The Truth About the Domyoji Family

Although she wanted to say that she could do it alone, Kanroji nodded and did not refuse.

Soon, they entered a street.

"That's my home."

Pointing to a house with lights on not far away, Kanroji said shyly.

"If you don't mind, Mister Scribe, you may come in and have a seat."

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony, Kanroji."

With a slight smile, Scribe did not refuse.

"Just call me Mitsuri."

With her head bowed, Kanroji Mitsuri's face glowed slightly red.

"Okay, thank you for your kindness, Mitsuri."

Looking at Kanroji Mitsuri's adorable appearance, Scribe also felt quite good.

But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly frowned.

He grabbed Kanroji Mitsuri by the waist and held her tightly in his arms.

"Mister Scribe, this won't do. We've only known each other for a day."

Touching her face, Kanroji Mitsuri's eyes darted around, and she spoke very rapidly.

With a sharp twitch at the corner of his mouth, Scribe could only lower his head and whisper in her ear.

"Be careful, there's someone ahead."

"Okay, I got it."

Hearing him say that, Mitsuri calmed down.

On the other side, seeing that the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri had not moved forward, the person hiding around the corner seemed to be getting restless.

"Come out, your breathing is all messed up."

With a long sigh, the Scribe spoke calmly.

"Also, don't show your teeth next time; they're very noticeable in the dark."

Realizing he had been discovered, he decided to stop hiding.

"Kid, you're pretty smart."

A rough voice came from a dark corner ahead, and a burly man with his arms crossed walked out.

"It's a pity someone wants me to break one of your legs, otherwise I, Ikegawa, would still admire you a little."

The Scribe didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

Feeling ignored, the veins on Ikegawa's forehead bulged and his face contorted in a grimace.

"Hey kid, I'm talking to you!"

"If you're talking to me, what riddles are you spouting over there?"

Pointing to Ikegawa's seemingly erratic finger movements, Scribe said coldly.

"When you're being sneaky, don't be so obvious. If you're giving secret signals in front of others, do you think everyone is as blind as you?"

"You!"

Once again, Scribe discovered his thoughts, and Ikegawa's chest heaved violently with anger.

"Everyone come out and teach this kid a lesson!"

As Ikegawa roared, more than a dozen figures emerged from the surrounding dark corners.

These men were all quite strong, and they were holding thick wooden sticks.

Even without a weapon, if he gets a beating, he probably won't be able to get out of bed for several months.

Taking the wooden stick from his underling, Ikegawa licked his lips, his expression turning sinister.

"Kid, aren't you scared?"

But the Scribe didn't care at all, and just whispered to the woman in his arms Kanroji Mitsuri.

"Relax, I can handle it."

His words possess a unique charm that makes people unconsciously choose to believe him.

The tense Kanroji immediately relaxed her muscles, and her arms, which had been clapping, instantly shrank back to their previous thin shape.

Nodding, Scribe released her, letting her stand firmly.

Have you ever seen a fight?

"No, but I'm not afraid of blood."

Somewhat surprised, but upon further reflection, the Scribe seemed to understand something.

If she were afraid of blood, Kanroji Mitsuri probably wouldn't have been able to become a Pillar-level member in the original story.

"That's good. If you're really scared, you can cover your eyes."

After patting Kanroji Mitsuri's head, the Scribe then looked at Ikegawa and the others.

"After all, seeing too much of what's going to happen next can give you nightmares."

Are you underestimating me?!

Gritting his teeth, Ikegawa understood perfectly well that Scribe was completely disregarding him.

"No."

Shaking his head, Scribe looked around and examined the dozen or so men surrounding him.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not targeting you, I'm saying all of you standing here are trash."

After speaking, the Scribe pointed to the trash can next to him.

"I don't know if they can fit all of you there."

With bloodshot eyes, Ikegawa felt his heart was working at super power, and blood was rushing straight to his brain.

"I've changed my mind."

He gripped the wooden stick tightly, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

"I'm going to beat you to death."

Chapter 215 The Truth About the Domyouji family

Scratching his head, Scribe's face didn't show much mockery when facing Ikegawa, who threatened to kill him.

He had heard similar words countless times.

The one mentioned most often seems to be that guy Kibutsuji Muzan.

Muzan is also the only creature who dared to say "I'm going to kill you" to himself twice.

It seems that he never saw the other people again after the day he said those words.

After stretching his shoulders and doing a few simple jumps, Scribe said calmly.

"What, not resorting to underhanded tactics this time?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

Ikegawa didn't say anything, but one of the thugs next to him grinned.

"I'll twist your head off and kick it like a ball."

Without any anger in his eyes, the Scribe simply said...

"Really? I was just thinking of playing the watermelon-smashing game."

"Charge them!"

The pent-up anger could no longer be contained. Ikegawa roared and charged toward the Scribe with his men.

The Scribe's expression remained unchanged as he watched the thugs rushing towards him.

"Three... five... seven... thirteen, the weapon is a wooden stick, firearms unknown."

After observing, his mind raced as he began to devise a countermeasure.

In the end, the Scribe also chose to charge forward.

He took a quick step to close the distance between himself and the thug, and then threw a punch.

The fist exploded with a sound breaking the sound barrier, turning into a bolt of lightning and striking the thug who was trying to twist off his own head.

In that instant, a cracking sound echoed through the street.

The head, struck by the bullet, shattered like a broken watermelon, its internal contents splattering everywhere.

His body didn't seem to react yet; after taking a few more steps forward, he collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Ikegawa and the others noticed that the Scribe, who had been surrounded by them, was gone.

The pungent smell in the air grew stronger, and the bright red liquid and white fermented bean curd on the ground were so glaring.

Shaking his hand, the Scribe then picked up a wooden stick.

"Let's use weapons. It just feels a bit strange to be empty-handed."

"!"

Upon hearing the Scribe's voice, they froze in place.

His teeth were chattering uncontrollably, cold sweat had soaked his clothes, and every cell in his body was screaming out one sentence.

Run!

Their biological instincts told them to leave immediately, but their bodies wouldn't obey.

"To be honest, I don't know what I did to offend you."

Slowly walking to Ikegawa's side, Scribe gently extended a hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"So, can you tell me who sent you here?"

The palm touched the clothes, making a slight sound.

What was originally just an ordinary sound sounded to Ikegawa like the whisper of death.

"Ah!"

A sharp scream escaped his throat; before today, he had never imagined that he would make such a sound.

His facial expression became extremely distorted, like food being cooked in a large pot, all mixed together.

Then, Ikegawa's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Seeing Ikegawa lying limp on the ground as if he had no bones, Scribe somewhat surprised.

He simply placed his hand on it; he didn't do anything shady.

Even so, this seemingly burly man was so frightened that he fainted.

His gaze shifted slightly, turning to the remaining eleven thugs.

Anyone who came into his sight was filled with fear.

Even worse, some people were so scared that they wet their pants.

A hint of disgust appeared on his face. The Scribe waved his hand and said...

"Choose one: should I go and ask you, or should you decide yourselves?"

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Unable to bear the pressure any longer, one of the thugs knelt down with a thud and said tremblingly.

"It was the Domyouji family who sent us. They said they wanted to teach you a lesson so you wouldn't act so arrogantly."

"Mr. Domyouji?!"

Before the Scribe could react, Kanroji Mitsuri exclaimed in surprise.