Several middle-aged men who had already come to their senses could only look on with sheer terror and tingles in their scalps at the "murderous Demon King" in front of them, who relentlessly beat Shindai Gen with full force.

They even looked bewildered and aggrieved, clueless why they were suffering this fate.

What would Beichuan Si do to them after he finished with Shindai Gen?

As they thought this, they shrank into a corner and cried, resembling children abandoned by their mother.

Their faint sobbing did not catch Beichuan Si's attention.

The rhythm of the rubber roller in Beichuan Si's hand mercilessly struck Shindai Gen's body.

But, in fact, he was already controlling his strength.

If he had truly exerted his strength, just one swing could have knocked Shindai Gen unconscious… or even have taken his life with a single strike.

Such was the terror of a body eight times more robust than an average person's.

Yet despite this, Beichuan Si's mood wasn't any better.

Using violence to counter violence was indeed the simplest and clearest form of revenge, but it did not soothe the heart.

Shindai Kanari once suffered such domestic abuse from Shindai Gen that she even feared scrubbing a bit harder while bathing, as rubbing her frail body slightly would cause her to wince in pain…

And all Beichuan Si could do was make Shindai Gen experience what Shindai Kanari once felt.

That was it.

Watching Shindai Gen lying on the ground, barely breathing, Beichuan Si, with an unchanged expression, stopped his movements.

His exposed skin bore bright red marks from the beatings, his face bruised and swollen.

Beichuan Si had controlled his strength.

He had truly controlled his strength.

In the shoulder bag he carried, there was something…

That was astonishingly hot.

What was it exactly?

Beichuan Si shook his head, storing away the rubber stick.

He paid no more attention to Shindai Gen on the ground and instead walked towards the entrance door.

What needed to be done, had been done.

But as mentioned earlier,

What was lost six years ago could never be regained.

...

Afterward, Beichuan Si gestured to the tense security guards of Shan Yuanmu beneath the apartment building to help clean up the mess, then boarded the black business car he had used earlier.

"Is everything taken care of, Mr. Beichuan?" the driver adjusted the rearview mirror and respectfully asked while starting the car.

"It's settled," Beichuan Si replied briefly.

After pondering, he added, "Also, thanks are due to Mr. Shan Yuan for his assistance this time. Please relay this message to him."

"Very well," the driver replied with a smile.

This Mr. Beichuan truly knew the ropes.

The driver's question was not merely about whether the issue was resolved—it also implied whether Beichuan Si was satisfied and if he would remember this favor.

And Beichuan Si's response was indeed the textbook answer,

Telling him to convey the message to Shan Yuanmu, indicating Beichuan Si would remember this favor.

None of these political figures were simple, every casual word carried multiple meanings.

Under the skilled driving of the driver ahead, the black business car swiftly eased into the lane, heading towards the Beichuan family home.

The driver also prudently refrained from continuing the conversation, maintaining silence in the car.

And this silence was what Beichuan Si desired.

He opened his shoulder bag and took out something with his hand.

It was a delicate little wooden box,

Precisely the one containing the singing cards of Shindai Kanari.

The surface of this little wooden box still retained an undissipated warmth.

"Shindai…" Beichuan Si murmured softly.

While he was beating Shindai Gen earlier, the wooden box had already subtly started to heat up.

The consciousness of Shindai Kanari lingering on the singing cards... seemed to be trying to persuade Beichuan Si to stop.

This young girl was still concerned about her past relationship with Shindai Gen at that time—

Despite there truly being no past to speak of between her and Shindai Gen.

But at that moment, Beichuan Si hadn't heeded Shindai Kanari's persuasion; he continued to strike at Shindai Gen expressionlessly until he felt it was sufficient.

Shindai Kanari was a kind-hearted young girl.

But Beichuan Si was not.

Where he needed to act, Beichuan Si would still not hesitate.

Beichuan Si hummed softly and opened the wooden song-card box.

At the same time, a new system notification flashed before his eyes.

The system notification read, "You have discovered the strange 'song-card'."

Beichuan Si shifted his gaze downwards.

An explanation about the song cards was added.

Song Card: You feel the pure tranquility emanating from this pair of song cards, perhaps it can protect a new small life... Likewise, due to its pure warmth, it may also calm one's restless emotions.

Was this meant to comfort Beichuan Si?

Beichuan Si raised his hand and gently stroked the surface of the song card.

From those tattered, thin cards, he really seemed to feel the pulse of a soul.

Tiny... even though it was hurt, it still emitted a soul pulse that stabilized one's mood.

Beichuan Si closed the wooden box of the song cards and turned to look out the window.

Outside the window was the twinkling nightscape of Tokyo.

Lights red and green, bustling with traffic.

This was Tokyo.

A city filled with restless and anxious emotions.

...

The Shindai family had not actually moved away from Tokyo.

Shindai Kasumi, with an attitude of atonement, and her current husband opened a restaurant in the Adachi District.

And Shindai Gen, following suit, randomly found a cheap rental house, living aimlessly on the money the Inagaki family had given him years ago and thus making many dubious friends.

This was the follow-up on the Shindai family.

What they would become after this was already irrelevant to Beichuan Si.

Because compared to that—

"Brother Temple!!!" Beichuan Huili jumped over, her eyes shining as she leapt into Beichuan Si's arms.

Beichuan Si stopped what he was doing and glanced at Beichuan Huili.

After a long silence, Beichuan Si asked directly, "Are you short of money?"

This question made Beichuan Huili's heart flutter anxiously, her mouth contorting as she shouted unhappily, "What do you mean, short of money? Brother, in your eyes, do you see your sister as someone who only comes to you when she's short on money?"

She looked at Beichuan Si indignantly, hoping he wouldn't use the word 'money' to insult their sibling relationship.

Under such a gaze from Beichuan Huili, Beichuan Si leisurely untied the apron around his waist, his expression indifferent as he continued to ask, "Short of money?"

"I already told you! Brother, do you really think I only come to you when I'm short of money—"

Beichuan Huili wanted to say more, but Beichuan Si raised his hand, stopping her from continuing, and countered, "How much?"

Uh...

Beichuan Huili opened her mouth.

Then she closed it.

After a while, she said quietly, "Short... five thousand yen."

Indeed.

Just as Beichuan Si had asked, Beichuan Huili really was short of money!

Because of this week's Kyubei Festival and the merry singing and eating with her buddies yesterday—

The pocket money Beichuan Si had given her at the start of the month had already run out.

Initially, Beichuan Huili had planned to argue a bit in front of Beichuan Si before asking him for money.

But she hadn't expected Beichuan Si to hit the nail on the head and immediately start asking whether she was short of money.

This left Beichuan Huili unable to cope.

Could her brother possibly have the Mind Reading Technique?

This thought involuntarily popped into her head.

Then she heard Beichuan Si's voice rise:

"I don't have the 'Mind Reading Technique.'"

Beichuan Si washed his hands and wiped the water on the apron hanging on the other side, "It's just that your expressions are too easy to read. When you ask for money, your eyebrows subconsciously lift; when you lie, you can never look people in the eyes; when you want a snack, the corners of your eyebrows droop; when you see something you want to buy, your index finger and thumb rub against each other..."

"Brother Temple!!!!"

Beichuan Huili's face turned a reddish hue of annoyance as she stomped her foot forcefully.

Beichuan Si stopped talking, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a five thousand yen note, and handed it to Beichuan Huili.

At the same time, he didn't forget to add, "Next time you'll do the cleaning at home, and also—"

"Also?" Beichuan Huili took the money and blinked.

"Eat this up."

Beichuan Si brought out some freshly fried wild vegetables and said calmly.

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