Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 169 - 91 Who is the True Disciple of Heavenly Punishment

Chapter 169: Chapter 91 Who is the True Disciple of Heavenly Punishment

In the early hours of today, a ’financial company’ at the Tobu Department Store office building was attacked.

The office was in complete disarray, with a fish tank shattered into glass shards, water everywhere, and a few ornamental fish struggling sporadically; the leather sofa was cut across, its insides exposed and stained with blood; the incandescent light flickered intermittently, making it look like the setting of a horror game.

Over a dozen members of the Inakawa Association were injured, with a few officials lying in the ICU receiving emergency treatment.

When Fushimi Roku arrived at the scene, there was a police line in front of the elevator door, and the identification officers were wrapping up. As he entered, he saw patrol police lifting the bodies of two younger brothers into body bags.

The criminal police officer who took over for Yamaguchi Takashi was Kinosaki Shoujin, a forty-something workplace veteran. After receiving the report, he deliberately lingered for over ten minutes, waiting for the Inakawa Association to clean up what needed to be cleaned before going upstairs to take over the scene.

"Did you get into a fight with the Yamaguchi Group?"

Fushimi Roku looked around cautiously. He walked into the office cubicle, where four or five subordinates were shirtless, bandaging each other’s wounds, each smoking, making the room feel like a sauna, hot and stuffy, exuding a strong masculine odor.

Fushimi Roku couldn’t stand the smell, turned around, and was about to leave when a subordinate stepped forward, blocking him at the door. Looking over the subordinate’s shoulder, he saw Kinosaki Shoujin turning away, casually closing the office door, making Fushimi feel that the Police Department’s mission to combat the underworld was long and arduous.

"You came?"

Sazaki Gen, sitting in a wheelchair, looked up.

It had been over a month since they had last met, and Gen had become emaciated, with a layer of white haze covering his eyes.

In the middle of the room was a glass coffee table, surrounded by a few chairs, with a Venetian blind on the left side. Fushimi turned his head, was silent for a moment, and sat down across from him: "How did things get like this?"

"After-effects and surgical complications, being able to get back a life is already good enough." Sazaki Gen chuckled bitterly, "It’s embarrassing, really. I didn’t expect the drug effect to be that powerful."

Fushimi leaned back, rested on the chair back, his fingers crossed over his belly: "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"We’re all our own people," Sazaki Gen said.

"Who’s your own people?" Fushimi denied.

Common sense dictates that when you take benefits, you owe kindness, and when you eat from someone else, you should be soft-spoken. He had received a lot of benefits from Sazaki Gen and should’ve had a better attitude. But Fushimi didn’t think so—he felt that he had saved this guy’s life and also protected that Ishii Takamasa fellow, so no amount of money would be undue compensation.

Sazaki Gen looked a bit helpless and could only wave his hand, allowing the other subordinates to leave one by one: "Can we talk properly now?"

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about." Fushimi cut to the chase: "Why did you call me here?"

"Last night, a woman, posing as the boss’s lover, snuck into the headquarters, claiming to inquire about you and also asking how Nagashima Takeshi died..."

"Alone?" Fushimi interrupted.

"Yes, alone."

Sazaki Gen nodded and couldn’t help feeling: "That’s practically a one-person demolition team! Even in the golden age of the underworld, not many could do such a thing, right? Now those who can fight are either crippled or old, and fresh blood in the new generation is becoming increasingly scarce."

Fushimi didn’t empathize; he was more concerned about the attacker’s identity: "Was the woman... big?" he said while gesturing in front of his chest.

"I wasn’t there, but I heard from Takamasa... very big," Sazaki Gen said.

Fushimi understood internally and changed the topic, asking: "By the way, where is Mr. Ishii?"

"Got a minor injury, nothing serious." Sazaki Gen was patient and went along with his evasive manner.

"Oh! So, that attacker must have gotten injured too?" Fushimi crossed his legs: "Don’t tell me you guys in the underworld don’t have a single gun."

"We have guns, but only handguns, things have been tight lately..." As he spoke, Sazaki Gen coughed again, and the two tacitly paused on this topic. He continued: "What I’m about to say next might sound exaggerated..."

"How exaggerated?"

"As exaggerated as movie plots."

"Go on."

"The boss once collected a tachi; he wasn’t interested in katanas himself, just spent a lot to keep up appearances. After that woman got the sword... she sliced open bullets."

"Sliced open?"

"Yes, according to the participating subordinates, the woman swung her sword to deflect and even continuously severed a few bullets." Sazaki Gen paused and asked, "Could you do that?"

Previously, Fushimi alone confronted eight gunmen at the Sugamo Branch, which opened Sazaki Gen’s eyes. But he hadn’t expected there to be more skilled people out there: the ghostly Sugamo was really a place rich in talent...

"I’ve never trained in swordsmanship. How could I possibly do that?"

Internally, Fushimi pondered, surprised at how exaggerated Level 7 swordsmanship could be. Kazama Chihime’s strength and speed attributes couldn’t be low; he estimated them to be B-level or above. Based on this, with ancient kenjutsu technique additions, she exhibited multiplied capabilities.

Currently, he only had an Intelligence Attribute at S-Class, speed at A, strength at B. His sole combat skill, inherited from Instructor Sakurai, was Grapple Skill, now leveled up to Lv5, but it was ultimately just unarmed combat skill... Adding it all up, he might not be able to beat Chihime wielding a sword!

Had he known earlier, he would’ve picked a swordsmanship skill; failing that, improving his gun skills might’ve worked too.

"Even you can’t do it?"

Sazaki Gen was slightly shocked, but yet it seemed reasonable; sword-cutting bullets was too fantastical. Even written into a novel, readers would ridicule it as brainless. It might just be that the subordinates’ gun skills were terrible, couldn’t hit anyone, but claimed instead the opponent was too strong.

"It doesn’t matter," Fushimi skipped the topic, instead asking: "What did she find out?"

"I don’t know," Sazaki Gen said.

"What do you mean ’don’t know’?"

"She took Ashu away," Sazaki Gen ended the statement.

Fushimi finally realized the gravity of the situation; he really hadn’t expected Kazama Chihime to be so stubborn, usually having the demeanor of a squint-eyed married woman, but fighting so fiercely.

This aside, the Inakawa Association, after all, Japan’s second-largest designated organized crime group, being dismantled by a woman, even having their officials kidnapped—how could they show their faces if this got out?

Moreover, why does Kazama Chihime keep focusing on him? Could she be thinking of comparing who’s Yǒng Chūn... no, comparing who’s the authentic Heavenly Punishment?

"So, why did you call me here?" Fushimi asked.

"We want a name."

Despite looking like he was about to die, Sazaki Gen’s shell still exuded killing intent at that moment. He paused, lowered his voice, and added: "We want that woman’s name."