When the front door opened, no one realized the seriousness of the situation.

Kujo Hikari switched the surveillance screen. Living in a great mansion has its perks— all the surveillance lines are interconnected, except of course for the private areas inside the residence.

He poured himself a glass of red wine, reclined on the sofa, and watched with a smile as the security guards surrounded Fushimi Roku.

Too bad, if only there was a communication line, he could still mock him a bit more...

Kujo Hikari sipped his wine, savoring the aroma lingering in his mouth, squinting his eyes to relish the pleasure of revenge. He couldn't wait to see Fushimi Roku beaten, preferably beaten to his knees, begging the security guards in the dogeza style to let him in to see Minamoto Tamako...

When the first security guard fell, Kujo Hikari found it amusing, oh truly amusing, struggling fiercely is indeed worth watching!

When three security guards fell, Kujo Hikari put down his wine glass, thinking his niece had some insight after all, not entirely blind, but this was as far as it went. A man who only knew brute force had no future.

When all the guards in the courtyard were on the ground, Kujo Hikari stood up, bracing the screen with his hands, leaning forward, cold sweat trickling down the back of his neck.

Is this a person?

One has to know that the Kujo Residence's security team is top-notch. Besides the gate guards, the main entrance has three shifts, responsible for identity verification and vehicle checks, equipped with walkie-talkies and batons.

The patrol personnel are three in each shift, carrying flashlights and police equipment, patrolling preset routes like the walls, gardens, and garage at scheduled times, with increased frequency at night. In total, there are eight people on a three-shift system, ensuring 24-hour coverage. There's also someone in the logistics monitoring room, operating the early CCTV system, monitoring key outdoor and indoor areas in real-time.

Furthermore, there's a mobile response group, a quick response team of three equipped with bulletproof vehicles and emergency equipment, capable of reaching the scene within three minutes...

Now they were all on the ground.

Fushimi Roku now had a baton and a military knife in his hand. He didn't even need to open the main door. With a casual knock on the first-floor window, he turned the window lock, opened the window, and went right in.

"Quite capable..."

Kujo Hikari muttered softly, wiping the sweat off his forehead, straightening up with hands on his hips, comforting himself in his heart that even if Fushimi Roku solved the security company, it was meaningless—the real guards of the Kujo mansion were Kujo Mutsumi's adopted sons.

Although called adopted sons, they were more like private mercenaries, carrying firearms, which was, of course, illegal, but could protect the family head to the greatest extent.

"Acting so recklessly, Father definitely won't just stand by..." Kujo Hikari took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and gave himself a calming pill.

That's right, as long as those people take action, they can definitely handle this reckless guy!

Kujo Hikari hadn't even had time to put his glasses back on when suddenly gunshots echoed from outside, the bang far louder than he had imagined, startling him so much that his hand shook, dropping his glasses to the floor.

"Should be dead, right..."

He muttered, bending to pick up his glasses when a series of gunshots followed, sounding like firecrackers with relentless popping.

This commotion genuinely startled Kujo Hikari. As the eldest son of the Kujo Family, he had never been in the frontline himself, and he had never seen such a scene of a shootout in his life.

He had the illusion of an army invading his home, even though he knew the other side was just one person, he still felt uneasy.

The gunfire was becoming more frequent and moving towards his room. He could tell the gunfire was getting louder, the chaotic footsteps were getting closer, and he could even hear shouting: "Block that guy!" "Go around! All of you, go around!" "Don't block the view!"

It really felt like a war.

Kujo Hikari sat back on the sofa, anxiously shaking his legs. After a while, he gradually calmed down, realizing his own disorderly state.

With so many people guarding, what's there to be afraid of?

At this moment, the gunfire suddenly stopped, and it became extremely quiet outside the door. Kujo Hikari had the illusion of being deafened. He instinctively opened his mouth and uttered an 'ah' to make sure he could still hear sounds.

Is it over?

Kujo Hikari stood up, just about to open the door when a crisp knock came from the door panel opposite him.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud...

"Moshi moshi," Fushimi Roku's voice came in through the door seam: "Is Mr. Kujo Hikari there?"

Kujo Hikari was startled, hastily reaching to lock the room door, when he heard a crisp sound, and the military knife pierced through the door panel, right into his palm!

He screamed miserably, clutching his injured hand and retreating in panic.

The room door was pushed open, and the smoke from the gunfire wafted in. Kujo Hikari could vaguely see a figure. The man had a military knife dripping blood in his hand, skillfully flicking it from a normal grip to a reverse grip, and slowly walked towards him.

Kujo Hikari retreated step by step, exclaiming in horror: "Don't come over! If you dare to make a move, my father will never let you go—"

Fushimi Roku didn't want to waste words with such a useless person living off their family. He directly kicked Kujo Hikari down, grabbed Kujo Hikari's earlobe with one hand, and pressed the knife against the seam of the ear with the other, demanding:

"Where is Tamako?"

Kujo Hikari's body was shaking, yet he still forced himself to say: "You're done. Forcing entry into a private residence is a felony—ahhhhhhh—!!"

Fushimi Roku flicked the knife upward, easily slicing off his ear.

Kujo Hikari clutched his left ear, blood constantly seeping through his fingers. He lay on the ground, showing fear on his face, finally realizing the reality of his situation.

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