Hot Blood: the Demon Is Alive

In a street in Tokyo, three or five people fell to the ground, covered in blood and scars. Two people stood among them, standing out from the crowd. A man covered in scars was lying on the ground, throwing the dagger in his hand to the blond man standing next to him in a black cloak, and said with dull eyes. "Come on, Manjiro, kill me!" The standing man's eyes narrowed and he spoke. "I won't kill anyone. Today's..." But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man on the ground. "If you kill me today, everything will be solved. You are not yet an adult. You will be in jail for a few years at most. But if you don't kill me... Over there, do you see that gasoline barrel? That's what I brought today to destroy the corpses. Now if you don't kill me, that barrel of gasoline will be poured on your doorstep at night... Or maybe it's your home, your body, your father, your mother... Hahahahahaha..." As the injured man on the ground spoke, his expression became more ferocious and his voice became more perverted. The man standing aside looked increasingly ugly. He turned to look at the other members of his family on the ground whose limbs were crippled and could not move at all. He didn't understand how these people got into trouble with this man, and it seemed that this man still had some mental problems... While the man named Manjiro was hesitating, another man beside him stepped forward to pick up the dagger, and looked down at the man on the ground, his eyes becoming more and more cruel. Just when he made up his mind and slowly raised his hand. A loud roar came from the intersection. "Stop! Don't move! I am Officer Murakami of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Put down your weapon immediately! Hold your head and squat down!"