[The Girls' School Teacher] (Episode 19, Chapter 2)

Chapter Two: The Assassin Again

Stepping outside, the dozen or so bodyguards merely glanced at me. Finding no unusual sounds or

commands , they didn't stop me from leaving.

The small street where Sunaku was located, though narrow and brightly lit with shops,

had few pedestrians, but it was clear that many were inside eating, drinking, and having fun.

That's the nature of Tokyo—a constant presence of people working tirelessly and

men and women indulging in pleasure. It's the convergence of various desires that creates the unique charm of this megacity.

Leaving the small street and returning to the main street, the scene was bustling again. Men and women

laughed without restraint, turning the summer night's heat into a reason for enjoyment.

Standing at the street corner, about to hail a taxi home, I suddenly lowered my hand, my brow furrowing

.

Two people passed by, their bodies completely covered by trench coats, but I could still sense the murderous aura emanating from

them . But the murderous aura wasn't the main reason I noticed them. The main reason was

that as they passed me, they glanced into the street and mumbled a few words in Slovenian as they walked.

"This mission is easy, they're completely unsuspecting."

"Exactly, it's just a pity for the pretty girls inside!"

As a small country in the Balkans, Slovenian, although one of the three official

languages , is so difficult to pronounce and write that in recent years, apart from its own people, ordinary

Balkan people don't speak it, let alone in Japan.

Whether assassin or spy, a necessary lesson is learning to

communicate in codes or languages others can't understand, to avoid leaks of operations and secrets.

I now suspect they are assassins, wanting to harm Asahi, Ayaka, and their group.

William told me that more and more foreign assassins are entering Japan to make a living, seemingly because

Japan's economy is booming and they're very wealthy, making them more attractive to foreigners.

But in reality, it's due to undercurrents in Japan. Whether in politics, finance, or the underworld, with

Japan 's renewed economic boom, a new round of power struggles is gradually intensifying.

Those with connections naturally hire powerful foreign assistants, doing so discreetly and

without leaving a trace, costing only a small amount of money.

I checked the National Police Agency's internal website; from the summer vacation in June to the start of the new school term, in just

three months , Japan has seen 125 major criminal cases,

significantly more than the entire previous year.

Because of this, Chief Cabinet Secretary Nakako Oki has been frequently reprimanded by Yoshiro Mori. Even His Majesty the Emperor

, upon hearing the news, called the Chief Cabinet Secretary to question whether the criminals were planning to storm the Imperial Palace the next day. His Majesty has been saying

this quite often lately. Although he no longer holds much real power, if he

were to say this to the media, Nakako Oki would be forced to resign on the spot, not even waiting until the next day.

Fortunately, during the Hokkaido assassination crisis, General Akino Nagano also lost some ground, relieving

some of the pressure on Nakagami Oki. This gave him a chance to catch his breath and gather his subordinates, slamming his fist on the table and

shouting for a while, leaving his subordinates, who were used to the Chief Cabinet Secretary's mild-mannered style, completely bewildered.

However, they remembered one thing: upon returning, they must strengthen police forces and arrest all suspicious individuals.

Otherwise , to quote Nakagami Oki, "Before I, Nakagami Oki, resign,

I still have the ability to throw those who have failed in their duties into prison."

Other places are manageable, but in large cities like Tokyo and Osaka, the large foreign population and vast

areas have increased the difficulty of cleanup and security work tenfold. Even though the officers have been forced to give up their vacations,

they cannot cover everything.

Like the two Europeans I just passed by, the police don't usually question them much. They most often

question Chinese and Koreans in Japan, as well as other people with yellow skin. As for white people, whether

Europeans or Americans, they are much more polite.

This is discrimination. Even in Japan, whose economy is touted as the world's largest,

like , the stigma of being suppressed by Europe and America for nearly a century has not yet been recovered.

A thought flashed through my mind, and I turned and walked in another direction, crossing the street to the other side.

Standing in the shadows on the rooftop of an ordinary residential building, I could see the Sunaku restaurant I had just visited, and

the surrounding area was clearly visible.

As mentioned before, Tokyo's architecture is a mix of skyscrapers and ordinary residences, somewhat chaotic,

but from another perspective, this uneven and complex terrain makes Tokyo arguably the most suitable

city for scaling walls.

I activated the satellite surveillance system on my phone, and instantly the military satellite was operational,

displaying the surrounding situation on the screen.

The dozen or so burly men standing at the entrance were all armed, mostly with machetes; only one or two

had pistols on their waists. If they encountered the group of Russian thugs in Hokkaido, they could simply charge in with submachine guns

, and these men wouldn't even have time to react before being wiped out.

Looking around, there were basically no suspicious people within a kilometer radius.

Expanding the search area would require more detailed verification, which would be troublesome.

Not long after, footsteps approached from afar. I turned around and couldn't help but chuckle.

Six burly men were quietly emerging from a small alley behind me. With my ability to see in the dark

, I could clearly see that two of them were the ones I had encountered at the street corner earlier.

They certainly knew how to choose their location. If they climbed out of the alley and crossed the roof I was standing under,

they could reach Sunaku in just over ten meters. Or, they could simply stand where I was and sweep a dozen or so men down with a

submachine gun … Hmm, have I been on too many missions lately?

Why am I so violent? Always talking about heavy weapons like submachine guns?

This thought had barely crossed my mind when I looked back at them and laughed again.

Two of them squatted down, taking out some equipment from their bags and starting to assemble it. They seemed quite adept at assembling weapons …

As someone familiar with the business, I only needed one look to know that what they were assembling wasn't submachine guns... but anti-tank rocket launchers!

Specifically, Russian RPG 40mm anti-tank rocket launchers, the kind of

heavy equipment most favored by mercenaries. One shot, and nothing within a ten-meter radius would be left, not even ashes.

"Boss, after we finish this mission tonight, shall we go to the Maldives or Phuket?"

a younger man laughed. "The women in these places are all pretty good. I didn't get enough last time, and with

all the money we've made this time, it's time to have some more fun!"

"You'll die on a woman's belly one day, kid,"

another lookout chuckled.

"Isn't life all about enjoying yourself?"

the younger man retorted. "But if I really make this much money like this, I'll save up a lot, buy a

seaside villa and a few women, and retire in a year."

"That's a good idea. These small islands in the Pacific would be perfect."

The men chatted as they observed their surroundings. Despite their seemingly nonchalant demeanor, they were quick to react

to any sudden movement.

"Bang!"

A flash of white light, and an object exploded between them. Before the six could even see

what , waves of pain shot through their central nervous system, and they instantly lost consciousness.

If they still had their sense of smell, they would have smelled the aroma of fruit and

wine .

Since I didn't have anything handy, I happened to have the fruit wine that Asahi had given me, so I used my true energy to shatter

it. The plastic fragments of the wine bottle scattered, naturally sealing their pressure points as I wished.

Don't underestimate this simple action; it involved thousands of repetitions of technique practice and precise control of true energy.

Otherwise, the slightest mistake would have triggered a frenzied counterattack from these well-trained assassins.

I pressed my foot on one of their Tanzhong acupoints, and his body jolted, immediately opening his eyes.

Logically, releasing pressure points shouldn't be done at the Tanzhong acupoint, a major acupoint on the body.

The *Huangdi Neijing* states, "Qi gathers at the Tanzhong point," meaning the Tanzhong point is a crucial location where the body's Qi and blood converge.

A slight oversight can disrupt a person's Qi. However, this person is a criminal; I don't care if his

Qi is damaged, I only care that he recovers his senses as quickly as possible.

I noticed this man in his fifties earlier. He had a slightly plump face, thinning hair, and a full

beard—a typical Eastern European feature.

He was the one who directed his companions to stop and begin assembling weapons.

After a brief moment of panic, the man quickly calmed down, looking at me without speaking.

I have now transformed into the assassin doctor, appearing calm and rugged.

"Don't be nervous, I won't kill you,"

I said calmly. "But don't test my patience either. I really dislike people who don't cooperate with me."

The man knew that this ordinary-looking Eastern man had subdued his group without anyone noticing

, and hearing me speak to him in perfect Slovenian made his heart

sink . He knew this trip was likely fraught with danger—he didn't believe my promise not to kill him. He often

said that, but once he got what he wanted, he usually sent his victims straight to heaven.

At the same time, the man also knew that stubbornness didn't guarantee a good outcome. There were countless ways to get someone to talk, and

this young Eastern man was definitely a more skilled assassin than himself. Just looking at his

cold eyes revealed a carefree indifference.

Therefore, the man's first words were, "After I answer you, give me a quick death."

I didn't reply, and went straight to the point: "Who sent you? Why did you kill those young men

and women ?"

"The Yamaguchi-gumi of Japan."

"Crack!"

That was his answer, followed by me kicking his arm and breaking it.

This man was truly a tough guy; he was in so much pain that his face turned blue, but he didn't utter a single cry.

"I'll give you one more chance,"

I said calmly, without offering any explanation.

"The Inagawa-kai!"

"Crack!"

The same action was repeated, but this time it was his other arm that was injured.

Both arms fell down strangely, clearly broken.

"If you want to test my patience, you can try within three minutes to see if my

understanding of human skeletal structure is as profound as yours."

I smiled slightly. "Please answer my question."

I didn't say what would happen after three minutes, but the man understood that if he lied again,

he would definitely be going straight to heaven.

"Just kill me. I only received information from my agent; I have no idea who commissioned me."

The man paused. "You can ask my men; they won't give a different answer."

"Nonsense, you haven't told them, how would they know?"

I blurted out what he was thinking, which impressed him greatly.

Society is developing, and ideas are progressing. Even the ancient profession of assassin has begun to have new

rules and regulations , with various assassin guilds forming to standardize and constrain certain practices.

Some might find it laughable—assassins kill, what need is there for rules and regulations

? Isn't it better to do whatever you want?

But if you think about it carefully, while assassins may be ruthless when killing,

there's always a limit. If someone paid you to kill George W. Bush, would you dare? If they asked you to castrate Prince Charles

, would you dare? If they asked you to kidnap a beautiful female sex slave from Saudi Arabia,

would you dare?

If someone were to actually carry out the mission, it wouldn't just be their family and friends who would suffer—

people don't just spring from rocks—but also the people who commissioned them, and their

families and friends . The extent of their misery is self-evident.

Therefore, the establishment of the Assassin's Guild is essential. All assassins under the guild must adhere to several principles,

and they must actively assist in the pursuit and elimination of assassins who violate the guild's rules.

The assassins also benefit greatly, such as the acquisition of intelligence,

the ability to impersonate various identities, and a constant stream of jobs, saving them a lot of trouble.

For example, when I was in the United States, I was a member of the American Assassin Guild. Although I held a privileged position and didn't accept

their orders, my agent, William, became a director of the guild and wielded considerable power.

There's one large assassin guild in the United States, and one each in South America and Europe. However, these three guilds

don't seem to target their own citizens. For instance, if an American assassin were to kill a state senator, they would be

extremely cautious and hesitant. But if it were a South American or European guild, they wouldn't hesitate. After all, the senator isn't from their own

country. Aside from presidents, prime ministers, and members of Congress, who else could they possibly target?

This man seems to be an assassin from the European guild. He leads a small team on missions, but

he doesn't tell his subordinates much before or after a mission, partly to prevent leaks and partly to avoid them overthinking

.

Just then, the door of the sunaku restaurant a street away suddenly opened. I could clearly

hear Aoki Takaaki's voice, accompanied by several other young men and women, laughing and joking,

sounding drunk.

Not only did I hear it, but the man's ears twitched, then he sighed and calmly closed

his eyes .

"Since that's the case, you can go to prison to repent." I tapped him with my foot, and before a

look of , I struck his pressure point. The man collapsed in response.

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