Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 427 - 377: Where did Dongye Yuusei go? In this river? _2

Chapter 427: Chapter 377: Where did Dongye Yuusei go? In this river? _2

Moreover, the voice wasn’t coming from above.

It was coming from ahead.

Dongye Yuusei swallowed his saliva and subconsciously lowered his footsteps, following the sound forward. He peeked around the corner and saw two young men, one fat and one thin, wielding tools and drilling into the sewer wall.

What were they doing? Maintaining the sewer?

But it looked more like they were causing damage, didn’t it?

As he stared at the fat and thin monk in front of him, he felt an itch on his calf and subconsciously reached down to scratch it, only to touch something furry.

It was a rat.

"Ah, damn it!"

He realized too late, yelped, and instantly withdrew his hand while frantically kicking his leg, flinging a rat the size of a fist several meters away.

"Who!"

Hearing the sound, the fat and thin monk drilling the sewer wall dashed over to him.

Dongye Yuusei reflexively turned and ran.

"Brother, it seems to be a vagrant."

"Catch him! Don’t let him get away!"

The fat and thin monk chased after him madly.

The three of them—one fleeing, two in pursuit—darted around the intricate sewer system, stepping on filthy wastewater that splashed and popped, creating a series of splashes.

Dongye Yuusei, having not properly eaten in three days, quickly ran out of strength, the distance between him and his pursuers narrowing as his panic grew.

He didn’t actually know what those two were up to.

But they didn’t look like good people, so...

Wait!

Right now, I seem to be the one who’s not the good person!

And I even have a gun on me!

It was all because his identity switched too quickly; after being a law-abiding citizen for so long, his demeanor and thinking hadn’t kept up.

Dongye Yuusei slowed down, stopped, and slowly turned to face the panting fat and thin monk.

"Hey... kid! Run! Keep running! Can’t run anymore, huh motherfucker, weren’t you quite the runner earlier?"

The fat monk, sporting a center parting similar to Brother Kun’s, cursed breathlessly, his forehead soaked with sweat, his eyes glaring maliciously at Dongye Yuusei.

"You little..." The thin monk also prepared to vent his anger with a few harsh words, but upon clearly seeing Dongye Yuusei’s face, his expression froze and his forthcoming words took a sudden turn, "Handsome guy out for a night run."

"What the hell are you on about?" the fat monk glared at him, licking his chapped lips, "Get your weapons ready, let’s do this together."

As he spoke, he pulled out a baton from behind his waist, twirling it in his hand as he slowly approached Dongye Yuusei.

"Bro... Brother, let’s... let’s go, we still need to fix the sewer," the thin monk stammered, grabbing him.

"Fix what, we’ve been knocking around bricks for two days, pretending we’re really fixing the sewer?" the fat monk stopped in his tracks, frowning, "We won’t resolve this without dealing with him. Once this all comes out, this kid will be a witness for the police! What’s there to fear, we’ve already decided to do something big, might as well start with killing someone to build up our courage!"

Obviously, they hadn’t killed anyone before.

"Wanted, wanted," the thin monk muttered repeatedly under his breath, squeezing out a forced smile at Dongye Yuusei, "Ha, don’t mind it... my brother’s brain got clamped by a door when he was little, doesn’t work too well."

Dongye Yuusei could already see the fear in their eyes, his mouth curling into a sinister smile.

"Your brain’s the one that’s not working, what’s really wrong with it?" the fat monk broke free from the thin monk’s grip.

Left with no choice, the thin monk grabbed him again and quickly whispered, "He’s Dongye Yuusei."

"Do..." The fat monk, about to dismissively say something, suddenly froze, cutting off mid-sentence, his spinning baton dropping to the ground as he turned to look at Dongye Yuusei, his face twitching into a smile, "Dong... Dong Dong Dong, sorry buddy, we were making noise fixing the sewer Dong Dong Dong, really sorry, we shouldn’t have worked during your rest time. Rest assured, it won’t happen again, we’ll be off, you get some sleep."

As he finished speaking, he immediately turned to leave.

"Stop," Dongye Yuusei said coolly.

The already turning fat and thin monk froze mid-step, exchanging a look and forcing out smiles uglier than cries, beads of sweat covering their foreheads.

Dongye Yuusei, a man with almost sixty lives on his hands, capable of silencing a child’s night cries and driving the police mad, was now known by everyone in Japan.

Just moments ago, they were thinking of silencing him.

Now they were worried about being silenced themselves.

The two felt they had never been so unlucky in their lives, to run into this fierce god even in the sewer. This river? This was clearly a sewer!

"Can’t you hear? Don’t make me shoot."

Dongye Yuusei’s voice rose again.

"Plunk!"

Without hesitation, the two turned and knelt, splashing water a meter high as they begged for mercy, one after the other.

"Don’t, don’t, don’t! Don’t shoot! Brother Dongye, don’t kill us, we will definitely not report you!"

"Yeah, yeah, meeting in the sewer must be fate. Brother Dongye, please spare me! My friend’s wife is pregnant!"

If someone else had threatened to shoot them, they might not have believed it, but those words coming from Dongye Yuusei’s mouth meant no one in Japan could disbelieve him.

After all, he had already killed dozens of people.

Would he care about killing a few more?

Seeing the two sobbing and weeping, Dongye Yuusei felt an indescribable sense of achievement inside. They were afraid of him; was there anyone in Japan now who wasn’t?

Could this be considered a sort of twisted success?

Ha!

"What are you doing? Don’t tell me you’re fixing the sewer, that’s crap," Dongye Yuusei asked.

"This..." The two looked at each other, baffled.

Finally, the skinny one gritted his teeth and said, "We were planning to break through the sewer and rob a bank vault."

"Are you idiots?" Dongye Yuusei’s eyes widened as he stared at them as if they were fools.

The fat one felt somewhat defiant and cautiously retorted, "Attacking from underground, just like the Chinese guerrillas attacked us back in the day through numerous tunnels, isn’t it stealthy?"

"A bank vault is generally encased in steel on all six sides; don’t you know this basic fact? Even if you managed to reach the vault through the sewer, you wouldn’t be able to open it! Are you planning to cut it open forcefully? That’s no better than a blatant robbery," Dongye Yuusei pointed out hopelessly.

"Ah! So it’s... like that?"

The fat and thin monk were stunned; their intellect and knowledge only stretched so far. The point Dongye Yuusei had made was beyond their comprehension.

"That’s it for today. Since you’ve stumbled upon me, I have to send you on your way."

Dongye Yuusei said, pretending to pull the trigger.

"Don’t, don’t, don’t! No, please! Don’t kill us, we really won’t report you! Truly!"

"Yeah, we were already planning on robbing a bank. How could we possibly report Brother Dongye!"

The two were terrified out of their wits, crying incessantly.

"If you want me to spare you, join me," Dongye Yuusei finally revealed his intention. "Work for me and become my accomplices. Then I won’t have to silence you as I won’t fear you betraying me."

He was already wanted, and the sewer was the safest place, inconvenient for him to show his face. But how could he kill those three ungrateful traitors without going out? Having two people help him would make things much more convenient.

The fat and thin monk were utterly downcast; they committed crimes for money, but Dongye Yuusei did it for the sake of killing; their paths were fundamentally different.

Dongye Yuusei realized this, so he added, "I will lead you to make money."

Although his main goal was to kill, the homes of those three remaining people were loaded with cash.

He could easily make money with these two along.

The fat and thin monk looked at each other. Seeing no other option, they decided to seize the moment and be wise.

And with plans already to rob a bank, as long as it involved making money, switching the crime track didn’t matter.

Following Dongye Yuusei, a man notorious for his ruthless killings, who still kept the police at bay despite being wanted nationwide, promised a brighter future than floundering on their own.

"Brother! Please take care of us!"

Having made up their minds, the two shouted in unison.