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Chapter 155: Takeover

"Big brother, are you okay! You were just spitting up blood."

Click—

The iron door closed. Noa Yorishie jumped down from the sofa. Kinji Hakari, with his head wrapped in bandages, was lying on a chair. Shura was currently staring at his own son, seemingly in disbelief that his own black-furred self could have a white-furred offspring. He had been staring at it for a long time.

"Woof."

The little Tibetan Mastiff, being stared at, slowly lowered its head, looking somewhat scared.

"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

"Stop staring, Shura. Look how you're scaring your child."

Tatsuro glanced over but didn't pay too much attention. He placed Noa Yorishie, who was holding his hand, on the sofa and looked at the dozens of electronic screens on the wall, which were monitoring the entire underground garage.

"How is it? The underground casino I spent over half a year building is now massive," Kinji Hakari murmured, clearly still feeling the effects of the earlier blow.

"It's decent. But this violates Article 8 of the Jujutsu Regulations, 'Confidentiality'."

Tatsuro looked at the people fighting in the ring. As for the so-called jujutsu regulations, he had only glanced at them. Once he got the gist, he didn't pay much attention.

"Junior Luo, you wouldn't care about these things, would you? This casino can make millions in an hour, achieving complete financial freedom. I will give you tens of millions in compensation to quickly stabilize another casino within a month."

"The higher-ups will interfere."

Tatsuro glanced at it and, after a moment of thought, felt that there was nothing wrong with getting these tens of millions for free. He would go back during the Goodwill Event anyway. He wasn't taking over this casino, just making a quick buck before he left.

After all, no one would turn their back on money.

He said, "I understand. I will help you manage that casino for this month or so. I'll decide on the payment based on the situation. How about that?"

"Deal!"

Kinji Hakari wasn't afraid of Tatsuro making an exorbitant demand. He needed to expand right now, and Tatsuro could also make money during his trip. It was a fair trade. He then snapped his fingers.

Kirara Hoshi, who was playing with Noa Yorishie, stood up, opened a drawer, took out a map, and spread it open. "It's this place. The 'Kuraku Hotel,' two kilometers away. We haven't made a move yet. There are also jujutsu sorcerers stationed there, doing the same business as us."

Tatsuro got up and took a look. Indeed, its geographical location was better than here, situated in the most prosperous part of Tochigi Town. Although he had never been here, the surrounding tall buildings testified to this fact.

He asked curiously, "Since that place is better than here, why not just change bases? With Senior Hakari's strength, taking it over should be a piece of cake, right?"

"..."

Kinji Hakari fell silent on the sofa.

Kirara Hoshi laughed, "It's because Ajin is stubborn. He insisted that he could surpass the other side by opening his own. Now that it's almost fully established, changing bases is more troublesome. If we fight directly, one side will definitely have a power vacuum and won't be able to hold the fort, so we have to trouble you."

Looking at Senior Kirara, who seemed more feminine than before, Tatsuro nodded. He glanced at the monitor, and a black shadow suddenly flashed by. His nonchalant expression turned silent.

It looks a lot like a cicada, that thing…

He was just severely nearsighted at the moment, not blind. The feeling of being watched all this way had made him uncomfortable. He hated this feeling of being stared at, as if his only remaining secrets were about to be exposed.

He said, "I'll go over and take care of that place tonight. Lady Katsuyu, you take good care of Noa."

"Okay. Take care, Little Luo."

"Goodbye, big brother…"

Noa Yorishie looked at his torn trousers, the red blood staining the blue fabric, but there was no wound. Although she was reluctant to see him go, this was something big brother had to do. She couldn't let him dislike her.

"Master, I'm going too!"

Shura had already lost interest in his "son." He suddenly felt that being a father wasn't good at all. His son looked silly and he didn't know who he took after. It was better to be clingy with his master.

"Shura, you stay here."

After Tatsuro finished speaking, he sent a message through their minds: "For these few days, you are responsible for protecting Noa Yorishie. Follow her without leaving her side for a moment, understand?"

"I… understand…"

Shura looked aggrieved. He didn't want to play with this little girl. After all, she was the one playing with him…

"Good boy."

Tatsuro patted Shura's head. He was also helpless seeing his aggrieved little expression. He couldn't play freely with Noa, as the power gap between them was too large.

It was like a human playing with an insect. The insect walks on the ground, and one has to be careful not to accidentally step on it. Naturally, one couldn't be unrestrained.

"Take care! Junior Luo."

Kirara Hoshi waved. She was preparing to call some people over to help clean up the battlefield later.

"Come back quickly after you're done. I'll order a large hot pot right now," Kinji Hakari said, ordering takeout from the sofa.

"Okay, remember to get a half-and-half pot."

Tatsuro smiled and pushed the door open to leave. As soon as he was out, that faint feeling of being watched appeared again. But he didn't pay it any mind and took out his phone to look up the map.

Follow me then. If he wanted to follow, he had better not leave any traces. If he found him, he would definitely kill that guy…

As night fell, the beautiful sight of the fiery clouds had dissipated, leaving only the towering buildings under the moon. The streetlights shone, and people getting off work walked in groups, talking and laughing. The "beep, beep, beep" of horns sounded in succession as people sat in their cars, waiting…

It was the peak of rush hour traffic…

Various shop signs hung on the tall buildings. Tatsuro, wearing sunglasses, glanced at the shop sign and walked in.

[Kuraku Hotel]

He didn't think much of it when looking at the map, but now he could see the difference between the two places. Just the magnificent lobby at the entrance showed the strength of this establishment's owner.

At this moment, many well-dressed people were walking in, smiling and flattering each other. Their hands were clean, and they didn't look like they were here to discuss business or arrange rooms.

Tatsuro followed with interest. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place and was curious about the identity of the owner. Kinji Hakari dared to play like this because he was strong; it would take two or three Grade 1 sorcerers to keep him in check.

That was on the premise that his luck was bad. If his luck was good, it wouldn't be just two or three. For someone who violated the Jujutsu Regulations to be able to open such a large establishment, had he given benefits to that group of old geezers in the higher-ups?

The well-dressed people in front walked into the elevator. Tatsuro stood at the entrance, waiting, watching the flickering numbers on the wall, which finally stopped at -2.

Tatsuro pressed the button, and the elevator began to rise. The surveillance camera on the ceiling was also moving, fixing on the young man waiting at the door. Only after he left did it slowly move its gaze away.

Tatsuro pressed -2. With a "whir," the elevator began to descend. He looked up at the surveillance camera watching him, gave it a smile, and then ignored it, waiting to reach the -2nd floor.

[-1]

…

[-2]

The elevator arrived and stopped smoothly. As the iron doors opened, a beautiful woman in simple clothes could be seen waiting at the entrance. Her closed eyes slowly opened, and her red pupils gradually dilated, exuding a hint of charm.

She asked, "What are you doing here, little brother?"

"I heard you can make money fast here, so I came to take a look."

Tatsuro smiled faintly. If he wanted to take charge of this place, it was best to go through the motions first. After all, if he broke anything, it would be disrespectful to his own property.

Dog-eat-dog, it was very common.

It was an illegal business to begin with, so there was nothing wrong with taking it over. At least, that's what he thought. Everything was done according to the Jujutsu Regulations. He had an obligation to eradicate it, or he could pretend not to see it.

"Whoa!"

Cheers came from inside. The woman, who was about to turn him away, couldn't say anything more and changed her words, "There are two ways to make money here. The first is to fight. If you win, you get money. The second is to bet. If the fighter you bet on wins, your money will be multiplied according to the odds."

"For example, if the odds on the person you bet on are 1 to 1, and the other side is 1 to 5, if you win, the money you bet will be multiplied by five. If you lose, it's all gone. Which one do you want to choose?"

"I bet on myself, ten million."

Tatsuro's black pupils turned cold. He took out a bank card from his pocket. As long as he kept winning, the strongest fighter in this underground casino would eventually have to show up and defeat him because they couldn't afford the losses.

This was much better than him rushing in and turning the place upside down, and he wouldn't have to destroy the original appearance of the place.

"This… I'll arrange it for you right away. Please wait here."

The woman glanced at the bank card in the young man's hand, tapped her earpiece, and quickly left to contact her boss.

"BOSS, a young man wants to fight in the underground match and has bet ten million on himself. How should we handle it?"

"Agree. Keep an eye on the arrangements. Let the boy win two matches first to boost viewership. When everyone is betting on him, send out a strong fighter. If that doesn't work, have him thrown out."

"Understood."

The woman's eyebrows furrowed. Although she felt it was unfair to the boy, she relied on this for a living. If he had to be blamed for anything, it was for coming here to gamble.

After a period of internal struggle, she returned to the boy and said with a smile, "This way, please. You will be arranged to compete on the ring later. If you win all three matches, you will receive your due reward. But if you don't finish all three matches, you will only get back the ten million you bet, and for every match you win, you will receive a reward of 50,000 yen, which will be doubled according to the number of matches you win."

"Got it."

Tatsuro nodded and followed the woman through a ring that resembled a death cage, where the cheers were deafening.

The round ring was surrounded by a wire mesh, giving it a feeling of a caged beast fight. The two people in the ring were covered in blood. When they couldn't win with their fists, they even resorted to biting and kicking the groin, giving it a no-holds-barred feel.

"Scared?"

The woman looked at the boy behind her and asked with interest, "What's your name?"

"Natsukusa."

"How old are you?"

"17."

"If you can't win later, just shout surrender. After all, no matter how fast you make money, you have to be alive to spend it."

The woman kindly reminded him, but didn't say much more. She hadn't looked closely before, but now it seemed he was very suitable for this place. The trousers on his right calf were torn, and although they had been washed, the blue jeans were still black, indicating that he had recently been stained with blood.

She had been working here for so long that these details were easy to spot. She led the boy to the waiting area and took a photo to send to the people in charge of the betting odds.

She took out a card machine and said, "Alright, you can bet on yourself now. Good luck with the match."

"Thanks."

After Tatsuro placed his bet, he closed his eyes to rest, waiting for his turn.

Although there was no sound in the waiting area, there were quite a few people sitting and waiting for their turn, a dozen or so. Most of them were fierce-looking men, shirtless, showing off their masculine muscles.

There were also tall sumo wrestlers. In contrast, those with smaller builds would attract the attention of everyone present.

After all, winning one match earned 50,000, the second 100,000, and the third 200,000, and so on. Everyone wanted to meet a weak opponent to make big money, not a strong one from the start, getting injured and earning nothing.

A "shorty" like Tatsuro, at 175 cm, was very conspicuous. After all, he was only 16, he could still grow…

There was no situation of the strong bullying the weak in the waiting area. Everyone was waiting, waiting for the front desk to call their name. In a beast-like struggle, as long as you kept winning, the enemies would keep increasing, with no chance to rest. Everyone was a veteran and didn't want to waste extra energy.

Only an idiot would bully the weak. Was wasting energy like that turning your back on money?

"Whoa! The atmosphere on the field is getting tense! The two-time champion, Kunto, is being pressed down by the Madman! Can he make a comeback and take this 350,000, or will he stop here!?"

The "pleasant" voice of a normal person reached the ears of everyone in the waiting area. Their closed eyes all opened, curious to see if he could get that 350,000.

"What a pity! Kunto finally tapped the ground to stop the match. He didn't get this generous prize for a three-win streak."

Everyone who heard this shook their heads helplessly. After all, finishing two rounds was already very impressive. Their energy was almost completely depleted. To win that, they could have gone to professional boxing. Why come here for underground fighting?

"Alright, next up, please welcome the Madman's opponent! He is the seventeen-year-old gentle youth, Natsukusa!"

Tatsuro heard the host call his name, opened his eyes, and saw two staff members running into the waiting area calling for him. He stood up and walked over.

The two looked at the photo to confirm, then hurriedly led him to the ring, as if they would lose money if they were slow.

This place was indeed very professional. In comparison, Senior Hakari's place seemed a bit shabby. If this were his, he would probably change bases on the same day instead of running two at once.

It was just that his senpai was nostalgic and very stubborn, preferring to run two at the risk of being taken down together, rather than abandoning the fight club he had created with his own hands.

As Tatsuro was led onto the stage by two staff members, the atmosphere lights suddenly went dark. Three spotlights shone on Tatsuro, almost blinding him. The electronic screen hanging from the ceiling also showed the boy's figure.

On his somewhat immature face, a pair of pure and flawless eyes stared ahead. There was none of the cruel, fierce, and awe-inspiring gaze of previous contestants. It was as if nothing could enter his eyes, as if this was not an exciting ring, but a crowded street, and they were just ordinary passersby, with nothing worth paying attention to.

The host was also seeing this kind of expression for the first time. For a moment, he forgot how to comment. Having dropped out of middle school, his brain's knowledge reserves were insufficient…

But in order not to have his salary deducted, he quickly shouted at the Madman in the ring, "It looks like the Madman will win his second match very easily! I wonder if he has a chance to win our third!"

The Madman in the ring was bewildered. He was just an actor, responsible for finishing off those who were about to get a three-win streak. Weren't you supposed to be hyping up his opponent?

"..."

Clang!

The iron door opened. The "gentle youth" Natsukusa walked in. Looking at the boy's thin frame, the Madman frowned. Being an actor was not easy. He had to lose reasonably, or if the match-fixing was discovered, he would be fired!

But how was he supposed to lose this?

Anyone could see that he was guaranteed to win!

He even suspected that one punch from him would knock him down.

Forget it, he would use exhaustion as the reason for losing. Luckily, he wasn't the number two actor, or it would be even harder to lose…

The host shouted, "The two fighters in the ring are ready! The ten-second betting countdown begins!"

"Ten!"

...

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Stop betting! The match… begins!"

With the host's shout, the actor Madman also rushed over, yelling at the top of his lungs! He wished he could roar out all his momentum, but the fist he threw was holding back.

Tatsuro didn't understand what he was doing. He kicked out, sending him flying dozens of meters back, directly into the wire mesh, bending it.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The Madman spat out a mouthful of blood. This boy was definitely a jujutsu sorcerer. His strength was too damn terrifying. He thought to himself, 'He was just acting, and he ran into a real one…'

The host was completely stunned. He had only been here for two days and had never seen such a scene. The wire mesh was bent. That kick could probably move an elephant!

None of the onlookers said it was staged. After all, the bent wire mesh and the bloodstains on the ground were on the big screen. They only knew that this boy was very strong. Betting on him next time was a sure win!

"A jujutsu sorcerer?"

In a pitch-black room, only a television flickered. A man sat on the sofa, exhaling smoke. He picked up his phone from the table and began to make a call.

"Send a jujutsu sorcerer to deal with him, test his strength."

"Yes."

"Honestly, does he think he can just rake in money because he's a sorcerer? But… why does this boy look a little familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere…"

After thinking for a moment to no avail, the man no longer cared. Although he looked familiar, there was nothing he could do if he couldn't remember. After all, this was the Kamo family's territory. No matter who came, they had to kneel.

"Oh my! Natsukusa is unexpectedly strong!"

The host, who had been ordered to replace the contestant, continued to shout, "Next up, let's welcome the next contestant, the one who once had a five-win streak, Anra!"

"Whoa!"

The audience was instantly ignited. After all, getting a three-win streak here was already very rare. A five-win streak was almost at the pinnacle of this fighting arena!

Those who were originally planning to bet on the boy Natsukusa instantly changed their minds and started betting on Anra. After all, the outcome was obvious.

If he could lose this, they'd run naked on the streets tomorrow!

But a small portion still chose to bet on Natsukusa. Adhering to the mentality that betting on both sides was a safe bet, they placed their bets. After all, if they lost, they would only lose a little money. If they won, they would make a fortune!

The man, who was 1.9 meters tall, with a strong build, chiseled muscles, and a scar at the corner of his eye, intimidated the onlookers as soon as he entered the ring.

"A sorcerer…"

Tatsuro glanced at him. Although he couldn't see his total cursed energy without opening his Sharingan, this person was at least a Grade 3 sorcerer, and the possibility of him being a Semi-Grade 2 couldn't be ruled out. Was this place backed by one of the three great families?

Then this takeover would be interesting!

Gojo-sensei was the head of the Gojo family. He probably wouldn't be so bored as to open a casino. After all, his family was large and prosperous, the head of the three great families.

That left only the Zenin family and the Kamo family. Let's see. Take it over tonight and see what they say tomorrow.

Clang!

The two-meter-high iron door closed. Anra looked at the shorty in front of him and said in a low voice, "Brat, don't you know whose territory this is? You think you can make this kind of money just because you've mastered cursed energy?"

"No, I'm just here to have some fun, and take over this place while I'm at it."

Tatsuro didn't care. He waited for the host to give the signal. After all, on someone else's turf, you still had to follow the rules. They weren't in a hurry to lose money, so why should he be?

"...You're dead."

Anra replied after a moment of silence.

The onlookers only saw their mouths moving but didn't know what they were saying. They only knew that Anra's face had now become gloomy.

He was getting serious!

"The two fighters in the ring are ready! The ten-second betting countdown begins!" the host shouted.

"Ten!"

...

"One!"

"Stop betting, the match begins!"

Thud!

As soon as the host finished shouting, the tall Anra was already spitting blood and flying through the broken iron mesh.

The enthusiastic cheers of the audience instantly dropped to a low point. The arena fell silent. The boy in the ring stood with his hands crossed behind his back, his feet in a wide stance, as if he hadn't moved at all.

But Anra was already paralyzed on the ground, his eyes rolled back.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

"Did that boy even make a move?"

Chatter echoed in the arena, and the host was speechless for a long time.

Tatsuro looked at the man outside the ring and muttered, "A Grade 3 sorcerer barking in front of me. Who gave you the guts?"

"Settle the money from this betting round as soon as possible, clear the audience, and stop the live broadcast!"

A roar echoed in the ears of every staff member present. Hearing the BOSS's angry voice, the staff immediately executed the order.

The host shouted, "Sorry, everyone, that's all for today. Please leave in an orderly manner. The money you won from your bets is being transferred to your bank cards. We're ending early today, we're very sorry!"

"What the heck, I should have bet on that boy."

"Sigh, another day of losing everything."

"Nice, I bet 50,000 and it multiplied twenty times!"

The audience in the seats also left one after another, looking at the account information on their phones, some sad, some happy.

Watching the people leave, Tatsuro in the ring also knew that the owner of this underground casino was about to come out.

"Natsukusa, Tatsuro. What is this guy doing here instead of staying at Jujutsu High?"

Kamo Kage's expression was grave. Why did he look so familiar? Could it be that this guy was short on money?

That couldn't be right. Would someone who could casually take out ten million be short on money?

Although he didn't know what he was here for, he could only be considered a troublemaker for now. The three great families all knew about each other's dirty laundry, but they hadn't announced it publicly.

As long as it wasn't too excessive, the higher-ups wouldn't interfere. After all, he had violated the Jujutsu Regulations. He couldn't claim to be from the Kamo family either, or he would be mercilessly thrown out by the family and have his name removed! For now, he could only use force to drive him out.

He picked up the still-connected phone and shouted, "All sorcerers in the casino, assemble and drive out the troublemaker!"

"Yes!"

Kamo Kage drew the katana he was holding in his left hand and walked towards the casino on the -2nd floor.

In the arena.

All irrelevant personnel had been cleared out. In their place were three men holding katanas. They stood on a high platform, staring at Tatsuro in the ring. They didn't rush to attack, but stood there, waiting.

Tatsuro wasn't in a hurry either. He walked out of the caged beast's den, waiting for the owner of this casino to arrive. He began to think about how much money he should ask for later. After all, this place was so big, asking for a hundred million wouldn't be too much.

It felt like besides the Gojo family, the other two great families were very fond of conducting bloodline experiments. The Zenin family had wanted him to leave his bloodline before, probably also to surpass the Gojo family.

After all, the Six Eyes, which appeared only once every hundred years, signified the pinnacle of the jujutsu world from the moment of birth.

For this reason, the Gojo family didn't care for other miscellaneous bloodlines. The Six Eyes was invincible upon birth. What could you use to fight me?

Just the 'Limitless Cursed Technique' alone crushed 99.9% of jujutsu sorcerers. The remaining 0.01% depended on whether they had been born yet.

"Kill him!"

During his thoughts, a voice came. Tatsuro looked up. The three sorcerers who had been standing there were now charging at him with their swords drawn. And on the high platform, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face appeared. The aura he emitted was much stronger than these trashes on the field!

"Grade 2…"

Faced with the fierce attack of the three, Tatsuro dodged and retreated, toying with them. He beckoned to the middle-aged man on the high platform. The reason he didn't rush up was because there were seats there. If they were damaged, it would be a loss.

Kamo Kage didn't rush over because of the provocation. He just stood on the high platform and watched the boy below, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, taking a deep breath, as if preparing for something.

"Hoo…"

The aura on his body was constantly rising, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his body began to turn red, and the blood flowed rapidly in his body. The "thump-thump" of his heart echoed in his mind, as if he had taken a stimulant.

When his aura reached its peak, Kamo Kage let out a soft cry:

"Get back!"

The three who were entangled with the boy quickly retreated upon hearing the command. From the moment they exchanged blows, they could tell that the three of them were no match for him. The opponent hadn't even fought back from the beginning…

"Here he comes!"

Tatsuro looked at the middle-aged man whose body had turned red. He could now be certain that he was from the Kamo family. Accelerating the blood flow, an effect like taking a drug, could be easily achieved by the Kamo family's 'Blood Manipulation'!

"Hoo…"

Kamo Kage looked at Tatsuro, who was looking directly at him. He gripped his katana with both hands. Without using his cursed technique, this was all he could do: accelerate the blood flow in his body to achieve the effect of taking a stimulant!

"Throw him out…"

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