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Chen Xiao raised his hand, and the power of the Dark Bible surged out like a tide. Black runes condensed in the air and then turned into countless tiny points of light, merging into the bodies of each member.
"what--!"
The women could feel their power surging, their bodies being strengthened, and even their thoughts becoming clearer.
[Ding! The host has used the Dark Bible to enhance subordinates, increasing the combat power of all members by 200%]
Yuko Kambara clenched her fist, feeling the surging power within her, her eyes gleaming with excitement: "Master, our strength is now enough to sweep away all the gangs in Osaka!"
Chen Xiao smiled slightly: "Then let's do it."
Over the next three days, Osaka's underworld was hit by an unprecedented storm.
Chen Xiao's group members moved through the streets and alleys like ghosts, sweeping away various gangs with overwhelming force.
—The "Black Dragon Society" in the North District was razed to the ground overnight, and its leader was hanged on his own signboard.
—In the West District, the “Extreme Alliance” had three hundred members surrender, kneeling before Chen Xiao’s headquarters to swear allegiance.
Osaka has completely changed.
Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, top floor office.
Hattori Heizo—the Osaka Prefectural Police Chief and Hattori Heiji's father—looked at the report in his hand with a grim expression. In just three days, Osaka's crime rate had skyrocketed, but strangely, all the dead were members of the Yakuza.
“This Chen Xiao…” He put down the file and rubbed his temples, “is a hundred times more dangerous than Yamamoto Asahi.”
Hattori Heiji stood to the side, his brow furrowed: "Father, although Chen Xiao's methods were ruthless, he did indeed eliminate most of the criminal elements..."
"Foolish!" Hattori Heizo slammed his fist on the table. "You think he's acting on behalf of heaven? No, he's building his own dark empire!"
Heiji fell silent. He recalled Kazuha's recent unusual behavior—every time Chen Xiao was mentioned, her eyes would become unfocused, and she would even begin to distance herself from him.
"Then... what should we do?"
Hattori Heizo took a deep breath: "I'm inviting Chen Xiao to the Metropolitan Police Department. I want to talk to him in person."
Osaka Metropolitan Police Department, reception room.
Chen Xiao, 187cm tall, sat with his legs crossed, leisurely sipping his tea, while opposite him sat Hattori Heizo with a serious expression.
“Mr. Chen, your ‘Chen Xiao Group’ has seriously disrupted the order in Osaka,” Heizo said bluntly. “I hope you can disband the organization and hand over power to the police.”
Chen Xiao laughed: "Chief Hattori, are you mistaken? I'm only dealing with criminals."
"Violence will only lead to more violence!"
"Do you think that relying on the police's gentle enforcement of the law can solve those deeply rooted gangs?" Chen Xiao put down his teacup, his eyes gradually turning cold. "The reason Osaka is in chaos is because you are too weak."
Hattori Heizo's expression turned ugly: "Chen Xiao, don't force me to use force."
“You can give it a try.” Chen Xiao stood up and looked down at him.
Hattori Heizo slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, his face ashen: "Chen Xiao! Don't go too far!"
Chen Xiao simply leaned back leisurely on the sofa, his gaze sweeping playfully over the family photo hanging on the wall—in the photo, Hattori Shizuka stood dignified and elegant next to Heizo, but the two clearly maintained a distance between them.
"Headmaster Hattori, why are you so agitated?" Chen Xiao chuckled. "Speaking of which... your wife, Shizuka Hattori, is quite a rare beauty."
"You—!" Hattori Heizo's forehead veins bulged, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. But he ultimately suppressed his anger, turned, and headed towards the inner room. "I need to calm down... Heiji, see the guest out!"
Hattori Heiji gave Chen Xiao a complicated look and gestured for him to proceed.
Chen Xiao calmly stood up, and before leaving, he glanced meaningfully in the direction of the inner room—there, a glimpse of the hem of a kimono flashed by.
The Hattori residence, within the Metropolitan Police Department's family quarters.
Hattori Heizo irritably loosened his tie and slammed his police cap heavily on the table.
"Jinghua, we need to talk."
Behind the screen, Hattori Shizuka slowly emerged. She wore an elegant kimono, her black hair was tied up, and her face was serene. Twenty years of a marriage of convenience had long since made her accustomed to her husband's indifference.
“That Chen Xiao…” Pingzang took a deep breath, “He’s too dangerous. I need your help to get close to him and gather information.”
Jinghua's fingers paused slightly: "You want me to become a spy?"
"This is for the stability of Osaka!" Heizo raised his voice. "Besides, this was originally a political marriage, and you've been doing that all these years..."
"That's enough." Jinghua interrupted him, her voice still gentle, but carrying an undeniable coldness. "I understand. I will go see Chen Xiao."
The following day, at the upscale tea room "Tsukimi-tei".
Chen Xiao knelt by the window, admiring the dry landscape garden in the courtyard. The paper door was gently pulled open, and Hattori Shizuka gracefully entered and sat down opposite him.
"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It is my honor to wait for Madam Jinghua." Chen Xiao poured tea for her, but his gaze remained fixed on her delicate collarbone.
Jinghua turned slightly to avoid his burning gaze: "My husband wants me to persuade you to disband Chen Xiao's group."
"Oh?" Chen Xiao smiled. "What does Madam Jinghua think?"
Jinghua was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Osaka does need to change... but your methods are too radical."
“Sometimes, destruction before construction is the best approach.” Chen Xiao suddenly reached out and covered the back of her hand. “Like your marriage with Hattori…it looks glamorous on the surface, but it’s already rotten inside, isn’t it?”
Jinghua tried to pull her hand away, but found her body wouldn't obey her. Chen Xiao's irresistible charm was in full force, and his breathtaking allure made her heart race.
"Did you know?" Chen Xiao leaned close to her ear, his breath hot, "Hattori Heizo had more than one mistress, and even Heiji was an illegitimate child... And you, after twenty years of marriage, are still a virgin."
Jinghua trembled: "You...how did you know..."
“Because I’ve been watching you for a long time.” Chen Xiao’s fingers stroked her cheek. “A woman as perfect as you shouldn’t be buried in a hypocritical marriage.”
Jinghua's defenses began to crumble. Twenty years of loneliness, her husband's indifference, all transformed into a longing for the man before her. When Chen Xiao's lips touched her neck, she finally let out a sigh that had been suppressed for so many years...
Flowers bloom and fall, petals fill the sky; the funeral of roses continues.
[Ding! The host has conquered "Hattori Shizuka" and received the system reward - "Political Connections"]
[Effect: Allows manipulation of the decisions of a designated politician for 72 hours]
Afterwards, Jinghua nestled in Chen Xiao's arms, her long hair disheveled.
“I will tell Heizo that you are willing to delegate power to the police after unifying Osaka,” she said softly, “but I know this is only a temporary measure…”
Chen Xiao kissed her forehead: "A smart woman. But don't worry, I will give you a status even more prestigious than 'Mrs. Hattori'."
Jinghua looked up at him, her eyes filled with submission: "I should go back... Heizo will become suspicious."
"No rush." Chen Xiao's hand slipped restlessly under her kimono again. "We still have time..."
The paper door reflected the overlapping shadows of two people. A startled deer in the courtyard let out a "thud," startling several sparrows into flight.
Chen Xiao was deeply fond of Hattori Shizuka because he discovered that without him using the Dark Bible, she was completely tamed and her feelings had shifted to him; he seemed to be her whole world. Chen Xiao left the Hattori residence.
Chen Xiao stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of Chen Xiao Group's headquarters, overlooking the night view of Osaka. The brightly lit city stretched out beneath him, seemingly within his grasp.
Shinbara Yuko stood respectfully behind him, holding a detailed map in her hands, which marked the two remaining major forces in Osaka—the Wakana Group and the Nago Cult.
"Lord Chen Xiao, as per your instructions, we have integrated 70% of the underworld forces." Xi Zi's voice was filled with excitement. "Now all that's left is the Ruonv Group and the Nagu Sect."
Chen Xiao took the map (cbae) and lightly traced the territory of the Wakana group with his fingertip: "Ichihashi Ran..."
The leader of the "Young Women's Group" is an extreme feminist whose subordinates are all elites.
"Yuko." Chen Xiao turned around, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Send a challenge to the Wakana Group. Tell Ichihashi Ran to surrender within three days, or else..."
"otherwise?"
"Otherwise, I'll go and 'persuade' her myself."
Yuko understood, a sly glint in her eyes: "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."
She had just turned to leave when Chen Xiao suddenly called out to her, "Wait."
"Does Lord Chen Xiao have any further instructions?"
Chen Xiao approached her and reached out to stroke her cheek: "You've been working hard lately."
Yuuko's face flushed instantly. She lowered her head slightly, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "It is...it is my honor to serve you..."
Chen Xiao chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her lips: "Go ahead."
Yuko left in a daze, her steps even a little unsteady.
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The underground conference room of the Ruonv Group headquarters.
Ran Ichihashi slammed Chen Xiao's challenge letter onto the table, and the surrounding cadres fell silent.
"Surrender?" She sneered, her fingers cracking as she clenched her fists. "Who does Chen Xiao think he is?"
Ran Ichihashi was a woman in her thirties with long, reddish-brown hair styled in a bun, giving her the appearance of a Yamato Nadeshiko (ideal Japanese woman). In reality, she was decisive and efficient, with eyes as sharp as knives. She wore a black leather jacket, with two modified pistols at her waist, exuding a dangerous aura.
"Sister Lan, Chen Xiao's group is indeed a force to be reckoned with..." an executive said cautiously. "They wiped out most of Osaka's underworld in just three days..."
"So what?" Ran Ichihashi suddenly stood up. "Our Wakame Group is not comparable to those useless people!"
Inside the dojo at the Wakonakuji headquarters, moonlight streamed through the paper windows, casting a cold, silvery glow on the wooden floor.
Kaga Ran stood quietly in the center of the dojo, her slender fingers slowly tracing the katana at her waist. The deep blue ribbon wrapped around the scabbard fluttered slightly in the night breeze, intertwining with her long, silvery-white hair.
“Tell me,” she said softly, but with an unyielding chill, “Chen Xiao’s daily whereabouts.”
Ran Ichihashi leaned against the doorframe, an unlit cigarette between her fingers. She gazed at the daughter of the first leader, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
“Every night at nine o’clock, he returns from headquarters to his private residence near the castle tower.” Ichihashi Ran paused. “But Ran, you should know what this means.”
Kagaran's fingertips lightly tapped the hilt of her sword, producing a crisp metallic sound. She turned around, the moonlight casting a cold reflection in her amber eyes.
"It means the time for revenge has come."
Ran Ichihashi stepped forward, smiled knowingly, and said with feigned concern, "Yamamoto Asaji is already dead! Are you still going to risk your life for that man?"
Kagaran's wrist remained motionless. She slowly withdrew her hand, her movements as elegant as if she were performing a tea ceremony.
The night was as dark as ink, and the streets of Osaka were shrouded in a thin mist. Chen Xiao walked home alone, the moonlight casting a long shadow over him.
Sudden--
"Whoosh!"
A cold light pierced the night sky, aimed straight for Chen Xiao's throat!
Chen Xiao tilted his head slightly, the blade of the katana grazing his neck and severing a few strands of hair. He looked up and saw a girl in a dark blue samurai robe standing under a streetlamp, her long blue hair gleaming coldly in the moonlight, her amber eyes burning with the flames of hatred.