Chapter 926: , use the Flame Fist on him!

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When Sakai Menou held onto Okada Masayoshi's sleeve and followed him step by step downstairs.

The members of the Special Mission Unit were crowded in the lobby, handling the follow-up cleanup work.

First, Date Chousou noticed, his gaze lifting from the notebook to rest on the two people's clasped hands, pausing for two seconds, then lowering his head to continue writing, but the curve at the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

My spring has come! Akane-chan is already my girlfriend!

Okada-san, has your spring come too?

Good! Good! Truly better than the fire of Yiling!

I, Date, openly support you! May your love's fire be like Zhu Qizhen meeting Esen, Napoleon meeting Wellington—heavenly thunder and earthly fire, sword bestowed upon heroes!

Then Maeda Toshihide, like discovering a new continent, widened his eyes, elbowing Kai Kyou beside him; Kai Kyou followed his gaze and blew a short, extremely faint, almost inaudible whistle without expression.

At this moment, the world focuses on you!

Only Ikeda Erina didn't care; she just watched the dragged-away Hashida Ken, her eyes deeply complex.

No matter what, this person is the mentor who enlightened her path in judo, the man who once guided her to become a juvenile judo champion. As the saying goes: one day as a teacher, forever as a father.

Especially in Japan, where master-disciple relationships carry strong personal dependency, such bonds are deeply familial and emotional in nature, and theoretically should not allow betrayal.

This is like ancient Chinese dynasties where a teacher and student fall out—only under extreme circumstances would such a rupture occur.

However, Hashida wanted to be a demon father, wanted to be Akizuki Takizou.

But Erina didn't want to be Mariner or Airi.

So she could only choose to leave judo, abandoning her original life path.

In a sense, she should still thank Hashida; if not for him, she wouldn't have met Uesugi Munetoshi now, nor could she enjoy both love and career flourishing. As thanks, Erina spat at Hashida.

Hashida had no reaction.

His reproductive wheel shattered.

Earlier, he clashed with Rin-ka and Uesugi Munetoshi's Diamond Pestle of Subduing Demons, nearly shattering both their reproductive wheels; meanwhile, Mai-senpai's arrow pierced and completely crushed his JB—namely, the Olympic trophy.

His reproductive wheel is shattered; all sources of his power have been completely destroyed.

Nan'gou Yi leaned against the doorframe, hands in pockets, head tilted, watching Okada Masayoshi and Sakai Menou descend the stairs, his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear: "Okada Official, what are you saying? This is Miss Sakai's home—where are you taking her? Driving all night to send her to the Diet member's residence in Tokyo?"

"I..." Okada Masayoshi was momentarily speechless.

At this moment, Ikeda Erina finally shifted her attention to Okada Masayoshi and Sakai Menou.

She's usually slow on other matters, but highly perceptive in situations like this!

I smell deception!

"You choose—where do you want to go? I'll have him take you. He won't dare refuse." Ikeda Erina spoke up for the people.

Sakai Menou stood beside Okada Masayoshi, still gripping his sleeve, her voice soft but each word crystal clear: "I want to go with you to Kobe. Stay at the hotel where you're stationed."

Okada Masayoshi opened his mouth: "But that's where the investigation personnel are stationed."

Sakai Menou lifted her head to look at him, her eyes under the light shining like two obsidian stones washed by water: "Then take me with you, Mr. Okada—I—I'm scared. I have money, I'm not unable to afford it, but I just want to be closer to you..."

The air in the lobby fell silent for half a second.

Maeda Toshihide lowered his head to study his shoelaces; Kai Kyou turned to face the wall, pretending to examine a nonexistent painting; Nan'gou Yi leaned against the doorframe, turning his head to look out the window; Ikeda Erina tilted her head, watching Sakai Menou, her gaze carrying a kind of "you little girl, you're interesting" appreciation. Meanwhile, Uesugi Munetoshi pretended to inspect Sakai Menou's collection, gazing at numerous signed materials and memorabilia of Girls' Generation's Taeyeon and Lin Yoon-ah, then suddenly realized.

I remember now!

I was actually a Sone all along!!

Now, after Girls' Generation, forever Girls' Generation!!

Then Taeyeon and Zhou Jianxian had car sex, hehe.

"Well, this isn't a problem—you're an important witness, and the Special Mission Unit has funds to reimburse you." Okada Masayoshi felt embarrassed, turning away from Sakai Menou's sparkling, Kirakiradokidoki gaze. After all, when a 22-year-old water-spirit-like, cute, elegant, beautiful noble lady looks at you with admiration, it's hard for any normal man to resist: "It's just that if this gets out, there might be some..."

"Mr. Okada, I don't mind—what are you worried about?" Sakai Menou said seriously, then feigned sadness: "Or perhaps you don't want to be too close to me? Do you dislike me for being foolish, or find me ugly?"

"No such meaning... Well, I really can't handle you, Miss Sakai, but we'll take you to Kobe—though you need to cooperate with us!" Having said this much, Okada Masayoshi had no choice but to agree.

At that moment, the corner of Sakai Menou's mouth lifted slightly—so subtly that unless one had been staring at her face constantly, it would go unnoticed.

She found the mansion's butler and servants, saying that since Mr. Okada had entrusted her, she had to go to Kobe with him, no need to worry—Mr. Okada is a good person, and she would inform her father.

The butler and staff had no objections—just as a monk can run but not the temple, if Uesugi Munetoshi and Okada Masayoshi can flee, can the Metropolitan Police Department and the Vice Minister of Finance really escape?

Agreement reached; the time had come to early morning. Sakai Menou's gaze shifted from Okada Masayoshi's face to the dark eastern horizon outside the window, that subtle curve still present.

Plan succeeded.

Okada Masayoshi gazed at her profile, in the night light appearing as if gilded with a thin layer of gold.

Her fingers again clutched his sleeve, not loosening.

The crowd dispersed.

Those returning to Kobe, return to Kobe; those handling the scene, handle the scene.

Hashida was escorted into a police van, his body limp like a sack without bones, supported by two officers as he was shoved into the back seat. Collected fingerprints and blood samples had already been sent to the forensic medicine classroom; next, await further evaluation from MIT, and prepare formal arrest and prosecution procedures.

Uesugi Munetoshi was the last to leave Sakai Menou's villa, standing on the steps before the gate, watching dawn slowly rise from the direction of Mount Rokko. A winter morning, the horizon a thin layer of orange-red, like water-diluted paint.

Believe in the Holy Light!

Dong-dong~dong-dong-dang~dong-dong~

Finally, everything went smoothly.

Uesugi Munetoshi hadn't expected things to be this difficult, forced to reveal his true nature.

Miss Sakai must think I'm a pervert, right?

But I can't help it—I am who I am, a man like this! How could I have gotten this far without desire?

Hashida was escorted back to the Hyogo Prefectural Police headquarters detention room, then swiftly sent to the hospital.

He's completely finished.

After his reproductive wheel was destroyed, he became like someone drained of all support—muscles weak, consciousness blurred, incontinence, barely able to speak.

After the doctors in Hyogo Prefecture finished their examination, they shook their heads and wrote a line on the medical record: "Cause unknown, suspected nerve damage." They did not know the true cause, but Uesugi Muneyuki did, and he did not say.

The fingerprints and DNA samples had been collected and sent to the Forensic Identification Division.

In his submitted report, Uesugi Muneyuki wrote: "Suspect Kashiwada Ken has been locked on. Final confirmation awaits the microphysical evidence appraisal results from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

He drew a line under that sentence, then closed the report.

In the January sea wind, Kobe Port at midnight resembled an ink painting whose edges had been soaked in ink.

The lights reflected on the black sea surface were blown by the wind into thin, long, broken silver threads.

After returning to the hotel, Uesugi Muneyuki pushed open the heavenly door and stepped out; the hinge emitted a slight, rusty scraping sound.

The National Goddess Shirakawa Mai stood there, her back against the heavenly railing, wearing a dark gray woolen overcoat, inside which was a white shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing her collarbones; her long, beautiful legs beneath the short skirt were wrapped in white Venus-patterned Lycra silk stockings, and a pair of over-the-knee boots adorned with silver chains gleamed brightly.

In her hand she held a cup of hot drink from somewhere unknown, white steam rising from its rim.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head to look at him, the corner of her mouth bearing an arc that only appears in the midnight sky, her senior student eyes holding a smile. Uesugi Muneyuki's true ultimate move is not that Gold Vajra Pestle.

His true ultimate move is……summoning Mai Xuejie!

What damnable Olympic warrior spirit! Forgotten tens of thousands of years ago! I am arresting people, arresting murderers! Who the hell are you dueling with? Kashiwada's logic is just like that; he even thinks he's on the judo mat, about to fight Uesugi Muneyuki in a one-on-one real-man showdown. "How is the Seishokurin?" Mai Xuejie laughed charmingly, lightly poking his lower abdomen with her finger.

"Ah, I feel awful~" Uesugi Muneyuki said somewhat embarrassedly: "A faint ache."

"It's fine, we'll find time later for dual cultivation; there are plenty of ways to repair." Mai Xuejie didn't mind, she lightly hugged Uesugi Muneyuki: "Protecting the junior student is the senior student's duty, you know!"

"Mm." Uesugi Muneyuki showed a hint of a smile; the senior student and junior student, a pair of lovers bound as one lotus, leaned against each other, quietly enjoying this moment. Moments later, Uesugi Muneyuki released Mai Xuejie, changed to holding her from behind in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Next I will send Kashiwada to court, let him stand trial there. The evidence chain is basically complete, and the appraisal results from MIT will be ready soon. Then the whole nation will know the truth, no one will again doubt Souda Sosuke, no one will again question the Special Mission Division."

Shirakawa Mai gazed at the lights on the sea surface, her voice not loud, but each word seemed blown over by the wind: "Are you sure that is victory? I calculated it this way—this commotion will ruin Souda Sosuke, ruin the Seibu Lions, ruin the Hyogo Prefectural Police, ruin the national image of the Olympic champion. This is actually a three-loss situation. The only winner is one: the truth you want."

"Do you really think this is 'justice manifested'? Let me calculate the cost of this justice for you: Souda Sosuke—even if acquitted, his reputation is destroyed, the Seibu Lions have expelled him, his career is over. Hyogo Prefectural Police—torture for confessions, cross-border arrests, fabricated evidence, from top to bottom all must be held accountable. Ikematsu Toshiaki must resign, the entire headquarters must be reorganized. National image—Olympic champion turned serial killer, the judo world exposed for long-term sexual abuse scandals, how will international opinion react? 'Japan's gold medalist, turns out to be this kind of person.' The Nakano family of five, dead, cannot come back to life."

"And the Seibu Lions themselves are also finished."

"Is this the justice you want to manifest? A three-loss situation with no winners. Justice demands a cost—you should know this." Uesugi Muneyuki's hands in his pockets clenched slightly, then relaxed: "I don't know if that counts as victory. Perhaps 'justice' itself requires payment. Those costs are not paid by me, but by many together. Souda Sosuke lost freedom and reputation, the Seibu Lions lost players and credibility, Hyogo Prefectural Police lost public trust, the nation lost the halo of the Olympic champion. But if I did not do this, those children would keep lying in the trash bin with no one knowing, Yanaka Rinka would forever be remembered as 'the murderer's mistress,' Kashiwada would continue selecting his next target, continue collecting his trophies. I cannot think that much; I only seek to ask my heart and feel no guilt."

Shirakawa Mai rose straight from the railing to face him, the sea breeze brushing through her loose hair, her gaze falling on his face.

She could not help but purse her lips and smirk: "Really no guilt? You destroyed his Seishokurin. You can of course say that was unavoidable in battle, but we both know you were not unconscious when you acted. At that moment you were clear-headed, you had a choice. You did not choose to leave him a whole corpse; you chose to make him a wreck. Does that relate to your so-called 'justice'? Or is it that you did that for someone else? For example, your most beloved tall beauty policewoman, Ikeda Erena Shishō?"

Uesugi Muneyuki fell silent.

The sea breeze passed between him and her. He looked at the lights on the sea surface, those broken silver threads slowly reassembling in the wind into smaller fragments.

At the moment he acted, he thought of Ikeda Erena Shishō's face.

Ikeda Erena Shishō, who had always been dull and not very bright, at that moment her face became extraordinarily clear.

In Uesugi Muneyuki's mind's eye, Ikeda Erena Shishō revealed eyes as firm as her brother's choice of Draven: "Just do it for me, Muneyuki, use the Flame Fist on him!"

And naturally, Kashiwada's Seishokurin shattered.

"Indeed, to be human one cannot lack selfishness; being able to put public before private already makes one a sage, being able to distinguish public and private also makes one a worthy person." Uesugi Muneyuki smiled bitterly and nodded.

"You also need not blame yourself, junior student." Mai Xuejie suddenly felt a little sentimental: "I only hope you can understand why, after gaining great power, I rarely come out to do so-called 'upholding justice' things?"

"It is precisely because of this that I could kill Kashiwada, but……on the surface, the outcome is that everyone loses, everyone will still blame you for meddling, destroying social stability, being detrimental to social unity."

"Humans are a species innately inclined to defend and rationalize their environment, to justify suffering, to package habitual things as 'rules'."

"Youthful vigor is ultimately non-renewable, so over time, one also loses interest." Mai Xuejie said with a light laugh: "Only you can receive thanks and feedback from those dead souls; that is very important."

"My thanks are likewise yours, senior student." Uesugi Muneyuki nodded slightly.

"Mm, this is One Lotus Together Born." Mai Xuejie closed her eyes.

This is the benefit of One Lotus Together Born: both parties can sense each other, so he and Mai Xuejie often are each busy with their own different affairs, meeting different people, yet never grow distant.

Mai Xuejie actually also has to meet and interact with many men in the entertainment industry, let alone her being the head priest of Shinto, under whom there are still a large group of male shrine priest apprentices and shrine directors, but Uesugi Muneyuki does not care at all, for One Lotus Together Born is not with them.

Conversely, no one would let their harem and male disciples engage in a One Lotus Together Born soul contract, that would truly be very strange! Shirakawa Mai finished the last sip of hot drink in her cup, placed the empty cup on the railing.

She tilted her head to look at him, the corner of her mouth shifting from "teasing" to a gentler tenderness, as if confirming something and then letting go: "Go to sleep early, Muneyuki, you still have a press conference tomorrow. Everyone will be watching you then. You had better stay alert." She walked past him, lightly kissed his lips, the hem of her coat brushing his arm, and walked toward the heavenly door.

The hinge again emitted that slight, rusty scraping sound, then closed.

Uesugi Muneyuki nodded; one can imagine, tomorrow……at the latest the day after, when Uesugi Muneyuki fully discloses all the facts, it will trigger how terrifying a news storm and nationwide condemnation across Japan.

Simply put, all kinds of elements maxed out.

Moreover, indeed, from the surface view, everyone loses, loses thoroughly.

Damn, I won't one day also capsize, then be god-destroyed, then be meme'd by countless people, then have my avatar pasted onto some drink? After deep consideration, Uesugi Muneyuki has already chosen his drink for himself.

Then just paste it on Kirin Salted Lychee Juice.

Better I choose it myself than let others paste it!