Demon Progenitor Development Project

Chapter 121 A hero saves a beauty?

"what?"

Mr. Shimazu was stunned, and the man, shocked by the facts, blurted out his question.

"My master's wife?"

"Wait, didn't your father die?"

Doma was only slightly taken aback before realizing that it was Muzan-sama talking nonsense.

Did he say something like that because he had a conflict with Lord Shuuga?

Doma immediately glared angrily, vividly portraying the reaction of a loyal subordinate who had just heard someone cursing his lord, living up to his reputation as a cult leader capable of emptying the wallets of wealthy and powerful merchants.

"What did you say?"

Douma, enraged, slammed his fist on the table, making a loud noise that silenced the entire bar.

In the silence, the sound of Mr. Shimazu swallowing his saliva was particularly noticeable.

Doma's acting was too over the top.

Mr. Shimazu stared blankly at the table in front of him, one corner of which had collapsed, and he was terrified.

This is a solid wood bar counter; he used to be in excruciating pain if he bumped into it.

Opposite him was a burly man who looked impulsive and reckless.

He can punch you so badly that you can't take care of yourself.

And you insulted the lord he served.

His life was in imminent danger!

"Haha~" Mr. Shimazu laughed awkwardly a few times, took a sip of sake to calm his nerves, and forced a smile.

"I just wanted to give you a brief introduction since it's your first time here."

Mr. Shimazu, who was completely unfamiliar with the place, racked his brains and squeezed out a plausible reason from his empty mind.

He verbally apologized and admitted defeat, but inwardly he was cursing.

Pooh!

What barbarians!

Thirty minutes east of the river, thirty minutes west of the river, don't underestimate the young master's weakness!

Once I return with a group of thugs, I'll get my revenge.

What good is being physically strong!

Times have changed; it's now the age of guns and cannons.

A mere physical body is destined to be blasted apart by guns and cannons.

At this moment, Mr. Shimazu became the brightest star in the room, secretly shouting in his heart, imagining the scene of the strong man in front of him being killed, and enduring the humiliation of backing down in front of a large crowd.

And that despicable woman who deliberately framed him!

Muzan remained silent throughout, simply sitting there with his hair in his hands, completely ignoring Mr. Shimazu's miserable state.

Mr. Shimazu's eyes grew increasingly resentful.

He has never lost face like this before!

"Got it? Now get out of here!"

Under the intimidation of the burly man, Mr. Shimazu silently retreated, his disheveled figure resembling that of a defeated dog.

His brain, which had stopped due to fear, gradually resumed functioning after he was away from the bar counter. Mr. Shimazu thought about the burly man with a fierce face and the beautiful lady.

Could this be a henchman and his wife of some Yakuza group?

Yes!

That makes sense!

No wonder you don't see such a beautiful woman in high society; she's clearly a prisoner.

hateful!

Feeling cheated, Mr. Shimazu suppressed his anger and contacted his men to prepare to ambush them outside the bar.

After everything was over, the bar gradually returned to its former liveliness. Predictably, Mr. Shimazu's embarrassing incident would likely continue...

"Um, um." The bartender walked over cautiously and asked in a trembling voice.

The burly man turned and glared at him menacingly.

"Gentlemen, that gentleman hasn't paid yet, and—" the bartender stammered, trying to keep his job, pointing to the broken bar counter.

The burly man glanced at it, then pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and slammed it onto the battered bar counter with a loud thud. The blow also struck the bartender's heart, causing his heart to stop for a moment.

"Is this enough?"

Surprisingly, they were easy to talk to. The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, put the money away, and continued working.

"Madam, let me take you home."

Overwhelmed by his role, Doma diligently played the henchman, showcasing his acting skills.

The clever Doma had already sent another demon to inform Shugo.

*

While in his workspace, Shugo received some unbelievable news.

"What did you say? Muzan and Doma are together?"

Shugo listened to the demon's report with surprise and was very puzzled.

Muzan always hated Doma, didn't he?

How did they end up together?

Going to bars for drinks?

"Lord Muzan was drinking with a strange man. Lord Doma sent me back to report, and then went to stop him."

Hiiragi:……

Shugo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. What was going on?

Muzan's actions were clearly intended to anger him.

The reason we didn't send a ghost to watch over you is because we trust you, not because we want you to go out and run wild.

"Never mind." Shugo sighed, put down his tools, and sent the demon to collect the reward, intending to go himself.

*

After lingering in the bar for a long time, Muzan and Doma finally left.

This also gave a certain loser ample time to mobilize his manpower.

Douma and Muzan, blocked at the alley entrance, remained calm as they stared at the dark muzzles of guns in front of them.

Shimazu servant: ...

Are these two blind?

Muzan didn't move.

Seeing that Muzan-sama didn't move, Doma didn't move either.

The Shimazu servant, who only wanted to scare him: ...

The Shimazu retainer inwardly groaned; he had no desire to do this job.

The Yakuza are not so easily trifled with!

Young Master Shimazu isn't afraid; he is!

The Yakuza may not cause trouble for the Shimazu family, but they can cause trouble for them.

The servant thought to himself, "Maybe we should just let it go."

"Tajima, what are you doing!"

Mr. Shimazu arrived at an inopportune time.

The servant had no choice but to change his expression, his eyes revealing a fierce intent, and he cursed inwardly that this young master Shimazu was poor and troublesome.

Mr. Shimazu strode over like a rooster, full of pride and swagger.

He felt so triumphant!

Mr. Shimazu arrogantly pointed at Muzan and ordered, "You, come here."

Muzan remained motionless; the person he was waiting for was about to arrive.

Doma also sensed Shugo's undisguised aura. Without any instruction, he understood Muzan's script and immediately lay down, groaning as if he had been severely beaten.

Mr. Shimazu:?

Servant: ?

Both of them were baffled, looking at each other as if they were crazy.

Doma: Who says I don't understand subtlety?

Doma knows it all!

The women who came to his temple to confide in him often complained that their husbands didn't care about them enough and instead went to other women, putting on a show of wanting his pity and exchanging flirtatious glances with him.

Lord Muzan is seeking attention!

He needs to help him a lot!

Domo was very excited as it was his first time participating in such an event.

As the two groups stared at each other in bewilderment, Shugo walked in, looking at everything with a strange expression.

Muzan stood there like an outsider, while Doma rolled on the ground unharmed, and opposite them stood two humans who were clearly villains.

Shugo: ...What are you guys doing?