dmims Chapter 179 I'll sue you for defamation for acting so indiscriminately!
Chapter 179 I'll sue you for defamation for acting so indiscriminately!
No one could have imagined that an elderly man in his eighties or nineties, with a face full of deep wrinkles, white hair, and who should be walking shakily with a cane, could unleash such astonishing agility and strength.
At this moment, Uesugi Kotsugu's figure was as agile as a cheetah that had returned to its prime, weaving through the gaps in the frantically surging crowd with unpredictable and erratic movements.
The twin swords in his hands were no longer rusty tatters, but transformed into two graceful yet deadly silver arcs.
Where the blade flashed, it wasn't a brutal tearing, but rather carried a cruel poetry.
With precise cuts to arteries, severing tendons, and piercing vital organs, tragically beautiful flowers of blood bloomed on the dimly lit street, and the passing of life under his knife seemed to become a kind of distorted art.
Even more shocking is that during the continuous and fierce battle, his withered and hunched body was undergoing visible changes!
The empty, oil-stained clothes were being stretched out by the gradually filling and swelling muscles.
His once loose and sagging chest and arms became strong and powerful again, the deep wrinkles on his face seemed to have been smoothed out by an invisible hand, his skin regained its firmness and luster, and his gray hair seemed to regain some dark vitality...
Time seemed to be flowing backwards on him, quickly reshaping a frail ramen stall owner back into the once-renowned movie star!
Ta-ta-ta-ta-!
The dull, oppressive sound of helicopter rotors, like the roar of a giant beast, brutally tore through the air above this bloody battlefield as it drew nearer.
That's the helicopter that Genjiro was in!
At the very moment the helicopter appeared, the persistent, eerie sound of the clapper, as if its throat had been choked, abruptly ceased and vanished without a trace, as if it had never been heard at all.
"Ho...ho..."
As soon as the clapper stopped, Lu Mingfei felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He was completely soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and was almost exhausted.
He leaned on the hilt of the Starry Sky Alloy Longsword, panting heavily, his lungs burning.
"Zero...are you alright?"
He turned his head, his voice hoarse.
"Um……"
A weak but clear response came from the side.
She leaned against the wreckage of an overturned motorcycle, also drenched in sweat, her platinum blonde hair clinging to her pale cheeks. Her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, clearly exhausted, but her eyes had regained their usual coldness and clarity.
Erii lost consciousness and lay limply on the ground, motionless, with only the slight rise and fall of her chest proving that she was still alive.
Yuan Zhinü did not faint, but her condition was extremely bad.
He collapsed to the ground, his eyes unfocused, his chest heaving violently, each breath trembling.
If it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing with his eyes open, Lu Mingfei would have almost thought that he had also fainted.
Moreover, he looked even more...
She was delicate and fragile, with a face as pale as paper and soft facial features that almost blurred the boundaries of gender, making her even more feminine than some women who deliberately dress up.
(This is an unnamed attack on a friend.)
The helicopter began to descend, the strong airflow stirring up dust and the smell of blood from the ground.
A flicker of focus returned to Yuan Zhinv's unfocused eyes as she recognized the familiar helicopter livery, and a look of extreme panic flashed across her face.
"Quickly...take me away..."
He strained with all his might, his voice barely a whisper, trying to get up, but his limbs seemed completely powerless, and he could only writhe futilely on the ground like a fish out of water.
"I absolutely cannot let my brother see this now!"
Lu Mingfei glanced at him, then looked at the helicopter that was slowly landing, and at the approaching sirens that were starting to sound in the distance.
Without hesitation, he summoned the strangely styled door from his personal space again and opened it.
"Go in."
He spoke succinctly, bent down, grabbed the back of Yuan Zhinv's collar, lifted her up like a cat, and threw her directly into the ripples that disappeared inside the doorway.
Then turn to zero:
"You should go in and rest and recover."
Those deep blue eyes looked at Lu Mingfei intently, their gaze filled with worry and unspoken trust.
She didn't say anything more, only leaving a clear and concise message: "Be careful."
Then he stepped into the Anywhere Door without hesitation, his figure disappeared, and the door closed and vanished silently.
As the sound of the clapper faded, the remaining thugs seemed to awaken from a nightmare. The madness and bloodlust in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by boundless fear as if they were witnessing a carnage.
Perhaps the mastermind behind it all had already left, or perhaps they were simply too terrified by the horrific scene before them. In any case, the bikers who were still able to move let out horrified howls and scrambled away from the street that had become a living hell, wishing they had two more legs.
In an instant, apart from the occasional crackling of engines and the faint, eerie howls carried on the wind, the streets were left in complete disarray.
Twisted motorcycle wreckage, splattered dark red blood, scattered weapons, and...
Countless broken bodies.
Lu Mingfei roughly estimated that more than a hundred people would die here tonight, and the number of seriously injured would be several times that.
In any modern society governed by the rule of law, this would be a major event that shakes the entire nation, enough to trigger a political earthquake and social panic.
Uesugi Yue truly lived up to his reputation as the former Shadow Emperor. His actions were far more ruthless and decisive than those of Lu Mingfei and Zero, who deliberately held back. Most of the deaths tonight will likely be attributed to his newly drawn twin swords.
As the rioters scattered and the helicopter finally hovered over an open space not far away, the piercing wail of police sirens finally arrived, and the flashing red and blue police lights illuminated the surrounding area in a chaotic scene.
Lu Mingfei walked to the corner of the wall, carefully picked up the unconscious Erii, and let her sit against the relatively clean wall.
He plopped down next to her, leaning against the cold wall, and looked up at the first person to land after rappelling directly from the helicopter.
He was a man radiating cold anger.
He stepped over the pool of blood, ignoring the horrific scene around him, his gaze like two red-hot knives, fixed directly on Lu Mingfei.
The rage was so intense, it seemed capable of igniting the night sky and burning down the entire city of Tokyo.
"Lu! Ming! Fei!"
Genjiro's voice was like a volcano suppressed to its limit, each word carrying scorching lava.
He surveyed the horrifying slaughterhouse around him, and finally unleashed all his anger on Lu Mingfei:
"Why?! You clearly had the ability to maneuver and retreat! Why did you cause such massive casualties?! Look here! Look at these people!"
He pointed at the survivors who were still groaning and struggling in pools of blood, his fingers trembling slightly with anger.
"Hey Hey hey,"
Lu Mingfei raised an eyebrow, his tone undisguisedly sarcastic despite his physical exhaustion.
"Master Yuan, I really dislike your indiscriminate and accusatory tone. Look closely, it was thousands of them, armed and on motorcycles, who came here with the intention of crushing us into mincemeat and kidnapping your sister. What do you expect me to do? Surrender? Or kneel down and beg them to let us go?"
He pointed to Erii, who was unconscious beside him.
"I have a girl with me, how am I supposed to handle this? Try to talk my way out of it?"
"I wasn't talking about self-defense!"
Yuan Zhisheng roared, interrupting Lu Mingfei. He clearly believed that Lu Mingfei was downplaying the issue. "It's about the limits! It's about the consequences! Look at these casualty figures! This has far exceeded the scope of legitimate self-defense! I will report everything you've done to the Chinese authorities without missing a single word!"
"enough."
An aged, hoarse voice, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority and power, pierced through the intense confrontation between the two like a rock.
Yuan Zhisheng turned around abruptly, his sharp gaze finally focusing entirely on the figure who stood there holding a knife, seemingly blending into the bloody background around him.
He had noticed this imposing stranger long ago, but because he was unsure of his identity and stance, he prioritized dealing with Lu Mingfei.
At that moment, illuminated by the helicopter searchlight and the distant police lights, he finally saw the other person's face clearly.
The face, which was transitioning from old age to middle age, still faintly bore the shadow of a taboo photograph from the family's old album.
His posture, wielding two swords with an unyielding and majestic air, awakened a distant and terrifying resonance deep within his bloodline.
Uesugi Kotsushi slowly sheathed his sword, his movements steady and deliberate.
He stepped forward, blocking Lu Mingfei and Erii, facing Genji directly. His voice was resolute, carrying the pronouncemental tone characteristic of someone long accustomed to a position of power:
"Most of these people... I killed."
He glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground, showing no pity, only cold indifference:
"Anyone who dares to attack the Emperor deserves to die."