Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

He ignored the man and walked away.

As for the passers-by who witnessed this scene, or the possible surveillance cameras, he simply disdained them.

The number one figure in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is named Mitsubishi.

Although the six major Japanese conglomerates appear to be in fierce competition, in fact, this competition often does not affect their fundamental interests. These conglomerates have formed a complex network of family relationships through generations of marriage over the past few hundred years.

They are both competitors and closely connected partners, jointly safeguarding each other's interests and influence.

It is another attitude when facing the outside public.

If that annoying man dared to call the police, once the police checked Mitsui Tsubasa's background, the one who would be in trouble would definitely be the reporter.

Putting this little matter aside, Mitsui Tsubasa continued to search for his target on Shibuya Central Street.

The dazzling array of shops on both sides of the street overwhelmed him.

In order to attract the attention of young people, these stores use exaggerated slogans and bright colors. Two-dimensional and three-dimensional beautiful girl posters can be seen everywhere, ensuring that tourists' eyes will not touch any blank wall.

Mitsui Tsubasa walked and looked around, almost forgetting the original purpose of his coming here.

Until the "Big Bang Burger" in the game appeared before his eyes.

This restaurant is the dream place for every big eater. It is said that one meal here can help one gain three pounds. It is a godsend for people with the three highs and is the best companion for diabetic patients.

Moreover, it seems to be an industry of the Okumura Group.

As soon as he saw the store, Mitsui Tsubasa realized where he was.

He then turned around and walked back along the way he came. Soon, he found a hidden fork in the road.

This should be it.

Mitsui Tsubasa continued walking along the alley, carefully stepping over the garbage scattered on the ground.

Some people always think that Japanese people are well-educated and the city is clean and tidy, but this is just a stereotype. When night falls and you walk on the crowded streets of Shibuya, you will find that the garbage is actually hidden in various inconspicuous alleys.

The reason why it looks clean during the day is all due to the hard work of sanitation workers.

Luckily, the garbage is cleaned up every few days, so the alley doesn't have a bad smell.

After walking more than a hundred meters, a corner appeared ahead.

Mitsui Tsubasa strode over and turned around to see the survival game store right in front of him.

But... on the road leading to the store door, there were two young men standing with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Both of them had dyed yellow hair, wore fancy jackets, had cigarettes in their mouths, and a few beer cans were scattered at their feet.

The wine stains spilled on the ground mixed with the vomit, emitting a disgusting stench and polluting a large area of ​​the ground.

Mitsui Tsubasa frowned, a strong feeling of disgust rising in his heart.

At first glance, these two guys are low-level thugs. A real gangster boss would never be like this. At least he would wear a suit and tie and dress up properly.

I really don't understand why they prefer that conspicuous blond hair.

In his opinion, this kind of dress is not cool at all, but looks sloppy and annoying.

When I have the chance to meet Long Si, I will definitely give him some advice. His aesthetic taste is really problematic.

"Hey! Boy! This is not the place you should be in, get back now!"

The tall yellow-haired man noticed Mitsui Tsubasa and waved his arms rudely with a malicious expression on his face.

Mitsui Tsubasa stopped for a few seconds, then continued walking forward, looking at them as if they were trash.

These two guys are most likely members of Iwai Soku's former organization, and it seems that they are determined to pester him.

However, they actually resorted to such despicable means to drive away customers.

Mitsui Tsubasa decided to teach these two guys a lesson. He didn't want to waste time in such a place.

"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to get out of here? This is not a place for a young boy like you. Do you want to get beaten?" Seeing that he dared to come closer, the tall yellow-haired man threw away his cigarette impatiently, stomped on him a few times, and glared at Mitsui Tsubasa threateningly.

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled disdainfully and asked provocatively: "What if I just want to go to that store?"

The tall yellow-haired man was stunned, turned his head to look at the survival game store, and then became even more irritable.

"This store is closed and will never reopen. If you understand what I'm saying, get out of here!" The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he looked like he might explode at any time.

"Wait...what are you looking at!" He finally realized that Mitsui Tsubasa was looking at him with a strange look, and immediately rolled up his sleeves, "Stinky boy, today I will..."

"What are you doing!" He turned around and looked at his companion who was holding his arm.

The short yellow-haired man motioned him to pay attention to the distance.

A giant man like an iron tower walked out from the corner.

The description of thugs in suits couldn't be more appropriate.

"Shit." The tall yellow-haired man's momentum suddenly lost, and he quickly put down his rolled-up sleeves.

This image...I'm afraid he's the 'big brother' of some society!

This guy looks annoying... no, he looks quite handsome. Could he be the young master of the Yakuza? !

In an instant, the plot of the eccentric novel that he stayed up late to read last night flashed through his mind.

Mitsui Tsubasa naturally didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he care.

He just gave Kotetsu an encouraging look, then stood leisurely with one hand on his waist, ready to enjoy the show that was about to begin.

Kotetsu did not disappoint him and went straight to meet him with a stern face.

His steps were steady, and his momentum gradually increased as he moved forward.

The two yellow-haired guys looked almost frightened...

The tall yellow-haired man bit the bullet and threatened: "I'm telling you! My eldest brother is the boss of the Hashiba Group, Tsuda! He has hundreds of people under him. If you dare to mess with us, he will be angry!"

Kotetsu didn't buy his tricks at all. He had seen many people like him who appeared to be powerful but were actually weak.

Compared with the enemies on the battlefield back then, these little thugs weren’t even qualified to be cannon fodder!

He strode forward, not bothering to use any fancy moves.

He raised his right hand high, then chopped it down violently.

The hand shadow passed through the air at a speed so fast that it was difficult to see even with the naked eye.

Just listen to a crisp sound of "pop".

The short yellow-haired guy fell to the ground after being slapped by him.

It spun several times on the ground like a top.

He fainted before he could even scream.

On the other side, the tall yellow-haired man took the opportunity to pull out a small dagger and waved it a few times with trembling hands.

"Don't come over here, I have a knife in my hand! You..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the big man with his head held high and his chest puffed out walking towards him fearlessly.

Huangmao gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Fight with you!

He rushed forward two steps and raised his knife to stab!

However, when he looked up and met those eyes full of murderous intent, his body couldn't help but tremble, his hands and feet became weak and he couldn't move.

Kotetsu stretched out his left hand and accurately grabbed the wrist holding the knife.

Give it a gentle push.

There was a "click".

An expression of extreme pain immediately appeared on the yellow-haired man's face.

He was about to scream.

In order not to disturb the young master's interest, Kotetsu clenched his right fist and hit the yellow-haired man's side.

The punch was so powerful that the yellow-haired man's feet were knocked off the ground and his waist was bent as if it was broken.

With just a muffled groan, the tall yellow-haired man fell to the ground.

Looking at the little gangster on the ground, twitching like a white shrimp.

Mitsui Tsubasa shook his head in disappointment.

That's it…

I thought that with his bad temper, he could at least last a few rounds.

I didn't expect it to be so hard to beat.

With this level of fighting ability, why is he still in the underworld? He might as well deliver food and maybe make some money.

"Carry it away." Mitsui Tsubasa waved his hand in disdain.

Kotetsu pressed the button on the intercom and gave two brief instructions.

In less than a minute, two bodyguards in black suits quickly appeared from the corner.

Although they were not as burly as Kotetsu, they still easily lifted the two thugs and dragged them away without saying a word.

As for where it was dragged to...it doesn't matter.

Garbage should naturally be thrown into the trash can.

Watching the disgusting garbage being cleaned up, Mitsui Tsubasa contemptuously walked around the mess on the ground and headed towards Iwai Munehisa's "weapon shop".

Kotetsu followed him silently.

Today, the young master was disturbed twice.

It's really careless!

He raised his head and stared sharply at the shining anti-theft surveillance camera on the outer wall of the shop.

A fierce look flashed across his face.

The people in the store better know what's interesting!

Chapter 18 Equipment Update

In front of the survival game store, Mitsui Tsubasa slowly stopped and carefully examined the items displayed in the window.

Thick camouflage uniforms, half-body models wearing bulletproof helmets, and several storage boxes with a strong military style all catch the eye.

Indeed, these are styles that military enthusiasts will love.

However, considering that this store is openly located on Shibuya Chuo-dori, the products inside should be carefully selected and not overly sensitive or outrageous.

For ordinary customers, they may never see those "special items" that Munehisa Iwai truly treasures.

Pushing open the heavy shop door, a dim light rushed towards me, as if I had stepped into the secret space of an underground bunker.

Mitsui Tsubasa couldn't help but look up.

The ceiling of the store is very simple, without any gorgeous ceiling decorations. A few old-fashioned electric lights are hung directly under the exposed pipes with iron chains. This arrangement undoubtedly makes the light in the store appear particularly dim.

The layout of the store is messy and disorderly. There is a capsule toy machine on the right hand side of the door, and a few ordinary shirts are hung on the iron hangers next to it. In the middle of the store are several patchwork wooden shelves. A crude imitation submachine gun is placed in the most conspicuous position, and the rest of the space is filled with various military helmets.

On the right, a mannequin with an exaggerated and slightly scary look stood there, holding a plastic gun and wearing red night vision glasses. Such a display, apart from being slightly scary, did not seem to inspire customers' desire to buy.

Mitsui Tsubasa did not pay much attention to these unattractive items and went directly to the merchandise area in front of the counter. There were various bottles and cans and some small tools whose uses he could not identify. The only thing that looked familiar to him was the neatly arranged silencers and various gun accessories hanging on the wall.

After looking around, he felt a little disappointed with the overall style of the store.

Everything seemed disorganized.

The layout of the store seems to be designed arbitrarily.

The overall feeling is like the bedroom of a 30-year-old single man living alone, which is hard to look at.

After observing the merchandise in the store, Mitsui Tsubasa turned his gaze to the store owner, Iwai Munehisa.

Since he entered the door, the stern-faced man stared at him and his accompanying bodyguards without saying a word, his expression unreadable.