Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"You planned all of this?!"

"You'd even scheme against your own daughter?!"

Dong Wenjue shook his head in denial.

"I didn't scheme against Maki; I just made her make a choice."

"If she can forget all of this and bury the hatred in her heart, it means that her personality is indeed not suitable for entering the underworld. I will arrange for her to live in a place you can't find, and live out the rest of her life in peace."

"But what if she's unwilling to let go of this hatred and wants to take back what's rightfully hers?"

"Well then, Yu."

"You are Maki's whetstone."

Dong Wenjue's smile suddenly turned somewhat eerie and sinister.

"Now that I know your plans, why didn't I deal with you sooner? Do you have an answer now?"

"I'm going to leave you to Maki. If Maki can beat you, then she will definitely have the strength to become the second head of the Tobunkai."

"If she loses, it's because she's not skilled enough and she has only herself to blame. Even though I've prepared a way out, I'm not sure I can protect her. Let's leave it to fate and see what happens to her."

Dong Wenjue moved his chair, stood up, and looked down at his younger brother with a somewhat indifferent expression.

"I climbed my way up from the very bottom of society. I understand the principle of 'no destruction, no construction,' and 'survival through adversity' better than anyone else."

"I'm willing to bet, I bet my daughter won't be mediocre!"

"If Maki wins this battle, then the Dongwen Society will be reborn in her hands, and many of the previous problems will disappear. My life's work will be perfectly handed over to Maki!"

"Then even if I die, I can rest in peace."

"Ah Yu, you're asking me if I committed suicide?"

"So what if I want to commit suicide?"

"At my age, I've lived enough. I've seen scenery that most people in this world have never seen. My life is legendary, enough to leave a strong mark on the history of the Yakuza."

"If my death can bring about Maki's phoenix-like rebirth, and ensure the eternal prosperity of the Tobunkai for a hundred years."

"My death is not worth regretting!"

Dong Wenjue spoke slowly and deliberately, his face contorted with rage, his arrogant aura of disregarding life and death overwhelming Dong Wenyu, almost suffocating him.

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Chapter 74 The Death of Dongwen

The atmosphere in the study froze. The two brothers, who looked alike, stared at each other, their eyes flashing with a cold light.

Time passed slowly, and Dong Wenyu suddenly let out a low laugh.

"As expected of you, big brother."

“You seem like the kind of person who would do something like this, but you can’t fool me.”

"You wouldn't do this unless absolutely necessary. Who would want to die when they can live? Things haven't reached a dead end yet!"

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"Is there something wrong with your health?"

Dong Wenyu also slowly stood up, his gaze level with Dong Wenjue's, his expression normal, showing no sign of anger or distress, having completely concealed his previous loss of composure.

Dong Wenjue raised an eyebrow, looking at his younger brother with a half-smile. He covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed a few times, but did not deny it.

"Ah Yu, are you not completely stupid yet?"

"We've worked side by side as brothers to get to where we are now, so you can't hide my health condition from me."

"I've played a venomous snake my whole life. When I got old, I wanted to be myself, but this venomous snake bit me back. I don't have much time left."

"Therefore, I am willing to use my remaining years to set up this game. Those who enter the game will rely on their own abilities. The winner will take all, and the loser will die without a burial place."

"Five years ago, right here, you roared, 'I made Maki succeed you, this is not fair to you.'"

"Now, do you think it's fair?"

Dong Wenyu's lips twitched, revealing a forced smile.

"That was just something I said in anger. I've long understood that there's no such thing as true fairness in this world."

"It's all just a dog-eat-dog world, where the winner takes all."

Dong Wenjue stared intently at his younger brother's face, chuckled softly, and sighed deeply.

"That's good if you think so."

"You're not entirely beyond redemption. That statue in your tea room isn't your ultimate reliance, is it? Are you planning to use one wolf to devour another and then reap the benefits?"

"Be careful not to play with fire and get burned!"

".never mind."

"As people get older, they tend to become more sentimental. I've been rambling on a bit, so let's stop with the small talk here."

He put down his katana, put his hands behind his back, raised his eyes slightly, and looked through the study wall as if gazing at the sky outside.

"Life is but fifty years, like a dream, an illusion; those who are born once, how can they not perish?"

Dong Wenjue's gaze gradually sharpened as he looked at his younger brother's face, revealing a relieved and carefree smile.

"Ah Yu, your older brother is going first."

"I believe that we brothers will meet again in the afterlife soon."

Outside the study, a growing number of people had gathered.

There was a ghostly aura surrounding him, and he wore a stiff-faced black suit.

More often, it was gangsters and armed groups that flocked in from all directions.

In order to seize power today, Dong Wenyu has almost exhausted all his strength and is prepared to go all out.

Unfortunately, Dong Wenjue's scheme backfired spectacularly, leaving him with nothing to show for his efforts.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the study door creaked open.

Dong Wenyu strode out with a gloomy expression, carrying a bloody human head in his hand.

It was Dong Wenjue, his hair now gray—his face was solemn, but a strange smile played on his lips, as if returning to the underworld was his long-cherished wish fulfilled.

Dong Wenyu swept his men around with a sinister look, forced a not-so-pleasant smile, raised the severed head in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"Dong Wenjue is dead. From today onwards, Dong Wenhui will be under my control, Dong Wenyu."

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

Although he said those words with great momentum, it was actually useless, because those present were basically Dong Wenyu's trusted subordinates. His show of force was like trying to wink at a blind man; it had no effect whatsoever.

The strategist Suzuki Hidema glanced at Higashi Bunkaku's severed head with a strange look, seemingly unable to believe that this legendary yakuza figure from Tokyo had died so easily.

He reacted quickly, clearing his throat to cover his lapse in composure, and stepped forward to bow.

"Greetings, President!"

With someone taking the lead, the gang members followed suit, bowing and pledging allegiance to Dong Wenyu.

Looking at the scene he had longed for, Dong Wenyu couldn't feel happy at all.

Did he win?

Doesn't count.

He had never beaten his elder brother in his entire life, and now that his elder brother was dead, he still hadn't won.

Everything I've done is under my elder brother's control, and this temporary position as the president of the Dongwen Association was deliberately given to me by my elder brother.

He wanted to become a whetstone for Maki Azuma's growth.

It makes me so angry just thinking about it!

Just then, Suzuki Hidema's phone vibrated. He took it out, looked at the number, answered the call, and his expression changed drastically after only a few words.

After whispering a few words, Suzuki Hideaki hung up the phone, leaned close to Dong Wenyu's ear, and spoke in a low voice.

"Lord Yu, something has happened."

"The people who went to intercept Maki Azuma were all wiped out. The location of the incident has been sealed off by the police, and it seems that other forces have intervened. Our people can't get in."

"According to the information we have received, all nine brothers of the Nine Demons are dead, and it is said that the killers were two little devils!"

Dong Wenyu's expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowed, and his aura became somewhat terrifying.

"Two brats, capable of defeating a demon that has possessed a human body?!"

"Hmph, I witnessed the ceremony that day myself. With the Nine Demons' current strength, even if they joined forces, that demon sword might not be able to do anything to them. How could they be killed by two brats!"

Dong Wenyu suddenly lowered his head and stared at his elder brother's head, which was still dripping blood in his hand. His cheeks twitched slightly as he muttered to himself.

"My dear brother, is this your backup plan?"

"Heh, besides those trusted subordinates and the sorcerer and demon sword, you also left other superhumans to help Maki?"

"You think you can stop me like this?!"

As he spoke, Dong Wenyu's face also turned ferocious.

He sneered as he stared at the already dead Dong Wenjue.

"Big brother, from childhood to adulthood, when it comes to using my brain, I've never beaten you."

"until

"That's how it is whether you die or not."

"but"

"I lost the scheming."

"In a physical contest, I might not necessarily lose!"

"You think a few brats can block my way?"

"I'm determined to take the position of president of the Dongwen Association!"