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The intense pain nearly caused him to lose control of his bladder.
Qingze released his grip on his mouth and said coldly, "Don't try anything funny."
"I really didn't know that he would change his address and contact information immediately after handling these kinds of matters!"
Yuya Hamura was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. When he saw Aozawa's hand reaching for his thumb nail again, he was terrified and hurriedly shouted, "Wait!"
I know one of his habits!
As soon as he got the money, he would go to the Oborohana bar in Kabukicho 1-chome, Shinjuku, to have sex with his old flame, Ruri.
Qingze judged that he was not lying, and a dark blue six-pointed star magic circle quietly appeared in his palm.
Chirp.
A very faint, almost imperceptible, strange sound.
Yuya Hamura felt a blur before his eyes, and the scenery around him changed instantly.
He was no longer in the familiar chess room, but in a strange, pure white, and empty space.
On the floor, several contorted corpses came into view.
Their empty, wide-open dead fish eyes were staring straight at him.
"Wow!"
Yuya Hamura screamed in fright and staggered backward, but then realized something even more terrifying.
He tried desperately to breathe, but no oxygen entered his lungs.
Looking at the wide-open eyes of the corpses on the ground, he instantly understood the fate that awaited him.
Damn!
Who exactly is the fox?!
This is a capability that no human being could possibly possess!
Yuya Hamura was filled with horror and anger.
He gasped for air, his lungs burning with intense oxygen deprivation, and his vision began to blur and darken.
No! He can't die!
"Eternal Celebrity... I haven't become an eternal celebrity yet!!"
Yuya Hamura opened and closed his mouth in vain, letting out a roar.
Over the years, whenever he encountered an opponent in the chess world whom he felt he could not defeat through skill alone, he would choose to use methods outside the chessboard to disrupt the opponent's mentality.
This allowed him to gradually climb to the position of a celebrity and successfully defend his title for four consecutive terms.
This is the last issue!
If he can hold onto it, he will receive the lifelong honor of "Eternal Master," a supreme achievement that only six people in the world of shogi have attained so far.
He sacrificed so much, endured so much filth, and finally reached a point just one step away from the peak. How could he just fall like this?!
No! no way!
He tried to stand up, but felt a sudden dizziness and collapsed to the ground, powerless.
My heavy eyelids drooped slowly and uncontrollably.
No! My... eternal fame...
In the last moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, he reached out his hand, vainly trying to grasp the illusory glory he had longed for, but he grasped nothing and fell helplessly to the ground.
……
Shinjuku, Kabukicho.
As night falls, this street, which looks ordinary during the day, is instantly illuminated by countless colorful neon signs.
The streets were filled with provocative promotional posters and groups of women dressed in cosplay costumes soliciting customers.
A variety of bars, clubs, and brothels are closely packed together, forming the most famous labyrinth of desire in this city that never sleeps.
Qingze leaped silently through the shadows cast by the flashing neon lights, precisely finding the Longhua Bar.
Instead of lingering on the noisy dance floor on the first floor, he slipped directly into the private rooms on the second floor, moving through the shadows of each room.
Until one of the private rooms, four scarlet tags came into view.
Three of them are wearing [Skull Soldiers] on their heads.
One wearing a skull and crossbones hat.
He immediately stopped moving, like the most patient hunter, silently lurking in the shadows.
This private room was no different from the others, filled with dim pink lighting and the smells of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume.
On the huge LCD screen, popular songs of the moment are playing, and the voices of a male and female duet echo in the space.
As the song ended, the younger brother sitting next to him clapped enthusiastically and flattered, "Brother Xiao Xi sang so well! Sister Liu Li's voice is heavenly!"
"Ha ha!"
Konishi Jiro let out a smug laugh, his thick arms tightly embracing the exquisitely made-up young woman beside him, his right hand roaming restlessly over her body.
He had long since forgotten about the child.
This wasn't the first time he'd done this kind of dirty work. Based on his "understanding" of the Metropolitan Police Department's efficiency and the fact that he was using an unlicensed vehicle, he was confident that he wouldn't be caught by those "useless" cops.
It will probably end up like those previous cases, with nothing coming of it.
He, on the other hand, received a substantial reward.
With money, one should naturally enjoy life to the fullest.
This is the life motto that Jiro Konishi has always adhered to.
He reached out his left hand, intending to pick up the glass of whiskey with ice on the table, but he didn't notice that his shadow on the table seemed to be a bit deeper and richer than usual.
In that instant, Konishi Jiro was horrified to discover that he had lost control of his body.
He reached for the wine glass, but his left hand involuntarily withdrew.
He wanted to continue holding Liuli, but his right hand automatically lowered itself.
He stood up on his own and walked towards the door of the private room.
"Honey, where are you going?"
Liuli asked in a sweet, delicate voice.
Konishi Jiro was screaming "Help me!" in his heart, but his mouth was as if it were sewn shut, and he couldn't make a sound.
Instead, he raised his right hand, casually waved it at Liuli and his underlings, then beckoned with his finger before continuing to walk expressionlessly towards the door.
The three henchmen looked at each other, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
Didn't my brother just say he was going to drink until dawn?
Although they were full of doubts, they dared not ask any more questions and quickly got up to follow.
Ruri was even more confused. She got up and chased after him to the door, grabbing Konishi Jiro's arm and saying, "Darling, why don't you..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was violently thrown aside by a sudden force and slammed into the door frame.
Konishi Jiro didn't even glance at her, maintaining a cold expression as he continued walking out.
Liuli clutched her arm, which had been bruised and sore, her face filled with astonishment and confusion.
She'd seen plenty of men who turned their backs on her afterward, but this was the first time she'd encountered one who suddenly became indifferent beforehand.
The three underlings were also baffled and couldn't understand what their boss was up to, but out of habit and fear, they looked at each other and quickly followed Konishi Jiro's steps.
Chapter 78 Blood for blood
Konishi Jiro's body moved like a puppet controlled by invisible threads, passing through the dimly lit corridors inside the bar, ignoring the noisy dance floor, and walking straight out of the Oboro Flower Bar.
The three henchmen's expressions changed simultaneously as they watched his retreating figure.
Judging from the way the older brother is acting, does that mean they're going to have to pay for the drinks tonight?!
They turned to look outside and saw Konishi Jiro standing straight on the street, showing no intention of coming back to pay the bill.
The three exchanged a bitter look, resignedly turned back to the front desk, and, with a heavy heart, pulled out their barely warm "hardship fee" to pay the bill before slinking away from the bar.
Konishi Jiro took another step.
The three were filled with resentment, but they dared not fall behind and could only keep up despite their anger.
The main road outside is bustling with people and brightly lit, making it an unsuitable place for doing "dirty work".
But the magic of Kabukicho lies in the fact that its prosperity and darkness are often separated by only a wall.
Just turn at the corner of an alley and walk down a few steps down an inconspicuous staircase, and you'll feel as if you've instantly traveled to another world.
The clamor of voices in the street vanished abruptly, like an isolated auditory hallucination.
Instead, an unsettling silence prevailed, with only a few streetlights overhead casting a pale, cold glow that illuminating the quiet street.
Three henchmen followed behind him. One of them finally couldn't hold back any longer and cautiously asked, "Boss, where are we going?"
I want to know too!
Konishi Jiro roared wildly in his mind, fear tightening around his heart like cold vines.
The feeling of being completely out of control of his body made him feel as if he were possessed by something unclean.
If I survive tonight, I will definitely go to Senso-ji Temple tomorrow to pray for the Bodhisattva's blessing.
Just then, he suddenly stopped and turned around abruptly.
The three underlings thought their leader was finally going to speak up and explain, so they quickly stopped and held their breath.
The next second, a terrifying scene that they would never forget unfolded.
The shadow that Konishi Jiro cast on the ground moved and bulged without warning, as if it were alive.
Under the horrified gazes of the three, the thick black shadow quickly enveloped a tall human figure, which "rose" from the shadow, like a messenger returning from hell.
This illogical scene caused the three men's minds to go blank for a moment, and they even wondered if they had drunk too much fake alcohol and were hallucinating.