It was definitely a good decision to spar with him a few tis.
As expected from soone hailed as the most modern Yakuza of the Sumiyoshi group, Hiro knew a lot about the other Yakuza factions.
Especially the summary report labeled "Inagawa"—that one was a masterpiece.
He said he regularly received reports in this format about other guilds, and thanks to that, Su-ho was able to easily understand the Inagawa guild.
“If you need it, take it.”
“You're really giving this kind of material to just like that?”
“It’s just paper. There’s nothing on it that traces back to us.”
And that was true.
If it were sothing to submit to the chairman, they’d usually include formatting or the Sumiyoshi insignia, but they’d taken precautions against leaks by omitting any such identifiers.
“Then I’ll accept it without refusing.”
Eventually, Su-ho stood up first and got into the elevator.
The man who had escorted him smiled and spoke.
“I truly hope you succeed. And that we’ll have the chance to cross swords again soday.”
“We definitely will. Until then.”
After bidding farewell, Su-ho exited the mansion.
Then he imdiately hailed a taxi and headed to Roppongi.
‘So it finally begins.’
At last, it had begun.
The dismantling of Inagawa.
***
A karaoke joint in Roppongi.
“Excuse .”
“Ah, yes, how many in your party?”
“I’m alone.”
“Oh, by yourself. I’ll guide you right away.”
“No, before that—do you have soone nad Toshino, the owner, here?”
“The boss? Why are you—?”
“Ah, there he is.”
The man who ca alone glanced around, then suddenly walked off sowhere.
He threw open a door and found a group of Yakuza drinking with won inside.
Looking at the man seated at the head of the table, he asked,
“You Toshino?”
“Who the hell are you?”
“Yeah, that’s you.”
The man who opened the door—
Was none other than Su-ho.
Using mana detection to pick out the karaoke owner, Su-ho imdiately kicked the table at Toshino.
“Gah!”
That was all it took—just one kick to the table.
But the overwhelming stat difference caused Toshino to crash into the table and crack his ribs.
“What the hell is this guy?!”
The other Yakuza who had been partying with him finally stood up.
There wasn’t much ti.
Su-ho didn’t answer. He simply grabbed a bottle of whiskey and began knocking them out, either with blows to the head or slaps across the face.
It was fine.
He had already confird through mana detection that every one of them was an Awakened.
Su-ho struck the paralysis points of Toshino and all his subordinates, then walked out of the karaoke bar.
No one followed.
It all happened too fast, and he had already taken down what could be considered their main combat power.
Outside the karaoke bar, Su-ho checked the paper he’d received from Hiro.
“Next is...”
As he moved to the next establishnt, Su-ho changed his face and body on the way.
Reverse Morphology and Bone-Crushing Art.
And like that, Su-ho wrecked the bosses of every Inagawa-operated business in Roppongi before sunrise.
All with different faces and body types.
“What the hell...?”
Yamakawa Jiro, the third in command of the Inagawa guild, the leader of Division 1, and also the Head of the Main Branch, could hardly believe his eyes.
Because in just one night, eighteen businesses in Roppongi owned by the Inagawa guild had been destroyed.
At first, he didn’t think much of it.
He thought it was a joke.
But it wasn’t.
When the first few places got trashed, he told his subordinates to take care of it.
But as the numbers kept growing, he urgently sent senior officers to handle the situation and waited for a report.
However, as ti passed and no updates ca, he went to see the sites for himself—and the result was what he was facing now.
Jiro asked his secretary,
“...What the hell happened?”
“Well, after compiling the reports, it seems they were all hit by different guys.”
“Different guys?”
“Y-Yes! They all attacked the shops at different tis. There were no deaths, but all the victims were Awakened, and every one of them appears to be completely paralyzed...”
“So soone planned this.”
“Yes... that’s our conclusion.”
“Do we have their faces?”
“Well...”
The secretary hesitated.
And understandably so—there were plenty of eyewitnesses, but there wasn’t a single CCTV clip that clearly captured the attackers’ faces.
How was that even possible?
How many security caras were there in Roppongi?
And yet, it was possible.
Thanks to the skill Su-ho had used: Colorless Solitude.
Colorless Solitude distorted recognition of the user in the minds of those who saw them.
Even surveillance caras were affected by it.
“......”
Jiro quietly closed his eyes.
After a mont of contemplation, he gave his secretary an order.
“Make sure the injured are treated properly. Then release the rest and track down the bastard who did this to our people.”
“Understood.”
The secretary said this, then closed the door behind him and left.
Jiro remained standing in place long after the secretary was gone.
In two days, an important guest from Korea was arriving.
To be more precise, a guest he planned to kill.
And now this ss had erupted out of nowhere.
Still, the eting scheduled for two days later would proceed without issue.
The elite units that made up the true strength of Inagawa were still intact.
Including his personal squad, known as Elite Team 3.
‘I have to take care of this before the President and Vice President catch wind of it.’
Yes.
He absolutely had to.
The only reason he had made it to Inagawa’s No.3 position was because of how ticulous he was with his work.
With that thought, he finally began to calm down.
Jiro walked over to the table and took a cigar out of a box.
He hadn’t slept a wink from working all night, but one cigar wouldn’t hurt.
Just as he lit it and took a puff, soone knocked on the door.
“Co in.”
Creak—
The door opened.
Who was it?
Was it Izawa, the secretary who had just left?
But it wasn’t Izawa.
It was a face he had never seen before.
The man was wearing a suit, but his face looked more like a thug than a Yakuza.
The man asked,
“You Yamakawa Jiro?”
“And if I am?”
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“Figured as much. Judging by your mana levels, I’ve got the right guy.”
“...How did you get in here?”
“Took the elevator?”
The way he spoke made it clear—he wasn’t ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) just so ordinary guy.
Especially considering the building they were in belonged to Inagawa, a place not just anyone could walk into.
And yet, he had made it all the way to the Main Director’s office where Jiro was.
No—just the fact that he had co straight for Jiro specifically ant it was highly likely he was connected to what happened earlier that morning.
And Jiro’s guess was correct.
The stranger standing before him was none other than Su-ho.
Jiro placed the cigar he’d been smoking into the dedicated ashtray and stood up.
Seeing that, Su-ho spoke.
“Not gonna put that out?”
“No need. You have to cut the end to put out a cigar, and I don’t feel like doing that.”
“I know. That’s why I told you to put it out. You won’t be smoking that again anyway.”
“Kuhuhu, you’re a funny one.”
Saying that, Jiro picked up the sword standing beside him.
Su-ho remarked,
“You carry a sword too? Figures. Everyone here’s a swordsman—how very samurai of you.”
“If you think I’m just so common swordsman, you’ll regret it.”
“I do have a big nose.”
Jiro’s sword—
At a glance, it looked pretty decent.
At least at a 1-star level.
That’s why Su-ho didn’t even bother drawing his weapon.
A martial artist?
That’s what Jiro assud as he slowly walked toward the table.
And just as he raised his sword into a stance, Su-ho was already charging.
“Ghh!”
Seeing Su-ho close the distance, Jiro swung his blade.
A confident vertical slash.
Any mont now, he expected the weight of the blade to connect and blood to splatter everywhere.
Smack!!
But what actually flew was Jiro himself.
Before the sword could fully swing down, Su-ho’s fist crashed straight into Jiro’s face.
Jiro bounced backward and smashed right through the large hardwood desk.
“Ugh...”
The damage was considerable.
Blood pooled inside his mouth, and his whole body froze up, likely from spinal trauma.
Su-ho picked up Jiro’s sword, walked over, and struck the paralysis point.
Then he dealt with “Elite Team 3,” who had been stationed in the sa building.
All that remained now were the President and Vice President.
Su-ho was about to leave the room but then turned back.
He picked up the lit cigar that had rolled into the corner, clipped off the end, and said,
“Fire safety, always.”
With that, Su-ho tossed the clipped cigar onto Jiro’s body and walked out of the building.
***
“......”
Inagawa Guild’s President, Inagawa Seiro, simply couldn’t believe what had happened.
Vice President Ishii Kenji, General Headquarters Chief Yamakawa Jiro—
And starting with Elite Teams 2 and 3, nearly every major and minor officer, along with their businesses in Roppongi, had been completely obliterated.
And that wasn’t all.
What baffled him most was the fact that this clearly preditated, organized assault had left behind zero leads.
How could this happen in just two days...?
It had only been two days.
And in those two days, the organization had been brought to the brink of collapse.
They couldn’t report it.
Setting aside Yakuza pride, going to the police now would expose to the entire world that Inagawa was vulnerable.
They had to identify the culprit—no matter what.
Their very survival depended on it.
Just then—
Bzzz!
His phone rang.
The caller was the Union’s representative—the one he was scheduled to et tomorrow.
Seiro furrowed his brow and picked up the call.
“Hello.”
— Good day, President. This is Ion, representative of Union. I’m calling regarding our eting tomorrow.
“...Yes, what is it?”
— As I ntioned before, I’ll be sending our Vice President in my place... But I was wondering—would it be possible to move up the eting?
“Move it up?”
— Yes, he’s a bit of a bulldozer by nature. He was so eager to et you that he already left for Japan. I only just found out myself...
“What are you saying? Our appointnt was for tomorrow. Even if he shows up unannounced, I can’t just et him.”
Right then—
“P-President!”
His secretary burst into the office in a panic.
Seeing the door flung open without even a knock, Seiro lowered the receiver and gestured sharply.
“What is it? What’s going on?”
“There’s a man downstairs claiming to be Ion’s Vice President, demanding to et with you.”
“What?!”
“I told him now wasn’t possible and tried to turn him away given the situation, but... he’s being completely unreasonable.”
“Not today! Don’t they realize what’s going on with the company right now?!”
“I understand. That’s why I even deployed your personal security detail, but...”
Boom!!
The door burst open.
And the man who stepped through looked rough and violent.
It was Su-ho.
With a changed face, Su-ho said to Seiro,
“Are you President Inagawa?”
“You’re... Ion’s Vice President?”
“Yes, I’m Vice President Kim Su-ho. I know we were supposed to et tomorrow, but I was too impatient, so I ca early.”
“What... What is the aning of this?! This is outrageous!”
At that, Su-ho strode confidently toward Seiro.
The startled secretary tried to block him, but Su-ho struck the back of his neck and knocked him out cold, then stood in front of the president.
“You’re the ones who crossed the line first.”
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