[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 4, Chapter 9)

Chapter Nine: What Happens Behind the Scenes

Today is May 29th, a day destined to be recorded in Japanese history.

The incident that occurred that afternoon at the Otomo Building in Nishi-Shinjuku was later confirmed by reporters who rushed into the building. The kidnappers used a type of silver needle

to anesthetize Otomo Masao and everyone else, rendering them unconscious. Apart from a suspected yakuza member wielding a handgun who was shot in the hand

, the kidnappers did not cause any substantial harm to anyone.

President Otomo Masao awoke three hours later. He remained silent to the media and police regarding the kidnappers

, but reiterated that he would, as he had stated before the nation,

provide economic and emotional compensation to all employees of companies whose companies had been maliciously bankrupted.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department classified the case as a "malicious kidnapping," but Japan's six major television stations and three major daily newspapers, which had never been united before

, all voiced their support for these unknown kidnappers that evening

through .

"This is a successful act of justice. The three demands made by the kidnappers are

an expression of their love for peace and Japan, representing the voice of all Japanese people. We love these members of the 'Jiji

War ; they are the true symbols of the Japanese spirit!"

"Even Mr. Masao Otomo denies that it was a kidnapping. Why is the police taking such a ruthless stance against these kind-hearted warriors of the 'Jiji

War Band'? Is it because their actions mocked

the incompetence of the Metropolitan Police Department and even the Cabinet?"

"We urge the Cabinet to arrest the American soldiers who insulted our compatriots! Stop licking the boots of Americans like dogs

!"

"We urge Your Highness the Crown Prince to heed the voices of the people! We urge Your Highness Princess Masako to be strong!"

"..."

In addition to the support of these journalists, petitioners demanding the withdrawal of the arrest warrants crowded in front of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Cabinet

.

In the plaza in front of the Imperial Palace, a considerable number of

people and chanting, "Go Masako! Go Masako!"

Meanwhile, even larger crowds surged towards the US military base on Okinawa, numbering at least tens of thousands. The US military

quickly cordoned off the area, and the Self-Defense Forces headquarters was inundated with calls from the US Navy commander,

but no one answered.

Shinjuku was also bustling. A huge crowd gathered in front of the Otomo Building, all watching

the bomb marks left by the "Jiji Warband" that afternoon. For many aspiring individuals, this

threat force unscrupulous merchants to admit their wrongdoing and relinquish their ill-gotten gains made the "Jiji Warband" fighters

seem like Robin Hood figures.

Therefore, everyone came with admiration, and the sheer number of people necessitated the deployment of several hundred

police officers to maintain order. Shintaro Ishihara, considered one of Japan's most steadfast nationalists,

said in an interview, "Such a kidnapping is indeed a crime, but it's also understandable. It can be

discussed ; the cabinet doesn't need to make a mountain out of a molehill."

That evening, at my house, the girls watched these TV programs while reading the newspapers they'd bought, their

faces beaming with excitement. At first, the little beauties just thought it was fun, but now even I

had to praise them.

The three unintentional negotiation conditions perfectly expressed the sentiments of everyone in Japan. This

unsuccessful kidnapping had unleashed their pent-up emotions,

a release of psychological pressure for everyone.

If I hadn't stopped them, the little wives would have joined the procession to the Imperial Palace like everyone else.

Fortunately , they remembered Sakura Academy's strict rule of returning by 10 PM on Sunday nights; otherwise,

given the girls' fervent enthusiasm, a major battle would have been inevitable, and they wouldn't have wanted to go back to school at all.

Around 8:30, Koharu and the others went out. The busty beauty lingered in my arms

for a while , her boldness almost suffocating me with her enormous breasts. It wasn't until I was almost at my limit that Eri,

urged on by Koharu and Chikage, reluctantly got into the car to return to Sakura Academy.

"How was it? How was it?" Eri

, sitting in the taxi, still felt a strong sense of reluctance, but a surge of excitement also welled up inside her

.

The three of them squeezed into the back seat of the taxi. Koharu, sitting in the middle, patted her small chest triumphantly and said, "

Don't worry ... what can't I handle personally?"

"Hurry up and show it to me..."

Eri said impatiently.

Chikage smiled at this, took out a small bag from behind her, took out a silver tube from the bag,

and handed it to Eri. Eri first carefully glanced at the driver in front, confirming that she was the

middle-aged woman they had been hiring, before excitedly playing with it. But in less than a minute, Eri's expression changed:

"What... what's on this?"

"What's wrong?"

Koharu asked, puzzled.

"There seem to be some small words engraved on this silver tube!"

"Really? Let me see..."

Koharu took it, used a lighter to illuminate the side of the silver tube, and read out each word carefully: "Babies,

don't be naughty, this isn't for you to play with."

Chikage quickly pointed the silver tube at the glass next to her and pressed it several times, but nothing

shot out. Then the girls took out two more tubes from their bags, and they were still just the outside; there were no

tranquilizer darts inside.

The three excited little thieves felt as if their enthusiasm had been doused with ice water from head to toe,

completely extinguished.

"Junxiong...you stinky thing...I hate you so much..."

The girls' angry shouts had barely escaped the taxi when they burst

into This dramatic shift in emotion startled the middle-aged taxi driver

, but she quickly smiled knowingly: youth is truly wonderful!

Having seen off the beauties, my evening's mission had only just begun. I never take chances, I

'm never careless, and I never underestimate any enemy. Those few threatening words today...would they really make Otomo Masao...?

I abandoned the idea of revenge.

No matter how powerful the Sumiyoshi-kai was, they wouldn't dare do anything to Koharu, Eri, and Chikage. For the sake of Otomo Masao

, they didn't have the guts to oppose three super-powerful families! The Yamaguchi-gumi would be the ones laughing then

.

However, to prevent Otomo Masao from resorting to desperate measures and hiring other assassins against my little darlings, I

felt it was necessary to make a trip. William was very efficient; in less than ten minutes, a report

arrived in my email.

Basic information: Nabeshima Seiun, male, 56 years old, third vice-

chairman of the Sumiyoshi-kai, the second largest yakuza group in Tokyo.

Personality and hobbies: cunning and treacherous, enjoys using cruel tactics against enemies, extremely protective of his own.

Family situation: one wife, two mistresses, two sons, and one daughter.

Area of activity: handles official business at the Sumiyoshi-kai headquarters during the day; at night, his area of activity is

between the house at 3-chome, Akasaka-mao, Minato Ward, and the house at 8-chome, Yotsuya, Shinano-cho, Shinjuku Ward.

Having memorized the information, I changed into a black outfit and left the house.

Shinjuku Ward must be incredibly crowded right now with so many people going to the Otomo Building. I figured that Nabeshima Seiun

, a man in his fifties, wouldn't like such a noisy environment, so I went to

Akasaka in Minato Ward first.

Otomo Masao is now a very popular public figure, constantly under the watchful eyes of dozens of

cameras . Under these circumstances, he won't have a chance to complain to Nabeshima Seiun today; he'll wait a few days until

things calm down before daring to openly retaliate.

As the fifth-ranking member of the Sumiyoshi-kai, Nabeshima Seiun's residence is always heavily guarded.

As I entered this courtyard-style complex of houses, I looked towards number 52.

The lights weren't bright, but I could still see fifteen

men , monitoring every direction.

Seeing so many bodyguards, I immediately knew that Nabeshima Seiun was here tonight.

A few months ago, Japanese yakuza bosses didn't have many bodyguards, especially at home

; three or five were enough. However, with the rumored arrival of North America's top assassin, "The Doctor," and the subsequent

murders of dozens of yakuza bosses, politicians, and company leaders—especially the six

top leaders of the Nine Fox Clan, including Kuroda Sadatake, killed in a secret room—everyone was on edge. Having more bodyguards was better than having

none .

I darted forward, becoming a shadow in the darkness, and like a gust of wind, instantly arrived in front of Nabeshima Seiun's

residence . With swift movements, I effortlessly immobilized the fifteen guards, rendering

them speechless and paralyzed.

As a martial arts expert with over a decade of experience, I could tell from the breathing inside that there were only five people in Nabeshima Seiun

's house: one man and four women.

With a faint smile, I took a deep breath, leaped into the air, and flew to the second-floor window. The window was slightly

ajar ; I quickly slipped inside.

A thin-voiced man was speaking outside. A sweet, delicate

female voice was no more than sixteen years old, likely Nabeshima Seiyun's daughter, born late in life. He'd heard she

was his precious darling.

"Hurry back to school, sweetie, don't be naughty anymore," Nabeshima Seiyun said with a smile. "I'll have them take

you there. If you don't leave now, you'll be late, and the teacher will punish you!"

"I'm not afraid! I'll finish this chocolate pudding first,"

the girl said sweetly. "You go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me."

"You…"

Nabeshima Seiyun's voice was full of affection, but he said nothing more. He reached out and opened the door, and

the girl's light footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Nabeshima Seiyun had only taken one step in when he suddenly stopped. He saw a

man , looking down at a book, his expression as relaxed as if he were in his own home.

The fifth-ranking member of the Sumiyoshi-kai instinctively wanted to turn and run away, but my words

immediately abandon the idea.

"If you don't want your whole family to go with you, sit down and let's talk."

Nabeshima Seiun's eyes darted around, and he finally gave up the idea of running away, closing the door behind him.

"Sit."

I put away my book and said calmly, "I've also read Mr. Fukuda's works. Although they

have unique insights into company management, their overall perspective is somewhat limited. Mr. Oshima Masaru's

book, 'On the Trends of Financial Development in the Heisei Era,' is quite good. You can read it if you have the chance."

With his thin face, looking only in his fifties, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, Nabeshima Seiun looked

more like a professor than a yakuza boss. Nabeshima Seiun's heart did not

relax because of my gentle attitude; on the contrary, it sank even further. With his extensive experience, he knew that the more

amiable , the more ruthless and troublesome they were when they took action.

"You entered my house without asking the host; that's hardly the proper way to be a guest, is it?"

Nabeshima Seiun sat at his desk, his hands trembling slightly. There was a pistol in the first drawer on the right;

if he picked it up, he could immediately take control of the situation.

"I just asked the fifteen guards downstairs, and they said they felt safe with me around, so

they're all sleeping soundly."

I said gently, "Mr. Nabeshima, I haven't decided whether or not to kill you yet,

so you'd better not do anything that might mislead me… like, just keep your hands on the table."

Nabeshima Seiun's heart felt like it had been shattered; his face turned deathly pale. He only thought I had infiltrated

, but he never expected that I would completely break down his defenses.

"Alright, who are you, and why do you want to kill me?"

Having abandoned other thoughts, Nabeshima Seiun's mind cleared. "If possible,

how save my own life?"

"A dead enemy is much more reassuring to me than a living one,"

I smiled slightly and said. "I'll give you a chance. If you guess why I'm here, I'll consider

not killing you."

After a moment's hesitation, Nabeshima Seiun tentatively asked, "Are you from the Yamaguchi-gumi or the Inagawa-kai?"

He was clever enough to guess the names of two rivals in one go, casting a wide net.

I shook my head: "Sorry, you guessed wrong. Mr. Nabeshima, do you want to leave any last words?"

"No!"

Nabeshima Seiun's face changed, and he desperately reached into the drawer to take out a pistol, but

a sharp pain shot through his right shoulder, and he immediately lost all feeling in his hand, let alone being able to move it.

"What a pity. You could have chosen to die with dignity, but now it seems unlikely."

I said coldly, and just as I was about to get up, suddenly a series of light footsteps sounded on the stairs. In just a few seconds,

someone rushed to the door of the room and barged in without any regard for etiquette.

"Dad... I want to tomorrow... Huh? Who are you?" The

one who rushed in was a bright and beautiful young girl. Only after speaking did she realize that there was a third person in the room.

"Miho, get out! Get out!"

Nabeshima Seiun suddenly stood up, shouting uncontrollably, "Get out!"

The girl was startled. In her memory, her father had never spoken harshly to her, let alone appeared in such a

terrifying state. Overwhelmed with grievance, the bright and beautiful girl's eyes immediately reddened, but she stubbornly refused to move.

Nabeshima Seiun valued this daughter more than his own life. Seeing her break into this place and witness

the murderous tyrant, he felt utterly hopeless:

how leave behind witnesses?

Seeing my eyes scanning the beautiful girl up and down, Nabeshima Seiun had a terrifying thought. He opened his mouth in

a trembling , even preparing to kneel down and beg me to spare the girl's life. But at that

moment, I suddenly said, "Little girl, are you wearing a school uniform? You look so pretty!"

"Hmph!"

The girl was always a bit mischievous and stubborn. She vented the grievances she had suffered at her father's

hands on me, pouting as she glanced at me, but didn't say anything.

"The Sakura Academy uniform is definitely the best for a girl,"

I chuckled dismissively. "Compared to those schools that lack class, little girl, you've got into

a great school."

"Of course!" The girl felt a surge of pride when I mentioned her school, and she wasn't

so cold towards me anymore. "Our school is the best in all of Japan!"

"But it's already 9:20. Why aren't you back at school yet? Aren't you afraid of being late and getting punished by

the strict school rules, or even expelled?"

"I... I came to talk to my dad about something, but... but he was so mean to Miho! Humph!

Dad , I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Hearing me mention the return-to-school time, a hint of panic flashed across the girl's face. She had already changed into her uniform and was about to

leave , but then she remembered something and came to find Nabeshima Seiun. Glancing at her watch, the girl

stuck out her tongue at Nabeshima Seiun fiercely, uttered a threatening remark, and ran away without looking back, just

like .

Watching her youthful and lovely figure from behind, the expression on my face softened even more. With a wave of my hand, the thick

door closed slowly without any wind. This single move alone earned Nabeshima Seiun's exclamation, "Excellent

skill !"

"This skill was used to kill you, and you still think it's good?"

"Regardless, I am deeply grateful that you spared my daughter."

"Don't you think I won't come back to take her life later?"

"No."

Nabeshima Seiun sat down, regaining his usual commanding presence in the gang: "

I know your kind of person well—resolute and keeping your promises. If you didn't kill Miho in front of me, you wouldn't have

bothered her afterwards."

"I really like beautiful young girls, like flowers, because they make me feel the vitality of youth."

I smiled slightly: "For your daughter's sake, I'll give you another chance. Guess why I'm

here ?"

"For what happened at Otomo Trading Company this afternoon."

Having missed one opportunity, Nabeshima Seiun was determined not to waste this unexpected one: "Looking at

that shocking scene on TV, I should have guessed from the beginning that you had the capability."

"Good, good, you've finally figured it out."

I stood up. "They're all my friends, and I absolutely won't allow anything to

happen . You know what to do, right?"

"I'll go kill that bastard,"

Nabeshima Seiun blurted out instinctively. In his mind, Otomo Masao was a good money-maker, but now,

between life and money, who knows which to choose?

"No need. Just tell him to behave. Besides not wanting my friends to be harassed, I also don't want to

hear any rumors about this kidnapping case outside. If he can't keep his mouth shut, then you can

act." "

Understood. He won't say anything, just like when he faces the media."

Nabeshima Seiun breathed a sigh of relief; it's always good to have this useful subordinate.

I put the book I had just picked up back on the shelf. "The person downstairs will wake up in an hour. Do you have

any more questions?"

"No." Nabeshima Seiun quickly shook his head, but when I walked to the window, he couldn't help but ask,

"Sir, are you... are you a doctor?"

"I refuse to answer that question."

I said without turning my head, "Almost everyone who has seen a doctor dies. Smart people always

live long lives , Mr. Nabeshima, please don't make Miss Miho sad!"

"Yes, I understand..." Nabeshima Seiun was once again drenched in cold sweat and quickly bowed his head in apology. When

he looked up again, the man from before had disappeared. Only then did the Sumiyoshi-kai boss let out a long

sigh and slumped back into his chair.

This mysterious, burly man, though unassuming in appearance, exerted a constant pressure on him,

like a stone weighing thousands of kilograms, pressing heavily on Nabeshima Seiun, almost making him unable to breathe. He had never felt

such pressure, not even when facing his own chairman, or the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi or the chairman of the Inagawa-kai .

In truth, Nabeshima Seiyun already had the answer in his heart: who else could

be 　　such a formidable figure besides the legendary number one assassin in North America—the Doctor? The Doctor, who had never failed, truly lived up to his reputation!

The astute third vice-chairman of the Sumiyoshi-kai vaguely sensed that the reason this terrifying Doctor

had spared him was definitely related to seeing his daughter. But judging from the Doctor's behavior, he wasn't

the kind of lustful person he was; he hadn't seen a trace of greed or possessiveness in his eyes, which made it even

more perplexing.

Shaking his head, Nabeshima Seiyun chuckled to himself. If he could guess the Doctor's thoughts, then he

would n't be the world's top-tier super assassin. Putting aside his speculations, Nabeshima Seiyun picked up

the phone on the table. The call was quickly answered, and he said in a deep voice, "This is Nabeshima Seiyun. Let's

talk somewhere where we won't be overheard."

"Yes!"

The surprised voice of Otomo Masao came from the other end of the line.

Masao Otomo was about to cry to his backer later when, unexpectedly, the man himself called. This

unscrupulous businessman, obsessed with revenge, never imagined what awaited him.

That night, countless people remained awake.

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