with a strange expression.

“Yes, we’ve always wanted to assassinate him, so we’ve investigated some of his hiding places,” Inagawa Hanahi said. “We often go to his warehouse to get supplies.”

Shirakawa Natsu remained silent and didn't say anything more, then stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.

At the same time, in the general manager's office of Yamagishi Group.

Yuzuriha Yu sat behind her desk, with a middle-aged man sitting in front of her.

“You need to convince us that you can continue to run this company well,” the middle-aged man said. “Only then can the Yamagishi Group continue to thrive.”

"What we want is to maintain the existing order, to have no more corpses, chaos, and gunfights in the streets."

"Hmph~" Yuzuriha Yu chuckled lightly, "If Yamagishi Hikaru isn't here, I can give you all of this."

“We will handle her well.” The middle-aged man’s expression was cold. “I hope we can have a pleasant working relationship with the new Yamagishi family.”

“Of course.” Yuzuriha Yu smiled and extended her hand to shake hands with the middle-aged man: “A lion with nothing and a hunter working together will become more dangerous than before.”

"No one can stand against the state apparatus," the middle-aged man sneered.

three days later.

In the basement of a warehouse at the dock.

Hikaru Yamagishi, holding a pistol, leaned back on the sofa, while Hanahi Inagawa rested her chin on her hands.

Shirakawa Natsumi picked out some canned food from the shelf. Yamagata Ken had put a lot of thought into the design of the safe house, and the food and supplies were enough for several people to live on for more than three months.

He didn't see any arrest warrants outside, but there was no doubt that if he dared to show himself, he would be arrested immediately, then a bunch of charges would be leveled against him, and he would spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Would you like something to eat?" Shirakawa Natsu handed a can of food to Inagawa Hanahi. "I guess you haven't had breakfast yet."

In response, Inagawa Hanahi glared at her angrily: "Because of you, I am now like a cockroach in a corner, hiding in a basement like this."

“Hmm.” Shirakawa Natsu nodded: “That’s more like you. A young girl should act like a young girl, not always like an adult.”

Over the past few days, Inagawa Hanahi has finally shed her idol image as a yakuza chairman.

She showed that she was only nineteen years old.

"I would have shot your head off, you idiot!"

Inagawa Hanahi started swearing wildly, trying to vent her suppressed emotions.

"So what do you think we should do?" Shirakawa Natsu asked casually, scooping up a can of beef.

Inagawa Hanahi slumped back onto the sofa: "I can't even say his name. The people we're dealing with are invisible and intangible; we don't even know their names."

After she finished speaking, she turned and glared at Yamagishi Hika: "Hey, isn't the Yamagishi family the overlords of the underworld? Gather your army!"

Under immense mental pressure, she even dared to spray the flowers of Yamagishi.

Yamagishi Hika ignored her and continued to rest with her eyes closed.