Tokyo: The story begins with a confession.

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Hirakawa looked confused. "What? Why?"

"You bring these children here by various means. While they are still useful, you make DPs for them. Once their bodies break down, you kill them and take all their valuables to sell to people in need in various places."

If they're reasonably good-looking, things will be better. They can be sold when they're older—no, maybe they can be sold now. Am I right?

"I speak calmly," said Uesugi Kenichi, though his trembling watch, clutching the teacup, betrayed that his emotions were not as calm as they appeared.

Hirakawa scoffed, "Nishioka said you came for those kids, and I didn't believe him at the time. I never thought it was really because of that. How ridiculous."

If we don't engage in child abduction, then the children are either abandoned by their parents, or they are children whose parents owe money to our Songye Association and have been given to us as collateral. I'm the one who gives them food so they can continue to live.

Click!

"I've heard that people in the yakuza world are very particular about rules? Is this your rule?"

Kenichi Uesugi couldn't help but crush the teacup in his hand. "So, you can justify letting them die for such a reason?"

"Anyway, they're just unwanted bastards, and do you know how valuable they are?" Hirakawa said disdainfully.

"Those who have already taken all the resources will naturally follow the rules."

"I really want to see if your heart is black when you dig it out."

Uesugi Kenji stood up and kicked the tea table in front of him, then flicked a small knife with his left hand.

"Ah!" The knife pierced through the hand of a man who was holding a gun and about to fire.

The moment Uesugi Kenji stood up, Busujima Saeko, with the blade in her left hand and the hilt in her right, suddenly lunged forward. A flash of silver light appeared, and a huge bloodstain stretched from a person's forehead to their abdomen.

"What a quick knife!"

The fierce tiger standing to the side broke out in a cold sweat instantly; the swift slash had caught him completely off guard.

If he had been the one facing that blow, he would most likely have been killed instantly without any warning!

However, this is assuming no preparation is made!

His eyes gleamed with excitement as he unbuttoned his clothes and pulled out a katana, watching Saeko Busujima charge at him like a tiger among sheep.

This demeanor makes it hard to describe her as a delicate girl.

"Hahaha, come on!" Saeko Busujima's face was filled with an excited smile, her eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty red light, and blood splattered on her face like plum blossoms.

Everyone's hearts pounded as they watched Kasumigaoka Utaha's frenzied display, as if they would be cleaved in two the moment she charged forward.

Saeko Busujima swung her long sword relentlessly, the blade piercing deep into flesh, spraying blood into the air and gradually staining her clothes red. She showed no signs of fatigue, appearing as a fearsome, blood-soaked demon.

She roared, feeling an unparalleled sense of exhilaration. Her inner desire for killing was completely unleashed, and she was intoxicated by this impulse towards violence.

Chapter 162 The Murderer

Kenichi Uesugi looked at Saeko Busujima with a hint of worry in his eyes. It might not be a good thing for such a young girl to bear the burden of so many lives.

He took a deep breath and looked at the crowd of people who were slowly surrounding him, wielding long swords.

It transforms into a ghostly figure, appearing among the crowd from all sorts of unbelievable angles.

The walls, the ground, the sky—it was as if the person had transformed into several phantoms appearing in every place.

Throat, heart, brow...

With each dagger in his hand, Uesugi Kenichi aimed straight for vital organs, making no unnecessary movements; the ultimate purpose of every action was to kill.

Every movement in the Seven Nights Assassination Technique exists solely for the purpose of ending a life.

Like a murderer, every time Uesugi Kenichi appears, it signifies the passing of life.

Cries of agony and pleas for mercy echoed as patches of land were stained with blood that seeped into the deep mud.

"Monster, monster!"

"This must be Amaterasu sent to punish us! Help! Help!"

"We can't win, run! Run!"

Many people crawled slowly on the ground, bleeding profusely, making their last struggles. Even these people, who were usually vicious, cried out like pitiful worms.

The man standing at a distance, holding a gun and intending to shoot Uesugi Kenichi, was trembling uncontrollably.

They could hardly believe their eyes; the other side consisted of only two people, while they had over a hundred.

Countless people lay on the ground, groaning and writhing, their faces contorted in agony and pain, blood flowing continuously.

The entire courtyard looked like hell!

Faced with Uesugi Kenichi's ghostly figure, they couldn't even keep up with his speed, let alone shoot him.

"Clap."

The gun fell to the ground, and the group exchanged glances, all seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

They all stepped backward without prior arrangement.

At this rate, it won't be long before they're the next ones to die.

"run."!"

Tanimura Taku whispered something to force himself to stop his trembling legs and ran outside.

Even if he is punished afterward, it doesn't matter. If he stays here now, today will be his death day.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Takuya Tanimura took a couple of steps when a cold voice reached his ears, sending chills down his spine and causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

He stiffly turned around and begged for mercy. Having witnessed Uesugi Kenichi's methods, he had no confidence in escaping from this devil's clutches.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Taku Tanimura's words of pleading had barely left his mouth when he felt a sharp pain in his throat and could no longer speak. He clutched his bleeding throat and lay on the ground.

It seemed that this would stop the bleeding from inside.

"Leave your words of repentance for hell!" Uesugi Kenichi wielded his dagger with lightning speed, blood splattering as he killed all five who tried to escape!

At this moment, Hirakawa, who was in the back, could no longer maintain his previous calm and composed demeanor.

He stared in shock as his men fell one by one before him.

He was so calm because there were only two enemies.

Even though there are still quite a few hidden ones, he has over a hundred of them here. Unless the Self-Defense Forces launch an attack to encircle and annihilate him, he can fight against any other organization.

At the very least, his own safety can be guaranteed.

But the scene unfolding before his eyes made him wonder if he was dreaming or watching some kind of magical TV series.

As the purple-haired girl swung her arms wildly, countless pieces of flesh and blood splattered, some even landing on him.

But what was even more terrifying was the boy in black clothes and black hair, with a devilishly cold gaze. Even though so many people had died at his hands, his expression remained completely unchanged.

No one, not even for a second, could stop him.

They didn't even know how they died...

Such a being seems to be something that should not exist in the world at all; I have never seen it before, nor have I ever heard of it.

At this moment, Hirakawa No had deep doubts about his own understanding, wondering if there were some more secret things he had not yet come across.

Otherwise, there's no explanation for what's happening except for ghosts or monsters.

Finally, a corpse flew up beside him. The person was not quite dead yet and struggled to reach out and grab his ankle tightly.

He lowered his head and looked into those eyes, filled with resentment and staring straight at him, as if questioning why he had provoked such a devil.

Why bring them along to do this?

Looking into those piercing eyes, Hirakawa completely broke down!

He quietly pulled a few trusted men to make a run for it, but then he remembered the fate of the people who had just escaped, and a chill ran down his spine.

"...Xigang, take some men and stop him."

Upon hearing this, Kensuke Nishioka's face turned ugly, and he looked at Hirakawa with pleading eyes.

He was certain he'd be dead if he went up there!

"Boss, I've followed you for so many years. I may not have done anything great, but I've certainly put in a lot of hard work. Please, take me with you."

"Quick!" Hirakawa pointed a pistol at Nishioka Kensuke's forehead, not wanting to waste any more words with him.

I would have brought it along at other times, since I've used it for so many years. Although it sometimes does bad things, I'm generally quite satisfied with it.

But things are different now. This god of death was initially brought here by Kensuke Nishioka.

He hates him so much he wants to kill him, and who knows if taking him along will attract that evil spirit?

(Wang Le's) Kensuke Nishioka looked at the gun barrel pointed at his forehead and felt a sense of despair rising in his heart.

This is truly a place of utter despair, devoid of both heaven and earth.

In the end, he still dared not resist. Hirakawa had a great deal of influence over him in the past, and his comfortable life over the years was indeed inseparable from Hirakawa's promotion.

He turned his head and looked at the dwindling number of people in front of him, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Perhaps none of them can escape from this devil's clutches...

"drink!"

Kensuke Nishioka drew his sword from his side, charging towards Kenichi Uesugi like a desperate samurai!

"It's not your time to die yet!" Uesugi Kenichi's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at Nishioka Kensuke rushing towards him.

He could kill the other henchmen directly, but he didn't intend to let these leaders die too easily.

Otherwise, it would be too easy on them!

Chapter 163 The Ultimate Technique of the Poison Island Style! (Please Subscribe!)

"Crack!" A sound of bone breaking rang out, and Kensuke Nishioka knelt on the ground, his white kneecaps exposed with blood, sending a chill down one's spine just by looking at them.

"Aaaaaaah!" Kensuke Nishioka dropped the knife to the ground, his face contorted in pain. He reached out to hug his knees, only to find that touching them only brought more pain.

Although he is suffering, he seems to be much luckier than others. He is the first person who did not die immediately at the hands of Uesugi Kenichi!

Ignoring Kensuke Nishioka, who was kneeling on the ground and wailing, Kenichi Uesugi's gaze fell on Nono Hirakawa, who was trying to escape.

Just as he was about to rush over, his gaze was drawn to the battle between Tokushima Saeko and the others, and a glint of light appeared in his eyes as he looked over.

The killings have continued until now, and no one dares to charge at him anymore.