Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 218 - 139

To be honest, Fushimi Roku doesn’t want to resort to violence.

Once violence is used, it not only ans his ’social skills training’ has ended, but also that his social abilities are just that, not even being able to convert the leader of the cult. How could he be called a social expert?

But then he thought again and quickly realized he was getting hung up.

Just like he explained the ’born criminal’ theory to Kazama Chihi, so people are just big-brained apes pretending to be Homo sapiens—they haven’t evolved fully, are congenitally developntally disabled, physically strong, only manageable by physical ans.

Even Liu Bei was called ’big-eared thief,’ how could he make everyone like him? Even if everyone liked him, it didn’t an everyone had manners.

Fushimi Roku sat in the chair, drumming his fingers on the armrest, contemplating how to clean up the scum.

Yet, in the eyes of others, Fushimi Roku seed to be battling internally, hesitating whether to go along with the crowd.

Junko clutched his pants, tearfully pleading; his mother finally realized the magnitude of her foolish mistake, standing aside in a daze, detachedly watching the scene.

Asano Yoshi neither urged nor prevented.

The more the victim pleaded, the higher the gold content of the ’test’—thus, the subject could truly abandon humanity, becoming like them, filled with divinity, naturally shepherding the ’animal humans.’

"I have a small question."

Suddenly, Fushimi Roku lifted his head.

"Please go ahead," Asano Yoshi patiently replied.

"If I refuse, will I be silenced?" Fushimi Roku pointed to the gunman behind him, saying, "You’re threatening my life; considering the urgency of avoiding harm, I will certainly do things I’m unwilling to do."

"I will send you back into reincarnation." Asano Yoshi paused, uncertain of Fushimi Roku’s intentions: "So what’s your decision?"

"I believe everything must co from the heart. If I want to do it, I will; if you threaten to do it, then that’s a different matter."

Fushimi Roku appeared resolute and righteous, leading others to think he would refuse, Junko displayed a painful expression, and the gunn had already raised their weapons, only for him to suddenly change his tune: "I want to sleep with a woman, not because you’re pointing a gun at , but because I genuinely wanted to."

Everyone was stunned, then burst into loud laughter. Even Asano Yoshi couldn’t help but smile, applauding, and said, "Mr. Fu Jian is truly humorous, since that’s the case, please start soon, everyone is waiting impatiently..."

"I want to start with Horie Kei."

With that, Fushimi Roku shook his head, sighed, "I am too kind-hearted to see soone suffer, better to end him now and prevent Horie Kei from experiencing further pain."

"No, the ritual order cannot be changed," Asano Yoshi refused.

"Can’t you make an exception? Since there’s no superpower, why insist on the ritual’s correctness?" Fushimi Roku furrowed his brow.

Seeing his displeasure, Asano Yoshi didn’t want to make the situation too tense; they still needed to work happily together in the future, so there was no need to make the entrance exam too strict.

"Alright, for you, I’ll make an exception once."

Asano Yoshi gestured with his eyes, and two cult mbers imdiately donned robes, lifted the white silk, and brought Horie Kei, whose eyes were covered, into the hall.

He kneeled on the ground like a cooked shrimp, his back arched, skin flushed red, emitting helpless groans.

Mother and daughter cried out in despair seeing this; monts ago, they heard the cultists discussing Horie Kei’s fate as though negotiating whether to kill a chicken at the market, only experiencing it personally revealed how terrifying it was.

The cultists handed Fushimi Roku a gun, containing only one bullet.

Asano Yoshi stepped back, standing behind the crowd, signaling Fushimi Roku to begin.

"No... I beg you... I know you’re a good person..."

Junko tried to shield her brother, but was pressed down by the other cult mbers.

Fushimi Roku remained deaf, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, a new hole appeared in the ceiling.

"Ah, sorry, my aim is poor, missed the shot..." he said with a smile.

Everyone looked up at the shattered lightbulb, the indoor light dimd suddenly, leaving only the neon light filtering through the glass door, faintly illuminating Fushimi Roku’s profile... there wasn’t a hint of apology on his face.

Asano Yoshi’s face gradually darkened: "Are you mocking ?"

As soon as he spoke, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside. The cultists turned around, the automatic door opened, and Otomachi Hayashi entered, holding a sword, panting and supporting himself against the doorfra. He was stunned seeing the scene in the hall.

...Why weren’t the righteous masters wearing clothes?

Fushimi Roku casually discarded the gun, voluntarily disard himself, the crowd lowered their guard, allowing him to slowly walk towards Otomachi Hayashi, taking the sword.

"Shunji-kun, many thanks, you did not disappoint my expectations."

Fushimi Roku fastened the sword at his waist, facing the crowd, unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it tight around his waist, exposing his strong upper body, he stretched his muscles, the black robe’s hem swayed slightly with his movents.

Otomachi Hayashi, hearing this, felt touched yet more bewildered, unsure of what was happening.

The others shared the confusion, even Horie Kei used his shoulder to remove the blindfold, staring in wonder at Fushimi Roku warming up.

"What are you... going to do?" Asano Yoshi asked.

"My spiritual training is over," Fushimi Roku exhaled a white mist, gripping the sword handle, he coordinated with the Unrivaled Heart Style breathing thod to gradually enhance his cardio function: "Next cos the physical chastisent."

Everyone couldn’t understand his words, but seeing his stance, knew he was preparing to act.

Asano Yoshi thought this person is absolutely crazy; since first eting him, he felt Fushimi Roku was ntally unsound... indeed a waste of effort.

Behind the white silk stood six gunn, with one command they could turn Fushimi Roku into a sieve. Even though Fushimi Roku had a sword, so what? Could he really kill him?

"I advise you to think carefully..."

Before Asano Yoshi finished his sentence, Fushimi Roku took his stance, lowered his body, and posed in Iaido Slash’s starting position.

The cultists lifted the white silk, raised their guns, sneering inwardly, thinking this guy really believes he has superpower? What a fool!

Otomachi Hayashi realized, fell to his knees, about to plead for Mr. Fu Jian, when a sudden sword sound blasted in his ears!

Everyone only saw a blur in front of them, and Fushimi Roku’s figure disappeared. The wooden floor trembled violently, the drawing sound and the swooshing sound rged into one, three heads rolled to the ground, blood jets soared, staining the white silk.

Before the bodies fell, Fushimi Roku vanished in a flash. The remaining three cultists fired in terror, shooting indiscriminately, stray bullets hitting one of the cult leaders who covered his leg and lay screaming, creating chaos.

The red, green, and blue sword lights flashed continuously, each slash taking off a head. The final cultist emptied his magazine, frantically pulling the trigger on an empty gun; only when kneeling and pleading did the blade flash, silencing his pleas, plunging the hall into silence.

Fushimi Roku stood in the center, shaking the blood off the sword, tracing an arc on the ground.

Silence reigned.

"The gods of the New World, nothing more." He said with a smile.

Asano Yoshi snapped back to reality, suddenly drawing his gun from his waist with a ferocious expression: "Do you really think I can’t kill you? Die!"

After the gun shot, the bullet ca out of the barrel.