A person in Japan, a sword that soars to immortality.

Outskirts of Asakusa.

Taiyi crossed the green rice paddies and looked at a huge house not far away. He took out a bag of yam buns from his pocket and placed it in the hands of the little boy beside him.

"Is this the headquarters of the Red Scorpion family?"

"Yes, uncle, that's the Red Scorpion family. There are a lot of scary people in there, and they even kidnap pretty little girls. I heard that Ah Zhen from our village was kidnapped by them."

The little boy stuffed the yam bun into his mouth, and his cheeks instantly bulged out in a round arc.

"Brother Taiyi, you're not planning to just rush in, are you?"

Rantaro, bent over with his hands on his knees, said breathlessly.

They were panting heavily. After leaving the Fire Thieves' camp, it took them more than two hours to find the Red Scorpion family's headquarters.

Logically speaking, the Yakuza people today are basically like bandits, with most of them hiding their base in the mountains.

Few gangs like Jingyilang uphold the spirit of chivalry. Because of their clean background, they are tacitly approved by the government to establish their headquarters in the city, with gang leaders acting as their subordinates.

"What? Are you scared? Rantaro the Hunter of Sin?"

Taiichi glanced at Rantarō out of the corner of his eye and said in a sarcastic tone.

Because he successfully approached Bloodwind Gobei undetected in the abandoned temple guarded by dozens of henchmen and subdued him.

After Rantaro returned to the Fire Pirates, his colleagues gave him this nickname.

"Who's afraid! I'm just worried that the weapons these people have might be a threat to us!"

Rantaro's face fell, and he said in exasperation.

Although he spoke in a hurry, Taiichi understood his concerns.

Unlike thieves, the Yakuza had fixed strongholds and did not need to wander around.

Therefore, the Yakuza took extra care in protecting their strongholds, and the weapons they were equipped with were far superior to those of the thieves.

Swords and the like are not unusual, spears and armor may also be available, but the most deadly thing is the arquebus!

The arquebus is a matchlock gun. Don't be fooled by its slow reload speed; a single shot can take down a highly skilled swordsman.

"No, don't worry, I'm here."

Taichi put his hand on Rantaro's shoulder, but the other man angrily slapped his hand away.

"That's not the point, okay? Even though the Fire Thief has the right to wield a knife, we still need evidence!"

"If we just charge straight in like this, even if we catch them in the end, we won't be able to convict them!"

Rantaro said in despair.

“Who says there’s no evidence?” Taiyi smiled, then stroked the little boy beside him and said, “Isn’t this evidence of human trafficking?”

Little boy: “???”

Rantaro: "???"

Then Taiyi laughed loudly, drew his katana from his waist, and walked openly toward the large house where the Red Scorpion family headquarters was located.

"Taiyi! Oh my god, this is absolutely outrageous!"

Rantaro slapped his thigh, then his eyes darted around before he started running towards the back of the house.

In front of the main entrance.

Five Yakuza men, covered in tattoos, were either squatting on the ground or leaning against the door frame, chatting idly.

Upon seeing a samurai dressed in a black haori over a white kimono and hakama, carrying a sword and approaching them, they all stood up and asked menacingly:

"Hey! Stop right there! This isn't a place for you!"

"This is the place I'm coming to."

Bang!

As soon as Taiyi finished speaking, he used his feet alternately to exert force, and charged forward with his sword.

"Oh no, someone's here..."

Yakuza, standing at the very front, had only spoken halfway when his vision was overwhelmed by the endless flash of blades.

[General point +1]

Without even looking, Tai, with the headless Yakuza behind him, instantly unleashed four slashes at the still-dazed group.

[General point +4]

Snapped!

With a sideways flick, a string of blood droplets splattered onto the ground.

Taiyi then walked inside with a cold face and no expression.

At the same time, Rantaro also circled around to the back wall of the house.

Although there were no trees this time, fortunately the wall wasn't too high, and he easily climbed over it with just a running start.

After landing with a flourish, Rantaro first straightened his clothes before slowly turning around.

"Um... hello everyone."

With his lips twitching wildly, Rantarō looked at the dozen or so shirtless, muscular men in front of him practicing their punches on a wooden stake, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

Boom, boom.

A burly man covered in tattoos that resembled a vest approached him with a sinister grin, his fists clenched.

"Wait a moment!"

Rantaro raised his hand, signaling the other person to stay where they were.

The Yakuza, who had already surrounded them, were indeed stunned by this sudden remark.

Then, Rantaro, with a normal expression, first took off his straw sandals and then tightened his tabi socks.

"I'm sorry, please pretend I was never here!"

With a strange cry, Rantaro ran away, hugging the wall.

"Damn it, grab him!"

"I thought it was some kind of expert, but it scared the hell out of me!"

"I'm going to break all ten of my fingers, one by one!"

Hululu~

A cloud of dust rose as Rantaro, tongue lolling out, ran away frantically, pursued relentlessly by a group of Yakuza who gritted their teeth in fury.

Taiyi, who had already entered the main house, was still puzzled by the deserted surroundings.

"This is the Yakuza's headquarters? Why don't we see a single person?"

While I was still wondering what was going on, I suddenly heard faint sobbing and cursing coming from upstairs.

"Shut the hell up, all of you!"

"Stop crying! You should be thanking me for sending you to Yoshiwara!"

"You're all a bunch of muddy country bumpkins, it's hard for you to even get a bowl of white rice. If you go to Yoshiwara, you'll have delicious food every day, and you can even eat grilled fish with every meal!"

On the second floor of the large house, Sakura Scorpion, the eldest son of the Red Scorpion family, was shouting loudly at the little girls huddled in the corner.

Under his sweet talk, upon hearing that they could eat white rice and grilled fish every day, most of the crying children immediately stopped sobbing.

"Hehe, Big Brother is really something. He took down these little brats in just a few words..."

A henchman stood at the top of the stairs, facing Sakura Sasori, and began to flatter him, but he stopped halfway through his sentence.

"You brat, why don't you continue... ah!"

As Scorpion Kawa turned his head, just about to tell his underling to continue, he noticed a red line suddenly starting from his underling's forehead and spreading downwards until, with a whoosh, his underling was split in two.

Upon seeing the samurai appear, he immediately sprang to attention and then ran toward a box.

"Iron Terracotta Warrior, kill him!"

The iron terracotta warrior, its face covered in scars, ripped its shirt off, revealing its body covered in tattoos, and slashed at Taiyi with its sword.

But to Taiyi, this attack was like a movie in slow motion.

With just one basic step, he dodged the opponent's attack and then slashed his abdomen with a knife.

Passing the iron terracotta warrior kneeling on the ground, clutching its bleeding belly, Taiichi pointed his sword at Scorpion Morikawa, who had his back to him, and coldly said:

"Either surrender or die."

"Hehehe, I should be saying that to you!"

As Scorpion Kawa turned around, he simultaneously raised a lit iron cannon and aimed it at Taiichi.

"Go to hell!"

Bang!