Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

"No abnormalities with the Hiroshima Group."

"No abnormalities with the Inaho Kai."

"No abnormalities with the Tenno Group."

Report after report emanated from surveillance personnel stationed among the various Yakuza organizations in Shinjuku.

They were located more than a kilometer away from their targets, some utilizing unmanned aerial vehicles for remote monitoring.

Others were directly using telescopes for surveillance.

Military helicopters thundered high above, over a thousand meters from the ground, circling over Shinjuku and ready to engage at a moment's notice.

Emily leaned back on the sofa, her short legs propped up on the corner of the table, complaining, "This is so boring. I hope Dio shows up soon!"

Iwaki Kususuke poured her a steaming cup of tea. "Have some tea first."

"Thanks."

Emily withdrew her feet from the table and carefully held the teacup, blowing on the surface like a fawn taking its first sip of water. She then brought the cup to her lips and took a small sip.

She had a sensitive tongue, very wary of hot things, and would only take large gulps of tea when she was sure it wasn't scalding.

GULP. She took a large drink, a satisfied expression on her face as the rich, sweet flavor lingered on her tongue.

She exhaled.

"Delicious! It would be even better if Dio showed up soon."

"You can't force these things," Iwaki Kususuke casually responded, unwrapping a piece of candy.

For the special investigation team, Dio's whereabouts had always been a mystery.

When and where would he appear—Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, or even Kyoto?

All were possibilities.

Emily sighed. She knew that all she could do was wait.

But this kind of waiting was truly aggravating and frustrating.

She tugged at her collar when suddenly a voice burst through the walkie-talkie, "Inaho Kai has spotted Dio!"

At these words, Emily was overjoyed. She quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie. "Okayama, the target is at Inaho Kai!"

"Roger that," Okayama Buji replied, his gaze sweeping over knife-wielding youths, hulking figures that looked like heavily muscled dolls, and then toward the fully armed SAT members. "The target is at Inaho Kai!"

The helicopters circling in the air finally found their target and swiftly closed in on the Inaho Kai.

***

The name Inaho Kai had a somewhat rustic, rural warmth to it.

In reality, their activities were the antithesis of warmth.

The Inaho Kai operated a vast free market.

Within this market, human beings, organs, various drugs, deviant desires—anything could be bought and sold, as long as one had the money. They were also involved in global dark web businesses.

The Chairman of the Inaho Kai was Uchino Saburo.

According to Japanese naming conventions, 'Saburo' typically denotes the third son in a family.

He had become the Chairman. His ascension to Chairman came after his two elder brothers met with 'accidents' of varying degrees, rendering them unfit for the position.

Only he was left to inherit it.

This too was a kind of luck.

Engineered luck.

Uchino Saburo took out a thick cigar, clipped it, then lit it with a lighter.

A HISS filled the air as he took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled the cigar smoke.

"You're making things very difficult for me."

Warm lighting illuminated the spacious office. Uchino Saburo fixed his sharp, eagle-like eyes on the siblings before him. "Who do you think spent a fortune to bring you from that impoverished country to live in a developed one?"

A man in a suit and tie standing beside Uchino Saburo translated each of his statements.

A pair of dark-skinned siblings sat on the floor.

The woman was strikingly beautiful, her facial features alone making that clear.

Her figure was full, and her dark skin, devoid of any coarseness, shone like polished black jade.

Her brother beside her also had delicate features.

"When you brought us here, you promised that I would be the only one made to do this, not my brother!"

The translator conveyed the sister's words.

Uchino Saburo casually leaned back in his chair. "I provide for your food, clothing, and shelter. You are my property.

Do you think your cheap body entitles you to eat meat at every meal and live in a twenty-five-square-meter room?"

"Such a room is hardly large."

"Such greed... Just think about the life you had in Gambia versus the life you have here.

A twenty-five-square-meter room—clean, no leaks, with a bed.

Meat with every meal. How could your skin be so smooth without such affluence?"

Uchino Saburo exhaled another puff of smoke, wearing an expression that clearly said they were ungrateful.

"The wealth you generate for me each month is no less than thirty million Yen, yet you haven't given me a single Yen of it!"

Taria was furious.

She had already accepted her fate when she was brought here, prepared to make sacrifices.

But her sacrifices were meant to give her brother a better life, an education, a chance to climb out of the mire of poverty.

She wasn't aiming for him to reach great heights, just to achieve a normal standard of living. Yet, even this humble wish was mercilessly crushed.

This was what drove Taria to despair.

She felt all her sacrifices had been in vain. "You must let him go, or I'll stop working for you!"

"You still fail to recognize your situation. You and your brother have no official status, no rights.

I'm speaking to you out of kindness, but that doesn't mean you can be insolent."

Uchino Saburo lost interest in continuing the conversation with Taria. He waved his hand. "Make this woman understand her current situation."

"As you command, Chairman."

Six burly men immediately surged into the room.

Their eyes, like wolves staring at a rabbit, were filled with greed as they scanned Taria's body. Her dark, jade-like physique contrasted sharply with her silver-white hair, and her features made it clear that beauty could indeed transcend skin color.

"Don't come any closer!"

Uchino Saburo glanced at the translator, a look of exasperation on his face. "You don't need to translate that. I can already guess what she's going to say."

"Of course, Chairman."

The translator stopped translating.

Just then, Uchino Saburo noticed an unwelcome guest at the door. A hint of surprise crossed his face. Has a guest barged in?

I clearly arranged for people to guard the staircase, yet they dared to slack off! Uchino Saburo thought, then smiled and said, "Oh dear, my apologies. We're currently teaching a disobedient foreign young lady a lesson here. Perhaps you could go downstairs and amuse yourself?"

When dealing with guests, Uchino Saburo was always very affable.

Those who knew him knew Uchino Saburo was a very accommodating man.

Although he was the Chairman of the Inaho Kai, he still adhered to the principle: the customer is God.

As long as the other party paid, he was never stingy with his smiles.

All his ferocity was reserved for those who disobeyed.

Taria, clutching her brother who only reached her chest, looked past the six burly men with pleading eyes at the tall figure in the doorway.

"I'm not a guest. I just wanted to come here to see the fireworks," Aozawa replied with a smile.

Hearing he wasn't a guest, one of the burly, broad-shouldered men immediately adopted a hostile expression.

When the Chairman acted amiable, it was up to his subordinates to play the role of menacing intimidators.

"You idiot! Do you know who you're talking to? Before you stands the renowned Chairman of the Inaho Kai!"

As he spoke, the man grabbed Aozawa's shoulder and roared, "Are you looking to get your face pummeled black and blue, like a sandbag?"

"Remember this in your next life: if you have bad breath, don't talk right in people's faces."

Aozawa grasped his wrist, activating his Marked Detonation ability.

A black chrysanthemum pattern appeared rapidly on the man's arm.

"What's this?"

A flash of surprise crossed the man's face. Has tattoo technology become this advanced and convenient?

Curiosity was written all over his face; he was completely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

The thought of detonation flashed through Aozawa's mind.

The next second, intense heat surged from within the man's arm as he stared in shock.

His right arm exploded.

"Ah!" The man staggered backward two steps, a cry of pain escaping his lips.

Cracks from the explosion quickly spread from his arm across his entire body. Then, before the shocked eyes of the others, the man exploded.

A brilliant burst of flame erupted, like a firework. Uchino Saburo's cigar dropped directly onto the table.

He paid it no mind, simply staring wide-eyed, his expression like someone who had just seen an Evil Spirit.

He was sure he hadn't taken any drugs today.

Why did a man just explode right in front of me?

There was no blood on the ground, no severed limbs; a living person had simply vanished.

"Who the hell are you?" Uchino Saburo suppressed the fear in his heart and roared.

"Dio," Aozawa answered, striding into the room.

Seeing him enter, the Inaho Kai members recoiled in terror, as if facing a monstrous flood or a savage beast.

"You, you don't come any closer!" one of the burly men, pressed against the wall, let out a shriek like a frightened girl.

Uchino Saburo, being the Chairman after all, quickly recovered from his shock. He recalled the recent rumors: the rumors about the Yakuza Hunters, and the unusual movements of the six major syndicates, with various factions converging on Tokyo.

"So, it was you, Dio! Don't move!"

Uchino Saburo quickly pulled a self-defense pistol from a drawer, his face alight with a manic excitement. "It's true what they say: 'You refused the road to Paradise and came uninvited to Hell.'

Even as a corpse, you're worth a fortune!

I've really hit the jackpot!"

"Is that so? Then I must congratulate you."

Aozawa continued to walk forward.

Uchino Saburo's forehead beaded with cold sweat as he shouted, "I told you not to move, damn it!"

His finger pulled the trigger.

BANG.

The translator at his side fell to the ground.

"What?!" Uchino Saburo whipped his head around in shock. He had clearly aimed forward, yet the bullet had somehow hit the translator standing to his right.

Furthermore, the bullet had precisely pierced the translator's heart, and blood was gushing out.

Strange. This is too strange!

Uchino Saburo's pupils trembled, and panic sprouted in his heart like wild weeds.

Aozawa walked up to him, cupped his cheek with one hand, and said softly, "Let me see your fireworks."