[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 21, Chapter 5)

Chapter Five: The Rooftop Bomber A

five-star hotel isn't necessarily better the higher it is. This hotel, for example, only has twenty-eight floors. The bottom

ten floors are for business purposes, and the top eighteen are for guests.

Like the above, a five-star hotel isn't about having more rooms; it's about ensuring each room is clean, hygienic,

and comfortable, providing guests with the best possible rest – that's the standard for a five-star hotel, not quantity.

Business trips to Japan are very frequent, especially in Tokyo, so this five-star hotel

usually , at least over 50%, which is quite good. But few people know that

the owner behind this five-star hotel is the Sumiyoshi-kai, Japan's second-largest yakuza group.

Staying in a hotel with yakuza ties is often safer than staying in hotels owned by other companies – this is undeniably

a unique characteristic of Japan.

Because of the yakuza meeting today, the hotel is surrounded by members of the ten major yakuza groups, there for security,

in case any foreign forces try to wipe them out.

If Miho and I went out, we'd feel awkward under everyone's gaze, so I chose

not to leave the hotel and instead took the elevator upstairs.

The hotel rooftop is never open to the public, for security and management

reasons .

However, hotel rooftops often offer the best views, providing panoramic city

vistas that are usually unseen.

I quietly slipped onto the rooftop with Miho Nabeshima. Of course, once we were inside, the door lock was put back on

, leaving no trace of our presence.

Tokyo was still ablaze with lights, its landmarks appearing in varying distances, resembling a

beautiful book.

In this secluded spot, Miho didn't stand on ceremony. As we sat on a small water tank platform

, she leaned on my shoulder. We

didn't manage to sneak much from the banquet hall—just two cans of Asahi beer, a bag of tempura, and

a bag of grilled chicken nuggets.

Even in Tokyo, late October meant the tail end of summer. The rooftop was pleasantly breezy, a welcome respite

from the heat.

In this atmosphere, Miho was very happy, repeatedly picking up her beer to drink, eating as

she told me about the funny things that happened to her every day, mostly about her school days, and some about her home days

… Since I comforted this little girl last time, she had opened up a lot around me and had come to regard me as

a friend.

As we were talking, the little beauty suddenly turned her head to look at me: “Junxiong… when I grow up, be your

girlfriend!”

I smiled faintly, “I’ll think about it when you’re really grown up!”

Miho smiled so much that her crescent-shaped eyes curved, “Hehe, I thought you were going to give me a stern lecture.”

I hesitated for a moment, not saying anything, thinking: “Actually, scolding and delaying are the same thing. After all

, scolding a little girl like you would hurt your feelings… As for when we grow up, I have plenty of money

to burn . If you still insist on being my girlfriend then, I won’t be polite.” Then I thought about it again, and realized

that I really was becoming more and more lecherous, even having designs on such a little girl. What a sin. But… her

development is really good!

Noticing my gaze looking down at her, Miho's face flushed even more. She knew it

wasn't from the alcohol; this feeling was even more intoxicating and heart-pounding than drinking.

"Junxiong…"

The bright and beautiful girl mustered her courage and suddenly leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, but

immediately pulled away, her body trembling with excitement.

This kiss was similar to the last one, but she felt that its meaning was completely different…

perhaps, this was true teenage infatuation!

I didn't pursue Miho's "sneak attack," but simply held her slender waist, letting her lean against me

.

In her excitement, the slight effects of the alcohol from earlier began to rise, and gradually,

she fell asleep in my warm embrace.

At Miho's age, she loves to sleep, and she sleeps soundly. I wouldn't let her

sleep on the floor , so I held her on my lap, letting her snuggle against me. I even took off my dress coat,

covering the little girl like a kitten. Meanwhile

, I started planning the teaching materials I'd prepared for the next few days, going over all the necessary knowledge and data

before I was done.

It wasn't that I was idle; compared to Ayaka's gentleness, Asahi asked more questions than all the other girls

combined . The problem was, she also knew more than them. For every question others asked, she'd ask three, eventually

veer into complex theories, making it easy for me to embarrass myself if I wasn't prepared.

However, Asahi's inquisitive nature also displeased the previous thirteen girls, especially

the five "little wives" besides Midori. The other girls felt that since she always asked more questions than them, did she

think she was different, and that because she came from America, she knew more?

Midori knew Asahi was resentful of me, and she had told her sisters, but they didn't believe her. The reason was simple

: the "little wives" thought more directly. Asahi, you're a Harvard graduate, yet you

inexplicably Japan to study at Sakura Academy High School. Your purpose is truly intriguing,

not just simple revenge!

However, even if you want to attract Toshio's attention, using such a ruthless method, isn't it disrespectful to us,

the " first wives"? Yes, that's right. The six beauties always felt that as Toshio's first wife,

there was no hierarchy among classmates, but other girls had to behave properly to marry into the family.

Asahi wasn't unaware of her classmates' growing rejection of her, but she didn't care at all: I

'm not here to play with you little girls; I'm here to investigate this despicable man's true colors!

As their teacher, my perspective is naturally much broader than theirs.

Asagi was indeed trying to cause me trouble, but at the same time, many of the questions she asked were things the other

pretty girls hadn't thought of. Through our question-and-answer session, the girls were able to better understand economics.

Knowledge, understanding the essence of various important financial wars.

So, in another sense, Asahi's role in the class is more like my assistant.

"Thump! Thump!"

Two muffled sounds from a dozen meters behind me made me turn around abruptly and see a large door being pushed open

silently .

All hotel rooftops don't have just one entrance; the one that opened now wasn't

the one I had entered through before.

My alertness wasn't because someone had entered, but because the door had been opened using a

silenced pistol bullet, forcefully breaking the lock.

If it were hotel staff, they wouldn't need a silenced pistol, would they?

As expected, three men dressed in black emerged from the darkness through the open door. Their steps were extremely

light; if you didn't look closely, they would almost blend into the night, leaving no trace.

The three paused briefly, then quickly dispersed; two went to the left and right, and one went in a straight line. I gave a cold

laugh, pressed the pressure points on the little beauty in my arms, and silently leaped off the small platform, disappearing

into .

The wine and meat that had been on the platform were also rolled up with my hand and landed on the ground

without a sound.

When I came in, I had already prepared for someone to come and interrupt. Next to the platform

were several small partitions, forming a secluded space. In the darkness, unless

you were right in front of it, from a distance you would only think it was part of a water storage platform.

There were quite a few water storage platforms on the rooftop, so these people had no reason to check them one by one.

My judgment was correct; the three black-clad men, skilled in martial arts, searched the entire rooftop within a minute

, though not a thorough search.

Once they were sure there was no one else on the rooftop, the three put their silenced pistols back

on their bodies, stood not far from me, and began to speak quietly.

"This is my first time doing something this big, I'm actually a little nervous."

"Nervous about what? We blast fish in ponds, isn't that what we do?"

"Blast fish? Please, this involves hundreds of lives, can it be the same as blasting fish?"

"Of course it's different from blasting fish. After we blow all these people up, the underworld in Tokyo and even all of Japan will

suffer heavy casualties. Then we can live the high life. Can blasting fish have such a good outcome?"

"That's true. Once we control the territory, I'm going to fuck those sluts in Roppongi to death. Damn it

, they actually look down on me because I'm Korean, and they won't do business with me!"

"Hehehe..."

The three men in black laughed, a rare occurrence when the topic turned to women.

They were speaking Korean. It's not easy for ordinary people to distinguish between North and South Korean, but I knew that North

Korean accents are slightly harsher and more rigid, while South Korean accents are more rounded. These

three men's accents were clearly from Pyongyang.

As an assassin, if I couldn't even understand what they wanted to do, I'd be a complete failure.

These three North Koreans were utterly depraved! They wanted to blow up this five-star hotel!

Keep in mind, besides the yakuza bosses and their families, there were hundreds of hotel staff and

guests here. It's one thing for it to be a gangster feud, but what crime had their families committed? What crime had the other

innocent bystanders committed?

Instantly, my killing intent surged.

Purely from a utilitarian perspective, these people chose the perfect time. As they said, if they

eliminated this group, the underground order in Tokyo and even all of Japan would immediately fall into chaos. Then, taking advantage of the chaos,

acquiring vast territories and immense wealth would be just around the corner.

You could say this is the ambition of all foreign powers that come to Japan to expand!

However, the Sumiyoshi-kai's defenses were simply too poor. If the three of them had detonated a massive number of

bombs inside the hotel instead of trying to escape first, even I wouldn't have had a chance to dodge...

After all, people crave survival; otherwise, they wouldn't have run to the rooftop to escape—from below? You

're kidding , right? There were at least a thousand burly men watching the hotel; even if they turned into mosquitoes, their legs would be broken.

As I pondered this, the three North Koreans stopped talking, opened their backpacks, and took out thick

ropes and other tools.

The hotel only had twenty-eight floors, and the surrounding buildings varied in height and weren't too far apart .

Anyone with a bit of agility could escape using the ropeway, let alone these three, who were clearly highly trained.

In less than a minute, they had tied the rope to a thick iron pillar, and the other end

was held by one of them, who forcefully swung it to another building a dozen meters away. That building was five or six meters

taller and looked like an office building.

"Let's go!"

said the leader of the three, his voice trembling slightly. What was about to happen was probably

the most daring thing they had ever done in their lives, and even with their strong mental fortitude, they couldn't help but tremble.

"Um...uh!"

The man to the right rear had just agreed when his body suddenly went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

His companion reacted quickly, reaching into his pocket,

but

he too fell to the ground in the same position. The leader reacted even faster, taking a step forward and viciously slapping his

left wrist with his right hand.

There was a very obvious raised square mark there!

I wasn't foolish enough to think he was trying to harm himself. With a flick of my finger, the small stones I had been holding were sent flying

, accurately hitting his pressure points for paralysis and speech.

And as the third thud sounded, the leader's right hand missed his left wrist by a centimeter

.

Amidst his complex mix of fear, anger, and regret, I stepped forward, first knocking

the North Korean unconscious, then yanking open his black shirt sleeve to reveal a

black box, about the size of a kilogram of gold, with two buttons, each the size of a broad bean, flashing a menacing red light.

When it comes to bombs, I'm an absolute expert, setting aside the "heaven" these people may never have seen.

I am familiar with 130 types of bombs and 67 types of landmines produced by 25 countries… but

the controllers are far fewer, only five or six types.

The one on this North Korean's wrist was one of those sonic high-frequency modulation remote controls, with a range of 200

meters. Its sensitivity wasn't great, but its stability was excellent.

Pressing one button detonated after a 30-second countdown; pressing both buttons simultaneously detonated immediately.

Judging from the leader's posture, he clearly intended to take everyone down with him.

Unfortunately for him, they ran into me, and he had no chance at all.

The rest was much simpler. I immediately turned on my phone's GPS and scanned

the hotel.

Since it was an American military satellite, its bomb detection was exceptionally sensitive. Just one minute later,

I detected a neatly arranged 100 kilograms of high

explosives under the bed in a room on the 23rd floor—heaven knows how they brought so much explosives into the hotel.

Ten minutes later, I carried the sleeping Nabeshima Miho into the banquet hall on the second floor.

The banquet hall was still bustling. Before I even entered, the beautiful sound of a piano drifted

over . Standing at the entrance, I saw a young woman sitting at a piano in the center of the hall, skillfully

playing a famous Chopin piece, attracting countless eyes.

I quickly slipped away to a secluded corner away from the entrance, sitting on a sofa with my back to the wall

, able to see everyone else.

Several hotel staff had seen Miho and I leave and then return with her in my arms, their minds filled with

speculation , though they dared not show any expression... However, their eyes betrayed their envy and

jealousy.

I put on my headphones and pressed the dial button.

"Buzz..."

Nabeshima Seiun, who was listening to Inagawa Masakiyo's speech, felt his phone vibrate.

To avoid being impolite, he had given his work phone to a trusted subordinate before entering and put

his personal phone on vibrate. Everyone knew what he was doing and hadn't disturbed him,

but now a call was coming in.

Nabeshima Seiun wasn't seated at the round table. The ten people sitting there were

the leaders . These deputy leaders sat behind their leaders, listening but generally not speaking. Even if

they wanted to say something, they would only speak to their own leader, who would then address it; otherwise, it would be considered an

offense to the other leaders.

Hesitating for a moment, Nabeshima Seiun's cautious nature prevented him from hanging up immediately,

as this was his personal phone, and not many people knew about it.

Looking down at his phone, he saw a foreign number displayed, causing him to frown.

Since he had already figured it out, Nabeshima Seiun put on his headset and answered the call.

"Mr. Nabeshima." The voice on the other end was gentle yet familiar. With a hint of confusion, Nabeshima Seiun

responded calmly.

"Long time no see. I'm the leader of 'Public Justice Holy War Garden'."

"Ah?"

The "Demon Strategist" nearly jumped out of his skin, his face turning ashen as he exclaimed.

He feared this "Axiom Jihadist Group" second only to "The Doctor," North America's number one assassin. Many might

not know this, but Nabeshima Seiun knew all too well that the two were closely connected and could not be offended.

This leader of the "Axiom Jihadist Group" calling without reason was definitely not good news!

Inagawa Masakiyo, who was discussing his opinions, couldn't help but look up, glancing discreetly in their direction.

When he saw it was Nabeshima Seiun, the old fox of the Inagawa Association was even slightly surprised: "Did I say something wrong?"

It wasn't just Inagawa Masakiyo who was staring at Nabeshima Seiun; after all, the second voice in the meeting was

rather jarring. But the "Demon Strategist" didn't look at anyone, lowering his head to wait for

the leader of the "Axiom Jihadist Group" to continue.

"Don't be so nervous. Put your phone on the table now so everyone can hear me."

"What do you want to do?"

"It's good for you. Oh, Mr. Inagawa is looking over here again. Put

the phone up before he gets angry."

Nabeshima Seiun looked up and, sure enough, because of his earlier startled growl, Inagawa Masakiyo stopped

talking again and glared at him with displeasure.

But the "Demon Strategist's" quick thinking was no joke.

Judging they wouldn't give anyone a chance to resist. So, instead of resisting, it was better to listen to what he had to say.

Having figured this out, Nabeshima Seiun immediately stood up, took off his earpiece, and

placed the phone on the oak oval table in full view of everyone.

"It's the leader of the 'Axiom Holy War Group' calling,"

Nabeshima Seiun explained calmly. In an instant, everyone's expression changed.

The eyes of Aoki Fuchikai and Aoki Toshitaka, members of the Yamaguchi-gumi, flashed with murderous intent; Inagawa Masakiyo

and his Inagawa-kai, along with the Iwashita siblings and others, appeared relaxed. The others, however, were more or less

uneasy —justice and evil always seem to repel each other.

"Hello everyone,"

I smiled slightly, looking at their expressions on my phone screen. "On the rooftop, there are three

North Koreans lying down; under the bed in room number 15 on the 23rd floor, there are two hundred kilograms of high explosives with the fuse removed.

I hope you can handle the aftermath properly."

"Hiss…"

Gasps of shock filled the conference room.

But the ten men sitting in the center, who were among the elite of the Japanese underworld, only showed a slight pause before

regaining their composure. Whether they were afraid or not, at this moment, they absolutely could not show any emotion;

otherwise, if they themselves were in disarray, how could they expect their subordinates to remain calm?

"Commander..."

"Beep beep..."

Inagawa Masakiyo was about to ask for more details when the call ended.

The group looked at each other, wanting to say something, but no one spoke, and the room

fell .

"Regardless of whether what Mr. Pu is saying is true or false, we should send someone to check it

out ."

Yao's clear, cold voice echoed throughout the meeting room. "In addition, all of us, as well as our relatives outside,

should leave the hotel and go to a safe place on the street."

"I agree!"

"Agreed!"

"Let's do it this way!"

Everyone knew that now was not the time to hesitate. Yao's method was a two-pronged approach and could be considered the best

solution . They weren't politicians, so there was no need for a meeting to discuss it; they could just decide and do it directly.

"Alright, I'll make the call now, and you guys tell everyone to leave."

An elderly man with white hair said. This man, whose face was full of wrinkles but whose breath was deep and long, was none other than

Ukiki Heizen, the chairman of the Sumiyoshi-kai. He was sixty-two years old this year. Don't let his aged appearance fool you; he

had but even now, he could still defeat five black belt masters.

"Attention everyone! We've prepared a mystery gift for everyone on the street.

Get out there now, quick!"

Aoki Yuanhai shouted into the microphone. These leaders, along with their families

, rushed out, and the rest followed suit. In no time, everyone who had come to the banquet

had successfully escaped through the hotel's main entrance.

The subordinates waiting outside were stunned, thinking something had happened. They quickly

surrounded their leaders, their eyes darting fiercely around,

ready to provoke a fight at any moment.

Most were unaware that while everyone was running, dozens of Sumiyoshi-kai experts

rushed in through the other doors, heading towards the two locations indicated by Ukiki Heizen.

Once everyone was out, the ten leaders breathed a sigh of relief and huddled together again,

whispering amongst themselves.

Their families, seeing that the mystery gift Aoki Yuanhai had mentioned wasn't on the street, also sensed

something was wrong, their faces turning pale.

"Junxiong... what happened?"

The little beauty I was holding woke up after I released her pressure points and looked her over for a while before

asking.

"There might be some problems,"

I replied with a smile, and then put her down, letting Ryoko Nabeshima hold her daughter in her arms.

"Brother-in-law, it's..."

Junichi Iwashita, who was standing next to me, was about to tell me what happened in the meeting room when he saw Heiji Ukki, who had been holding

his phone , crush it in his hand.

"Baka!"

Heiji Ukki roared angrily.

It was somewhat funny, a group of people were plotting how to eliminate their rivals, and they almost got wiped out themselves.

Therefore, after knowing that the leader of the "Axiom Holy War Group" was telling the truth,

it was not surprising that Heiji Ukki impulsively crushed his phone.

It was at this moment that Rin Sanada, who had learned what had happened from Chu Sanada, immediately turned her puzzled

and curious eyes to my face.

The alluring woman's eyes shone brightly, sparkling like stars even in the night sky…

For the next twelve hours, Tokyo's underworld was in utter chaos.

People initially thought the crackdown on the North Korean

gangs was a massive storm, but by the next morning,

when astonishing statistics were presented to intelligence agencies worldwide, it became clear that the previous attack was merely a drizzle; this

was a true tornado.

In just over ten hours, twenty-one North Korean gangs in Tokyo were wiped out,

with over . The North Korean gangs suffered a devastating blow, utterly powerless to retaliate.

And that wasn't all; the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department issued arrest warrants for all the escaped North Korean gang leaders

.

The police did this for no other reason than the sheer terror of the two hundred kilograms of high explosives they possessed!

You might say that no matter how much fighting occurs among Japanese gangs, it's usually just swords, guns, clubs, or settled over drinks. But

these North Koreans are different; they have absolutely no sense of belonging to Japan. If they keep using

hundreds of kilograms of explosives, Tokyo will be riddled with holes sooner or later!

Unlike the yakuza, who only target North Koreans, the police are screening and

monitoring sensitive areas day and night; anyone acting suspiciously

is taken to the police station for a chat.

Every police officer is on edge.

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