Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

Shinjuku, Kabukicho, Ichi-chome.

Inside a private room of Human Paradise.

The Divine Slice, said to have no side effects on the human body, was stuffed into the incense burner. As it burned at high temperatures, wisps of smoke spiraled out from the dragon-head censer. Those who smelled the smoke would feel invigorated. Why exactly this was the case, those in the know understood. Sumitomo Jiro had no interest in investigating its actual harmlessness. He simply wanted to indulge to the fullest.

"Son, you're so naughty~" Two women, a decade older than him, murmured seductively into his ear. They knew very well the young master's preferences. Just by saying this, they could send him into a heightened state of excitement. Sumitomo Jiro tilted his head back and sank into the blissful illusion.

"Bastard, who let you touch this pendant!"

The sudden roar dissipated part of the cozy atmosphere in the room. Sumitomo Jiro glanced sideways. His bodyguard, hired at a steep price, was pressing a woman's right hand to the table in anger. The bodyguard then pierced it directly through with a fruit knife, pinning it to the surface.

"Ah!" The young girl, hired for companionship, screamed in agony, then was brutally struck on the head with a bottle. Normally, bottles are hard to break like in the movies. However, the man's strike was so strong that he shattered the bottle with a sharp CRACK.

The broken bottle and the blood streaming from her forehead did not surprise or alarm the onlookers. Under the influence of the smoke, everyone's senses had dulled. They were indifferent to anything that happened, even to themselves, let alone to others. The beaten girl's face twisted in pain. But after several inhalations of the smoke, the pain seemed to disappear.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." The girl apologized softly, then suddenly vomited onto the table, dizzy and confused.

"This is your fault! Inside this pendant is a photo of my grandfather. He was upright, idealistic, and aspired to change this country. Your filthy hands, which have touched who knows how many men's butts, better not touch this pendant again!" The man grew more and more agitated as he spoke.

Sumitomo Jiro drawled, "Kintaro, why bother getting angry with that woman? If you don't like her, just kill her. I'll take care of the aftermath."

At these words, Kintaro plunged the broken beer bottle into the woman's artery. Her blood gushed from the bottleneck, spattering across the table. Even after witnessing this, the women in the room showed no shock or fear. They remained impassive, lazily leaning against the men's shoulders, watching their colleague's life ebbing away with unfocused eyes.

"Master Sumitomo, I'm going out for a breath of fresh air." Kintaro's mood was ruined. His body was exceptionally strong, and his resistance to the smoke was high. It didn't cloud his mind; instead, it made him loathe the place.

Kintaro felt that every moment spent here was a betrayal of his grandfather's teachings. But he had been betraying them for a long time—since he was seventeen, up until now. Thirteen years had passed. The path he was on was completely opposite to what his grandfather had hoped for him. Every time he thought about this, Kintaro became especially irritable and violent.

"Go ahead," Sumitomo Jiro waved his hand, dismissing him.

Seeing Kintaro leave the room, another person commented, "That stray dog really doesn't know how to appreciate the finer things."

Leaning back, Sumitomo Jiro said languidly, "It doesn't matter. A stray dog just needs to be strong and obedient. That's not a problem."

"Tokyo has been quite unstable recently. Will his departure put us in danger?"

"No worries, he knows where to stand and won't stray too far." Sumitomo Jiro was not concerned about that and didn't want to be. Smoking these fumes was to avoid fear. The death of his brother, the death of his grandfather, the unusual moves of the six conglomerates—all seemed to hint that his father was hiding something from him. What exactly it was, he didn't know. Only that it was related to a man named Dio. Was Dio the one who killed his grandfather and brother? He didn't understand. Sumitomo Jiro also didn't want to think about those complex issues. He took a deep drag of the smoke, letting his mind calm down.

On the brightly lit Kabukicho Street, Durant didn't choose to stay in one place. With numerous police patrolling the streets, his tall stature would draw questions if he stood still for too long. He had to keep moving, pretending to be picking a parlor to enter. But his real intention was to find Dio. From his past experience, Dio was likely to appear out of some dark corner. His true attention was focused on the alleyways.

Just as Durant began to doubt Dio would show up tonight, a tall figure appeared in an alley between two buildings, beckoning him with a hooked finger. Durant immediately realized that the other party had once again seen through his disguise. He casually swept his gaze around the surroundings. Several police officers stood chatting under the sign of a brothel. Durant walked a few steps into the alley.

"Not bad, your progress is beyond my expectations." Aozawa's tone contained a hint of praise.

Durant replied calmly, "This is just the first step. I want those people to understand that repentance is the only way to live. They must acknowledge the evil crimes committed by their country and make amends."

"I admire your idealism. Come with me." Aozawa turned and walked into the alley.

Durant glanced at Aozawa's hands, confirming he had no weapons. This time he was probably going to the stronghold. Durant felt a surge of excitement. His footsteps created a faint noise in the quiet alley. The bustle and quiet of Kabukicho are often just a wall apart.

"Hey, stop, routine check!"

The voice of police officers came from behind. Durant's eyes darkened. It looked like Dio—or rather, Aozawa's conspicuous height—had caught the attention of the patrol officers at the intersection. Aozawa's tall and robust build met their criteria for a foreigner requiring inspection. Durant glanced over his shoulder; two officers were heading in this direction. Without turning around, his hand had already reached for the gun at his waist. If necessary, he would have to kill them both. The oppressive atmosphere didn't alert the two officers in the slightest. To them, this was just a routine check, and they were completely unaware of any danger.

"Why do you have to show up when I'm in such a bad mood?" The irritable voice sounded as Kintaro closed his pendant and descended the steps from the back door of Human Paradise. He was less than five meters in a straight line from the alley where the two officers were. He stepped into the alley. His rugged face was filled with anger, his hair wild and untamed. His grey vest and shorts couldn't hide his solid muscles, like steel forged a thousand times, radiating power. A golden pendant hung around his neck.

His eyes were fierce as he said, "I hate you bastards the most!" Unpleasant memories tumbled through his mind. He could never forget how his law-abiding grandfather, merely for insisting on following the right path and wanting to promote communist ideology, had been arrested by public security officers on trumped-up charges. This happened repeatedly, ultimately leading to his grandfather's death in prison. The neighbors offered no sympathy, only slander. Thinking back on these events made Kintaro increasingly irritable.

"Sir, please be respectful when you speak."

"Do you even deserve my respect?!" Kintaro growled, murderous intent already rising in his heart. He didn't care about their identities. In fact, their official status only fueled his urge to kill.

"I suspect you have something to do with the fugitive Durant. Come to the station with us for an investigation immediately, or don't blame us for being rude!"

Kintaro grinned, patting his chest and said, "If you have the guts, come and catch me!"

"Bastard!"

Watching the three of them start a conflict, Durant wanted to take the opportunity to leave. However, he noticed that Dio remained motionless, seemingly interested in the commotion. Durant had no choice but to suppress his urge to leave and stood there to watch.

The two police officers approached Kintaro. One pulled out handcuffs, while the other drew his service pistol. Because they were pursuing the violent criminal Durant, they had been authorized to fire if a suspect refused to cooperate.

"You better behave yourself." As he spoke, the short-haired man grabbed Kintaro's right hand to cuff him.

A fierce light flashed in Kintaro's eyes. He seized the short-haired man's right wrist and violently yanked it. He pulled the short-haired man to his chest as a shield and charged forward. The round-faced officer with the gun hesitated, unsure whether to shoot. Kintaro then pushed his human shield forward. As the two officers collided, Kintaro sped up, grabbed the round-faced man's head, and twisted it violently to the left.

CRACK! The round-faced man's head was twisted backward by the immense force. Kintaro's hands snapped back, wrapping around the short-haired man's neck.

"HEH HEH!" With a sinister smile, Kintaro tightened his arms. The neck he was choking felt as soft as noodles. He let go with his hands. The two men, now breathless, collapsed to the ground.

Kintaro might be an undercover agent sent by the CIA, Durant thought as he watched this unfold. His combat skills were so advanced that killing a person seemed easier than slaughtering a chicken.

Kintaro turned his head, his eyes filled with a wrathful aura as he stared at Durant and Aozawa, "Since you've seen this, I have no choice but to take you down as well."

Just great, Durant thought. I can't let such a dangerous guy get close. He drew his pistol and aimed it at Kintaro, his voice ice-cold, "Take one more step, and I'll shoot you dead."

Kintaro's forward motion paused. The police having guns was one thing, but a random passerby too?

"Durant, if you fire here, it's likely to attract the police. Let me handle this." Aozawa put his hand on Durant's shoulder, stopping him from shooting. Aozawa had actually intended to give Durant the gun and then look for this Kintaro. But since Kintaro was eager to present himself, Aozawa felt he had no choice but to accommodate.

"Do you like fireworks?"