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Chapter 238 Causing Trouble
Shinjuku, located to the west of central Tokyo and about 6 kilometers from Ginza, is one of the busiest areas in the city. Kabukicho, the district with the highest concentration of shops in the world, lies within it. Known as the "Sleepless City," Shinjuku Kabukicho is the largest entertainment district in Japan and even Eastern Asia, attracting over 300,000 visitors daily, with an even higher footfall during holidays.
At 10 PM, in a bar located on the eastern side of the bustling street, a man wearing a leather jacket with some stubble on his chin was forcefully holding onto a woman dressed in a provocative outfit. Nearby, a young man in a designer suit was covering one side of his face, looking bewildered as he watched the two struggle.
"Let go of me, or I'll call for help," the woman cried out in fear, struggling in vain against the iron grip of the man's right hand.
The man, reeking of alcohol with a flushed face, laughed and pointed at the young man covering his face, "Do you really think a sissy like him can help you? Come on, forget about him. Let's continue drinking. After that, I'll take you somewhere fun."
The woman pleaded tearfully, "Please let me go. He's my boyfriend. We had a fight, and I only came to drink with you to make him angry. I won't do it again, I promise. Please let me go."
Enraged, the man yanked the woman closer and grabbed her chin with his left hand, staring her down, "You dare play me? Do you know who I am? You filthy whore, whether you like it or not, you're staying with me tonight until I'm satisfied."
"Please let me go, I won't do it again..." The woman cried even harder, frightened by his menacing demeanor.
"Let her go, or I'll call the police," the young man trembled as he spoke.
"Shut up, you sissy!" The man picked up a wine bottle and hurled it at him.
"Ahh!" The young man couldn't dodge in time and was struck in the forehead. Blood streamed down his face as he collapsed to the ground.
Witnessing the young man's fate, the onlookers gasped in shock.
With the annoying guy silenced, the man dragged the woman towards a private room in the bar. As he approached, the crowd swiftly parted, giving them a wide berth. No one dared to speak up.
"Please, let me go, don't..." The woman continued to sob and struggle.
But the man paid no heed, dragging her along forcefully.
Finally, three burly men from the bar stepped in to block their path.
The middle-aged manager in a suit took a look at the chaotic scene around him, and then coldly said to the man, "Sir, causing trouble here won't lead to anything good. Let go of this young lady right now and leave, or don't blame us for being impolite."
Glancing at the manager, the drunk man waved his hand and said, "Since you say so, I'll give you some face..." Before he could finish, he suddenly kicked the manager in the stomach.
"What do you think you are, meddling in my business?" The man cursed at the manager, who was writhing in pain on the ground.
Seeing this, the three bouncers hesitated for a moment, then charged at the man. The man suddenly pushed the woman in his grasp toward the bouncers.
The three bouncers instinctively dodged the woman, but at that moment, the man had already reached the bouncer on the left, breaking his nose with a punch before he could react.
By this time, the other two bouncers had arrived, with one immediately kicking at the man. Instead of dodging, the man tightly hugged the attacking leg with both hands, then, with a snap, twisted and broke the bouncer's leg.
As he broke the bouncer's leg, he took a punch to his back from the other bouncer. He quickly let go of the leg, turned around, and elbowed the bouncer behind him in the waist. The heavy blow sent the bouncer flying to the side.
The man, relentless in his advantage, rushed over and repeatedly struck the bouncer's head. After the bouncer fell to the ground, the man continued to kick him several times, leaving him powerless to fight back.
"How dare you interfere with my business, die!" He kicked the bouncer once more and spat on him. When he turned around to look for the woman, he discovered she had disappeared.
Furious that the "damned woman" had escaped, the man walked over to the manager lying on the ground, lifted him with both hands, stared fiercely at him, and asked, "Who told you to meddle so much?" He then punched him in the abdomen.
The manager, in pain, curled up like a cooked shrimp. The man slapped him a few more times before throwing him back onto the floor.
After cursing angrily, the man walked over to the bar shelf and took two expensive bottles of foreign liquor, then swaggered out of the bar.
While he was taking the bottles, the bartender didn't dare make a sound and shrank to the side, trembling. The other onlookers kept quiet, fearing they'd bring trouble upon themselves.
After the man left, a gentlemanly middle-aged man wearing an expensive suit suddenly asked a waiter, "Do you know that man? Who is he?"
The waiter replied, "I don't know. I've been working here for a long time, but this is the first time I've seen him. I'm sorry, but I have to check on the manager now. Please excuse me." After speaking, he hurried over to the manager lying on the ground. At this point, not only him, but several other waiters also went over, apparently realizing it was an excellent opportunity to curry favor with the manager.
The gentlemanly man suddenly headed for the exit of the bar.
At that moment, the man who had just caused a scene in the bar was walking down the street, drinking from an opened bottle of foreign liquor, cursing all the while. When he saw passersby giving him curious looks, he glared at them or directly swore at them. The passersby didn't dare look any longer and hurriedly walked away. Seeing their fleeing figures, he burst into laughter.
Suddenly, a luxury sedan stopped in front of him on the roadside, and the gentleman who had been asking the waiter about the man got out of the back seat.
Unlike the other passersby who were eager to avoid him, the gentlemanly man stopped the drunken man and said, "Sir, could I have a word with you?"
"What do you want?" The man looked at him with annoyance.
"I have a habit of making friends with capable people. I saw your impressive skills in the bar just now and wanted to get to know you. I wonder if you have the time, I'd like to have a chat with you," the gentleman replied.
"I didn't expect you to have such good taste. I thought Japan was only left with blind people and sissies," the man said, quite smugly.
"My car is right in front. If you don't mind, we can find a more comfortable place to chat." The gentleman made an inviting gesture.
The man glanced at him and swaggered towards the sedan.
"May I ask your name?" the gentleman asked the man while they were in the car.
"My name is Yagami-kyo. And you?" The man replied while examining the interior of the luxury sedan.
"I am Daimon Eitai, a businessman. Mr. Yagami, you have such impressive skills. What line of work are you in?"
The man looked at him and then told him about his background.
Yagami-kyo had joined a mercenary group in Bulgaria at the age of eighteen, and since then, his mercenary work had taken him to various war-torn regions around the world. Although he wasn't yet forty, he had been to many places.
After the mercenary group disbanded, Yagami returned to Japan. During his time abroad, he had developed a gambling habit and consequently had little savings. However, he wasn't too worried; upon returning to Japan, he confidently believed that some entrepreneur would recognize his talents and put him to good use. But two years had passed, and not only had he not been given any important positions, his living expenses were also becoming increasingly tight. Of course, he would never tell Daimon Eitai about such humiliating circumstances.
Daimon nodded and said, "So, Mr. Yagami, you're a professional mercenary. No wonder your skills are so impressive. That being said, I assume you're also proficient with firearms?"
"Of course, if a mercenary couldn't use a gun, they'd be dead on the battlefield already. Not to brag, but a few years ago, during the coup in Congo, if it weren't for me taking out the rebel leader with a sniper rifle, not only would my teammates have been in danger, but the president and officials would have met a tragic end. There was also a time in Haiti when we were surrounded by enemies. Luckily, I managed to break through and bring reinforcements," Yagami said, growing more excited as he spoke.
Seeing his enthusiasm, Daimon didn't show any annoyance but seemed genuinely interested.
With such an attentive audience, Yagami eagerly recounted stories of his past exploits, which only he knew whether they were true or not.
Later, Daimon took Yagami to the most upscale nightclub in Kabukicho. Surrounded by scantily-clad beautiful women, Yagami nearly drooled.
In the VIP room, Yagami happily drank while touching the two attractive women accompanying him, as Daimon, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor, drank and chatted without seeking any female company.
After more than an hour of partying, Yagami was fairly drunk. He laughed and said to Daimon, "Daimon... sir, you're a really good person. In the future, no matter what, as long as you ask, I'll help you."
"Then I'll thank you in advance. By the way, here's my business card. If you need anything, please call the number on it," Daimon said, handing him a card.
Yagami glanced at it, put it in his pocket, and continued to drink and chat with the two women.
Daimon picked up his glass, took a sip, and smiled as he watched Yagami.
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