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He kept his speed within a reasonable range to avoid attracting unnecessary attention by running too fast.
Five sparrows, controlled by his Bird Eyes, flew in different areas around him like invisible scouts scattered across the night sky, following his will.
The mental enhancement brought by the continuous absorption of tags further expands the effective control range of magic.
At this moment, the area within a radius of three hundred meters centered on him is covered by magic.
The surrounding buildings, streets, streetlights, utility poles...
Everything was under the influence of magic, allowing the sparrow to be accurately captured and automatically constructed into a detailed and constantly updated 3D panoramic map in his mind.
No tags were found yet, but he wasn't in a hurry. He maintained his steady breathing and rhythm and continued running forward.
Sparrows soon flew over the famous Okubo Park.
The park is more "lively" at night than during the day.
Many scantily clad women in various styles stood in the dim light or in the shadows of trees.
Many foreign tourists, drawn by the reputation of the place, awkwardly try to communicate with them using their mobile phones or translation devices.
Once the price is agreed upon, both parties will tacitly leave together.
Those tourists thought they were experiencing authentic "Japanese culture," unaware that the women they encountered were more likely from Vietnam or other Southeast Asian countries.
Most Japanese women of suitable age flock to Kabukicho, which typically only caters to customers fluent in Japanese.
These foreign tourists, whose Japanese is not fluent, obviously cannot shop in Kabukicho, nor can they tell each other's nationalities.
If tourists absolutely need a way to tell who is a Japanese girl without needing to understand Japanese, then it's by looking at girls who look exceptionally young.
Because they are underage, they cannot work in legitimate sex shops and can only make a living by frequenting places like Okubo Park.
However, compared to Vietnamese women who are better at showcasing their "charm," they often appear naive and lack competitiveness.
The sparrows flew tirelessly over the park, and finding no tag, they continued their exploration.
Gradually, Aozawa ran out of Shinjuku Ward and into Toshima Ward.
Just then, a sparrow spotted something unusual on the ground.
Five striking scarlet labels appeared prominently.
One of the labels is "Demon", and the other four are "Demon Minions".
The man with the "Demon" tag above his head was dressed in a black kendo uniform, with a samurai sword hanging at his waist. His expression was cold and stern, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.
The other four [Demon Minions] were scattered around, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, as if on guard duty, preventing anyone from getting close.
Within their vigilance zone, two men in dirty, worn-out work clothes were walking toward the street where the man was, completely unaware of what was happening.
Qingze's eyes narrowed, and he immediately guessed what the other party wanted to do, which was simply outrageous.
He immediately turned around and quickly ran to a nearby deserted corner.
The shadows projected onto the ground suddenly began to distort, and a dark purple magic circle silently appeared.
A thick, liquid-like shadow surged out, instantly enveloping his entire body and violently "pulling" him into the shadows below.
……
On a quiet street in Zoshigaya 3-chome.
Sasaki Peak stands silently, like an ancient stone statue.
Before leaving home, he took a special bath to cleanse himself and changed into this brand-new black kendo uniform. He even wiped the famous sword "Shusui" at his waist several times to ensure that it was free of any dust.
Tonight, he will test his knife on a living person for the first time.
This idea had lingered in his mind for a long time, but he had never been able to put it into action.
Until he witnessed firsthand the perfect strike left by "The Fox".
That smooth, mirror-like break, that precise cut down to the millimeter!
Can I do that?
He simulated and deduced countless times in his mind, and finally concluded that he had to try it himself.
Using straw bundles or pork can never replace the real human body structure.
Only by personally severing the heads of living people can he truly understand the difference and touch the threshold of that realm.
However, Japan is a society governed by the rule of law, and people cannot kill others at will.
He needs a well-thought-out plan.
He targeted the expatriate community from Southeast Asia.
Most of these people were deceived by unscrupulous intermediaries, harboring fantasies of high salaries and a good life in developed countries, and paid huge sums of money to come to Japan.
The reality is that they work in extremely harsh conditions, there is no overtime pay, and they are the ones who do all the dirty, tiring, and dangerous work. If an accident happens, they basically do not receive any compensation.
If anyone dares to complain, they often face the threat of immediate deportation.
Many of them were paid high wages to come and work, so they were naturally unwilling to return to their home countries and could only silently endure it for the sake of money.
Every year, some people choose to end their lives because they can no longer endure it.
Therefore, even if one or two such people suddenly "disappear," their companies usually do not choose to report it to the police.
All Sasaki Mine needed to do was make sure that no one could see him taking action.
He has already arranged for people to guard several key intersections leading here.
Apart from the designated "targets," anyone attempting to enter will be temporarily stopped for various reasons.
Anyway, the whole process doesn't take much time.
Sasaki Mine's right hand gently rested on the cool white wooden hilt of "Shusui".
From around the corner ahead, I heard voices speaking Vietnamese.
Soon, two Vietnamese men, around 30 or 40 years old, wearing stained gray work clothes, appeared in front of him.
Their conversation immediately turned down when they noticed someone ahead, and their faces showed the caution and fear they had developed in Japan.
They suffered a lot of bullying from the locals here, and calling the police was useless.
They dared not look directly at Sasaki Mine, clinging tightly to the wall like conjoined twins, trying to slip past him quickly.
This posture made it convenient for Sasaki Mine to make his move.
This is a good opportunity to test whether I can cleanly and efficiently sever two heads at the same time with one strike.
He clenched his fingers and gripped the knife handle tightly.
The two Vietnamese men were so tense and fearful that they only dared to look at the small area in front of their feet and didn't even glance at him.
One step, two steps...
Sasaki Mine silently calculated the distance the other party was getting closer.
The best time, angle, and method of striking the knife...
He had already rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
But can one truly decapitate someone with a single stroke, achieving the perfection of a "fox"?
Sasaki Mine suddenly realized that his originally calm and undisturbed state of mind was now being stirred by subtle ripples.
A subtle, indescribable tremor, mixed with anticipation, quietly crept up my spine.
He suddenly understood why the "fox" chose to kill with a knife.
It turns out that taking a life with a cold blade can indeed bring a primal and direct thrill that firearms cannot match.
In the shadows, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, an uncontrollable smile playing on his lips.
The surrounding air seemed to suddenly drop in temperature, spreading a chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine.
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The two Vietnamese men suddenly stopped in their tracks.
The inexplicable chill in the air felt like icy insects burrowing into their hearts, stirring up an indescribable restlessness and panic.
They didn't want to go any further; they just wanted to escape this place immediately.
But... if we turn back, will we get beaten up?
The two looked at each other and saw the same confusion and fear in each other's eyes.
The pressures of life have long since worn down the edges and sharpness of their youth.
Let alone just the two of them, even if four people were gathered together, they would instinctively feel an insurmountable fear when facing a strange Japanese person.
Because this is not their home, and no one is there to support them.
Just as they were at a loss, "Gah!"
A hoarse, piercing caw ripped through the silence of the night without warning.
Immediately afterwards, a jet-black crow flapped its wings and hurriedly flew up from a branch in a nearby courtyard, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
The sudden cry startled the two of them, making their hearts clench and almost leap out of their throats.
As if the sound had damaged the circuitry, the already dim streetlight next to us began to flicker wildly due to poor contact, its flickering light adding to the eeriness of the already dark alley.
Sasaki Mine was slightly startled.
Crows are not nocturnal birds, so why would they scream so unusually at night?
Was he disturbed by his own surging killing intent?
But he immediately rejected the idea as soon as it crossed his mind.
The reason was simple; even he could clearly feel the chill that crept in from behind, like a winter wind.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end involuntarily.
The two Vietnamese men saw a tall man silently emerge from the shadows of the corner where the streetlights were flickering.
He wore a somewhat old-looking fox mask and an ordinary black T-shirt and trousers.
He was holding a knife in his hand.