"Grandpa Tang, don't worry, I'll take care of this," Yuma thought about the endless supply of souls he'd have in the future, and he couldn't wait to go have a drink with Torede. "This bastard actually wants to destroy Chinatown and have us sell drugs for him. He's really asking for it."
Yuma patted his chest. "Don't worry, I guarantee he won't be able to sell a single gram of drugs."
"Are you sure?" Grandpa Tang was uncertain. "That's Kingpin, the underground emperor of America!"
Grandpa Tang had initially thought that Yuma was helpless against Kingpin when he saw him silent. But the next moment, Yuma was like he'd been injected with chicken blood, as if he wasn't going to fight crime, but to rob money.
Grandpa Tang didn't know that Yuma actually had this thought in mind. Since Kingpin had sent Torede to develop the Queens market, there would definitely be a lot of money involved.
How could anyone in the drug business be poor? All that money would be Yuma's soon! How could he not be excited?
"Don't worry, no problem," Yuma assured him.
Even if it was the underground emperor, to a Shinigami, wasn't he just another soul?
Yuma thought to himself.
After bidding farewell to Grandpa Tang, Yuma returned to his shop. The old man had already sent over all the information about Torede.
Yuma didn't rush to find Torede. Instead, he stayed home and made himself some equipment. A sharp knife doesn't hurt the woodcutter, right?
First was a mask. Since he was going to take down Torede, he couldn't implicate the Chinese people in Chinatown. He needed to create the image of a superhero who specialized in fighting black market crime, and this superhero couldn't be too powerful.
Otherwise, people would see his overpowered abilities, like Superman, and run away. Then, what would he be surrounding, what would he be ambushing?
So, he couldn't use Kidō or other supernatural abilities. He could only use hand-to-hand combat, and it couldn't be too strong.
He needed to give the enemy the feeling that if they were even slightly more powerful, he would lose.
To achieve sustainable development, he had to keep giving them hope. Otherwise, if they knew there was no hope, they wouldn't come again.
Yuma loved the Arrancars in Bleach. He thought they looked very cool wearing masks. Now that he had the opportunity, his middle school heart couldn't be suppressed any longer.
He made the mask look like Ichigo's Hollowfication form. He had originally wanted to make a Hollow with bull horns, but the two horns made Yuma abandon that immature idea.
Yuma also prepared a combat suit for himself. How could a superhero not have their own signature outfit? It had to be eye-catching, so that Torede and Kingpin would remember him immediately, see him as a thorn in their side, a pain in the neck!
…
That night, Yuma, wearing a loose combat suit that was pure white with a large black snowflake printed on the back, and wearing a mask, headed straight for Torede's base.
Yuma really couldn't understand why American superheroes liked to wear tight-fitting clothes. It was fine for women, but men too? Some even wore their underwear on the outside. It was ridiculous.
He didn't know if they were strong or not, but they were definitely memorable…
According to the information, Torede had still set up his base in the same place. He was loudly proclaiming that he was now Kingpin's subordinate, gathering his subordinates everywhere, and he had already absorbed all the original gang forces in Flushing.
Tonight was the night Torede was supposed to receive the drugs. He had gathered many of his men and brought a lot of cash. It was the perfect opportunity to harvest.
When he reached the warehouse where they were trading, Yuma could hear intense gunfire from inside.
Was this a double-cross?
Yuma was shocked, then furious.
Damn it, this is like taking candy from a baby!
The souls and money inside were already his. These people dared to touch his things. They were asking for death.
At this point, Yuma didn't care about how he made his entrance so that Torede would remember him. He ran towards the warehouse door as fast as he could. If he waited any longer, there would be nothing left!
"All of you, put down my money and souls!" Yuma kicked open the warehouse door, rushed inside, and shouted at everyone!
The gunfire in the warehouse stopped immediately. Dozens of gang members, led by Torede, were scattered along the walls.
The target painted on the wall with red spray paint was riddled with bullet holes, and there were scattered bullet casings everywhere on the ground.
At this moment, dozens of guns were pointed at Yuma at the doorway!
Damn, something's not right. Where's the drug deal?
Yuma was dumbfounded. A group of gang members weren't fighting in the warehouse, they were practicing shooting at a target. And those boxes and boxes of machine guns and bullets on the ground, were they serious?
That black brother, you're stepping on a box of rocket launchers, that's a bit too much!
Hey, hey, that white guy, don't put those four boxes of dollars away! Those are mine!
"Hey, everyone, look, we have a new friend visiting," Torede said to his men, chuckling, after seeing that there was only one person at the door. "Let's see, what kind of mask are you wearing, friend? A circus clown mask?"
"Wearing all white at this late hour, are you afraid our guns won't be able to aim at you?"
"I think this friend might be your Flushing superhero, the one who specializes in fighting criminals like us, like the Joker?" A tall black man next to Torede chimed in with a sarcastic remark.
The group of men around them all burst into laughter.
Joker your ass! What the hell is a Joker!
Damn it, is the row of big teeth on my mask not menacing enough?
Or did your guns give you courage?
Yuma raised his foot and was about to go up and teach these people a lesson.
Boom!
Before Yuma could move, several smoke grenades were shot in from outside the window, and in a blink of an eye, the area was filled with choking smoke.
"Fire!" Torede thought it was Yuma's accomplices who had arrived and immediately ordered his men to fire.
Yuma ducked behind a crate, ready to observe the situation and see who else was targeting Torede.
He had to remember that since Torede had announced that he was Kingpin's subordinate, few people dared to mess with him.
Yuma hid in the distance and saw a woman in a black bodysuit and a black mask suddenly rush in from outside the window.
The woman landed, holding two guns in her hands, dodging and firing continuously at the gang members around her, not missing a single shot!
Strangely, except for the few dangerous guys with heavy firepower who were killed, the others were only shot and incapacitated, not killed.
It seemed it wasn't a simple double-cross. Otherwise, she wouldn't be selectively killing. She was only killing those who could threaten her safety.
Seeing that Torede was in the distance, about to use a rocket launcher to commit suicide, and there were fewer and fewer people around him who could move, Yuma couldn't take it anymore. He rushed forward.
His targets were Torede and… four boxes of dollars!
If Torede was also taken out, how could he carry out his plan of surrounding him and ambushing him? How could he become comfortably middle class?
The others could die, but Torede couldn't!
He had to stay alive to report back to Kingpin and seek reinforcements!
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