Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"These three long-established gangs have countless grudges against each other. One day it's someone who slept with whose wife, the next day it's someone who killed whose whole family. The conflicts of interest are layered upon layered. Such sordid things are everywhere."

"Perhaps those leaders were calm and rational enough, but they couldn't control their hot-blooded subordinates. The conflict erupted the day after the three parties chose to meet in Tokyo."

"The trigger for this incident was the assassination of the Yamaguchi-gumi's young leader in the street. He was seriously injured and died. The finger was pointed directly at the chairman of the Sumiyoshi-kai, and the person who did it was one of his confidants."

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Kudo Yuichi was silent for a few seconds, then let out a cold laugh.

"Qing, although I have no evidence, I speculate that this might have been done by Dong Wenjue at the time!"

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kiyoshi was startled. His mind raced, and he instantly understood the meaning behind his words.

Kudo Yuichi didn't say much, but after mentioning this, he continued, "Once a gang war breaks out, it's hard to end. In addition, the government at the time was happy to see it happen, and the Dongwen Association fanned the flames. The three-party talks turned into a three-party war, and the top executives of these three parties were basically all killed."

"When they finally got tired and came to their senses and wanted to stop, the three large gangs, with hundreds of subordinates, were reduced to nine groups."

"The leaders of these nine groups held secret talks and reached an alliance agreement, gathering the remaining forces of the three large gangs, shrinking their power, and investing all their resources in Tokyo for development, and then radiating outwards. Over time, this led to the formation of today's Kowloon Group."

"In other words, the nine dragons of the Kowloon Group may not necessarily be of one mind!"

"Back then, they also fought a war that resulted in countless deaths and injuries, and conflicts arose everywhere."

“Yuanlonghai’s Yuanhui started out with a group of assassins. They are not really on good terms with Jiushilongxin, the leader of the Nine Dragons Group.”

"Even if you kill Yuan Longhai with a single sword strike, the Nine Dragons Group won't come out in full force to cause you trouble. At most, some of his trusted subordinates will avenge their leader, which is inevitable."

"Humph"

"Qing, have you noticed? After that turmoil, three large triads were destroyed. Although the Kowloon Group was established, it was severely weakened. The government didn't gain any benefits. The only one that took the opportunity to grow bigger was Dong Wenjue of the Dong Wen Association!"

"This person shouldn't be underestimated."

"If this were during the Warring States period, he would probably be a figure like Oda Nobunaga."

As they were talking, Kudo Yuichi's phone suddenly vibrated. He took out his phone, tapped a few times, looked at the number, answered the call, and brought it to his ear.

"Well, it's me."

"Say"

"what?!"

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"I see."

Yuichi Kudo hung up the phone, his expression becoming incomprehensible—a rare display of intense emotion on his face.

Seeing this, Uesugi Kiyoshi asked with some concern.

"Yuichi, what's wrong? What happened?"

Kudo Yuichi wrinkled his nose, his expression a half-smile.

"Kiyoshi, [Oda Nobunaga] is dead."

He laughed a few times, seemingly confused, his laughter strange, and his tone became somewhat unsteady.

"Just received the message."

"Dong Wenyu, the leader of the Dongwen Society, launched a rebellion and killed his own brother, Dong Wenjue, at the Dongwen Society's headquarters."

"It is said that Dong Wenjue's head has been cut off and hung at the entrance of the Dongwen Association."

"Hehe. This is getting interesting."

"That poisonous snake... died so easily?"

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Chapter 72 Demon Sword

Dong Wenjue's study was located in a secluded corner of the Dongwenhui headquarters. This ruthless man, who had spent half his life in the military and almost single-handedly raised the Dongwenhui to the top of the Tokyo yakuza, enjoyed reading in his study in his spare time.

Today is no exception.

Perhaps because of the heavy rain, the environment was quieter than usual today.

In the exquisite study, furnished with antique-style furniture and filled with Japanese charm, Dong Wenyu sat at his desk, calmly reading some bound materials.

Dong Wenjue looked to be in his forties or fifties. The passage of time had left indelible marks on his face. His hair was already somewhat gray. Although he was still in good spirits, he was already entering his twilight years.

Besides Dong Wenjue, there was another person in the study.

That was a young girl.

She stood behind Dong Wenjue like a still sculpture; judging by her appearance alone, this girl was definitely no more than twenty years old.

She wore a dark black furisode kimono, with a sword at her waist. Her eyes were lowered, her features were dignified and beautiful, her figure was light and slender, and what was most eye-catching was her short silver hair. It didn't look dyed, but rather natural, which was somewhat eerie and made her look even more heroic.

This is the trusted general that Dong Wenjue left to his daughter, one of the two extraordinary "swords" of the Dong Wen Society, the Demon Sword Shencheng.

The linker who connects to the spirit of the historically famous swordsmith "Muramasa" and wields the cursed sword "Myoho Muramasa" is the strongest fighter in the Tobunkai after Tobun-kaku. Although he is only seventeen years old, he has already made a great name for himself in the Tokyo yakuza. He is the rookie of the Kowloon Group and the cursed sword of the Tobunkai. They are recognized as the two strongest young people in the Tokyo yakuza.

Dong Wenjue flipped through the documents in his hand, read them carefully several times, sighed softly, and put them on the table.

A photograph slipped out of the bound book, which was filled with densely printed text, as he moved.

The photo shows a boy wearing a high school uniform, carrying a dark purple sword pouch, with a gentle smile that hides a deep-seated determination.

It was Uesugi Kiyoshi who had been secretly photographed at some unknown time.

Dong Wenjue took off his slightly prescription reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Shencheng, have you looked at these documents?"

"So, how much of a chance do you have if you were to face my old friend's prized disciple?"

Shen Cheng's beautiful face remained unchanged, her head still lowered, and she replied in a cool tone, "I don't know, President."

"The outcome of a swordsman's battle can only be determined after the fight."

Dong Wenjue nodded slowly, a strange smile appearing on his lips.

"Xiuchuan said the same thing to me back then, huh."

"Uesugi Kiyoshi is a very interesting young man. I have been observing him for half a year. I don't know where Hidekawa found such a promising talent. He has always been luckier than me, and it seems that he is no exception in the matter of training disciples."

"However, with his laissez-faire teaching method, who knows which family might end up benefiting from this promising talent?"

"It seems that the Collectors' Association and the Shinsengumi have already contacted him?"

"Then I might as well get it for free."

Dong Wenjue's voice gradually lowered, his eyes flickered, as if he were talking to himself and did not expect anyone to answer him.

However, a few seconds later, Shen Cheng unexpectedly took over the conversation.

"President, is it because of this person that you had Kagura serve the young lady today instead of me?"

Dong Wenjue gathered the materials on the table, folded them up, took out a box of matches from the drawer, lit one, and set the document on fire.

The white paper, covered with writing, turned into ashes and emitted a burnt smell.

Dong Wenjue smiled easily, nodded, and admitted it.

"Yes, if you go, it will cause trouble."

“Kamizumi, I know you’re worried about Maki, and I’m worried about her too. She’s my only daughter.”

"but"

"She needs to grow and be tempered; she needs to make her own choices."

"Being Dong Wenjue's daughter is both a blessing and a curse. Sooner or later, she will have to face this cruel and cold-blooded world."

"If she continues to be so naive, she will die."

"No one can protect her forever. I can't, and neither can you. Maki Kamisumi needs a transformation."

At this point, Dong Wenjue stopped talking and coughed weakly a few times.

Shen Cheng raised her eyes, her expression somewhat complicated, and softened her voice even more.

"I understand, the president is definitely on the young lady's side."

"But guild master, why did you send out all your guards?"

"Your personal guards have all vanished from headquarters today. This is very strange. Now, the only one who can protect your safety is me."

"The Fujimura Group and the Amamiya Group, the two groups you trust most, are not present at headquarters today. Do you have any plans for them?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but Dong Wenyu's wolfish ambitions are almost undisguised. He has repeatedly convened secret meetings with the council's leaders and has also had ambiguous relationships with members of the Kowloon Group. I'm afraid."

Dong Wenjue seemed oblivious to Shen Cheng's words. He glanced at the clock on the wall and interrupted Shen Cheng's question.

I have my own plans.

"Hmph, even if this is just a trial for Maki, I will at least leave her with the means to turn the tables."

"The guards and Fujimura Amemiya's two groups are subordinates I can completely trust, so I had them transferred ahead of time."

"Alright, it's almost time."

"Don't ask so many questions. You should go too, Kasumi. Go find Maki."

Dong Wenjue gave an address.

"Find her, follow her, protect her."

The elderly man with gray hair slowly stood up, like a lion in its twilight years.

Dong Wenjue turned around, nodded slightly to Shen Cheng, and solemnly made the request.

"Maki's safety is in your hands!"

Upon seeing this, Shencheng hurriedly bowed in return.

"President! You flatter me, this is simply my duty!"

"But what about your safety if I leave?"

"Dong Wenyu, he..."

Dong Wenjue straightened up, casually picked up a sheathed samurai sword from the bookshelf in the study, and hung it at his waist.