Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 589 - 587: You Make Sense, But I Don’t Reason With You

The room Luola chose was the last one on the second floor.

He knew clearly in his heart that compared to the other five leaders, his status in Jimmy's eyes was still a bit lower.

The other five leaders obviously didn't hold him in high regard either.

When it was time to be humble, Luola would never let himself stand tall.

He dealt with the five leaders present with a humble demeanor, secretly observing to see who among them held the highest status.

The gang's hierarchy was as strict as a primitive forest.

Anything good would naturally be enjoyed by the strongest predator, followed by predators of slightly lower status.

Luola guessed the hierarchy and relationships among the five leaders by who chose which room first.

"I want this one."

The bald muscular man with a devil dragon tattoo on his head turned to the nearest room on the right, and the other four quickly made their choices.

Luola understood the power dynamics and relationships between them. If he was a bit clever, he could maneuver between the five leaders and Jimmy, fully stabilizing his position.

He headed to the farthest, last room, pushed the door open, and found the interior simple.

Apart from some small toys on the table, there was a woman tossing and turning on the bed, her fair skin like freshly made tofu skin milk.

Her golden hair looked so shiny.

Her nose was high and her lips were red, her eyes misty and dreamy, her mind completely unconscious, only uttering instinctively, "It's so hot."

Seeing her reaction, Luola cast aside all other thoughts, smiled, and closed the door behind him. Removing his top, he said, "Alright, I'll cool you down right away~"

Just as he was about to approach, a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside.

That shot immediately made him lose interest in the woman on the bed. He drew his pistol from his waist and rushed out, not even bothering to put on his shirt.

Almost simultaneously, the other five leaders also rushed out and ran downstairs together.

"Boss, what happened?"

The bald muscular man with the dragon tattoo asked casually.

Jimmy's face showed no panic. He calmly stated, "Don't panic, it was just one shot, indicating that the enemy isn't many.

Let's go out and have a look."

...

The night sky outside was dim, but the bright light above the door, combined with the street lamps on the road surrounding the area, bathed the courtyard in brightness as if it were daytime.

None of the sixteen gang members had died, standing there, with a few smoking bullet holes on the lawn.

Jimmy opened the door and discovered a man outside the lawn.

He was wearing a bright red demon mask, dressed in retro-style armor that covered his entire body, also in a shade of bright red.

A pitch-black sword hung at his waist.

Judging by the shape and style of the sword, Jimmy recognized it as an Eastern katana.

He had seen an Easterner wield one before.

"Chad, why did you hand him the gun?"

Jimmy voiced his confusion, and the man called Chad seemed puzzled as well, saying, "Boss, he wanted a gun, so I gave it to him. What's the issue?"

Jimmy paused, as if he hadn't realized the flaw in Chad's logic.

"You don't need to be so tense. I'm here just to test out the sword."

Aozawa casually tossed the gun on the lawn, his killing intent towards them no longer concealed. He said in a low voice, "Now comes the time for slaughter."

This statement diminished the Allowing Anything ability among the gang members present.

Facing a life threat, they wouldn't stand idle.

"Who are you?"

Jimmy yelled out.

The gang members on the lawn quickly aimed their guns at Aozawa, while only Chad, who had lost his gun, bent down to pick up the pistol.

A flash of blade light.

Ahead fell like ripe persimmons from a tree onto the lush green lawn.

Aozawa swung his sword and decapitated them, and from the sensation brought by the blade, it was like the softness mixed with a crispness.

The flesh was like mud, only bones possessed some hardness.

It was a curious feeling.

Aozawa gazed at the katana in his hand, its sharpness without question, and its hardness terrifying.

He used the Sound of Everything to extract the sound of a bank vault, imbuing it into the sword, greatly enhancing its hardness and sharpness.

"This is how it feels to cut a person with a sword."

Despite having practiced Sword Dao for so long, Aozawa had never tried cutting a person with a katana, so he couldn't help but exclaim.

Jimmy's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Open fire!"

...

Bam bam.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted.

In the dense crossfire, the scent of gunpowder filled the air, with bullets whizzing through, tracing deadly paths.

Aozawa's eyes shone brightly, with no intention of dodging. He had long wanted to try what's like in films, seeing how it feels to slash bullets with a sword.

Facing the net woven by bullets, Aozawa swung the katana swiftly, the blade light like a tempest, leaving only silver phantoms whirling through the air.

Burning sparks flew as the slashed bullets clattered against the bright red armor.

Crackling, the armor was not shattered by the debris.

This armor was the bulletproof armor Aozawa created using the Book of Destiny, not only matching his aesthetic, but the defensive power was maxed out.

"What?! "

The black man's arm holding the gun ached, his right hand severed at the elbow, before he could lament his hand.

Aozawa's katana glided, slashing from the side and upward, the opponent's upper body fell, the broken heart mixed with intestines spilled out.

"All of you, attack!"

Jimmy shouted, ordering his underlings to hold the front.

Simultaneously, he turned around to leave this place, as the enemy was no ordinary man, clad in bulletproof heavy armor, able to slash bullets with a sword, signifying he was a powerful swordsman.

Facing such a person, Jimmy did not think he could last long.

The number of people on site did not reassure him.

He wanted to take advantage of the muscle reaction to the leader's orders, then turn and run out of the house.

Couldn't even care about his wife; her bulky figure destined her to be poor at running.

In this moment of escape, only evading bullets mattered, nothing else was useful.

Besides, the current situation didn't require her to block bullets, just to block the enemy's sword.

Bang.

Luola shot Jimmy in the thigh, then quickly ducked into the adjoining bedroom, closed the door, and swiftly climbed out the window.

He knew the art of escape well, at this moment, as long as he could outrun the others, his chances of survival increased significantly.

Luola did not believe the opponent would dare declare slaughter in a bustling place.

The safety of Jimmy, the big brother, was beyond Luola's concern; the gang's downfall was an inevitable fact.

Once they were all dead, leaving only him, he might even be able to take over the gang, even if on a smaller scale.

Luola could lead the reduced gang, join another, naturally gaining significant value.

In the blink of an eye, amidst the upheaval, the other five leaders did not react at all.

The sound of the door slamming woke them as if from a dream, they rushed forward and said: "Boss, are you okay?"

Jimmy looked at the gunshot wound on his right leg, cursing Luola that bastard in his heart.

But not a trace of anger showed on his face, urgently he said: "Quick, I have military grenades hidden in my room, quickly bring them to me!"

At this time, he couldn't mention escape, a leg wounded by a gunshot, he wasn't Superman, bearing such an injury, he couldn't outrun even a dog, only fight to the death.

...

At this moment, there was suddenly no movement outside the door.

Jimmy glanced outside, bodies slashed by swords lay crisscrossed, the lawn stained red with blood.

Even handguns were sliced in half.

The man wearing a demon mask truly seemed like a demon climbed up from Hell, advancing with a bloodied sword.

Drip, drip, blood flowed down to the tip, dripping onto the floor valued at thirteen hundred US dollars per square foot.

Jimmy thought of his own blood splattering onto the floor, his heart felt pained.

"FARK!"

The leader with a tattoo of a dragon on his head roared, taking big steps forward, his stance like a bear or tiger, exerted force on his shoulders, amidst a sound like exploding beans, his right hand clawed at the chest.

Bam, the bullet-resistant armor dented under his claw, the recoil excited the leader even more, just as he wanted to continue the effort.

Glinting sword light filled his vision.

They crossed paths, a streak of blood appeared on the leader's neck, crimson blood sprayed outward.

Aozawa flicked the blood off his sword, exuding the demeanor of a martial arts swordsman who kills with every step.

Jimmy watched in gut-wrenching terror, limbs cold, knowing he was doomed this time.

At that moment, the woman suddenly removed her clothes, not intending to seduce, but revealing a row of grenades around her waist, she said slowly, "If you want to die together, then we will die together."

Aozawa looked at the wire connecting the grenade pins, originating from beneath the ring on the woman's left ring finger, as long as she moved her finger, the pins would be pulled.

"Such a surprise, you actually have such resolve."

"To you men, women like me always seem foolish and ugly, so you detest and despise me, but you wouldn't guard against me.

Because you fundamentally look down on me."

Diliya said this, she savored her ability to turn the tide in a crisis, yet did not overly show off.

"We should have no grievances, you want territory, Jimmy and I would gladly name you the king of Los Angeles.

I can advise you, they will fight for your domain, you just need to sit there and take the throne of Los Angeles's underworld, isn't that cool?"

"I see, you make good points."

Diliya smiled, "Esteemed sir, I've always been good at reasoning."

"But I never reason with trash."

Aozawa leisurely added.

Diliya's smile slowly receded, turning into icy coldness.

She knew well, humans are very complex creatures, not everything could be measured by pure interests.

Some people act solely based on their whims.

Diliya did not like such people.

"Then it's only dying together."