Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 958: The Strongest Man on Earth

"Please, give me two more days!"

"If you don't have money, don't rent a place!"

Just like that, Suzuki's bag was suddenly thrown out.

Suzuki, a bit dejected, picked up his only bag and casually slung it over his back. He planned to look for temporary work at a nearby construction site. With only a few hundred yen left in his pocket, even having a bowl of simple ramen seemed like a difficult task.

However, he had never lost confidence in life... Perhaps it was because he was a fool—he didn’t know why, but Suzuki always felt that every second of life on this world was a gain, so he never felt much sadness.

He remembered his late mother had said that his arrival in this world was a great miracle—for his parents, at least.

A miraculous life, as long as it continued, could overcome any difficulty, right?

Gurgle—!!

"Maybe... I should solve the dinner problem first?"

...There were no temporary jobs available at the nearby construction site, which ruined Suzuki’s plan. However, he remembered the situation with the nightclub manager and wondered how he had handled things after all.

Suddenly, he became a bit worried.

Suzuki decided to quietly go back to the nightclub... At the very least, he wanted to properly thank the manager.

He quickly arrived at the nightclub where he used to work and circled around to the back door. Suzuki had no communication tools with him—he had thrown away his phone when he left home.

Just as Suzuki was about to knock on the door, the back door suddenly opened. Following a long-standing habit, Suzuki chose to hide—like a monkey, he nimbly climbed up the nearby drainage pipe.

At that moment, a nightclub employee (whom Suzuki recognized) came out with a police officer.

Did the manager really call the police later?

Suzuki felt nervous and listened carefully.

"I only know this much about Suzuki," the nightclub employee nervously said. "He seems to have no phone. The manager brought him in. He said he found him lying on the street, looking pitiful... I never expected him to do something like this, killing the manager and two female customers! It's so cruel!"

"We will intensify the manhunt for this fugitive," the police officer nodded. "Show me around, I need to search for any suspicious clues."

"Okay!" The employee nodded, but in that instant, he felt something heavy press down on him.

A very heavy weight suddenly pinned him to the ground. Terrified, he turned his head and screamed, "Suzuki... Suzuki!! Help! Help!!"

Suzuki was crouching on the employee's back, grabbing his hair. "Hey, what did you just say? Who did I kill?"

"Don't move! Hands up!"

At this moment, the police officer quickly drew his gun and became extremely tense. "You can't escape... Are you Suzuki? Suzuki Xia Ya..."

The officer's expression changed from tension to astonishment... then to fear!

He recognized the real identity of the "murderer Suzuki" in front of him. Most police officers in the Kanto region must have heard about this young man’s background.

Suzuki was a minor leader, called the strongest man on Earth... Rumors say he could flip cars with his bare hands, like a non-human existence!

"Hello!" Suzuki waved at the officer as if greeting him, then grabbed the nightclub employee’s head again. "Hey! Tell me, why did I kill the manager and female customers? Speak clearly! Or I’ll kill you!!"

Perhaps because of his experience with the "active organization," Suzuki's face twisted into something demonic, terrifying the nightclub employee so much that he began to shake uncontrollably, shouting for help to the officer.

"Suzuki Xia Ya! Don't do anything rash! This is a legal society!" the officer stammered, his legs trembling as he warned Suzuki.

"Shut up!" Suzuki glared at the officer, then stood up, walking briskly toward him.

The officer immediately backed away. "You, you better not do anything! I, I can shoot!!"

Suzuki's face was emotionless as he stepped closer to the officer, his chest even brushing against the officer’s gun barrel.

The officer was shaking with fear—he had been in the force for so many years, but never had he actually fired a gun, except at the shooting range.

"You... don't force me!"

"I told you, don’t bother me!"

With a fierce glare and a terrifying shout, the officer’s face turned pale. His mind went blank, and instinctively, he closed his eyes, raising his gun in panic. Under the pressure and fear, the officer pulled the trigger.

Bang—!!

A gunshot rang out in the alley, and the world seemed to quiet down. The officer could only hear a buzzing sound in his ears.

He opened his eyes in horror. When he saw that Suzuki Xia Ya was still standing in front of him, he subconsciously sighed in relief. But he also noticed a red streak of blood on Suzuki's cheek—the bullet must have grazed his face.

The officer’s brain went blank again. Suzuki Xia Ya reached up to touch his cheek, then grabbed the officer’s gun-hand, twisting it sharply.

"Ah!" The officer cried out in pain, stumbling backward. In his panic, he fell to the ground, but the gun was now in Suzuki Xia Ya’s hands.

The officer scrambled to his feet and ran out of the nightclub's back alley without a second thought... leaving Suzuki Xia Ya and the terrified nightclub employee behind.

"Now, can you tell me why I killed the manager?" Suzuki Xia Ya walked up to the employee, his gaze moving downward.

...

"…28th, this is the place, right?"

Suzuki looked up at the building in front of him—the address had been written by the nightclub employee, so it should be correct.

"I... I don't know anything. I was just told that if you want to know, you should go to this address."

After casually beating up his former coworker, Suzuki directly followed the address he was given. Due to missing the bus stop on the way, Suzuki arrived at the address around 9 PM.

"Room 709, this is it... Kumano?" Suzuki was a bit surprised as he looked at the last name on the door.

That was the name of the nightclub manager... He had mentioned that he lived nearby. Could this be the manager's house?

"Is anyone home?" Suzuki pressed the doorbell, but after waiting for a while, there was no answer.

Frowning, he pushed the door and realized it wasn’t locked. "Hello? Is anyone home? It's Suzuki... Hello? I'm coming in! Sorry for the intrusion!"

The lights were off inside, but Suzuki caught a strange, unpleasant smell. This scent was familiar to him; it was the smell of blood.

He switched on the lights at the entrance, and as the light flooded the house, Suzuki’s pupils contracted.

There were splashes of dark red blood on the walls, even on the ceiling... The bloodstains on the floor were likely left behind by the victim crawling around.

Suzuki took a deep breath. These scattered bloodstains quickly formed an image in his mind.

The victim must have been desperate, crawling towards the inside of the house, terrified of their attacker. Suzuki closed his eyes and let out a slow breath, then walked deeper into the house.

The living room was a typical small apartment—compact but not cramped—perhaps because the owner had carefully arranged everything. However, the living room now appeared disorderly, likely due to a struggle.

A pale, lifeless face was staring directly at Suzuki. It was the body of a woman, hanging from the living room ceiling, probably around forty years old.

Her body was covered in marks that looked like they had been inflicted by animal claws... It was a brutal case of torture and murder.

Suzuki sighed again. On a shelf in the living room, there were family photos. He saw the manager, Kumano, who had always been kind to him, as well as the woman—the victim—who must have been the manager’s wife.

"I’m sorry."

Suzuki knelt in front of the woman's body, then began to untie her from the ceiling. Just as he finished, he suddenly raised his head.

"We meet again!"

Two young men, Kenji and Takashi, stood in the corridor just beyond the entrance.

Takashi was the one who practiced western boxing, while Kenji was the one who had knocked Suzuki out at the beginning. Seeing the two of them together, Suzuki could easily guess the cause of the tragedy in the house.

"Surprised? Shocked?" Kenji leaned against the wall, smirking at Suzuki.

Takashi, cracking his knuckles, added, "Last time I was careless, but not today. You won’t get away so easily."

"Who are you?" Suzuki furrowed his brows, put the manager's wife’s body down, and stood up.

The two clearly had come to seek revenge, intending to settle scores. But when Suzuki asked, "Who are you?" it was like they had punched the air, missing entirely.

"Don’t you remember?" Kenji said, shocked.

Suzuki impatiently replied, "I beat up people every day. If I remembered every one of them, I would have graduated from high school by now!"

"You...!!" Kenji scoffed, "Looks like I’ll have to refresh your memory! Let me show you that we are not to be messed with... stupid human!"

With that, Kenji swung his fist at Suzuki with full force.

Bam—!!

In the blink of an eye, Suzuki’s hand moved with terrifying speed, directly pressing down on Kenji’s head, pushing it into the wall!

Kenji’s head was slammed against the wall with such force, and that was the source of the loud crash.

Takashi’s eyes widened. He had been prepared for the fact that Suzuki was like a beast, far beyond the capability of a normal person, but how had Suzuki made his move just now?

"Do I know you?" Suzuki held Kenji’s head down firmly, then turned his gaze to Takashi.

At this moment, Kenji’s eyes had rolled back, and he had lost consciousness.

"Baka yarou!! Don’t you remember what happened in the VIP room at the nightclub?!" Takashi cursed, rushing toward Suzuki with a straight punch.

Suzuki remained motionless. However, just as Takashi’s fist was about to land, Suzuki’s body moved like a bolt of lightning. With one fist, he struck Takashi right in the face!

With a sickening crack, Takashi’s nose was broken, and he was sent flying to the ground, dazed and disoriented.

How... how is this possible?! A human couldn’t have this much physical strength! It’s like he’s a monster!

Suzuki coldly snorted and picked Takashi up. Clenching his fist, he punched Takashi in the stomach!

Takashi felt like his insides were about to shatter, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. But Suzuki was already raising his fist again!

This time, I might die... Takashi’s instincts screamed at him. He was actually afraid of a human’s fist!

But fear overwhelmed his reasoning, and he couldn’t keep silent any longer, "That kid... you’re not going to save him, are you?"

Suzuki’s fist froze—just one centimeter from Takashi’s face.

"Hmph, are you scared?" Takashi sneered, even though two punches had nearly taken his life. Seeing Suzuki hesitate now, he felt a sense of triumph. "What a cute little kid! He’s the one you’re really after, right? Young Master Kaede said you could save the kid if you were ready for a fate worse than death! Hahaha!!"

"Who cares about you! Go die!"

Boom—!!

Suzuki’s fist crashed forward with all his might, sending Takashi flying across the room!

"You... you really don’t care about that kid’s life..." Takashi struggled to get up, his face covered in blood.

Suzuki swiftly moved toward him and punched him again and again. "Take me to Kumano’s kid, you bastard!!"

"You... you’re still hitting me... You... If you kill me, that kid will die with me!"

"Then go ahead and wait for him!" Suzuki didn’t care about the threat, his fists landing harder with each blow.

"Stop... stop hitting me... please... please..."

"...Stop... ah... I’ll... I’ll take you... I’ll... take..."

(End of Chapter)