[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-95":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2339079,4573,"Chapter 95","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>“Boss, didn’t you just meet this girl a few days ago? How could you forget so fast?” one of Yamamoto Kōfu’s subordinates asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Need you to remind me?” Yamamoto Kōfu slapped the boy hard on the forehead. “Are Americans untouchable, but Chinese are easy prey? Use your brain! Are we trying to walk straight into our own graves?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, Luo Quan donated huge sums to the earthquake victims, encouraged the public, and helped revive the stock market—she’s clearly beneficial to Japanese society. Acting against her is immoral!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word “morality” coming from the mouth of a Yakuza boss was genuinely absurd—yet it proved he wasn’t purely evil, which was why he could only be a wakagashira.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Yakuza bosses never reason with anyone and hold no morality whatsoever; they stop at nothing, commit every atrocity, and “extreme evil without way” is the most accurate description of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Iwaki Eiji could reach the president of the Sumiyoshi-kai, and offered enough money, he might get a satisfactory answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad that although he was a noble scion of the Iwaki family, he was merely the second son—he could only meet men like Yamamoto Kōfu, and only his elder brother would be worthy enough to meet the Sumiyoshi-kai president.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, Luo Quan had unwittingly escaped a disaster; had the Yakuza decided to intervene, her martial skill would have been insufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Luo Quan, her face grim, headed early to another gathering spot of Iwaki Eiji and his circle of privileged youths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The venue co-rented with the Aileshe was where they usually practiced karate; upstairs in the cafeteria, there were many entertainment rooms, and these young lords had rented one as their personal hangout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan had only learned these details after extensive inquiries—no wonder she’d never seen Iwaki Eiji before; he must have been holed up in the lounge all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a beating and staying silent wasn’t Luo Quan’s style. Since Iwaki Eiji had already moved against her, she no longer needed to pretend to be a “graceful lady”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came from outside the lounge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it? Did Abe forget his keys again?” Sato Shūichi glanced sideways, then turned back to focus on the white ball, adjusting his cue with his right hand. “This time, I’m sinking it in one shot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white ball shot out—and missed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knocking came again. Sato Shūichi groaned. “Damn it, all this noise ruined my concentration!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, stop making excuses for your poor skill. Go open the door,” Inoue Aozora mocked him mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it?” Sato Shūichi opened the door, cue still in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Quan? How did you find this place?” Sato Shūichi was stunned to see her standing outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Iwaki Eiji inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes… wait, what are you doing?!” Before Sato Shūichi finished speaking, his cue was yanked from his grip by Luo Quan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the cue, Luo Quan shoved past Sato Shūichi, stormed into the lounge, and quickly located Iwaki Eiji’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was lounging on a sofa by the wall, laughing and chatting with a female student, wine glass in hand, utterly at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan stepped forward and swept the cue from right to left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Iwaki Eiji flirted with the student, he suddenly felt a light scratch across his neck. When he looked down, he held only the stem of his glass—red wine soaked his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan set the cue down calmly, having injured no one else; at the extreme limit of distance, she had cleanly shattered Iwaki Eiji’s glass and left behind a barely visible faint cut on his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hokushin Ittō-ryū was precisely elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is just the beginning. If you dare use such low tactics to annoy me again, next time it won’t be a cue that swings toward your head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard!” Iwaki Eiji flew into a rage—he had never been threatened like this in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Iwaki-kun, calm down! Calm down!” Sato Shūichi rushed forward to hug him, fearing he’d do something reckless and get beaten to death by Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others in the lounge soon gathered, drawn by the commotion. Miyamitsu Masaru also put down his book and left his rocking chair to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young lords murmured among themselves:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Another love affair Iwaki-kun left behind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This girl is stunning—if Iwaki-kun doesn’t want her, I’ll take her off his hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t know you had this taste?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does Iwaki-kun always manage to seduce these beautiful girls? So envious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop talking nonsense!” Inoue Aozora coughed sharply twice, silencing the gossip, then stepped between Luo Quan and Iwaki Eiji. “You’re Luo Quan, right? I know a bit about your feud with Iwaki-kun, but he’s been here almost nonstop these past days—he hasn’t been bothering you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan sneered. “He hasn’t personally bothered me—but his underlings haven’t been very well-behaved.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji spat back, “Don’t make baseless accusations! Everything needs proof!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Proof?” Luo Quan pulled a slip of paper from her pocket. “Yesterday at the fan appreciation event, I was attacked by two men. Afterwards, someone slipped me this note. Dare you say it has nothing to do with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What note?” Inoue Aozora took it from Luo Quan and stared at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘This is just the beginning’—and it’s written in Chinese,” Inoue Aozora fixed his gaze on Iwaki Eiji. “Is this connected to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji scoffed. “If this counts as evidence, then the police can just quit their jobs!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Luo Quan’s temper had led her to misjudge innocent people before, this time her instinct screamed: she had not mistaken the culprit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But apart from this note, she had no other proof. Iwaki Eiji flatly denied everything—so if she pressed further, she’d just look like a troublemaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Luo Quan was torn, the lounge door opened again, and a man in casual clothes and sunglasses stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan turned to look. The man froze when he saw her, then his expression turned pale as he noticed her holding a cue and Iwaki Eiji covered in red stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master!” The man cried out—three parts urgency, seven parts fury. He assumed the red stains on Iwaki Eiji were blood, spilled by Luo Quan’s attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Inoue Aozora could explain, the sunglasses man lunged at Luo Quan, launching a flying kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kick came with terrifying force. Luo Quan instantly sensed danger—this man was a master!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With people behind her, she couldn’t retreat. She couldn’t care about appearances anymore—she rolled left in a desperate donkey kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s glossy black shoe swept empty, striking only the bookshelf beside the sofa—wood splinters flew everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan watched, heart pounding—had that hit her, would she even survive? His attack was too brutal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you won’t let me live, then you won’t live either!” Luo Quan rose from her crouch, thrust her thigh upward, and snapped the top of the cue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snooker cues are usually 1.5 meters long; Japanese tachi swords average about 1.1 meters—too long affects handling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sunglasses man landed and turned, Luo Quan rushed forward and swung the broken cue down!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man dodged like a nimble cat, barely avoiding the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t over. Luo Quan’s strikes continued—she had once traded dozens of rapid cuts with Sword Saint Yan Zhai; this was child’s play to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time was sparring; this was life or death. Her strikes grew faster and faster. Though her face flushed crimson, the sunglasses man had been slashed by the broken cue’s jagged end at least ten times during his desperate dodges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His collarbone, T-shirt, arms, and pants bore multiple cuts—though bleeding was minimal, his situation was dire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!” Inoue Aozora finally snapped, roaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others surged forward, separating Luo Quan and the sunglasses man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sato Shūichi pleaded, “What are you doing? You’re from the same school—is this really necessary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inoue Aozora also growled, “It’s all a misunderstanding. Everyone calm down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan narrowed her eyes. “Inoue-senpai, do you really believe this is a misunderstanding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked to the bookshelf, pointing at the terrifying crack. “Do you think my bones are harder than this shelf? If I hadn’t dodged fast enough, what would my condition be now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this man—when he saw me, he came straight for me. Who believes he didn’t know who I was? Still calling it a misunderstanding? I say there’s no misunderstanding—it’s all deliberate sabotage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji was clearly growing frantic. “I repeat: everything needs proof. If you keep making wild accusations, I’ll sue you for defamation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sue me?” Luo Quan laughed. “You’re the one playing the victim. Fine—I won’t hold back anymore. The Chinese Embassy in Japan is right in Minato Ward—I’ll go there right now as a Chinese citizen seeking protection, then post everything you’ve done these past days on Weibo, and hold a press conference inviting every major Japanese TV network.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One thing: if I want, I can make this known to every corner of Japan. If I get truly angry, I’ll expose everything. If this becomes an international incident, I’d like to see how you handle it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji’s face paled. “You think you can scare me? The Mitsubishi Group isn’t made of candy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan sneered. “Mitsubishi Group is powerful—but you’re just a spoiled second-generation heir. Your older brother is the first heir, so don’t drag Mitsubishi into every mess—it only makes you look incompetent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I repeat: if you’re dissatisfied, go hire a lawyer and sue me for defamation. Meanwhile, I’ll call the Chinese Embassy right now—let’s see whether the court comes for me first, or your family comes for you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Iwaki Eiji turned deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>",1606,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","233986b9f97494598ff96ba80aa6ba884791780fb9a9e23ee3e0255e20e021ed","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-96","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-94",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]