The originally noisy shopping mall fell into deathly silence in an instant.
Everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the row of heavy chandeliers suspended in mid-air.
The broken wires emitted blue sparks and crackled in the air, but the huge falling inertia seemed to be blocked by an invisible rubber wall, unable to push forward even one millimeter further.
Tommy still maintained his cool posture, and the chewing gum in his mouth even blew a small bubble.
"Boring." The boy muttered in English.
He just moved his neck slightly, and the row of heavy metal chandeliers seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope, smoothly moving three meters to the side, and finally crashed down on top of an empty shelf.
Bang!
The shelves were smashed to pieces, and plastic fragments and snacks were scattered everywhere.
The huge movement finally made the frightened Tokyo citizens around them come to their senses. Screams and shouts suddenly became loud, and everyone was rushing towards the exit of the shopping mall crazily.
"Tommy, the control was good, at least it didn't hit the gashapon machine next to it."
"Reggie is also great!"
Tommy gave Lynn a "Don't worry, I'm here" look, while Reggie scratched his head a little shyly.
Annie was unharmed. The moment the chandelier fell, he was taken to a safe place by Reggie.
Lynn stuffed the change in Japanese yen into his wallet and took the game cartridge handed over by the clerk.
The Japan clerk was already kneeling behind the cashier, shaking like a sieve.
Reggie patted Tommy on the shoulder with excitement. "Cool, brother! That move you just made was like the King of Magnetism!"
"It's Magneto, idiot." Tommy rolled his eyes and sucked back the popped gum bubbles.
Beside the railing on the second floor, the young disciple Kamo Family wearing a hoodie had turned pale at this time.
He stared intently at Black-Haired Man downstairs, who seemed like nothing had happened, and the foreign children who didn't even raise their heads.
That was an accident caused by him using the family's secret "Heavy Pressure Talisman". Let alone an ordinary person, even an adult black bear should have been smashed into pulp.
As a result, the kid who looked less than ten years old calmly defused the attack without even taking his hands out of his pockets?
Escape!
This was the first thought that popped into his mind.
The group of people in front of me are not country bumpkins who can be manipulated casually. They are devils with angelic faces.
However, before he could turn around, he felt his shoulders sink.
At some point, the weirdo Black Noir, wrapped in a black suit, stood quietly behind him.
The fully enclosed mask almost stuck to his face. Although his expression could not be seen, he was completely enveloped by a deathly aura so strong that it could not be broken away.
"No... don't..."
Just as the young disciple was about to reach out and take out Talisman Paper from his arms, Black Noir's black-gloved hand was already clasped around his wrist.
Click.
An extremely clear sound of fracture was buried in the chaotic screams downstairs.
Black Noir didn't even make any extra moves. He slashed the opponent's neck with his hand knife, and the disciple of the Kamo Family fell down like a puddle of mud.
Black Noir dragged him like a dead dog, and in a flash, he disappeared directly into the shadow of the fire exit of the side door on the second floor.
The whole process was neat and tidy, without disturbing any ordinary citizens who were fleeing.
Downstairs, Minister Sato crawled to Lynn's side. His tie was already on his shoulders, and the microphone in his hand was covered with sweat.
"Lynn Director! We have to get out of here quickly! The people from the Metropolitan Police Department are coming soon, and the people from the Kamo Clan will definitely not give up. It's too dangerous here!"
Sato's voice was shrill, and he felt that sooner or later he would die during this business trip.
Lynn held the plastic bag containing the game console and cassette, and looked down at the watch.
"Why are you so anxious? It's only half past eleven."
Lynn turned his head and looked at Reggie and John who were looking at him expectantly, "We agreed to go to Sukiyaki for lunch. Minister Sato, you have been here for five years, you should know which store is the most authentic, right?"
"Ah?" Sato was completely stunned.
The shopping mall is about to collapse, local gangsters are starting to hit people with chandeliers, and this man still wants to eat beef hotpot?
"Lynn, I want to eat that big piece of beef dipped in raw eggs."
John tugged at the corner of Lynn's clothes, and Azure's eyes were filled with pure anticipation.
He had actually locked onto the guy upstairs who was shooting cold arrows just now.
If it had been before, that person would have been melted into a puddle of black water by the high-temperature rays.
But now that Black Noir has touched it like a competent shadow, he is happy to restrain the violence in his bones and continue to be a good boy who follows his parents to set up a small business.
"Okay, then find one with the best meat and let you eat it to your heart's content." Lynn smiled, patted John's head, and took the lead to walk outside the mall.
At this time, the streets of Akihabara were already in chaos, and several police cars with red lights on and sirens blaring were heading this way.
But Lynn and his group walked against the flow of people and walked calmly on the sidewalk. They seemed to be in sharp contrast to the panicked Tokyo citizens around them.
Ten minutes later, Sato gingerly took them to a relatively quiet old street.
There is an old Japanese store here that looks to be quite old. The wooden signboard reads "Hundred Years of Heritage·Sukiyaki" in vigorous calligraphy.
Opening the thick curtain and walking in, the room is filled with the rich and sweet aroma of the special soy sauce soup base mixed with Wagyu beef tallow boiling in a flat-bottomed iron pot. Just smelling it will make your appetite whet your appetite.
"Welcome!" The proprietress in kimono greeted her warmly. She was obviously a little stunned when she saw this large group of strange combinations.
"I want a quieter box."
Lynn gave instructions in proficient Japanese.
The landlady quickly ushered them into a Japanese-style room at the back facing the water.
Opening the window, there is a clear small canal below, with several fat koi carps swimming leisurely in the water. The wooden corridor completely isolates the hustle and bustle outside.
The children took off their shoes one by one and jumped on Tatami. Reggie could not wait to start studying how to stuff the newly purchased game cartridge into the casing.
Annie and Tommy stared curiously at the heavy cast iron pan in the center of the table.
Just as the proprietress was placing several large plates of Marbled Wagyu covered with beautiful marble-like patterns and a small basket of fresh sterile eggs on the wooden table, the paper door of the private room was gently opened again.
Black Noir walked in like a ghost.
There wasn't even a trace of dust on the black uniform on his body, but in his originally empty hand, there was now a square object wrapped in a black plastic bag.
He walked to Lynn, gently placed the plastic bag on the corner of the table, then retreated to the corner, sat cross-legged, and blended into the shadows again.
Lynn raised his eyebrows and reached out to untie the plastic bag.
Inside is a stack of thick rice paper charms stained with blood, and a book bound with ancient threads, on which the addresses of the Kamo Clan's various branches in Tokyo and the residence addresses of the main members are densely written in calligraphy.
Obviously, Black Noir just used some very efficient and not very gentle means to take out Kamo Family's underwear from the young disciple's mouth in the fire escape.
"It's beautifully done, thank you for your hard work." Lynn picked up the booklet, flipped through a few pages, and threw it aside.
John, who was sitting nearby, took a look at it curiously and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "The smell up there is terrible, like a smelly ditch."
"It smells like aged cinnabar and old wood. It really doesn't smell good."
Lynn smiled and handed a menu to the boy's hand, "Let's see what else we want to eat. After all the hard work today, we must eat more meat to make up for it."