Chapter 311: The Beast's Last Resort

Chapter 311: The Beast's Last Resort

At the top of Yumihouse Tower, the well-dressed executives calmly laid down their weapons, handing them over to the Enforcement Bureau members guarding the entrance, before entering the conference room.

This meeting was grand yet slightly rushed, gathering almost all the upper and middle-level figures. While most attendees had their doubts, for these black-clad men who licked the blade's edge daily, handling emergencies was routine. They proceeded with the meeting as usual, following the standard procedures.

Among them, a small group had red ropes tied around their wrists. They remained calm and collected, smiling and nodding to those around them, their eyes flickering, occasionally glancing at each other as if by chance.

The conference room was dimly lit, with curtains drawn, and at the top sat Old Dad, waiting for everyone to take their seats. With a light tap on the table, the room fell silent. In this atmosphere, he began his speech with a solemn expression.

"Today, I've gathered everyone for a very important announcement."

"It's been several decades since I took over as the Family Head. These years, I haven't done exceptionally well, relying entirely on everyone's tireless cooperation..."

Using clear words, efficient gestures, and concise yet powerful body language, Old Dad's speech was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

As everyone's attention was drawn to his performance, "Ninjas" with short swords and wakizashis quietly entered the dimly lit conference room. They were from the Wind Demon Family, one of the Lower Five Families, skilled in infiltration, assassination, and poisoning.

The ninjas made no sound, tiptoeing like ghosts towards those with red ropes. The half-breed's keen senses detected something, and just as they were about to turn around, Old Dad slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise. Then, he announced a message that shook the entire Serpent Clan.

"In fact, during this meeting, I plan to pass on the position of Family Head to the head of the Genji Clan, Genji Shina. I wonder if anyone has any objections!"

As everyone was stunned by this news, the ninjas seized the opportunity and swiftly moved behind the spies with red ropes. With agile movements, they brandished their cold short swords towards the spies' necks.

Pfft—

The carotid artery was slashed, and bright red blood gushed out, spraying onto the conference table. Before anyone could react, dozens of bloodstains bloomed almost simultaneously, filling the room with a thick, bloody smell.

"Ahhhh!"

"There's an assassin! Protect the Family Head!"

"It's the Demon Hordes?!"

The confused executives, startled and angry, sprang to their feet. They never expected an assassination attempt within the Serpent Clan's headquarters. Golden Eyes lit up, and some had even started using Incantations.

But soon, they stopped, as the assassins, after completing their task, voluntarily discarded their short swords and removed their masks. To their astonishment, the assassins were members of their own clan. Their questioning gazes turned towards Old Dad.

Old Dad slowly stood up, drawing back the curtains. Sunlight flooded into the blood-stained conference room. On the spies' faces, there was still shock, confusion, and anger. Most hadn't yet understood why they were exposed, their eyes still holding on to the fear of death and the longing for life.

He smiled and explained, "Don't panic. They are spies from the Demon Hordes, and getting rid of them is the main purpose of this meeting. Kaguya Hime, show them the evidence you've gathered so far."

Similar to NoMa, but slightly inferior, the supercomputer Kaguya Hime from the Japanese Branch spoke with a gentle voice.

"The spy list has been confirmed. I'll present the evidence currently gathered."

Wherever they go, they leave a trail.

In this age of information, with Kaguya Hime's help, clues could always be found if one searched diligently. The spies had to use various channels to transmit information.

In the crowd, one after another, people couldn't help but sigh. The familiar faces on the spy list were chilling.

"That's the head of the Kanto Branch, Akayuki Chie. When did those troublemakers join the Demon Hordes?"

"There's also an Enforcement Bureau member, a doctor from the Iwaryu Research Institute, many low-level executives... Have the Demon Hordes infiltrated the Serpent Clan to this extent?"

Their hearts were filled with unease, realizing how challenging the Demon Hordes were, having penetrated every aspect of the Serpent Clan.

Old Dad's tone was firm, his gaze drifting into the distance, "Don't worry. The Demon Hordes will become history today. The war has begun, and it will end soon!"

Hearing the Family Head's resolute words, they realized that the heads of the Serpent Clan seemed to be absent.

...

In Shinjuku's Kabukicho, the largest red-light district in Asia, was bathed in its usual fantastical neon lights. The scent of tobacco, alcohol, and cosmetics filled the air, but the sudden burst of gunfire sent the crowd into a panic, screaming and scattering.

The black box trucks drove out one by one, and the high-ranking members of the Serpent Clan emerged, led by Kanayama Kaoru. Behind him was a large group of Serpent Clan thugs and gang members.

They moved swiftly and without hesitation, storming into hidden buildings one after another. From within, the screams of the Demon Hordes echoed, as piercing as the wails of tortured demons in hell.

The same scenario unfolded in various corners of Tokyo. In the four directions of the Imperial Palace and the forty-seven administrative districts, all the Demon Hordes' hideouts across Tokyo were simultaneously attacked. The heads of the eight clans led their forces from different directions, launching a fierce assault.

The war had quietly begun. As the supreme underworld power, the Serpent Clan, armed with guns loaded with mercury bullets, overwhelmed the Demon Hordes, executing the 'demons' on the spot. Streams of crimson blood flowed.

Kaguya Hime sent the criminal evidence of the Demon Hordes to the Metropolitan Police Department. News articles in various newspapers were already prepared, and the public was informed of the impending demise of the evil forces that threatened the people's safety. Officials who had sheltered the Demon Hordes received death threats, along with evidence of bribery and photographs of their mistresses. From top to bottom, the Serpent Clan had the Demon Hordes surrounded.

Kanayama Kaoru, holding a tachi sword, showed no emotion as he oversaw the scene, his voice carrying a hint of emotion, "Although the Serpent Clan has great influence, this is the first time we've seen such a large-scale gang war."

The fact that the underworld was legal in Japan did not mean they could do as they pleased. After all, this was the capital of a country, and the political facade still required some face.

Chu Zihan spoke indifferently, "It seems like you don't need our help."

"The Demon Hordes' strength has always been far inferior to the Serpent Clan. With our intelligence support, this is the current situation."

Kanayama Kaoru smiled, "Your presence is also meaningful. No matter the disparity in strength, casualties are inevitable. With you as reinforcements, we can reduce direct confrontations."

He paused slightly, "Additionally, our group's offensive is more dangerous. The Demon Hordes' main force is concentrated here, along with their money-making 'Narakai'."

"Narakai?"

Caesar seemed slightly interested. He knew that 'Narakai' referred to the bottomless hell, "What is it?"

"It's a casino run by the Demon Hordes' third-in-command, 'Ryoma'. All the gamblers are fallen demons, destined to ruin their families and end up in endless hell. It's a place that suits the Demon Hordes' twisted nature."

Kanayama Kaoru chuckled, "We destroyed the 'Beyond Garden', and the 'Yellow Spring Residence' appeared. After destroying the 'Yellow Spring Residence', the 'Narakai' emerged. You can imagine that if they survive, similar places will continue to appear in the future. The Demon Hordes can quickly establish casinos, and no matter how many times we destroy them, they rebuild. Those born demons are like the desires in human hearts, impossible to kill or eradicate."

Those fallen clansmen were like shadows behind the Serpent Clan. Kanayama Kaoru's expression flickered for a moment, but he quickly regained his determination.

"But today, we'll finally put an end to this."

An explosion, "Boom," echoed from the building, followed by the flashes of dazzling flashbangs, smoke grenades, and tear gas, one after the other. The bodies of the clan members were piled with many 'demons' who had lost their resistance or been shot dead by mercury bullets.

"It's coming."

Caesar spoke with narrowed eyes. Since Lu Ke had activated his dormant bloodline with some unknown ritual, his Incantation had become much stronger. "Kamaitachi" could now detect distant locations.

Dense footsteps approached, and a large wave of desperate 'demons' appeared before them, stopping at a distance. Their golden eyes, tinted with red, held the despair of those driven to their last resort.

Each of them held a vial containing a golden-hued liquid—Molotov cocktails. These were the evolution potions prepared by the Warlord for his subordinates. Once consumed in sufficient doses, they would become Deathstalkers. Every 'demon' had a fierce desire to take the world down with them.

A small gang leader among them looked at Kanayama Kaoru and the clan members behind him coldly and then burst into laughter with the other demons.

"The end of the Demon Hordes is near, but today we'll be freer than ever!"

"This cup, to freedom!"

Each 'demon' smiled and drank the potion. Their bodies began to tremble violently as the potent potion took effect, causing drastic changes. Dragon scales started to grow, and their limbs twisted and deformed. Their golden eyes became even more brilliant.

Chu Zihan watched as the Deathstalkers underwent dragon transformation, slowly drawing Murasame. Caesar, meanwhile, reached for the Desert Eagle at his waist.

...

"How is this possible..."

At this moment, Genji Shina's attention had shifted from Lu Ke and Hanae to Fujima Ryuuji. He looked at Fujima Ryuuji as if gazing upon a fragile dream.

"Brother..."

Fujima Ryuuji's voice softened, and he wore a pure and innocent smile like a child, but the next moment, he revealed a sinister grin.

"You killed me."

As soon as he spoke, his figure vanished from its original spot, and the cherry-red longsword sliced through the air with a terrifying speed, aiming for his own kin.

Ding!

Child Cutter blocked the cherry-red longsword. Genji Shina, who had prepared for battle before coming, was already alert when his resurrected younger brother charged towards him. He held his sword to defend against the onslaught.

Did his younger brother, whom he had killed with his own hands, return to seek revenge?

The heavy force transmitted through the refined alchemical blade made Genji Shina's hand go numb, instantly snapping him out of his indescribable emotions.

The brother before him was no longer the child who used to follow him around with adoring eyes. His strength and speed surprised Genji Shina as well.

Genji Shina focused his mind, looking at the face that was almost identical to his own, laughing wildly like a demon. His mind was in turmoil, filled with guilt, struggle, sorrow, and conflict... Countless emotions coalesced into a resolute darkness in an instant.

The Spider Cutter, gleaming with a cold light, slashed towards his younger brother, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind!

"Such a nostalgic edge, brother. Come and kill me for the second time!"

Fujima Ryuuji laughed maniacally as he swung his longsword. Child Cutter and Spider Cutter, two renowned blades, clashed together to barely block his onslaught.

The clash of "Emperor" and "Demon" had already begun.

The people around seemed to ignore this area, and everyone diverted their paths from a distance, leaving this place as a forgotten battlefield.

Both brothers shared the same initial bloodline, but Genji Shina had developed more excellently and received specialized training, giving him a slight edge in technique. However, from a young age, Fujima Ryuuji had consumed countless evolution potions.

The White King's blood allowed Fujima Ryuuji to maintain his sanity, although most of the drugs were still dormant within his body, waiting to be unleashed. But even his usual bloodline had already surpassed Genji Shina, and as the battle raged on, his accelerated blood circulation began to catalyze the drugs, gradually tilting the battlefield in his favor.

"Brother, weren't you always the strongest? Why are you in such a sorry state?"

Amidst the frenzied clash of blades, Fujima Ryuuji laughed madly.

His moves were wild and unrefined, but with the terrifying power and speed backing him up, he fought like a demon, making it difficult for Genji Shina to resist, especially with his reckless abandon.

"You are Amaterasu, a man who rules over humans like the sun. How can you bow to us ghosts who cannot see the light?"

Genji Shina remained silent, focusing all his attention on capturing his opponent's edge. He could barely retaliate, for in all his years, he had rarely encountered an opponent who could challenge him. But within a few days, this "Emperor" had experienced several setbacks.

Hanae, standing by his side, had already distinguished the difference between the two. The calm one was her brother, and the insane one was not. Sensing that her brother was falling into a disadvantage, she slowly raised her hand.

For Hanae, appearance wasn't the standard to judge a person. Even if someone had the same appearance as her brother, they wouldn't be her kin.

The Golden Eye lit up, and Hanae transformed from a docile kitten into a majestic queen. She pointed her index finger at Fujima Ryuuji, her eyes cold as she prepared to deliver "Judgment," declaring his death.

Fujima Ryuuji, who was reveling in the battle and had cornered Genji Shina, was startled. His hair stood on end as if something terrifying had fixed its gaze upon him. His biological instincts compelled him to halt his attack and take a few steps back.

Lu Ke held Hanae's raised hand and slowly lowered it, patting her head. Fujima Ryuuji was also Hanae's older brother, and he couldn't let her bear the burden of fratricide.

Genji Shina withdrew and retreated, gasping for breath as he reached Lu Ke and Hanae. He spoke in a low voice.

"You take Hanae and leave first. I'll deal with him."

Lu Ke was slightly surprised. "Big Brother-in-Law, you actually trust me so much?"

Genji Shina glared at Lu Ke, his teeth grinding audibly. It wasn't that he trusted Lu Ke, but the current situation was dangerous, and he could only entrust Hanae to Lu Ke.

He didn't know that Hanae's problem had already been resolved. He only thought that although Hanae's Word Spirit was powerful, her physical condition was weak, and it would be dangerous if the fight got too close.

"Did you two... last night..."

Lu Ke's face turned red, and he coughed twice, feeling embarrassed and lowering his head.

Genji Shina's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he gritted his teeth before charging towards Fujima Ryuuji again.

He feared that if he got any closer to Lu Ke, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing this scoundrel, thief, and despicable scum!

(End of Chapter)

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