Chapter 604: Yongle Edict

Yoshida Takeshi's eyes suddenly turned red; he bent down to pick up the forging hammer and swung it violently.

"Ahhhhhh—get out!"

He had already seen blood today, and had been dragged around by those three strange people for a long time; he was anxious and afraid, already on the verge of collapsing and going mad. Now, being scared by the "Yakuza," he truly went crazy.

He was a craftsman, swinging a hammer all day, having trained a body full of muscles. Now, swinging wildly like a madman, it made a whistling sound, and the blood on it flew everywhere; it was truly somewhat frightening.

Although the "Yakuza" were not afraid, they did not want to be hit by a hammer, so they hurriedly backed away.

Yoshida Takeshi's eyes flashed.

He was faking it.

Seeing that the path to the door had been cleared, he rushed toward the door violently.

"Ah! Bastard!"

The Yakuza blocking the front discovered his intention and stepped forward to block him, but were forced back by the hammer he was swinging.

Seeing he was about to reach the door.

A trace of joy appeared on Yoshida Takeshi's face.

As long as he rushed out... as long as he rushed out!

He stepped forward to the door, swinging the hammer with his head down, and lifted his foot to step out of the door.

But just at this moment.

"Where do you want to go?"

Suddenly, it went dark in front of him.

An extremely tall figure stood in front of him, blocking the path.

Yoshida Takeshi had no leisure to see who the other party was; if he couldn't escape, he would surely be killed by the Yakuza behind him. With his head down, he smashed a hammer toward the person blocking his way.

"Get out of the way!!!"

"Ha!"

A cold sneer came from above his head.

And then there was a *pat* sound.

The hammer head he swung out was actually gripped in the palm of a large hand; the speed and power he had exerted all his strength to swing were stopped in mid-air without any process.

Yoshida Takeshi's wrist hurt, and he looked up.

Blocking in front of him was a shirtless giant, on whose five fingers gripping the hammer head were tattooed five snake heads, climbing all the way up the back of his hand and gathering into the hands of the ferocious demon tattoo on his chest.

The giant smiled hideously.

"Get back!"

He pushed violently, pushing Yoshida Takeshi back into the house, then stepped inside and closed the gate with a *bang*.

"Young Head!"

"Young Head."

The Yakuza inside the house shouted hurriedly.

The giant walked in, first looked at the corpse on the ground, and spat at it with disdain.

"A guy without backbone, to actually be killed by a craftsman!"

Then he looked at Yoshida Takeshi, who was shivering on the ground.

"He... did you kill him?"

Before Yoshida Takeshi could answer, he waved his hand impatiently.

"You killed him."

"How are you going to atone for your crime, bastard!"

The first half of the sentence was still calm, but the second half suddenly turned into a roar with a trill, deafening, making Yoshida Takeshi's ears buzz.

"I, I—"

Yoshida Takeshi was completely desperate, tears and snot flowing.

Seeing him in this terrified state, the giant smiled with satisfaction and had no interest in scaring this craftsman who had been scared out of his wits anymore.

He didn't care much about the dead person on the ground either... but the Yakuza was an organization rooted in Kyoto; if it was an organization, it had to follow some rules. Originally, he just wanted to come and grab some wealth, but with this corpse, he could kill Yoshida Takeshi justifiably and grab the gold and silver in the shop together.

The giant smiled hideously and reached out toward Yoshida Takeshi.

He was able to become a "Young Head" among the Yakuza by relying on his extraordinary physique and strength... He hadn't killed anyone with his own hands for a long time; this was not good, as it would make his subordinates gradually lose their awe of him.

Crushing a head with his own hands in front of other Yakuza, at least for several years, the Yakuza present would no longer doubt his orders.

Then take the gold and silver in the shop, offer some to the big shots in the organization, and he himself could go to the flower street to have a good—

"Ah—so noisy."

Suddenly, a lazy voice came from the side, temporarily interrupting his movements and attracting the attention of everyone in the house, including the weeping Yoshida Takeshi.

In a corner of the house, the man in profound black was leaning on a table, picking his ear with his right pinky finger. ===== CHAPTER 605 =====