"These days, loyalty is all a sham.
Whoever can feed the people below them gets their loyalty; everyone else can be ignored, even the king of heaven himself."
"It's best that way." Aoyama Xiu Xin finished speaking and hung up the phone. He then dialed Nakamura Shinichi and instructed tersely, "There's been a shooting at the South Wind Izakaya. Send someone to handle it. Your intervention occurred just after the investigation committee left, which isn't good for our image, so keep it low-key and tightly secure the information. Handle it swiftly and discreetly."
"Hi! Don't worry." Nakamura Shinichi had known Aoyama Xiu Xin for more than a day or two and understood the implications of his words. He responded respectfully.
Aoyama Xiu Xin threw down the phone, rose to his feet, and twisted his stiff neck, yawning as he headed upstairs.
It was getting late; it was also time for him to sleep.
"Goodnight to you, President Asano, whom I've never met."
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