[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 1, Chapter 4)

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Chapter Four: Armed Strategy

Having developed a habit in the United States, whenever I settle in a new place, I first familiarize myself with the surroundings

to find the best escape route and the best hiding places to kill the enemy.

My new home is surrounded by mostly ordinary houses. There's a 24-

hour , three other small private shops scattered throughout the 12th Street of Honmachi, and larger

shopping malls a kilometer away.

Geographically, the terrain here isn't complex enough; the layout is too simple, unsuitable for one-against-many

street battles . However, if one wants to escape, the almost identical layout and houses are a challenge for pursuers.

After scouting the area around my home, I left the 12th Street of Honmachi. After walking through several alleys,

I once again experienced the escape routes, speeds, and hiding places firsthand.

There's no other way; as a killer who values life, I must practice and prepare constantly. Otherwise

, sharpening my knife at the last minute will leave me at the mercy of others.

To avoid trouble at customs, I didn't bring any firearms, which was quite easy.

William has a wealth of information. Last night I asked him for a document on Tokyo's yakuza organizations, and this

morning the hundreds-of-pages-long printed document was in my email inbox.

This is just the information on the top ten organizations in Tokyo; if you include regional and peripheral organizations, there are at least a thousand,

large and small .

Of course, this is related to Tokyo's population size. Including Yokohama, Tokyo's population is over 32 million

, accounting for one-fifth of Japan's total population, while its area is less than one percent of Japan's. This gives you an

idea of Tokyo's dense population density.

Japan is the only country in the world that legalizes yakuza organizations. Yakuza openly establish companies, seize

territory , and engage in frequent gang warfare. Yet, Japan is also recognized as one of the safest countries in the world. The two

seem contradictory, but in reality, they have a subtle relationship.

Japanese yakuza organizations are usually very careful not to disturb ordinary people, because a favorable environment allows them

to thrive.

They generally target rival organizations or engage in internal conflicts.

They usually collude with large companies and conglomerates, interested in highly profitable industries. They don't care much about ordinary

people because there's little financial gain involved; they just collect a token protection fee. In

Japan, the three largest gangs are the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Sumiyoshi-kai in Tokyo, and the Inagawa-kai in Urashima. The three

officially registered gangs have a combined membership of 220,000, and if you include their peripheral organizations and extended influence, the number easily exceeds

500,000.

I'm currently in Tokyo and have no interest in outside forces. In fact, within Tokyo's underworld

, the ranking is, in order, the local Sumiyoshi-kai, the Yamaguchi-gumi, and the Inagawa-kai.

As the saying goes, a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow; I avoided the northeast corner and specifically sought out a

gang to replenish my forces.

The Iwashita-gumi, ranked eighth in Tokyo, has a deep relationship with the third-ranked Inagawa-kai, forming

an alliance to some extent.

From William's information, I learned that the Iwashita-gumi was the most heavily armed organization in Tokyo.

So even though their numbers weren't as large as many other gangs, they still managed to carve out a niche for themselves with their firepower.

Fortunately, they weren't numerous and were content to control the Koto and Sumida wards in southern Tokyo; otherwise,

the three major organizations would definitely have joined forces to wipe them out.

Imagine if everyone was fighting with machetes and pistols, while the Iwashita-gumi pulled out

submachine guns and even artillery… what's the point of such an unequal fight? Surrender would be the only option.

William's intelligence specifically noted that the two wards controlled by the Iwashita-gumi happened to be on an

island slab outside of Tokyo, surrounded by numerous waterways, ideal for two-way navigation.

With the intelligence at this point, I knew without him saying more that the Iwashita-gumi's business must be related to smuggling.

With such excellent geographical conditions—the six wards of Tokyo just across the river, and over two hundred nautical miles of

smooth riverbed—it would be

foolish of the Iwashita Group not to utilize such a vast area.

Smuggling is always one of the most violent activities, and the Iwashita Group wouldn't dare to do it without sufficient strength.

As the saying goes, " No one dares to go to Liangshan without some skill!"

Boarding a small speedboat, I first navigated through the various waterways before disembarking at a small canal next to the Koto Ward government building, almost at

the southernmost tip of .

The Koto Ward government building wasn't large, a mere two-story building that didn't look particularly new, and

it had no separation from the adjacent commercial buildings, giving it a rather unpretentious feel, much like a city government building in the United States

.

However, just two hundred meters away from the ward government building, a large single-story

building was the headquarters of the Iwashita Group.

With the ward government and the yakuza headquarters located next to each other, it would be hard for any normal person to believe there wasn't some kind of shady dealing between them

.

The Iwashita Group's defenses were very tight. Although it was surrounded by two dilapidated-looking houses,

the occasional flashes of aiming devices inside couldn't fool me.

Besides, behind the large iron gate, there were hidden traps in the three lawns and two sculptures, with at least

a dozen .

At night, using my full lightness skill, I could easily evade the defenses and enter the house.

But in broad daylight, doing so would be inappropriate, especially since I wasn't here to kill

or commit arson; I just wanted to borrow some weapons, and there was no need for such a bloody scene.

I found a Suki restaurant across the street that specialized in beef rice bowls, ordered a bowl, and sat down where I could see the entrance to the Heito Company

across the street , slowly beginning my meal.

Speaking of beef rice, it's simply thinly sliced beef with onions, simmered in a secret sweet sauce

, and then topped with a spoonful of the sauce over white rice, along with a raw egg and some tender red ginger. It looks very

simple, but the Japanese love to eat it, both for its convenience and its delicious taste.

Japanese rice is famous all over the world, so rice balls made from it are a favorite gift for Japanese mothers to

give to their children.

For Asians, both Chinese and Japanese dietary habits are relatively simple, favoring rice and side dishes.

However, in recent decades, Western cuisine has spread to Asia. Young people, drawn to novelty,

have embraced a lifestyle of milk and bread for breakfast, coffee and sandwiches for lunch, and steak, soup, and dessert for

dinner —a similar trend in both China and Japan.

I've lived in the US for eighteen years, never returning to China, but my father has always cooked

Chinese food . He often says, "Chinese culinary culture is profound and extensive. Compared to Western cuisine,

it far surpasses it in terms of color, taste, and quality. Why should we discard the essence and embrace the dross

?"

Later, when I grew up, my father simply handed over the cooking duties to me, ostensibly to teach me

a skill. This forced me to work for six months in an authentic Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, learning excellent

culinary skills to satisfy his discerning palate.

At the entrance of the Pingdong Company, people and vehicles were constantly coming and going. Based on my years of experience as an assassin

, I could tell that there weren't many important figures among them, and I wouldn't get any useful

information , so I didn't bother to make a move.

While reminiscing, I suddenly turned my head and said to someone two meters away, "Miss, am I that

pretty?"

"Pfft!"

A beautiful woman in her early twenties laughed. Wearing a white shirt and casual shorts, she had

delicately arched and a high, straight nose. When she laughed, shallow dimples appeared on both cheeks,

giving her a beautiful yet languidly graceful air.

She was sitting at the long table by the window, having arrived earlier than me. From the moment I started eating

, she had been staring at me, eventually even resting her chin on her hand, her eyes fixed on

me.

"I'm just curious, why do you eat a simple bowl of beef rice like it's the Emperor's

decree ? I've never seen anyone eat beef rice with such relish and elegance. You must be

from a noble family, right?"

the beautiful woman asked with a smile.

"It's not that I don't want to see you,"

I said gently. "My family are civilians who fled to America during the war... I'm Liu Junxiong,

nice to meet you."

The beautiful woman blinked. "Mr. Liu, a man with such good temperament and demeanor shouldn't

be from a commoner family in America, right? But since you don't want to say, I won't insist."

As she spoke, she thought for a moment and took out a business card from her purse: "Kato Haruka, nice to meet you."

The business card was exquisitely made, felt comfortable to the touch, and emitted a faint fragrance,

indicating that it had been soaked in fragrance for a while.

Kato Haruka's business card was simple and clear, just one word and a contact number,

nothing else.

A woman like this must have an extraordinary background!

I accepted the business card and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Kato, I only arrived in Japan yesterday and

haven't ."

"You only arrived in Japan yesterday? So what brings you here?"

Kato Haruka asked casually, a sudden unease creeping over me. What was wrong with me? If anyone saw

me treating a man I'd just met like this, they'd probably be shocked!

"My father instructed me to return to Japan to work, and also to familiarize myself with the environment,"

I replied calmly.

"Have you found a job? Would you like me to introduce you to one?"

Kato Haruka asked with a light laugh.

"I've found one, a teacher at Sakura Academy,"

I said casually.

Kato Haruka clearly didn't know what was so special about Sakura Academy, and simply said regretfully, "Oh, I see! That's

a pity!"

She wanted to talk to me longer, but just then her phone rang. After whispering a few words, Kato Haruka

seemed anxious, so she apologized to me and turned to leave Suki's house.

Coincidentally, just minutes after she left, a super-luxury

Ferrari . A young man with an angry expression sped past, and the car disappeared on

the other side of the street.

Yes.

If I'm not mistaken, this Ferrari is a limited edition model released this February, worth

around two million US dollars. Probably not many people in the Pingdong Company can afford it.

After leaving Suki's house, I wandered through several streets and alleys, partly to

look for the Ferrari, and partly to change my appearance.

Ten minutes later, the person strolling the streets of Jiangdong District was a thirty-year-old man with a

cold and a scar running from his eye to his lip.

As an assassin, one must be able to understand others' thoughts. A young man in his twenties,

driving angrily away in a Ferrari in the afternoon—where would he go?

I focused my search on various entertainment venues, and after an hour, I finally

spotted the two flashy sports cars in front of a large karaoke bar.

The karaoke bar's sign read "Seventy-eight private rooms," but searching each room individually

would be a waste of my time and energy. Standing across the street, I flicked my wrist, and a piece of

"Paradise," wrapped in sticky mud, flew under the car.

Three, two, one…

Boom—a flash of fire erupted from under the car, and the Ferrari was swirled into the air by the blast wave before crashing heavily into the side

of a nearby car, crushing both cars together to less than the height of the first one.

Passersby and customers in nearby shops screamed in terror, some even running in all directions,

plunging the area into utter chaos.

It wasn't until two or three minutes later, when no further explosions were heard, that everyone calmed down a little.

Just then, a young man who had received the news rushed out of the karaoke room. He pushed aside the crowd

around him , his face ashen as he stared at the still-smoking sports car, his eyes gleaming as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Fuck! Who is it!"

the young man roared menacingly, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Everyone who met his fierce gaze

lowered their heads, including me, who had moved not far behind him. His question

, of course, received no answer. Soon, sirens blared, the young man's expression changed, he snorted coldly, and turned

to walk back into the karaoke bar.

At that moment, no one saw that I had followed him inside.

"Young Master Junichi, your car… Ah!"

A middle-aged man who had been eagerly greeting him on the second floor was slapped hard across the face by the young man. The pain made his vision

blur, and he was stunned, not knowing what had happened.

"Get out of my way! Don't let anyone bother me!"

the young man snorted, taking a dozen more steps before turning and entering one of the rooms.

"Bang! Bang!"

A knocking sound rang out.

A loud crash, the sound of glass shattering behind the door, came through, but the person outside

seemed completely oblivious to the emotions of the person inside, pushing the door open and entering.

I caught the second glass that was thrown at me, tossed it casually, and it flew through the air in an

arc before landing precisely on the table next to the young man, as if it had never left.

A flicker of surprise crossed the young man's angry eyes, and his hand was already on his hip.

"Who are you?"

he asked coldly.

"Don't be so tense, I mean you no harm."

I glanced around the room; it was very spacious, even the karaoke screen was a projection type, but it was

relatively proper, without any hostesses.

"I'm in a bad mood lately. Whoever you are, get out! Or I'll make you

regret it !"

The young man was furious, giving me no chance to speak.

I closed the door, smiling faintly: "Why? Because of that little fire stick behind you?"

Now that he'd been seen through, the young man no longer concealed himself, pulling a silver

revolver from behind his back, its dark muzzle pointed at me.

"The American M617 revolver, with a single-shot maximum speed of 0.73 seconds, a maximum range of 221

meters, and a power of 0.5 bullets within 10 meters."

I spoke slowly, the more I spoke, the paler the young man's face became, and the tighter his grip on the pistol.

I said expressionlessly, "Do you believe that before your finger pulls the trigger, I can cripple your

hands?"

"I don't believe it!"

He only felt a coldness in his hand: "Bang!" The gun fell to the ground, and his right hand suddenly lost

all feeling.

Sweat poured down his forehead as he looked at his right hand in disbelief, but then breathed a sigh of relief—

his hand was still there—

"Your hand meridians are blocked, so you can't move it now. In three minutes, you will see

this right hand explode in front of you... Bang!" I raised my voice for the last word, the effect

perfectly , scaring the young man so much that he sat down on the ground.

It wasn't just my words that were frightening; he had already seen his wrist rapidly swell,

instantly doubling in size.

"Let me go!"

the young man cried out in a hoarse voice.

I flicked my hand in the air, and a thin stream of blood spurted from his right wrist. Thinking

he was about to die, he screamed in terror. The blood spurted for several meters before miraculously stopping on its own

. At the same time, his wrist returned to normal, and he could feel the pain in his hand again.

"Thank you..."

The young man didn't know why I had let him go so easily, but he now knew that this person

was faster than a gun and was someone he couldn't afford to mess with.

"I already told you I meant you no harm, but you insisted I prove it."

I walked over and sat down opposite him. "Sit down."

The young man sat down suspiciously. "Sir, you're not from around here, are you?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry about where I'm from. Today I just want to do business with you."

The young man became visibly wary. "What kind of business?"

"Some suitable guns and electronic equipment."

I gestured to stop him from interrupting. "Don't tell me you don't have one. I have a bad temper.

Think carefully before you answer."

Glancing at the revolver lying on the ground, the young man closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Write down a list, and

I'll make the deal once I'm ready."

"No, no."

I smiled. "Let's go to your armory now. I can choose myself. No need for all that

trouble ."

"Absolutely not!"

the young man blurted out. "I can give you anything you want, but this request is absolutely unacceptable. You

might as well just kill me!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. But if you don't agree, for the next ten minutes, every

minute a part of your body will leave you. Please think it over carefully,"

I said solemnly, my tone equally calm.

The young man swore he had never seen this person before, much less offended him…

He would rather never see someone so calmly uttering such cruel words.

But time didn't allow him to think further. Having just experienced fear, he didn't believe the person before him

was joking.

"How can I be sure you weren't sent by the Yamaguchi-gumi or some other group? If you intend to wipe us

all out , wouldn't I become a sinner against my family?"

the young man quickly said. "Unless you swear you will never harm us."

"Kid, I never swear, nor will I make any guarantees to you. Of course, you can choose not to

believe me,"

I smiled slightly. "There are twenty-one seconds left."

"Stop!"

The young man finally couldn't bear the pressure any longer and almost roared, "Fine! Here you go!"

"If you had been so agreeable earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

I stood up. "Don't worry, I'm an honest man; I'll always pay for what I buy."

The young man gave a wry smile. He didn't even want to argue anymore; he just wanted to get rid of this scoundrel as soon as possible.

In a very relaxed tea room, a middle-aged man in a kimono was slowly sipping tea.

Compared to his leisure, the young man kneeling on the tatami opposite him looked trembling with fear.

The paper door was pushed open, and a beautiful woman in casual clothes entered. She wasn't very old, and her skin was as

white as snow.

"Sister."

The young man scrambled over excitedly upon seeing her. "You're back!"

Junichi said awkwardly, "I was kidnapped today and forced to sell him some things."

"Sold what?" The beautiful woman walked to the middle-aged man in the kimono and sat down cross-legged. "Drugs, antiques

, or weapons?"

"Look at you, sister, we've never sold drugs!"

Junichi said with a forced smile. "I was just forced to sell him some weapons and equipment, and he even paid me."

"Kidnapped you to buy things, and he still paid?"

The beautiful woman nodded seriously. "He's a good customer. Next time, tell him not to kidnap you and to come directly to

me... Doing business these days is getting harder and harder..."

Junichi was both amused and exasperated.

Just then, the middle-aged man finished his tea and handed a list to

the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman glanced at it casually at first, but then her brows furrowed.

Junichi, kneeling beside her, was terrified.

"Good heavens, is he going to assassinate the Prime Minister?"

The beautiful woman put down the list and muttered to herself.

"Not only are they all the latest weapons, but they're also all difficult to use. The electronic monitoring equipment is also

an expensive item that just arrived last month... Hey, Junichi, did he really pay in full?"

Junichi suppressed the urge to faint and whispered, "A total of two million nine hundred and one million US dollars, deposited into

my personal account. I checked, it's an instant payment, there's no risk of cancellation."

You see, Junichi really wanted to embezzle this money, but considering his father and sister's anger, he

still felt that his life was more important.

"Hmm... that's more like it. After deducting costs, we'll have a 50% profit."

The beautiful woman said with a smile.

"Remember, next time you see him, be sure to tell him to come to me, I'll give him a discount."

"Yes!"

Junichi was speechless.

"Alright, why the long face? Once the deal is done, it's not a big deal. Get out."

The beautiful woman waved her hand.

Junichi looked up at the middle-aged man and, seeing that he didn't object, quickly bowed and ran out

of the room.

Once he was gone, the smile on the beautiful woman's face vanished, replaced by a chilling aura.

"Father, have you found out which side it is?"

the beautiful woman asked coldly.

"Not yet. He's clearly an experienced hand; his methods are clean and efficient, leaving no fingerprints,"

the middle-aged man said calmly. "Daughter, do you think he could succeed in assassinating me?"

the beautiful woman said in a deep voice. "Twelve caliber firearms, eight types of landmines and bombs, thirty-eight types of jamming electronic

detectors … if he used them alone, none of the Iwashita group would

leave this house alive."

She didn't answer directly, but the answer was already clear.

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently. "That's what I think too. But based on Junichi's description, this person

should n't be from Tokyo. At least, none of the experts I know look like this."

He handed the beautiful woman a piece of paper with a portrait of a cold-faced man with a scar on it.

"No matter what, we have to be careful." The beautiful woman glanced at the portrait, memorizing the man's face.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: "Father, do you think he might

target ?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The middle-aged man sighed. "Daughter, I just received news that

Tokyo Metropolitan Assembly member Sakata Tsutomu died last night."

"That's the assemblyman who has close ties to the Five Rings, right?"

The beautiful woman nodded. "I knew from the news this morning; it was a car accident."

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled. "A friend of mine told me a secret.

A week ago, someone offered ten million US dollars to hire an assassin to kill Sakata Tsutomu."

The beautiful woman raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Who's so rich? Ten million US dollars would be perfect for us. We

could easily hire a hundred North Korean laborers to crush him."

The middle-aged man wasn't as relaxed as she was; his tone grew heavier. "North America's number one assassin, The Doctor.

Since his debut, he's always charged ten million US dollars, and no one has ever escaped his pursuit."

"Is that the assassin who went out for three years and killed a total of 130 people?

The doctor who accepted a commission from the U.S. Department of Defense to kill 28 Colombian bandits who infiltrated the U.S. and stole top-secret U.S. documents?"

The beauty's heart skipped a beat, and she could no longer maintain her smile.

"That's right."

The middle-aged man stood up and looked at the trees and lawn outside the window: "Daughter, if he comes to Japan, I'm afraid

Japan will be plunged into a bloodbath!"

The beauty was no ordinary person after all. After a brief moment of distraction, she quickly adjusted her mindset: "Father,

even if he doesn't come to Japan, will we be peaceful here? The whole of Tokyo, no, the whole of Japan is

in turmoil ."

The beauty's voice suddenly rose: "Father, could it be that the one who kidnapped Junichi today was...?"

"I hope it wasn't him, and I hope he has no interest in us."

The middle-aged man looked at the clear sky: "The storm is brewing, let's prepare early!"

"Yes!"

The beauty's face turned serious, and she replied solemnly.

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