83. Can you still be called a young man if you are not angry?
"Master, I'm here to cause trouble!"
At this moment, countless eyes gathered at the door, and even the monk forgot to chant.
The wind carrying moisture blew in, and the atmosphere of mourning in the room changed, because the actions of this young man who looked high-spirited seemed very rude.
"Who are you?"
"Where did this little boy come from?"
"You're tired of living, aren't you?"
Several bald men rushed out and were about to pounce upon them.
But after taking a few steps closer and seeing clearly the woman in his arms, their bodies instantly stiffened.
At the same time, the guests present also saw Kawashima Meiji's appearance clearly, and the Buddhist hall became extremely quiet. Several monks who were performing rituals exchanged glances with each other and silently stepped aside holding the wooden fish.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who came in disguise, glanced at Kawashima Miji's face.
A different expression appeared for a moment, and she quickly regained her composure. There was no abnormality in her expression.
Facing the gazes of these people, Fujiwara Izaya held Kawashima Miki in his arms and walked straight to the empty coffin with arrogant steps. That smile that was neither vulgar nor elegant always appeared on his lips.
Kitagawa Takaki looked at the woman in his arms in surprise, and trotted over with a worried look on his face: "Master Fujiwara, you..."
"Mr. Kitahara, please retreat outside the door." Fujiwara Izaya ordered.
His eyes were bright and his expression was firm, with a reassuring calmness.
Kitagawa Takaki didn't say anything more and quietly exited the door.
There were still many people from the political and business circles left in the Buddhist hall, mostly the bald man who was shocked by this shocking incident and stunned. Among them, the most stunned, or perhaps the most uncomfortable one, was none other than Jiro Araki.
Next to the coffin, a man in a white shirt came quickly and stood in front of Fujiwara Izaya: "Please get out!"
He is about 1.85 meters tall, his hair is combed into a ponytail and his eyebrows are long and slender, like a curve, raised at an attractive angle. He has good facial features, and he can definitely be a movie actor.
"Who is this?" Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at Kawashima Miji.
The man also looked at Kawashima Meiji, with uncontrollable surprise in his eyes.
"...It's none of my business!" Kawashima Meiji covered her face in despair.
"I am Kazuma Tsuchiya, the trusted president of the Black Spider Group." The man bent slightly and assumed a low posture, "Is there any misunderstanding?"
"The new boss?" Fujiwara Izaya narrowed his eyes slightly, and his body naturally showed a murderous intention.
Tsuchiya Kazuma sensed murderous intent.
In an instant, he raised his head, and his two eyes struck one spot in the air like lightning.
This silent confrontation immediately let all the guests in the Buddhist hall know that the two might have conflicts. But what everyone didn't know was where this young man who looked arrogant and unmanned by Mr. Mu came from. You must know that this place is
In Black Spider's lair, today is the funeral of the former president and the inauguration ceremony of the new president. He came to the door alone to provoke, and someone might die...
"I know you, Fujiwara Izaya!" Tsuchiya Kazuma muttered, his eyes temporarily avoiding his sharpness, but he attacked Kawashima Miki: "Sister-in-law, today is the funeral of my eldest brother, is your gesture too much?"
Kawashima Meiji frowned, and the little hands covering her face were clenched into small fists.
She wished she could punch Tsuchiya and Ma's dog heads first, and then punch Fujiwara Izaya's dog heads off with one punch, making these two men completely disappear from the world.
The bald men nearby also gathered around and started to curse.
"President Araki just passed away, how could my sister-in-law do this..."
"Too much!"
"Slut!"
"Why doesn't this bitch die..."
"Today is the inauguration ceremony of President Tsuchiya. No matter how hungry or thirsty you are, you can't bear it for two days..."
A dozen or so people yelled and cursed, and some of the guests who had originally planned to be neutral became indignant.
"This kind of thing is indeed too much..."
"The wife of the former president is quite good-looking, but I don't want her to be such a woman..."
"Just because I'm good-looking, I can seduce men everywhere..."
There was a buzzing in her ears, and Kawashima Miji was so angry that she was shaking all over.
As a woman, being called a slut and a bitch in front of someone is tantamount to the most vicious form of humiliation. But what she is doing now makes her have no confidence to speak out to refute, so she can only hide her face behind Fujiwara Izaya
In his arms, he gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, trying not to cry.
Fujiwara Izaya felt her body trembling and hugged her tighter.
Kawashima Miji, who was helpless, grabbed his collar with both hands and yelled: "Shut them up!"
"Okay~"
Fujiwara Izaya put her down, rubbed her face with both hands, and then walked up to the bald head who called her the loudest just now.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
The bald man took a step forward, and the tall man stood in front of Fujiwara Izaya like a wall, trying to force him to stop.
But Fujiwara Izaya didn't stop, and slapped him away with his backhand.
A snapping sound resounded in the Buddhist hall, teeth splashed out along with blood, and the burly bald head retreated all the way to the side and back, kicking over an incense burner and two wreaths, and finally knocked over the coffin with a bang, and the portrait fell to the ground.
.
"ha?"
"What?"
This made the crowd excited. After being shocked, the remaining bald heads started shouting and wanted to surround them.
"How dare you do this!"
"You dare to hit someone if you do something wrong..."
"Beat these shameless men and women to death!"
The bald man who rushed the fastest rushed over from behind, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm, and tried to give it a squeeze. Fujiwara Izaya grabbed his arm with his backhand, grabbed his arm, and shook it hard. The man screamed "Ah!"
With a sound, his body spun around in the air and flew backwards, hitting the door of the Buddhist hall heavily.
"Pa~"
The wooden sliding door burst with a loud sound, and sawdust spewed out like blades. The deformed sliding door was knocked out of the door frame, flew backwards together with the bald body, and hit the ponding water in the courtyard heavily.
Another bald head jumped for a while: "This is not bad! Fujiwara Izaya, don't go too far..."
"roll!"
Fujiwara Izaya approached him instantly.
"ah--"
With a slap in the face, the big bald man screamed, covered his head, threw it and rolled on the ground.
"Boom~"
Outside the open door of the Buddhist hall, a heavy rain roared.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, a white light illuminated the room, and Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted: "Stop!"
The remaining nearly ten bald heads stopped their movements one after another and stared at Fujiwara Izaya with ferocious eyes.
Tsuchiya Kazuma took a deep breath.
calm!
Today is your first day in Tokyo. Be sure to calm down!
He couldn't make any mistakes in situations like this.
You know, the current police or detectives from Section 9 may be watching the scene and cannot make any mistakes.
"Master Fujiwara," Tsuchiya Kazuma forcibly suppressed his anger and asked with a stern face: "If you have any questions, we can discuss it slowly."
"discuss?"
Fujiwara Izaya turned his back to him and sneered.
Ignoring this guy, he walked a few steps forward, came to the place where the portrait fell, and stepped on it with his foot.
"Pa~"
The framed glass shattered, revealing the photo inside.
Burn it... Kawashima Miji wanted him to do this in her heart, but she couldn't say it out loud.
Then, Fujiwara Izaya bent down and picked up the photo. He looked around the room, and then...he was slightly stunned, and actually found the shadow of Kasahara Fuka-Eri in the crowd.
People from Lesson 9...
Come to attend the inauguration ceremony of a Yakuza boss.
Could it be that Section 9 has also noticed that this black spider group is involved in supernatural crimes?
The possibility is high.
After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards Kasahara Fuka-Eri.
The female police officer Bingshan stared at him, her eyes calm, her expression serious, and her eyes full of warning.
When he was about to walk in front of her, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly turned a corner and said to a middle-aged man in a suit next to him: "Borrow me a light."
The tone was as friendly as greeting an old friend of more than ten years. The man in the suit subconsciously took out a lighter and handed it to him: "Please use it."
Fujiwara Izaya directly took the photo and lit it on fire.
The guests present were in a slightly nervous mood, thinking that this could almost be regarded as a deadly feud.
The photo was burned to ashes and fell to the ground. Fujiwara Izaya stepped on it a few times before smiling kindly at the photo: "The mountain god loves you!"
"Pfft~"
Kawashima Miji couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Somehow, Fujiwara Izaya's absurd words were very to her liking. But as soon as she laughed, she found that everyone in the Buddhist hall turned their eyes again, and those eyes seemed to have confirmed that she had a relationship with him.
Legs like that.
Fujiwara Izaya turned around, winked at her and smiled.
As a result, everyone became more convinced of this. These two people were clearly showing off their affection in public.
"snort!"
Kawashima Meiji turned her face away proudly.
But she still felt very happy in her heart. She had no choice but to cover her lips and laugh spasmodically.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's gaze lingered on Kawashima Miki for a few seconds in confusion, and then turned back to Fujiwara Izaya, looking at him quietly without moving her gaze for a moment.
Just like a hunter lurking in the grass, waiting quietly for his prey to reveal its flaws.
She felt very confused.
According to the information she has, Fujiwara Izaya is a calm person.
He would not show up for no reason, even if the shrine was destroyed, and he would not show it to the public. Something must have happened that she was not aware of.
Sensing Kasahara Fuka-Eri's gaze in the corner, Fujiwara Izaya raised his eyebrows slightly.
Then, he ignored the sister and continued to do his own thing.
He is very unhappy now.
The shrine was smashed, and he had reason to be unhappy.
He had reason to be unhappy about the tragic deaths of Kitahara Hideki and Miss Momose.
There are many hundreds of ghosts hiding in the Beihara family's construction site, and he has reason to be unhappy.
Yes.
That's why.
As a priest, he was very unhappy about these matters.
Don't you want to force me to use my divine power to deal with ordinary people so that I can take away my title? Then I'll show you how I can overthrow all of your troops without using my divine power... Don't you like to plot in secret? Then I
I'm going to slap you hard in public and see if you dare to reveal your true identity...
yes!
Young monsters should not be so arrogant.
But he is a young man now.
Can you still be called a young person if you are not full of energy?
When encountering injustice, it is natural to have a young man's sense of justice.
Turning around, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards Tsuchiya Kazuma, always with an arrogant and scornful smile on his face, like a giant looking down at ants from above.
"Hey, wait a minute..." The man in a suit who handed him the lighter suddenly took his arm and whispered in his ear: "I am Taito District Governor Moriguchi Keimasa. How about that ends today?
It's too tense and it won't end well. For my sake, let's talk about it peacefully, okay?"
Fujiwara Izaya glanced at him: "If you say anything again, I'll beat you up too."
"..."
The governor's face darkened.
Feeling that he couldn't lose face, he exchanged glances with Tsuchiya and Ma, turned around and left.
After leaving the door, he quickened his pace, walked around the corner of the corridor, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hey, I want to call the police. Please come quickly and bring more people. Someone is going to do something bad to me. Who am I? Eight
Ga, I am your governor..."
In the Buddhist hall, Fujiwara Izaya approached Tsuchiya Kazuma step by step.
"New boss?" he asked mockingly.
Tsuchiya Kazuma clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms: "Any advice?"
Tolerate!
Bear with it a little longer!
After he endured it until the police arrived, it was no longer his turn to act wild.
"I don't dare to give you advice, I'm just here to settle accounts with you." Fujiwara Izaya pinched his knuckles and looked around with a smile: "During the Golden Week, my Asakusa Shrine was turned into ruins overnight, and even a wall was destroyed.
I couldn't stand up. Which of you did it? Do you dare to admit it?"
He was obviously smiling, but everyone in the room felt a little cold.
Kitahara Takaki, who hid outside the house, felt a slight movement in his heart.
Having grown up on a construction site since he was a child, he could naturally tell that the last worship hall of Asakusa Shrine was forcibly demolished. At that time, he was still confused as to who was so bold as to touch Master Fujiwara's things. Now,
Finally got it.
"No one dares to admit it?"
Fujiwara Izaya walked past the bald heads.
Everyone he looked at subconsciously lowered their gazes, not daring to look at each other.
Especially Jiro Araki, he didn't dare to raise his head from beginning to end.
"Jokudou, it's really not a thing." Fujiwara Izaya walked to a stool, stretched out his hand to drag the chair, and said as he walked: "Think about it, you went to a custom shop in a good mood and drank a small drink
After taking a bath, I came home and found that my home was gone! So, days without the Yakuza are good days!"
The bald heads couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when they heard this.
Kawashima Miji covered her mouth, suppressing laughter until her stomach hurt.
Regardless of how many bastard things Fujiwara Izaya had done to her, his current performance really made her feel relieved.
"You guys are such worms." Fujiwara Izaya dragged the stool around in a circle. No one jumped out to admit it, so he just banged it on the ground and sat on it with his legs crossed. "Give you a chance, come up.
Hit me."
Still no one said anything.
Fujiwara Izaya sat there, looking around as if he was facing the whole world, his eyes were cold and forbidding.
"I am lucky to be alive to collect debts from you," he said in a calm tone, and laughed again after a moment, "but some people are not so lucky, and I can only collect debts on their behalf."
In the messy Buddhist hall, he said such words, which made many people confused. They could only roughly guess that some of his friends or relatives were poisoned.
Only Kitahara Takaki, who was at the door, suddenly had tears in his eyes.
He knelt down on his knees and bowed slowly to Fujiwara Izaya: "Master, please seek justice for my brother."
As soon as these words came out, many guests had already thought about what happened behind their backs, or they made eye contact, or they were whispering and discussing with the people around them.
Naturally, the people in the Black Spider Group didn't want others to talk about this topic. Kazuma Tsuchiya walked up to Fujiwara Izaya and shouted: "That's enough, Fujiwara Izaya, you have made enough trouble today! You should take out your anger, please do it right away."
Leave, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude!”
Fujiwara Izaya leaned on the back of his chair, looked at him with disgust, and said every word: "Who are you?"
"You are so presumptuous!" Tsuchiya and Ma were so angry that their faces turned red.
"Go away, I'll deal with you later." Fujiwara Izaya stood up, walked to Kawashima Miki, pulled her up, and asked in a voice that only two people could hear: "Who is it?"
"..."
Kawashima Miji doesn't want to answer this question at all.
But the situation she is facing now is that everyone seems to think that she and Fujiwara Izaya are in the same group, and there seems to be no other choice except to rely on him temporarily.
In a tangled state, she accidentally glanced at Araki Jiro's gaze, which was caught by Fujiwara Izaya. His gaze immediately glanced at Araki Jiro, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
When Kawashima Miji saw his reaction, she snorted quietly at the tip of her nose.
Anyway, I didn’t say it... She gave herself a reason, and then she added in a very, very low voice: "That guy has bad intentions for me."
"clear!"
Fujiwara Izaya nodded.
Then, he dragged his stool and walked towards Araki Jiro with a stern look.
"You, what do you want to do..." Araki Erlang was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.
Tsuchiya Kazuma shouted: "Don't be too presumptuous!"
The matter has reached this level, and if Fujiwara Izaya is allowed to beat up Jiro Araki again, he, the new boss, will still have prestige at all.
But at this moment, a cold smile appeared on Fujiwara Izaya's lips.
The next moment, in a very short period of time before anyone could react, his figure appeared ghostly in front of Jiro Araki.
The chair was raised high and swung down hard.
Amidst the howling wind, Araki Jiro only had time to block it with his hand.
"Bang~"
Amidst the loud noise, sawdust was scattered all over the sky.
Araki Jiro's body fell to the ground, and he staggered back in fear. Fujiwara Izaya pressed forward, stepped on his knee hard.
There was a "click" sound.
One leg was directly twisted and deformed, and Senhan's pale bones penetrated.
"ah--"
Jiro Araki screamed and rolled in a pool of blood.
Tsuchiya Kazuma twisted his face and roared: "Come on, why are you still standing there, take him down!"
The scene instantly became chaotic. Some people rushed towards Fujiwara Izaya, while others screamed and ran away holding their heads. All kinds of sounds mixed with Araki Jiro's painful howling into a piercing noise.
"Amitabha~"
The monk, who had been hiding away for a long time, thought that he might not be able to receive the money today and it was important to save his life.
"Too presumptuous!"
"Whoever captures him first will be rewarded heavily!"
Under the roar of Tsuchiya and Ma, more bald heads surrounded them from all directions. After all, this was their home base and they could continuously replenish their manpower.
It turns out that more and more footsteps are gathering.
Among them, I even heard the "clang, clang, clang" sound of the katana being unsheathed.
Seven or eight bright blades of light flashed by. Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned and rubbed her temples as if she had a headache: "Really, this guy is so messy..."