Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

In the blink of an eye, his expression changed drastically, and his eyes suddenly flashed with an extremely dazzling, cold light.

At this moment, he was no longer an elderly man concerned about his daughter, but a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of Tokyo's yakuza, wielding boundless power and stained with countless lives.

"Don't worry about me. I'm the treacherous, heartless, and lawless viper from Dongwen that everyone talks about."

"Hey"

"I'm not so old that I can't lift a knife!"

"Go quickly, don't let all my efforts go to waste!"

Shen Cheng bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered a "yes".

With a stern face, she left the study and gently closed the door behind her.

When she turned around, her face was filled with murderous intent.

Not far in front of her, outside the small gate of the study's courtyard, stood a plump figure dressed in a kimono.

He looked seven or eight parts like Dong Wenjue, with a fake smile on his face and fierce eyes. Someone was holding an umbrella beside him, and countless people in black suits stood behind him.

Dongwenyu, the Wolf of Dongwen.

Here comes the underdog to overthrow the superior!

Chapter 73 Brothers

Shen Cheng gently placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

That was her family heirloom sword, the demon sword Myōhō Muramasa, which had been with her for over a decade.

Over the centuries, this knife has drunk the blood of countless people and delivered the souls of the dead.

This is an extremely malevolent weapon, said to be cursed by ghosts and gods, which will cause its wielder to harm their loved ones sooner or later.

This curse has given her unparalleled sharpness—to this day, Shen Cheng has not encountered anything she cannot cut.

I believe Dong Wenyu's neck will be no exception.

Just as a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, as if she were about to draw her sword, Dong Wenjue's calm yet authoritative voice came from the study behind her.

"Shen Cheng, the overall situation is more important."

"Go ahead, don't do anything unnecessary."

Concealing his boundless killing intent, Shen Cheng grunted, and without even opening an umbrella, walked straight towards Dong Wenyu in the pouring rain with a cold face.

As she brushed past Dong Wenyu, every muscle in her body was tense. If this traitor made any move, she would strike first and cut off his head.

Unfortunately, Dong Wenyu merely gave her a forced smile, then waved his hand, ordering his men to clear a path for her, and let her leave.

Shen Cheng did not want to disobey the chairman's orders. Over the years, Dong Wenjue's image in the eyes of the Dong Wen Association members was like that of a god, who was infallible and invincible. In Shen Cheng's subconscious, he did not believe that Dong Wenyu could threaten Dong Wenjue's life.

Since the chairman has set up the plan, as subordinates, we should obey orders and not jeopardize the chairman's important matter.

Dong Wenyu watched coldly as Shen Cheng's figure disappeared into the rain. After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head, ignored her, and walked straight to the door of his study.

His trusted advisor and confidant, Suzuki Hideaki, the head of the Suzuki Group, who was holding an umbrella for him, spoke with some confusion.

"Lord Yu, why let her go? She is Dong Wenjue's right-hand woman. Killing her would eliminate a major threat."

Dong Wenyu snorted and shook his head.

"Don't cause any more trouble, Suzuki. The Demon Blade Shinzumi is not a cat or dog that can be easily dealt with. If this woman gets angry, I'm afraid a lot of my wealth will be lost to her. There's no need for that!"

"It seems that my elder brother is going to send her out. I can guess the reason. It's probably because the news that my elder brother's beloved daughter was intercepted and killed by the Nine Ghosts and their men has reached us. So my elder brother is anxious and has sent Demon Blade to provide assistance."

"Hey! Everything's going according to plan!"

"I have 80% of the leaders in the guild under my control, and neither the Demon Blade nor the Witch Blade are with me. What makes you think you can fight me, Brother?"

With a hint of excitement, Dong Wenyu muttered something under his breath, then walked to the study door and waved his hand.

Suzuki Hidema and the men in black stopped in response.

"Stay outside and wait for my orders. I'm going to talk to my older brother."

After years of long-cherished wish, Dong Wenyu finally revealed a smug smile. He knocked on the door and, without waiting for Dong Wenjue's reply, pushed the door open and entered.

He casually closed the door, suppressing his surging emotions, and stared intently at his older brother, his eyes filled with expectation, hatred, and a complex mix of feelings that were hard to describe.

Sitting behind his desk, Dong Wenjue raised his eyelids to glance at his younger brother, waved, and spoke in a calm and unperturbed tone, just like he would when he greeted someone.

"Ah Yu, you're here?"

"Come and sit."

Dong Wenyu casually closed the door, cautiously surveying the study. Finding no ambush or trap, he hesitated for a moment before walking over to Dong Wenjue and sitting down in the chair.

"It seems my elder brother knew I was coming all along?"

Dong Wenyu took a short sword from his waist and casually stroked it, his tone gradually calming down.

Dong Wenjue chuckled and shook his head dismissively.

"Ah Yu, I'm old, but I'm not blind yet."

"Do you think you can hide from me your efforts to win over those officials through both soft and hard tactics?"

"There aren't many things in all of Tokyo that I can keep from you."

Stop lying to yourself.

Dong Wenjue reached out and fumbled under the desk for a while, then suddenly broke off a small black component and threw it in front of Dong Wenyu.

“Three months ago, you came to me to report something, and took the opportunity to plant this bugging device in my study, right under my nose. Do you think I really didn’t notice?”

"Let me guess how you convinced those executives in the organization—you released the recording of my conversation with Maki, making them believe that I would eliminate those dirty jobs, prepare to clean up the Dongwen Association, and definitely hand over the position of the second-generation leader to Maki."

“Those short-sighted people have always looked down on Maki, and now that they know their source of income has been cut off, it won’t be difficult for you to use some tricks to get them to work for you.”

“We started from scratch. In order to expand our strength in a short period of time, I used the strategy of alliances and mergers to recruit many gangs who were willing to join us. This has led to the current Dongwen Society’s cadres being of mixed quality, with all sorts of people. It’s not surprising that this kind of thing has happened.”

Dong Wenjue casually uttered words that sent chills down Dong Wenyu's spine.

"Ha, since you know all this, why do you still let me do as I please? The groups that were loyal to you have been transferred away, your personal guard [Shachu] is not by your side, and even the demon sword Shencheng has been sent out. Could it be that you want to commit suicide, brother?"

Although his plan had been exposed and he felt somewhat uncertain, Dong Wenyu remained calm and composed—now that things were already at a standstill, there was no turning back.

Today, only one of him and his elder brother can survive. He has also prepared many contingency plans. Although he cannot say that this uprising will be a sure victory, he will definitely not admit defeat easily.

Dong Wenyu gave a somewhat awkward smile, staring intently at his elder brother's face, and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that elder brother has finally come to his senses and agreed to hand over Dongwen Society to me, which is why he sent all his trusted confidants away to show his sincerity?"

Dong Wenjue laughed out loud upon hearing this. He shook his head, glanced at his younger brother's gloomy face, and said with a smile, "It's not night yet, don't talk nonsense."

Dong Wenyu gritted his teeth and said slowly, "Brother, now that things have come to this, I won't say anything useless. We are brothers from the same mother, and I don't want to fight each other or turn against each other."

"As long as you agree to acknowledge my identity as the second generation leader and hand over the Dongwen Association to me intact, I guarantee I won't harm Maki, and I'll ensure her lifelong wealth and status. You can also find a place you like to live out your days in peace—wouldn't that be better?!"

Dong Wenjue stared at his younger brother for a long time with a half-smile, then sighed.

"You're still so greedy, Ah Yu. Do you want my connections in the smuggling business?"

"Heh, that's right. More than half of the Dongwen Society's profits now come from smuggling. I control all those channels, and you can't get involved at all. Given your personality, since the Dongwen Society is so easy to obtain, you'll naturally want to fight for more."

"You're playing these games with me, it's pointless."

Do you even believe what you just said?

"Heh heh. You think you can live a life of wealth and glory? Do you agree? Do the spirits behind you agree?"

Upon hearing this last sentence, Dong Wenyu could no longer contain himself and abruptly stood up, drawing his wakizashi from its sheath, as if the gleaming blade could bring him some sense of security.

My older brother actually knew that Maki was chosen as a sacrifice by the demons?!

"Big brother, what else do you know?!"

The words, forced out through gritted teeth, were finally out of Dong Wenyu's control as his deepest secret was exposed.

Dong Wenjue glanced at his younger brother with a nonchalant air and said softly, "I know much more than you think."

"Alright, sit down, don't be so undignified."

"No matter what, this is the last time we brothers will sit down and chat. Whether we fight or kill, we can talk about it after we're done. There's plenty of time."

Dong Wenyu sat back down with a sullen face, shut his mouth, and stopped talking.

"Thinking back now, the last time my brothers and I had such a heart-to-heart talk was five years ago, wasn't it?"

"That day you asked me, somewhat exasperated, why you were handing the Dongwen Association over to Maki instead of you, because you felt you were more suitable to take over the Dongwen Association than Maki."

I didn't answer you then, so I'm making up for it today.

"Because you are just my younger brother, and Maki is my daughter, it's that simple."

"The fruits of my life's struggle cannot be taken with me when I die, and my only wish is to pass them on to Maki and pass them on. It may sound ridiculous, but that's what I really think."

"She is my daughter, the continuation of my life. Everything I do is for her, do you understand?"

Before his younger brother could answer, Dong Wenjue shook his head.

"You wouldn't understand. People say I'm as ruthless as a snake, but I know that when it comes to being vicious and heartless, you're no less than me."

Dong Wenjue paused, then changed the subject.

"Ayu, do you think Maki is suitable to take over the Dongwen Association?"

Dong Wenyu snorted disdainfully and said coldly, "Why does elder brother ask questions he already knows the answer to? I've watched Zhenxi grow up. She's too kind-hearted and insists on that incomprehensible compassion. She's more suited to being a carefree rich young lady than to leading the Dongwen family."

Dong Wenjue nodded in agreement.

"You're right. Maki is still a long way from becoming a qualified yakuza leader."

"She needs to transform, she needs to be tempered, she needs to be reborn from the ashes."

"She needs a stage, an opportunity, and a war."

“This child lost her mother when she was young and is only close to me. If you were to ask who she cares about and values ​​the most in this world, it would only be me.”

"you say."

"Her most beloved father died at the hands of her own uncle, her family business was seized, and countless people died to protect her. She carries the burden of hatred and her father's last wish. Would this level of stimulation be enough to transform a naive young lady into a qualified leader of the Yakuza?"

"It's even more perfect than the script in the TV series, isn't it?"

Dong Wenyu could no longer contain himself. He seemed to have thought of something, and his face was full of disbelief.