Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 235

It was definitely a good decision to spar with him a few times.

As expected from someone hailed as the most modern Yakuza of the Sumiyoshi group, Hiro knew a lot about the other Yakuza factions.

Especially the summary report labeled "Inagawa"—that one was a masterpiece.

He said he regularly received reports in this format about other guilds, and thanks to that, Su-ho was able to easily understand the Inagawa guild.

“If you need it, take it.”

“You're really giving this kind of material to me just like that?”

“It’s just paper. There’s nothing on it that traces back to us.”

And that was true.

If it were something to submit to the chairman, they’d usually include formatting or the Sumiyoshi insignia, but they’d taken precautions against leaks by omitting any such identifiers.

“Then I’ll accept it without refusing.”

Eventually, Su-ho stood up first and got into the elevator.

The man who had escorted him smiled and spoke.

“I truly hope you succeed. And that we’ll have the chance to cross swords again someday.”

“We definitely will. Until then.”

After bidding farewell, Su-ho exited the mansion.

Then he immediately hailed a taxi and headed to Roppongi.

‘So it finally begins.’

At last, it had begun.

The dismantling of Inagawa.

***

A karaoke joint in Roppongi.

“Excuse me.”

“Ah, yes, how many in your party?”

“I’m alone.”

“Oh, by yourself. I’ll guide you right away.”

“No, before that—do you have someone named Toshino, the owner, here?”

“The boss? Why are you—?”

“Ah, there he is.”

The man who came alone glanced around, then suddenly walked off somewhere.

He threw open a door and found a group of Yakuza drinking with women inside.

Looking at the man seated at the head of the table, he asked,

“You Toshino?”

“Who the hell are you?”

“Yeah, that’s you.”

The man who opened the door—

Was none other than Su-ho.

Using mana detection to pick out the karaoke owner, Su-ho immediately kicked the table at Toshino.

“Gah!”

That was all it took—just one kick to the table.

But the overwhelming stat difference caused Toshino to crash into the table and crack his ribs.

“What the hell is this guy?!”

The other Yakuza who had been partying with him finally stood up.

There wasn’t much time.

Su-ho didn’t answer. He simply grabbed a bottle of whiskey and began knocking them out, either with blows to the head or slaps across the face.

It was fine.

He had already confirmed through mana detection that every one of them was an Awakened.

Su-ho struck the paralysis points of Toshino and all his subordinates, then walked out of the karaoke bar.

No one followed.

It all happened too fast, and he had already taken down what could be considered their main combat power.

Outside the karaoke bar, Su-ho checked the paper he’d received from Hiro.

“Next is...”

As he moved to the next establishment, Su-ho changed his face and body on the way.

Reverse Morphology and Bone-Crushing Art.

And like that, Su-ho wrecked the bosses of every Inagawa-operated business in Roppongi before sunrise.

All with different faces and body types.

“What the hell...?”

Yamakawa Jiro, the third in command of the Inagawa guild, the leader of Division 1, and also the Head of the Main Branch, could hardly believe his eyes.

Because in just one night, eighteen businesses in Roppongi owned by the Inagawa guild had been destroyed.

At first, he didn’t think much of it.

He thought it was a joke.

But it wasn’t.

When the first few places got trashed, he told his subordinates to take care of it.

But as the numbers kept growing, he urgently sent senior officers to handle the situation and waited for a report.

However, as time passed and no updates came, he went to see the sites for himself—and the result was what he was facing now.

Jiro asked his secretary,

“...What the hell happened?”

“Well, after compiling the reports, it seems they were all hit by different guys.”

“Different guys?”

“Y-Yes! They all attacked the shops at different times. There were no deaths, but all the victims were Awakened, and every one of them appears to be completely paralyzed...”

“So someone planned this.”

“Yes... that’s our conclusion.”

“Do we have their faces?”

“Well...”

The secretary hesitated.

And understandably so—there were plenty of eyewitnesses, but there wasn’t a single CCTV clip that clearly captured the attackers’ faces.

How was that even possible?

How many security cameras were there in Roppongi?

And yet, it was possible.

Thanks to the skill Su-ho had used: Colorless Solitude.

Colorless Solitude distorted recognition of the user in the minds of those who saw them.

Even surveillance cameras were affected by it.

“......”

Jiro quietly closed his eyes.

After a moment of contemplation, he gave his secretary an order.

“Make sure the injured are treated properly. Then release the rest and track down the bastard who did this to our people.”

“Understood.”

The secretary said this, then closed the door behind him and left.

Jiro remained standing in place long after the secretary was gone.

In two days, an important guest from Korea was arriving.

To be more precise, a guest he planned to kill.

And now this mess had erupted out of nowhere.

Still, the meeting scheduled for two days later would proceed without issue.

The elite units that made up the true strength of Inagawa were still intact.

Including his personal squad, known as Elite Team 3.

‘I have to take care of this before the President and Vice President catch wind of it.’

Yes.

He absolutely had to.

The only reason he had made it to Inagawa’s No.3 position was because of how meticulous he was with his work.

With that thought, he finally began to calm down.

Jiro walked over to the table and took a cigar out of a box.

He hadn’t slept a wink from working all night, but one cigar wouldn’t hurt.

Just as he lit it and took a puff, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

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