Chapter 124: The First Day of Clearing the Darkness Lu Mingfei stood in the middle of the street. The air seemed to be stagnant. The neon lights around him flickered, casting blurry light and shadows. Holding the wooden sword tightly in his hand, his figure seemed lonely on the quiet street, yet he seemed to be the center of the world, being watched by countless people. Around him, a dozen gangsters were lying on the ground, wailing in pain. In front of him, there were densely packed gangsters gathered, like an endless black tide, with a murderous aura, ready to devour him completely. The gangster boss stood in front of the team, his eyes were cold and his face was grim. He exhaled a puff of smoke fiercely, and his voice was hoarse and arrogant: "What's the use of one person being able to fight? How dare you provoke so many of us? Do you think you are a god?" Lu Mingfei did not respond, but just looked at him quietly, like a lone wolf in the dark night, with a cold light in his eyes. His aura gradually changed, becoming deep and powerful, like a volcano, with a power hidden in its calm that could erupt at any time. The wooden sword in his hand was slightly raised, as if responding to the upcoming battle. "Cut him!" The gang leader gave an order, and dozens of gang members armed with machetes immediately pounced on Lu Mingfei like tigers descending from the mountains. The swords flashed, the cold light flashed, and the sharp machetes drew arcs of murderous intent in the air. Lu Mingfei moved. His movements were as fast as lightning. His body sank suddenly and he dodged several chopping knives in an instant. At the same time, the wooden sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, shuttling and dancing in the sword light.
The first collision sounded, and the wooden sword hit the wrist of a gangster member hard. With a "snap" sound, the sound of bones breaking followed, and the machete flew into the air. Then, the second and third machetes were knocked away one by one. The knife light scattered in the air, and the screams of the gangster members came one after another. Lu Mingfei did not pause at all. His figure followed closely behind the blade, moving through the rain of knives, accurately capturing every gap like a cheetah. As the wooden sword was swung, it hit the enemy's vital points one after another. The sound of breaking bones could be heard with almost every attack. The gang members were knocked away one after another, their bodies drawing awkward arcs in the air and falling heavily to the ground. The tempo of the battle quickened, Lu Mingfei's figure became increasingly blurred, with afterimages interweaving in the air. The blades of the gang members could not even touch the corners of his clothes. His double swords raged in the enemy camp like a storm, and wherever they passed, the sword lights were completely dissolved, and the enemies fell one after another. But this is only the beginning. After he knocked down dozens of enemies, the tide of the underworld surged again, and more gang members rushed towards Lu Mingfei from all directions. Hundreds of gang members surrounded him densely, raised their machetes, and rushed towards him with roars. Those machetes were like dense raindrops, interweaving a net of death in the air, trying to trap Lu Mingfei in it. Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, his body sank, his breath burst out instantly, and he swung his wooden sword violently, bringing up a whistling gust of wind. The blade cut through the sky and smashed several oncoming machetes. Then, he exerted force with his feet, and pounced into the enemy camp like a tiger, waving the wooden sword wildly, leaving an afterimage with every swing. "Bang, bang, bang!" The sounds of the blade colliding with the wooden sword came one after another, accompanied by the enemy's screams and the dull sound of his body falling to the ground. Each of Lu Mingfei's attacks was extremely precise. The wooden sword in his hand seemed to have its own life and he easily resolved every attack. The gang members' sword lights fell around him but never touched his body. The more enemies there were, the stronger Lu Mingfei's fighting spirit became. His movements became more fierce, his figure was as fast as lightning, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into a sickle of death, reaping every enemy who dared to approach. The enemy's machetes broke one after another, and the gang members who lost their weapons screamed and fell to the ground. The battle intensified, and the whole street seemed to have become a stage of hell in this killing. The screams of gang members, the collision of machetes, and the sound of broken bones intertwined together to form a frenzied symphony. In this melody of killing, Lu Mingfei was like a cold conductor, controlling the rhythm of the battle. Suddenly, the gang leader roared and rushed towards Lu Mingfei with a team of elite soldiers. Unlike the ordinary gang members before, these elite soldiers were well-trained and had good coordination. They divided into several teams and encircled him from different directions. Their blades drew sharp arcs, blocking all of Lu Mingfei's escape routes. "Kill him!" The gangster boss roared and swung his knife at Lu Mingfei himself. The machete, with deadly murderous intent, went straight to his chest. Facing this deadly attack, a cold light flashed in Lu Mingfei's eyes. His body spun suddenly, and his two swords crossed, drawing two streaks of light in the air. With a "clang!", the two wooden swords accurately blocked the gang boss' attack. At the same time, he suddenly exerted force and smashed the wooden sword hard on the opponent's blade. The power surged out like a tide. The gangster boss only felt his arm numb, the machete flew out of his hand, and his body lost balance. He was kicked away by Lu Mingfei and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain. The remaining elite gangsters saw their boss fall to the ground and rushed forward with roars, but their swords could not hurt Lu Mingfei at all. Lu Mingfei was like a gust of wind, the wooden sword in his hand tumbling like a dragon, the enemy's swords could not touch his body, but were constantly knocked away by him. The gangster elites fell one after another, and the blood dyed the street red.
The strength of Ertianyisu was fully demonstrated in Lu Mingfei's hands. Not only that, he also displayed the secrets of swordsmanship from various schools that he had fought with Lu Mingfei. Finally, as the last elite fell to the ground, the street fell into a brief silence again. Hundreds of gang members had been knocked down at this moment. Their bodies lay on the ground in all directions, and wailing was endless. Lu Mingfei stood in the middle of a messy street, his robe fluttering in the wind, the wooden swords in his hands unstained by blood. But this evening will not end so easily. Lu Mingfei took out a stack of papers from his pocket and began to read. "Masahira Kimura, male, 25 years old, forced his new girlfriend to sell her body to pay off his debts a month ago." "Kiyaya Koyama, male, 26 years old, loaned excessive amounts of money at high interest rates. While collecting the money, he kicked a pregnant woman in the stomach, causing her to miscarry. Afterwards, he threatened her at her home every day in an attempt to calm the situation down. The pregnant woman couldn't stand the harassment and jumped off a building." "Yamamoto Yushinori, male, 30 years old, trafficked in blocked bottles, used them to control young girls and force them to sell their bodies." "Takada Koji, male, 28 years old, fraud, human trafficking..." Lu Mingfei's voice echoed coldly in the air. Every time he read out a name and exposed a crime, the faces of the gang members lying on the ground became paler. The paper in his hand seemed like a list of the judges of hell. Each crime was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts. Fear spread in their hearts instantly. Their wailing, anger, and even despair intertwined at this moment. This street seemed to have become a place of execution. "Yasuda Daichi, male, 25 years old, a young girl..." Lu Mingfei continued to read the evidence of the crime in his hand. His voice was like a biting cold wind, penetrating the night sky word by word and blowing into the hearts of those gang members. The gang members' eyes began to become panicked, and many of them began to get up from the ground regardless of the pain in their bodies, wanting to escape. They were originally full of violence, but now they were like prey that were forced into a desperate situation. Facing a judgment that they could not resist, they understood that Lu Mingfei was not simply defeating them, but was settling accounts for their sins. "Every one of you here is a cancer in this country." Lu Mingfei's voice was emotionless, cold and calm. He raised his wooden sword slightly and looked around, examining these sinners. The feeling of oppression in the air was getting stronger and stronger. The gang members were already mentally broken. No matter how arrogant and vicious they were before, now all their confidence had completely collapsed in front of this sword master, especially now that their secrets were being revealed bit by bit. The gangster boss struggled to get up from the ground, his face as pale as paper, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. He looked at his men lying on the ground, then at Lu Mingfei standing in the middle, and suddenly felt an unprecedented fear surging in his chest. "You...you are a lunatic! Do you think you can change anything by doing this? Japan has been like this since ancient times! This is our survival rule!" the boss roared, panic in his voice. Lu Mingfei's eyes slowly fell on him, his tone still cold: "It has been right since ancient times, right? I never care whether I can change anything, but today, all those who stand in the darkness must pay the price for their crimes." As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the wooden sword in his hand down suddenly, and a fierce gust of wind followed. A tearing whistling sound was heard in the air. Accompanied by a scream, the gangster boss's arm was broken in an instant, and he himself was blown away by the powerful force, hitting the wall behind him heavily, spurting blood from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up again. The rest of the gang members were already scared out of their wits. They no longer dared to approach Lu Mingfei. They stood up from the ground in fear and backed away, as if they had seen a demon. In their minds, Lu Mingfei at this moment was not a human being at all, but an avenger from hell. A breeze blew by, and Lu Mingfei stood in place, his two wooden swords slowly lowered. The neon lights were still flickering, reflecting on his body, as if he was the only light in the night. Red and blue flashing lights began to flash on the streets, accompanied by the sound of sirens, and a large number of police cars began to surround Kabukicho. Lu Mingfei stood in the middle of the street, looking at the police cars that were getting closer and closer. The red and blue police lights were reflected on his face, casting an eerie light and shadow. The tension in the air didn't seem to shake him at all. He still stood there motionless, the wooden sword in his hand drooping slightly. The cold light was gone, but it was still full of intimidation. His breathing gradually calmed down. The one-on-a-thousand-enemy battle just now seemed to be just a small episode. The gang members who fell to the ground groaning were in a miserable state, and they no longer had their previous arrogance and brutality. At this moment, they only felt a deep fear of Lu Mingfei, or fear of the impending trial. The sirens were getting louder and louder. Police cars at the end of the street had stopped one after another. Hundreds of fully armed policemen filed out, holding shields and batons, ready for action. Their expressions were serious, but when they saw the hellish scene before them, a hint of shock could be seen in their eyes.
This was once the prosperous Kabukicho, but now it has become a mess. Gang members are lying on the ground, wailing as if they had just experienced a massacre. Lu Mingfei ignored the policemen. His eyes swept slowly over the gang members. The faces of every criminal were deeply engraved in his mind. Today's trial was not over yet. Their crimes would be thoroughly exposed, and he would be the executioner who would carry out all of this. "Stop! Put your hands up! Don't move!" Several policemen holding shields approached Lu Mingfei tentatively. The batons in their hands flashed coldly, and it was obvious that they were ready for defense. Lu Mingfei turned around slowly, his eyes looked particularly deep under the neon lights. He glanced at the policemen and said nothing. No matter what happens next, this night is destined to become Tokyo's history, and everyone's fate will be changed because of it. Lu Mingze appeared on the rooftop in the distance. He smiled slightly, holding a wine glass in his hand, and watched everything happen like a show. "Brother is really too kind," he whispered to himself, "But it's okay this way, the game has just begun." Lu Mingfei still stood there, seemingly waiting for something. The police approached cautiously, but no one dared to act rashly. The man in front of them had just defeated hundreds of fierce gangsters alone. They didn't know what kind of monster he was. At this moment, a senior police officer in a suit walked out of the car with steady steps. He looked at Lu Mingfei who was standing in the middle with a firm gaze and slowly walked towards him. "Are you Gen Yusuke?" The man in the suit's voice was not loud, but it carried a majesty that could not be ignored. He walked in front of Lu Mingfei and looked at him sharply. Lu Mingfei slowly turned around and faced the police officer, still looking calm. He nodded and said calmly, "It's me." The man in the suit frowned. He obviously didn't expect the other party to be so calm and composed. Facing the siege of hundreds of armed police officers, he still showed no fear. "What happened here?" The man in the suit asked in a slightly cold and questioning tone. Lu Mingfei did not answer directly. He just gently turned the wooden sword in his hand, glanced at the gang members on the ground again, and said lightly: "I just cleaned up some garbage." His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the gang members lying on the ground. They were trembling all over, with deep fear in their eyes. The moment their crimes were exposed, their hearts were completely dissected open, leaving them nowhere to hide. The police officer looked around with a frown on his face, obviously dissatisfied with the answer, but he quickly put away his emotion and said coldly: "No matter what, you have to go with us tonight." Lu Mingfei didn't say anything else, he just nodded slightly, the night was over. Several policemen slowly walked forward, preparing to handcuff him, but Lu Mingfei did not resist at all. He just stood there quietly and let them take him away. At the same time, more police officers began to deal with gang members on the street. They were carried into police cars one by one, their faces filled with fear and despair. The prisons in Tokyo are full tonight. As the sound of the police car engine rang out again, the night sky of Kabukicho seemed to have returned to calm. (End of this chapter)