Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week
Chapter 50: The Hunting Moment (Please Follow)

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The Hunting Moment (Please Follow)

Konishi Financial Company in Ikebukuro was a top-notch loan sharking business, spanning two floors.

The ground floor catered to common folk, dealing in small amounts but high volumes.

The second floor housed the high-value loan department for entrepreneurs.

Konishi’s office was on the east side of the second floor.

Inside, it was spacious. In a corner stood a large rectangular aquarium filled with ornamental tropical fish.

Konishi’s greatest daily interest was to stand before the fish tank and toss in feed. He didn’t like to give them too much, just a little each time, ensuring the tropical fish wouldn’t starve. Konishi raised fish because he enjoyed watching them desperately fight over a few scraps of food.

In his eyes, this world operated on the principle of survival of the fittest. Only the strong were guaranteed full bellies.

Konishi grabbed a handful of feed and threw it into the tank. After watching the tropical fish scramble for it, he turned and asked, "Has Ishida Financial Company’s territory been completely taken over?"

Mayeki Hikitsugu, who had been waiting, bowed and said, "Chairman, we have taken over half of Ishida Financial Company’s original business. However, Hayakawa Company is also competing with us. It seems unlikely that we can completely take over Ishida’s territory."

"Hayakawa..." Konishi murmured the name, a vicious look flickering across his face as he growled, "Sooner or later, I’ll make that bastard understand who truly runs Ikebukuro’s largest dark gold company!"

"Chairman, shall we go to war with them?" Mayeki Hikitsugu paused before bravely adding, "Things have been quite unstable lately."

"I’m well aware that it’s been unstable recently." Konishi’s menacing look turned calm as he said lightly, "It’s precisely during chaotic times like these that we should strike hard and expand our territory. Once things settle down, expanding will be much more difficult."

Mayeki Hikitsugu looked up with admiration. "Chairman, you are wise."

"HEH HEH." Konishi wanted to offer a modest smile, but the smugness in his expression was unmistakable. He settled back comfortably in his seat and asked, "Has that woman arrived?"

Mayeki Hikitsugu nodded. "Chairman, I’ve shown Hibino Mio to the reception room outside."

Hearing this, Konishi steepled his fingers on his desk and sneered, "That woman thinks she’s so high and mighty. I pursued her for a month, and she didn’t budge an inch. Yet, in the end, isn’t she still here, crying and begging me for money to save her daughter’s life?"

Mayeki Hikitsugu chimed in, "Indeed. That woman is truly clueless. If only she knew it was us who arranged for her daughter to be hit by a car, leaving her in that state. She’d deeply regret ever refusing your advances, Chairman."

"HA HA!" Konishi threw his head back and laughed, equally anticipating the moment Hibino Mio would learn the truth.

He had even planned to inject Hibino Mio with a drug to make her body extremely sensitive. Konishi intended to completely destroy her body and self-respect. He imagined her, after learning who was responsible for her daughter’s blindness, unable to resist the drug’s effects, instinctively writhing and begging her enemy for pleasure.

Just imagining such a scene made Konishi’s blood boil. Destroying and trampling on noble emotions was his way of displaying power. It was Hibino Mio’s own fault for being so foolish, for daring to reject his pursuit. If she had just let him play with her for a few months before being discarded, none of this would have happened.

Mayeki Hikitsugu added, "It would be even better to bring in her blind daughter too. The mother-daughter pair should attract quite a few clients, enough to recoup the money we lent out."

What they called "perversion" wasn’t merely about watching adult films or comics; those were just common interests. True perversion involved destroying a person’s character and dignity.

As long as someone was willing to pay, organizations like Konishi’s were more than happy to provide "playthings"—shrine maidens, indebted men and women, JKs or college students looking for sugar daddies, and so on.

It didn’t matter if they were played to death; a large number of people went missing in Japan every year. As long as the customer paid enough, they were willing to add another name to the list of "missing persons."

"You people truly disgust me."

A voice that didn’t belong to either of them suddenly echoed in the office.

Konishi frowned slightly and turned his head. A person stood to the right of his office desk. He looked young, with the appearance of a bright and cheerful boy.

"How did you sneak in here, kid?" Mayeki Hikitsugu’s face was etched with surprise. He distinctly remembered checking the side of the desk; it was impossible for anyone to have been hiding there.

Aozawa didn’t answer.

When he had arrived at the entrance of Konishi Financial Company, the sight of the red sports car in the parking lot had given him an ominous premonition. Activating Time Stop from across the street, he had entered the building. Seeing someone waiting in the office, he had hidden beside the desk, intending to eavesdrop. If their conversation had been unrelated to what he was investigating, he had planned to use his Hypnosis Ability to question them directly. As it turned out, he’d saved himself the effort; the words he overheard were enough to make him want to vomit. These men, steeped in the underworld for years, had long since lost all human compassion. He’d only ever encountered such depraved scenarios in dark-themed adult manga.

"Bastard, don’t underestimate our Yakuza spirit!" Mayeki Hikitsugu roared, pulling a fruit knife from his suit jacket.

Konishi, unperturbed, opened a pack of cigarettes and took out a cigar. Mayeki Hikitsugu, his chosen confidant, was naturally a skilled fighter. If one were to remove that suit, they would see thirteen hideous scars; the title "Tiger of Ikebukuro" wasn’t earned by just anyone.

"DIE!" Mayeki Hikitsugu bellowed, lunging forward.

Aozawa’s expression remained impassive. Suddenly, a gray filter seemed to wash over his vision. The charging Mayeki Hikitsugu froze mid-stride, like a statue. Konishi, seated at the desk, remained in the posture of pressing his lighter to his cigar.

Without lifting a finger, Aozawa used Telekinesis to wrest the fruit knife from Mayeki Hikitsugu. He reversed its direction and plunged it into Mayeki Hikitsugu’s right thigh, piercing his testicle and tearing through the flesh until it grated against bone. Then, he used Telekinesis to force Konishi’s right hand upward, directing the lighter’s flame toward his right eye.

Time resumed its flow.

"AHH!" Konishi felt the flame sear his eyeball. The intense pain made him topple to the ground, his head cracking against the wall as tears and snot streamed down his face.

"AH!" Mayeki Hikitsugu also wailed, collapsing to the floor. His mind couldn’t comprehend it. Why was my own fruit knife plunged into my thigh, having even pierced my testicle?

"Is this what you call Yakuza spirit? It doesn’t seem all that remarkable." Aozawa stood with his hands in his pockets. He used Telekinesis to grab Mayeki Hikitsugu’s hair, slowly lifting his upper body. Simultaneously, he activated his X-ray Ability, observing the man’s internal organs. His Telekinesis precisely constricted Mayeki Hikitsugu’s main artery.

"Don’t..." Mayeki Hikitsugu’s face contorted further in pain. He had lost the ability to think and could only beg the young man to show mercy.

"All of you, get in here!" Konishi couldn’t understand what was happening, but he instinctively yelled for backup. He swore he would make this boy experience the cruelest agony imaginable.