013. The Toyokawa Family’s Second-Generation Live-In Son-in-Law

While Nankumo Uzuki was still being escorted by Toyokawa Shoko, at the same time, on the outskirts of Tokyo, near the industrial zone, Toyokawa Kiyosuke, the second-generation son-in-law of the Toyokawa family and Shoko’s father, stood in front of a factory gate.

Today, he wore a neatly tailored dark suit with the Toyokawa Group emblem pinned on his chest, appearing like an ordinary corporate manager. After slightly adjusting his bow tie, he slung a briefcase over his shoulder and walked calmly toward the factory entrance.

The iron gate was half-open, and the roar of machinery came from inside, mixed with an indescribable scent in the air. As Kiyosuke approached, the guard at the gate immediately blocked his path.

“Stop right there.”

The guard’s tone was unfriendly, his eyes sharply scrutinizing Kiyosuke from his suit down to the briefcase, finally resting on his face.

“What business do you have here?”

Kiyosuke smiled faintly, reached into his suit pocket, and produced a business card, twirling it lightly between his fingers before handing it over.

“I am the project manager of Toyokawa Group. I have an appointment with the person in charge here for a sales meeting.”

The guard took the card and glanced down, frowning more deeply.

“The person in charge isn’t here today.”

His gaze locked on Kiyosuke, while his hand subtly moved toward his waist.

“Who sent you?”

The atmosphere instantly tightened.

Kiyosuke sighed softly.

“Is this really necessary...?”

Before he could finish—

A barely perceptible red line silently appeared, slicing across the guard’s neck.

The guard’s pupils contracted sharply; he didn’t even have time to reach for his gun before freezing in place.

The next moment—

Crack!

His neck split at an unnatural angle, a line of blood blossoming from his throat like a crimson flower.

His head silently slipped to the concrete floor, rolling twice before coming to rest at Kiyosuke’s feet.

Then the body collapsed with a thud, blood gushing from the wound, spreading across the ground in a vivid scarlet pool.

Kiyosuke lightly flicked the business card in his hand, its edge still stained with fresh blood.

He muttered softly, “What a nuisance.”

Then he stepped over the corpse and strode through the factory gate.

Inside, the factory seemed oblivious to what had just occurred.

Kiyosuke reached the entrance to the production workshop, casually lifted his briefcase, and with a powerful swing, hurled it precisely into the building.

In the next instant, a deafening explosion shattered the air!

The brutal shockwave swept through the entire complex; glass windows shattered into countless sharp fragments raining down like a storm.

Terrified screams and agonized wails filled the air. Metal supports groaned under the intense heat and collapsed with heavy thuds on the ground...

Flames devoured the workshop, illuminating the panic-stricken figures within.

Kiyosuke stood quietly at the doorway, his gaze piercing through smoke and fire, watching the inferno unfold.

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