The underworld? The yakuza? The mafia?
Zhou Zhenyu's first reaction was that he had run into a member of Japan's legendary yakuza, but he wasn't especially afraid.
After all, this was a train station, a public place.
No matter how rampant the yakuza were, after the Anti-Boryokudan Law was enacted in the 1990s, they still wouldn't dare cause trouble openly in a place like this.
"May I ask, the Uesugi Tetsu you mentioned is..."
Before Zhou Zhenyu could finish speaking, sticky scarlet blood splashed onto his cheek from the side.
It was unnaturally warm.
Niijima Yuta slowly pulled all five fingers out of the skull of the girl before him, then stuffed the incredibly fresh flesh and soul into his mouth together, letting out a satisfied sound.
"The soul of a high school student really is delicious."
Only in the next instant did the people around them realize what had happened. They screamed and fled in all directions.
After casually slapping several people to death like killing ants, Niijima Yuta, enjoying his soul buffet, stopped paying attention to the rest.
While working his jaw and tearing apart the weeping, screaming soul, he asked again,
"Where is Uesugi Tetsu?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Zhou Zhenyu did not break down emotionally like the others, screaming and trying to flee.
Instead, the young man let out a long sigh of relief and gave Niijima Yuta a sunny smile.
"Big brother, if you're this powerful, you should've said so sooner!"
Niijima Yuta, who had been feasting heartily, froze.
What was going on?
"Aiya! Big brother, you might not know what kind of person Uesugi Tetsu is!" Zhou Zhenyu said, his expression turning indignant. "On the surface, he's a high school student, but secretly, he's an Onmyoji who kills people like flies! Every