[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky":3,"chapter-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Sparked the Hundred Demon Night Parade 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},2326240,4550,"Chapter 22: What Do You Intend to Do to My Sister?","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>The indifference and cold stares of those around them subtly emboldened Mori Ni and the others, their arrogance growing, their words becoming reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little sister, come with us for dessert.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, I’ll treat you to chocolate bars.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of Kamikawa Chie were frightened, especially Muroya Mie who trembled in fear—when suddenly Mori Ni spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little sisters, since you’re silent, that means you agree. Then let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled his hand from his pocket and reached toward Kamikawa Chie and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others stepped closer as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their actions terrified Kamikawa Chie and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-we don’t want to go for dessert,” said Mizushima Iori, her voice trembling as she saw Mori’s hand drawing near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Ni paused slightly, then laughed: “No dessert? Then something else is fine too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of backing down; Mizushima Iori’s words only stoked his cruelty, making him even more unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little sisters, look how sincere we are—don’t ruin our kindness. It’ll hurt us if you refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he grabbed Mizushima Iori’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was preparing to drag her away by force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” Mizushima Iori screamed as her wrist was seized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream drew frowns from the onlookers, their pity deepening, murmurs spreading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no one stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had been about to intervene hesitated when they learned these youths were members of Japan’s yakuza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their impulse died instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sighed and chose to walk away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, these girls were strangers. To provoke Japan’s yakuza over strangers, to invite trouble upon themselves—it wasn’t worth it. They could only choose to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of sight, out of mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Ni seized Mizushima Iori’s hand; the other youths, fired up like adrenaline addicts, cheered and egged him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, come on, let’s get something else—what do you like? We’ll treat you to anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, that’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Look at all these people watching us invite you—you’re refusing? How embarrassing for us. How can you bear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone imitated Mori Ni, reaching for Kamikawa Chie and Muroya Mie’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Kamikawa Chie slapped away the hand reaching for her—and struck Mori Ni’s hand holding Mizushima Iori with even greater force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie, with courage she didn't know she had, stepped in front of Mizushima Iori and Murota Mie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not going…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie was brave, summoning courage—but her voice trembled, her legs shook; inwardly, she was far from as brave as she appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was still afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she knew she had to step forward now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, Iori and the others would be hurt, and I’d bring trouble to Nisan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the video from “File-NH137,” where Wang Zun displayed courage and unshakable composure, Kamikawa Chie bolstered her own spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I am Nisan’s sister!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cannot be cowardly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her actions surprised the gangsters; Mori Ni stared at his own hand, now slapped away, his expression stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smile vanished; Mori Ni’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie’s defiance and loud refusal—seen not just by his own men but by everyone around—was a serious loss of face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stomped through a puddle, splashing water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old homeless man charged out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching his folded umbrella like a staff, he raised it defensively before Kamikawa Chie and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The appearance of these street thugs had first stunned the old homeless man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, who most loved to bully the homeless? Street thugs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared them deeply—he had been bullied and mocked countless times before, always avoiding them when he saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he was still afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the old homeless man did not flee, because the ones being bullied were the little girl who had given him the umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little girl had helped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not stand by and watch a good child suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this rain-lashed street, a strange scene unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crowd watched three girls being harassed—yet only one homeless man stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This scene was deeply ironic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers included all kinds of people… students with good education, successful office workers, even a teacher who taught children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who actually stepped forward to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was a homeless man, starving and exposed to the elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene stirred a mix of emotions in all who saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bully these three little…” The old homeless man, soaked and shivering, began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Mori Ni kicked him straight in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With such force, the old man was thrown backward, clutching his stomach, collapsing to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrinkled face flushed red, veins bulging, too pained even to cry out—only dry heaves escaped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those around him, merely watching, either covered their eyes or grimaced as if they felt the pain themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kick showed no regard for the man’s age at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie hurriedly knelt down to help the old man, who was clutching his stomach and unable to rise no matter how he struggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even though the old man was thin, he still weighed seventy or eighty pounds—a middle school girl lacked the strength to lift him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the old man’s agony, Kamikawa Chie’s face turned pale with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She desperately wished someone nearby would help—even if not her, at least lift the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie’s body jolted; her words cut off abruptly. She looked up sharply at the crowd, her pupils wide with disbelief, lips tightly clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard the onlookers’ murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this homeless guy trying to prove? He’s insane.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? This is what happens when you play hero. If I hadn’t held you back just now, you’d be lying there instead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, you’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk—after that kick, that old man won’t die, will he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did the crowd refuse to help—they blamed the old man, scolding him for being reckless, overestimating himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the old man had only tried to help someone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Ni walked over, face dark, looking down at the old man:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just a deadbeat homeless guy. I’m chatting with little girls—what are you playing hero for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mood had turned violent, disturbed by the interruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his foot again, aiming to kick the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Japan, homeless people were lower than the poor—especially now, with severe aging, old homeless men were everywhere, dying daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one of these old beggars was beaten to death, he’d rarely be prosecuted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, old homeless men were already frail and sick; the attacker, if skilled enough, could hire a lawyer and fabricate medical evidence of preexisting conditions—plenty of excuses to escape guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp crack, followed immediately by a sharp, hissing intake of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie, without warning, had picked up the umbrella she had given the old man and swung it hard at Mori Ni’s kicking leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It struck his shin squarely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mori Ni gasped in pain, clutching his leg, hopping backward on one foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepped into a puddle, fell hard onto his back, soaked in rainwater from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mori Ni!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F***, you little bitch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other youths froze, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they recovered, they roared, rolling up their sleeves, lunging for Kamikawa Chie to avenge Mori Ni.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Sen Ni was helped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that he had been struck by a girl and was now covered in dirt, he roared in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ma De, you little bitch, how dare you hit me? I bought you dessert, and this is how you repay me? Beat the hell out of this brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sen Ni shook off those trying to help him, raised his hand, and swung it toward Kamikawa Chie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chie!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mizushima Iori and Komuro Meijiang turned pale with fear; Sen Ni’s slap came too fast for them to shield Kamikawa Chie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Chie was equally terrified, knowing she couldn’t dodge, she covered her head and squeezed her eyes shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, her fear expanded infinitely, reaching absolute terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others around her also closed their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sen Ni’s blow was powerful; landing on a girl, it would surely leave her bruised and swollen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mizushima Iori, Komuro Meijiang, and the others were puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was there no sound of the slap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kamikawa Chie was confused—why hadn’t she been hit yet? She had already braced herself for the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her eyes and saw, besides Sen Ni’s foot, another person standing before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, she looked up; her pale face instantly lit up with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nii-san!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamikawa Mitsu had appeared out of nowhere, one hand holding an umbrella, the other gripping Sen Ni’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the umbrella, revealing the face it had concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was cold, his dark eyes coated in frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to hit my sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Dear readers, please save me—I’m starving! Send me some recommendation votes!!)\u003C\u002Fp>",1466,"2026-06-20T17:56:08.120Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","21e19c7a6838d20e885ca77e144fe1f45dc3073f67591322ddeb5c764f8a1fcc","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-23","i-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-chapter-21",477,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-sparked-the-hundred-demon-night-parade-in-toky-cover.jpg"]