Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Thinking of this, Aine suddenly felt a little guilty.

She remembered her previous absurd speculation about "soul exchange" and her inner unspeakable "tendency".

Should I...tell Soyorin this guess?

The thought only flashed through her mind before she quickly extinguished it.

No, no! This guess is too far-fetched! If I tell anyone, I'll definitely be considered an idiot! And...what if...what if it's not just a guess? Then...

Aine felt her head start to get confused again.

[Anon]: Uh... other information... seems... not available for now.

[Anon]: But I will continue to observe diligently! I will let you know if I find anything new!

She quickly changed the subject, trying to make up for her "slip of the tongue".

On the other side of the screen, Su Shi quickly replied with an emoticon that said "I know" and didn't say anything else.

After finishing her chat with Su Shi, Aine threw her phone aside and fell back onto the bed.

The complex and subtle feeling in my heart surged up again.

Moved, happy, guilty, confused...

There was also a hint of... a secret joy that even she herself couldn't explain, coming from being called a "favorable friend"?

Ugh...

The girl scratched her hair in annoyance.

I don’t understand! I don’t understand!

Don’t think about it! Go to sleep!

..

The night in Tokyo is very warm for some people, but not so friendly to others, such as Hidehiko Toyokawa at this moment.

After several sleepless days and nights, and mobilizing all the resources that the Toyokawa family could mobilize - a top team of lawyers, a professional public relations company, deep personal connections, and even paying some unknown "prices".

He was finally able to suppress the sudden and almost devastating crisis of Xinghui Entertainment.

While the tax bureau's audit is still ongoing, the most damning accusations have yet to be confirmed, thanks to the "skillful mediation" of his legal team and the "accidental disappearance" of some key evidence. While the stock price remains sluggish, its precipitous decline has finally been halted. And thanks to his combination of soft tactics, coaxing, and deceit, his lost partners and investors are showing signs of returning...

All in all, the giant ship of Star Entertainment that almost capsized has been temporarily stabilized and did not sink immediately.

But the price was heavy. The company's reputation plummeted, its vitality was severely damaged, and it would struggle for a long time to come.

In order to quell this turmoil, Hidehiko Toyokawa himself put in tremendous effort, financial resources, and some unspeakable "deals."

When the dust settled, Hidehiko Toyokawa sat alone in the empty office. Recalling the frustrations and humiliating concessions of the past few days, an uncontrollable hatred wrapped around his heart like a poisonous snake.

Seiichiro Kimura!

Just because of an inexplicable "festive" that he still couldn't understand, they launched such a fierce, almost self-destructive attack! Drag him into such an embarrassing situation!

How could he possibly swallow this anger? !

Of course, given his current situation and his fear of Kimura and the Soryukai's strength, it would be unrealistic and extremely stupid for him to personally lead people to cause trouble for Kimura.

But...it's easy to dodge a spear, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark.

A sinister and calculating glint flashed in Toyokawa Hidehiko's eyes.

He knew very early on that the current Canglong Society was no longer the terrifying existence that was created by that person, a solid entity that made the entire Kanto underworld tremble in fear.

Ever since the death of the young president who had risen like a comet and fallen so suddenly, the Soryukai had been mired in a prolonged power vacuum and factional strife. Several powerful young leaders, each acting independently, fought against each other for territory, resources, and ultimately, the presidency.

This "dragon" that once dominated Kanto has long lost its former glory. It is more like a dying dragon with endless internal strife and scars.

If it was the Soryu Kai when Kujo Renji was still alive, facing Kimura's provocation this time, he might really choose to swallow his anger and swallow his anger.

But now...

Humph.

An organization that is internally divided and full of contradictions is the best weapon he can use!

Although Seiichiro Kimura holds a high position within the Soryukai, he is by no means omnipotent.

He must also have political enemies and competitors who covet his position and resources.

All he had to do was... cleverly and anonymously pass on the evidence that Kimura had "disregarded the interests of the organization," "acted on his own initiative," and "brought disaster upon himself" to those wakashiras within the Soryukai who were at odds with Kimura...

Then, there is no need for him to do anything himself. Kimura Seiichiro will naturally have countless troubles coming to him, and he may even... burn himself.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife is the most clever and safest way of revenge.

Among the several young leaders of the Blue Dragon Society, Toyokawa Hidehiko has already locked in the most suitable candidate in his heart, who is the one he once worked with.

——White stone tiger.

In Tokyo's underworld, this name is almost synonymous with "mad dog" and "reckless man".

Unlike several other young leaders who are either shrewd or good at manipulating others, Bai Shihu is more like a pure thug.

He came from a lowly background and climbed to his current position through sheer recklessness and bloody fighting. His style of action was extremely impulsive and violent, believing in violence as the solution to everything. It seemed that his mind was devoid of anything except fighting, killing, and seizing territory.

But precisely because of this, such people are the easiest to incite.

As long as you use some verbal provocation and promise some benefits, such as the territory or business he can take over after Kimura's downfall, this "mad dog" will definitely pounce on Kimura without hesitation and bite him tightly!

Moreover, with Shiraishi Toraya's simple and rough style of doing things, it would inevitably bring huge and unpredictable troubles to the meticulous Kimura Seiichiro! Let them fight each other, and both sides would suffer losses. This is exactly the situation that Toyokawa Hidehiko is most happy to see!

In addition to revenge on Kimura, Toyokawa Hidehiko has a deeper plan.

Although he was not clear about the relationship between Kimura Seiichiro and Toyokawa Shoko, he keenly realized that Kimura's actions this time were likely related to Shoko.

Then, directing the blame towards Kimura Seiichiro, causing unrest within the Soryukai because of Kimura... Toyokawa Shoko would inevitably be implicated as well! Perhaps even... be dragged into the conflict?

When he thought that his niece, who always caused him trouble, might suffer misfortune because of this, Toyokawa Hidehiko felt a morbid pleasure in his heart.

And...Wakaba Mutsu.

Since Bai Shihu is also a "reckless man", why not...give him some more "tasks"?

For example, suggesting that he should "solve" Wakaba Mu's problem?

Get rid of this hot potato completely from yourself?

Even...if done right, perhaps they could cleverly shift the blame for Wakaba Mu's disappearance or accident onto Toyokawa Sadaharu? After all, Mu left Tsuki no Mori because of Shoko. If something happened to her around Shoko...

Haha, by then, not only will I be able to completely get rid of Mori Minami's entanglement, but I can also use the Wakaba family's blame to create trouble for the old fox Toyokawa Sadaharu.

Kill three birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, a sinister light flashed in Hidehiko Toyokawa's eyes!

He seemed to have seen the "beautiful" future in which Seiichiro Kimura was in a state of panic, Toyokawa Tora was too proud of himself, Shoko Toyokawa and Mutsushi Wakaba encountered misfortunes, and Sadaharu Toyokawa was in a state of panic!

"secretary!"

He pressed the intercom button, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Yes, Mr. Toyokawa." The secretary's respectful voice came.

"Bring me my...encrypted phone," he ordered.

Soon, a thick, black satellite phone that looked different was delivered.

Hidehiko Toyokawa waved his hand to let his secretary leave and closed the office door.

His fingers trembled slightly, but he still pressed the dial button firmly.

The sound of the phone being connected was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

Beep...beep...

Toyokawa Hidehiko's heart also beat faster and faster with the monotonous prompt tone.

The phone...is connected.

A deep, hoarse, and violent male voice came from the receiver.

...

Tokyo, underground in an abandoned warehouse.

The air was dirty and hot, filled with sweat, cheap alcohol, rust, and a faint smell of blood.

The glaring incandescent lights hung from the low ceiling, illuminating the crude arena in the center, which was surrounded by rough hemp rope and stained with dark stains, with a pale white light.

The area around the ring was filled with excited, roaring and shouting people, waving banknotes and fists as if they were performing some kind of primitive and fanatical sacrifice.

On the ring, a "fight" without any rules and aesthetics is reaching a white-hot stage.

One of them was a bald man with a body as big as an iron tower and muscular body. His face and body were covered with old scars. His eyes were fierce and every punch he threw was accompanied by a dull sound. He was obviously an experienced underground boxer.

His opponent, on the other hand, seemed somewhat out of place.

The man was also shirtless, but compared to his opponent, his physique could only be considered sturdy.

His bronze skin was covered with large, hideous traditional Japanese tattoos, extending from his neck to his wrists, covering almost every visible inch of his skin.

The most eye-catching thing is the lifelike picture of a tiger descending the mountain, which occupies the entire back. As his muscles expand, the tiger seems to come alive, emitting a heart-pounding murderous aura.

His hair was shaved very short, almost flat, which further highlighted his angular and rugged face.

Beneath his thick eyebrows were a pair of eyes that always burned with a manic flame. Their gaze was as fierce and direct as a hungry wolf, full of primitive, undisguised aggression. He wore no protective gear, and even the bandages wrapped around his hands looked somewhat casual.

This was Shiraishi Tora, one of the current Wakagashira of the Soryukai, known throughout the Tokyo underworld as the "Mad Tiger" for his mad dog-like ferocity and reckless fighting style.

At this moment, he was enjoying this pure feast of violence filled with blood and sweat.

Compared to sitting in the office and scheming and calculating interests, he prefers this kind of "communication" that is simple and direct.

Pain can stimulate his nerves, blood can ignite his excitement, and the opponent's wailing and fear can bring him a morbid sense of satisfaction that he is in control of everything.

The bald strong man's fist came again with a whistling sound, aiming at Bai Shihuye's face.

This punch was so powerful that if an ordinary person were hit by it, his brain would probably burst immediately.

However, Bai Shihu did not dodge or evade, and even showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

He suddenly took a step forward and hit the opponent's fist with his forehead!

"boom!"

A dull, bone-colliding sound!

The bald strong man groaned in pain, feeling as if his fist bone had hit a piece of hard granite. The huge reaction force made his arm numb.

Bai Shihu, on the other hand, seemed completely unmoved! A trace of blood oozed from his tattooed forehead, but this only fueled his ferocity! He took advantage of the moment his opponent faltered in pain and lunged forward like a tiger descending from a mountain!

No fancy techniques, no complicated footwork, only the most primitive, direct and effective attacks!

Knee strike! Elbow strike! Headbutt!

Each of his attacks was aimed at the opponent's most vulnerable parts - ribs, jaw, and temple!

The movements are fast, accurate, and ruthless, full of destructive power!

The bald man was beaten back step by step, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and fear began to show in his eyes. He tried to fight back, but Bai Shihu's attacks were like a storm and continuous, not giving him any chance to breathe!

"Ow—!"

Bai Shihu also let out a beast-like roar, seized an opportunity, and threw a fierce right hook, like a battering ram, smashing it hard on the bald man's chin!

"Crack!"

A teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking was heard!

The bald man's body fell straight back like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the dirty floor of the ring with a thud. He completely lost consciousness, with only a liquid mixed with saliva and blood still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

KO!

The crowd below the ring instantly erupted in even more frantic cheers and screams! Banknotes were thrown like snowflakes at the blood-soaked man in the center of the ring!

Bai Shihu also stood in the center of the ring, breathing heavily. Sweat trickled down his angular face, mixing with the blood on his forehead, adding a touch of ferocity. He glanced down at his unconscious opponent at his feet, a cruel yet satisfying grin spreading across his lips.

Then he raised his hand and raised his middle finger, which was stained with sweat and blood, to the crazy crowd below the stage, as if declaring his victory.

He stopped, sweat dripping from his body and his chest heaving violently.

The exhilarating fight just now made him feel like every muscle in his body was burning and every cell was screaming with excitement.

He grabbed a dirty towel draped over the ropes of the ring and wiped the sweat and blood off his face.