Sato's body suddenly stiffened!
He felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it stopped beating in an instant!
Cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall.
He looked at Section Chief Kuroiwa's calm face and those eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. At this moment, his brain completely shut down!
He stammered, blurting out in an almost pleading tone:
"Section Chief! I...I will definitely find the gun! Don't worry!"
"…"
Heiyan Kuang was stunned.
He looked at his subordinate in front of him, whose face was pale and who was speaking incoherently, with a look of astonishment.
Then, he burst into laughter as if he had heard some huge joke!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Sato, Sato, I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately because of your promotion, but there's no need to be so anxious to show off, right?"
He shook his head and said in a tone that was neither funny nor sad:
"The shooting incident is something that the search team should worry about. What does it have to do with us? We're just the ship's supervisors. Don't meddle in other people's business."
When Sato heard this, he was stunned at first, and then his heart, which had been in his throat, finally and slowly fell back into his stomach at this moment.
He looked at Section Chief Kuroiwa's smiling face and knew that he had overreacted.
He quickly forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and explained with a nod and a bow:
"Section Chief, you misunderstood."
"I...I just noticed you were looking so worried lately, so I thought you were worried about this matter. I...I just wanted to share your worries."
"oh?"
Kuroiwa Masaru raised his eyebrows and looked at Sato, the smile on his face gradually faded.
"I'm worried because I heard that the Investigation Division has already obtained an investigation warrant and will come to our Port Police Station within two or three days to conduct an internal investigation."
"If we find any problems, it will bring shame to our entire police station."
When Sato heard this, his heart tightened again, but on the surface, he still looked loyal and nodded repeatedly.
"The Section Chief is right. We will fully cooperate with the investigation!"
"Um."
Heiyan Kuang waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
"Okay, nothing else to do. Go ahead and get busy. If there's anything unusual, report it to me immediately."
"Yes! Section Chief!"
Sato felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stood up from his chair, bowed respectfully to Kuroiwa Misato, then turned around and prepared to leave.
Just as he was about to walk out of the office, Kuroiwa Masaru's voice rang out again.
"Sato."
Sato's body stiffened instantly!
He slowly turned around and once again forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.
"Section Chief...is there anything else you would like to tell me?"
Hei Yan Kuang looked at him, a trace of concern flashing across his face.
"I've noticed you look really bad lately, with dark circles under your eyes. Is it because of too much pressure at work?"
"If so, give yourself a few days off and rest."
When Sato heard this, his heart moved!
yes!
Take a few days off!
I can take this opportunity to go to the black market and see if I can get an identical gun!
As long as we can fool this investigation, from now on, we will be able to swim freely in the vast sea and fly freely in the sky!
He quickly bowed deeply to Hei Yan Kuang again, with a smile full of gratitude on his face.
"Thank you for your concern, Section Chief! My child has been sick lately, and I've been running back and forth between the hospital and the port, so I'm a little tired. I'm just about to go back and write the application."
"Well, go ahead."
Heiyan Kuang nodded and said nothing more.
Sato walked out of the office quickly and returned to his seat.
He first looked around vigilantly, then quietly closed and locked the office door.
After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out his cell phone, found the familiar number and dialed it.
There was no longer any fear or panic on his face, instead there was coldness.
"Hello, Kageyama?"
"It's me, Sato."
"I hope you are well..."
…
6pm, Toyaru City, the other side.
Yuecheng Zhengdao dragged his exhausted body back to his self-built house which looked quite old.
However, just as he was about to push open the familiar, even slightly peeling wooden door, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
His pupils shrank slightly at this moment.
In his small yard, quietly parked was a top-of-the-line luxury car that he had only seen in magazines.
Toyota Century!
Yuecheng Zhengdao's brows twisted into a knot in an instant!
He knew what this car represented.
An extremely ominous premonition surged in his heart. He didn't even bother to change his shoes. He pushed open the door and walked in quickly!
As soon as he entered the door, he heard his wife's laughter coming from the living room, which he had not heard at home for a long time.
"Oh, ma'am, when you put on this necklace, you look like a fairy from a painting! No! You look even prettier than a fairy!"
"With this temperament and figure, I think even a twenty-year-old girl can't compare to you!"
"No, no, you're too good at talking. I'm already in my thirties, how can I still have any temperament?"
The door was pushed open.
The conversation in the living room came to an abrupt halt.
A woman wearing plain home clothes but with an extremely exaggerated, sparkling gold chain around her neck showed a surprised smile on her face when she saw him come back.
It was his wife, Miki Tsukishiro.
"Zhengdao! You're finally back!"
"Look! There's a guest at home this afternoon. He says he's your friend and came to discuss something with you!"
Yuecheng Zhengdao didn't say anything.
His gaze passed over his wife and fell on the young man who was looking at him gently.
It was Ryuzaki Shin.
Ryuzaki Shin slowly stood up from the sofa, with a smile on his face, and extended his right hand.
"Hello, Mr. Yuecheng."
"Nice to meet you, I am..."
"Miki," Tsukishiro Masamichi didn't even look at Ryuzaki Shin. He just said to his wife in a cold tone that left no room for doubt, "Go upstairs first."
"We... have some manly things to talk about."
Miki Tsukishiro was stunned by his sudden cold tone, but she still nodded obediently and smiled apologetically at Ryuzaki Shin.
"Then...then you guys chat well, I won't disturb you."
Wait until his wife's figure completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
Yuecheng Zhengdao slowly turned around.
He ignored Ryuzaki Shin's hand that was still hanging in the air.
He just walked straight past Ryuzaki Shin, then slowly sat down on the old sofa that looked a bit old.
He raised his head, his eyes, bloodshot from years of hard work, full of vigilance and scrutiny.
Looking at Ryuzaki Shin, he spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and full of fatigue.
"young people."
"What's the matter? Just tell me..."
Ryuzaki's hand was still hanging in the air, falling empty.
Yuecheng Zhengdao just looked at him calmly, without any intention of standing up or shaking hands. His eyes, deep in his eye sockets, were as sharp as an eagle.
hehe.
Ryuzaki Shin didn't feel embarrassed, as he had expected this before coming.
He withdrew his hand naturally, as if he had just casually stretched his muscles.
Then, he pulled out a chair opposite Yue Cheng Zhengdao and sat down.
His movements were smooth, without the slightest drag, and he didn't suffer any emotional fluctuations due to the other party's rudeness.
For someone like Yuecheng Zhengdao, roundabout words are meaningless and will only make him look down on you.
So, you can only hit the ball straight.
Ryuzaki Shin leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on the table, met the other person's scrutinizing gaze calmly, and spoke slowly.
"Lord Yuecheng, do you want to move up a level?"
The voice was not loud, but in this quiet Japanese-style room, every word was clear.
There was finally a slight change on Yuecheng Zhengdao's calm face.
His eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.
"What do you mean?" His voice was hoarse and low, like sandpaper on wood. "You mean, you can help me get a promotion?"
It was true that Yuecheng Zhengdao had not been promoted for a long time, and he knew the reason well.
He wanted to be a good guy, that's all.
Moreover, the candidates for promotion in various positions this year have already been determined. The person in front of me looks like just a little kid, how could he have that kind of ability?
The curve of Ryuzaki Shin's mouth widened a little, and he nodded.
Yuecheng Zhengdao leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and his scrutinizing gaze became sharper.
Now that this guy is here, let's hear what he has to say.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch," he said slowly. "You must need me to do something."
"Your Excellency is indeed a smart man."
Ryuzaki really laughed. Talking to smart people is really easy.
He no longer kept the secret and laid out his purpose directly on the table.
"Sometimes, I have some 'cargo' passing through the port of Hualu."
"Your Excellency only needs to turn a blind eye at certain moments."
As soon as the words fell, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Yuecheng Zhengdao's eyes narrowed into slits in an instant, and a dangerous cold light shot out from the slits.
"You want me to help you smuggle?"
His tone had turned cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
The atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point.
However, Ryuzaki Shin seemed to feel no pressure at all.
He laughed, breaking the solemn silence.
"Mr. Yuecheng, please don't speak so harshly."
"It's just to contribute to the development of our cherry blossoms, to promote economic circulation, and to help the rich to help the poor."
As he spoke, he picked up the black suitcase that had been placed on the chair next to him.
The box is not big, but it looks heavy and full of texture.
He placed the box gently on the table between them.
Then, under Yuecheng Zhengdao's cold gaze, he stretched out his finger and gently pressed the metal lock of the box.
"Pah."
A crisp sound.
The lock popped open.
Ryuzaki Shin didn't open the lid immediately, but made a "please" gesture, indicating Yuecheng Zhengmichi to look at it himself.
Yuecheng Zhengdao was silent for two seconds, and finally reached out and slowly opened the lid of the box.
The moment the box was opened, his breathing rhythm paused for a moment.
Inside the box, there was no gold or jewelry, only bundles of ten-thousand-yuan bills neatly tied with bank belts.
The brand new portraits of Fukuzawa Yukichi are densely stacked together, forming a paper wall that makes it hard to breathe.
A rough look shows that there are at least five million.
Five million yen!
Yuecheng Zhengdao's brain started working rapidly the moment he saw the money.
How much is his monthly salary?
The basic salary is 280,000, plus various port special service allowances, overtime pay, family allowances...
At the end of the month, I can make about 400,000 yen before tax.
Four hundred thousand.
This was considered pretty good in Toyaru City in 1985.
but...
Yuecheng Zhengdao's eyes were fixed on the five million in the box.
Five million is his salary for a whole year even if he doesn't eat or drink.
A year's salary was now neatly laid out in front of him, within his reach.
Just need him...
Nodded.
Another set of numbers involuntarily emerged in his mind.
They have lived in this old house for a long time. It was left to them by his parents.
My wife has long said that she wants to move to a new house.
He secretly learned about the current housing prices.
A nice place to live, after deducting the down payment he can afford now.
It would take at least thirty years to pay off the $150,000 mortgage every month.
My son will be attending a private middle school next year, and the application fee and tuition will be 800,000 yuan a year.
Although my parents passed away early.
but.
My wife's parents' constant medical expenses and hospital check-up fees are a considerable expense every month.
He didn't even dare ask them to do a more comprehensive examination, for fear of finding out some results that he couldn't bear.
These numbers, like poisonous snakes, have been lingering in his mind for years, gnawing at his nerves.
He is an honest policeman and a respected inspector general.
But he is also a husband and a father.
He needs to use his 400,000 yuan monthly salary to support a heavy family.
What does this five million mean?
This means that he can consider buying a nice house. Although he cannot pay for it all at once, at least the pressure of repayment is much less.
This means that my daughter's secondary school tuition for the next six years is covered.
This means he can take his father-in-law and mother-in-law to the best hospital in Tokyo, have a thorough examination, and then use the best medicine.
He could even...
I replaced the second-hand car that I had been driving for almost ten years and gave my wife and daughter a surprise.
Countless thoughts swept through his brain like a storm in just a few seconds.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.
Ryuzaki Shin just looked at him quietly, with that calm smile still on his face, without urging him or speaking.
He was like a most patient hunter, quietly waiting for the prey to walk into the trap.
Time passes by minute by minute.
In the Japanese-style room, the only sound was Tsukishiro Masamichi's gradually heavier breathing.
Ryuzaki said it just right.
"Lord Yuecheng, this is just an appetizer. There will be more in the future."
"I think the lady must have been a beauty when she was young, but now she doesn't seem to be doing well. Don't you want to do something for her..."
Ryuzaki Shin's words were to the point, and he believed that the other party should be able to understand.
finally.
He took a slow, deep breath, as if to absorb all the desires and struggles in his chest, and then suppress them completely.
When he raised his head again, his cloudy eyes had regained their clarity and sharpness.
He reached out and slowly closed the lid of the box.
"Pah."
There was another crisp sound, as if it was locking his own chaotic heart.
"My name is Tsukishiro Masamichi, and I'm the patrol chief of the Toaru Port Police Station."
His voice returned to its original hoarseness and coldness, but with an added firmness.
"That's all for today."
He stood up, looked down at Ryuzaki Shin who was still sitting there, and said word by word:
"Please take your dirty stuff with you."
"I won't send you off..."
Ryuzaki Shin looked at Tsukishiro Masamichi's face, which was full of "integrity" and "rejection", without any emotion fluctuation on his face.
He didn't say another word, but took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, pulled out a pen from the pen holder on the table, and quickly wrote down a string of numbers.
Then he gently placed the note on the table, stood up, and picked up the black suitcase full of cash.
"Mr. Yuecheng, my phone number is on the table."
"If you change your mind, feel free to contact me."
After saying this, Ryuzaki Shin walked out of the Japanese-style room filled with a depressing atmosphere without looking back.
Yuecheng Zhengdao looked at the young man's back as he left, then looked at the piece of paper with the phone number on the table. His eyes, sunken in his eye sockets, flashed with extremely complicated emotions.
There is disdain, anger, and a hint of...
He was shaken without even noticing it.
But soon, that slight hesitation was completely suppressed by his heart called "justice" which he had adhered to for forty years.
He slowly stood up, walked to the table and picked up the note.
Without even looking at it, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can in the corner.
After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed as if what was thrown away was not a piece of paper, but some dangerous temptation.
At this moment, the paper sliding door of the Japanese-style room was gently pushed open.
It was his wife, Miki Tsukishiro.
Yuecheng Zhengdao looked at his wife, and at the gold chain around her neck that was out of tune with her plain clothes, and his heart inexplicably palpitated.
It had been a long time since he had looked at his wife so carefully.
In his memory, Miki was once the most dazzling person in the university.
She has fair skin and two shallow dimples when she smiles. Her big eyes are always full of spirit and seem to be able to speak.
At that time, she was wearing a simple white dress, holding a drawing board, sitting quietly under the cherry tree on campus. She was the most beautiful scenery.
But now…
Yuecheng Zhengdao looked at the woman in front of him.
Fine wrinkles had appeared at the corners of her eyes at some point, and her eyes, which should have been lively, were gradually replaced by the trivialities and fatigue of life, becoming somewhat dull.
Her hands had become rough from years of doing housework, and even her knuckles were a little deformed.
Those hands should have been holding paintbrushes, painting inspiration on canvas...
When did it start?
Did it start when he refused all "gray income" and insisted on being an "honest" policeman?
Did it start when her son was born and the family expenses became increasingly high, forcing her to give up all her hobbies and devote all her energy to this burdened family?
Yue Cheng Zhengdao's heart ached for no reason.
But he quickly suppressed this inappropriate emotion.
He looked at his wife and said coldly:
"Take off the necklace and I'll give it back."
When Miki Tsukishiro heard this, her hand holding the fruit plate suddenly froze.
She looked at her husband's cold face and his eyes full of commands, and the grievance and unwillingness in her heart completely erupted at this moment!
She placed the fruit plate in her hand heavily on the table, then raised her head. For the first time, the flames of resistance ignited in her originally gentle eyes!
"I don't!"
Yuecheng Zhengdao was stunned.
He didn't expect that his wife, who had always been docile and obedient, would dare to contradict him in person!
"Do you know what this is?! It's a bribe!"
Yuecheng Zhengdao's brows twisted into a knot in an instant!
"I'm a righteous man from Yuecheng. I've been a police officer my whole life, catching bad guys all my life! How could I possibly accept something so filthy that came from an unknown source?"
"How can I hold my head high and live my life in the future? How can I educate our son?!"
"…"
Standing on the moral high ground, he righteously began his sermons full of "sense of justice" that he had repeated countless times.
However, this time, Miki did not listen silently like before.
She suddenly raised her head, and her already dim eyes were now bloodshot, filled with endless anger and despair!
He used all his strength to let out a roar that had been suppressed for more than ten years!
"Enough! Tsukishiro Zhengdao!"
"I know! Of course I know this is what that young man is trying to bribe me!"
"I know! I know! I know everything!"
Her voice became a little hoarse due to excessive excitement, and tears, like pearls with broken strings, slid silently down.
"But what?!"
"I followed you, worked hard, and managed this household, and what did I get?!"
She stretched out her hands, which had become rough from years of hard work, and her voice was filled with endless grievances.
"Look at my hands! Zhengdao! Do you remember what major I studied in college?!"
"It's art! It's painting!"
"But where are my hands now?! All day long, I'm either washing dishes or mopping the floor!"
She remembered the class reunion a few days ago that gave her nightmares.
"A few days ago, I went to a class reunion. Do you know what they said about me?!"
"They said, 'Oh, Miki, you really married a great husband! You don't even have to go out to work!'"
"They said, 'Miji, this dress of yours is from ten years ago, isn't it? You're so frugal!'"
"They were all wearing designer clothes and jewelry, chatting about the latest fashions and overseas travels! And what about me?! I could only stand by and smile awkwardly like a fool!"
"Righteousness! Tell me! Is this what you call integrity, and what it brings to my life?!"
"Yes! You are upright! You are amazing! You are noble!"
"But what?! Did your integrity get you a promotion and a raise?! Did your integrity make our lives better?!"
"From what I understand, all of your colleagues are making a killing out there! Did anything happen to them? They didn't!"
"They all live in big houses, drive nice cars, and their wives and children all lead a life of luxury!"
"It's obvious that just being more careful can make life better for my family, why... why won't you do that?!"
Yuecheng Zhengdao was completely stunned by his wife's words!
He looked at the tearful, hysterical woman in front of him with a look of horror!
Then I remembered that my wife had attended a class reunion some time ago and was indeed depressed for several days after returning.
But he didn't take it to heart at that time.
Unexpectedly, that incident left such a deep scar in her heart.
He wanted to speak to comfort her, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them. He could only repeat those pale and powerless words in an almost stubborn tone.
"…Take off your necklace first."
Miki was completely desperate when she heard this.
She looked at the man in front of her who was as stubborn as a rock, and the last ray of hope in her tearful eyes was completely extinguished.
She suddenly raised her hand and yanked off the priceless gold chain from her neck!
Then, in front of Yue Cheng's astonished gaze, he threw it hard on the cold ground!
"Bang—!"
A sharp sound of metal collision seemed particularly clear in the silent Japanese-style room!
Also extraordinarily...
Harsh.
After doing all this, she rushed back to her room without looking back, covering her face and crying.
"Bang!"
The sound of a heavy door closing completely separated the two people's worlds.
Yuecheng Zhengdao stretched out his hand, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and finally, he let it drop weakly.
He looked at the gold chain on the ground that was still shining alluringly under the light, and then looked at the tightly closed door. His heart, which had been quite firm, began to waver at this moment.
Just then.
"I'm back."
A clear young voice came from the entrance.
Yuecheng Zhengdao was shocked and quickly put away the expression on his face and walked out quickly.
I saw a young boy wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a schoolbag standing at the door changing his shoes.
It was his son, Kenta Tsukishiro.
"Kenta, you're back."
Yuecheng Zhengdao forced a gentle smile on his face.
"Yeah." Kenta responded. He changed his shoes and walked up to his father. After hesitating for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage and whispered:
"Father, I...I'd better go to a public high school."
Yuecheng Zhengdao was stunned.
"Why?"
He knew what kind of public high schools in Toyaru City were like.
The teaching resources there are completely different from those of private high schools!
Kenta sighed like a little adult and said in a very sensible tone:
"Father, I've inquired about it. The tuition for a private high school is nearly one million per year."
"We also have to pay for my grandparents' medical expenses, which is too much of a burden."
"I believe that with my hard work, I can still get into a university in Tokyo, even if it's not a private one!"
Yuecheng Zhengdao looked at his son's face that pretended to be strong and listened to his words that were so sensible that it made people feel distressed.
He clenched his fists slowly behind his back, and then slowly released them.
After a long time, he took a slow, deep breath.
That hearty smile appeared on his face again.
He walked up and patted his son's shoulder firmly.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
"You kid, you underestimate your father!"
"I have good news for you. Your father has made great contributions recently and will be promoted soon! And there will be an extra bonus!"
"Not only that, you've had enough of living in this shabby house, haven't you? Later, I'll take you and mom to check out the latest new real estate projects!"
"Maybe I can even buy a new car!"
"Just focus on your studies! Don't worry about money!"
"Haven't you always wanted a Harley motorcycle? As long as you get into the top class of a private high school, Dad will buy it for you!"
Kenta was stunned by his words. He looked at his father's face full of confidence and his eyes full of encouragement. His already heavy heart suddenly felt lifted up at this moment!
"Really?! Father! Are you telling the truth?!"
"Hahahaha!" Yuecheng Zhengdao laughed out loud, "When have I ever lied to you?!"
"Great! I'll go study now!"
Kenta's face flushed with excitement. He threw his schoolbag onto the sofa and rushed back to his room, roaring as if he had been injected with chicken blood!
"Eat the midnight snack your mother prepared for you!"
"I'm not hungry! I'm full of energy now! Tonight, I'm going to do a whole set of math problems!"
Looking at his son's energetic back, the smile on Yuecheng Zhengdao's face gradually faded.
Instead, there was coldness.
He slowly turned around and walked to the Japanese-style room where the lights were still on.
He looked at the crumpled ball of paper he had thrown into the trash can.
After a long time, he slowly bent down and picked it up.
He walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and looked out at the city completely shrouded in darkness.
The cigarette butt flickered in the night.
The swirling smoke obscured his bottomless eyes.
After a long time, he slowly unfolded the note and memorized the string of numbers on it firmly in his mind.
Then he took out a lighter and, with a "click", lit the note.
The firelight illuminated his calm yet resolute face.
He walked to the tightly closed door, hesitated for a moment, and finally, knocked gently.
"Miki, it's me, can I come in?"
The door opened.
Miki's pretty face, with tears in her eyes, was filled with guilt.
She was about to apologize when she was hugged tightly by a pair of warm hands.
Yuecheng Zhengdao hugged her, smelling the familiar and reassuring scent on her body, his heart filled with endless guilt.
Miki, I'm sorry.
Let you follow me and suffer for so many years.
Not anymore in the future.
He loosened his hand and took out the gold chain he had picked up again from his pocket.
"Miki, let me put it on for you."
Miki's eyes widened instantly.
"Zhengdao, you are not..."
"Don't worry, don't overthink it."
Yuecheng Zhengdao looked at her with an extremely gentle smile on his face.
"Everything depends on me."
"Everything will be fine."
He gently placed the cold chain on her snow-white, slender neck.
Then, he slowly lowered his head and placed a cherished kiss on that delicate face.
Miki's body trembled slightly.
She looked at the man in front of her who seemed to have been reborn in an instant, her beautiful tearful eyes filled with endless obsession.
She took the initiative, stretched out her soft arms, and wrapped them around his strong waist.
Then, she stood on tiptoe and raised her red lips.
"Hmm…"
Yuecheng Zhengdao picked her up by the waist and walked towards the soft big bed.
"Masamichi...Kenta hasn't slept yet..."
"I'll slow down..."
…
The other side.
Long Qizhen walked out of the self-built house on Yuecheng Zhengdao, which was filled with a depressing atmosphere. When the night wind blew, he felt that his mind, which had been a little heated due to calculations, instantly became much clearer.
He slowly exhaled, and the gentle, "harmless" smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by calmness.
The righteous path of Yuecheng, this chess piece has finally been put to use.
As for whether he would choose to take the bait in the end, Ryuzaki was not worried at all.
He knew very well that the so-called "justice" was as fragile as a piece of thin paper in the face of the pressure of life and irresistible temptations.
Just a slight poke and it will break completely.
All he has to do now is wait.
Wait until the string called "integrity" breaks by itself.
Of course, what Long Qi really didn't expect was that not long after he left, Yuecheng had already fallen.
Ryuzaki Shin opened the car door and got into the low-key and luxurious Toyota Century.
Inside the car, Nakamura, who had been silent and statue-like, looked through the rearview mirror at Ryuzaki Shin carrying a box full of money and his calm face.
The corner of Nakamura's mouth curled up in an extremely subtle arc.
The money hasn't been sent out, which proves that the matter has not been done.
"Young man, it looks like things are not going well."
Nakamura's voice was flat, and it was hard to tell whether it was sarcasm or a simple statement, but the playfulness in his tone was not concealed.
Upon hearing this, Ryuzaki Shin just smiled.
He relaxed his body, leaning lazily on the soft wool seat in the back seat, closing his eyes, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.
"Uncle Nakamura, what's the hurry?"
"Let the bullets fly for a while."
When Nakamura heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and an expression of interest appeared on his usually expressionless face.
He didn't say anything else, but slowly started the engine.
The black Toyota Century quietly merged into the traffic flow of Toyaru City, which was dyed bizarrely by neon lights.
There was a brief silence in the car.
After a long time, Nakamura's steady voice sounded again.
"I once met someone like you when I was a mercenary abroad."
He paused, as if recalling something.
"His mind works faster than anyone else's, his heart is darker than anyone else's, and he is more ruthless than anyone else in his actions."
"Back then, our way of solving problems was simple."
A cold glint flashed in Nakamura's eyes.
"In a word, just do it."
"There aren't so many twists and turns."
Ryuzaki Shin still had his eyes closed. He could hear a hint of "guidance" from Nakamura's tone, from a veteran to a younger generation.
He smiled and replied lazily in an extremely provocative tone:
"So, Uncle Nakamura, you can only be a driver now, right?"
"…"
The corner of Nakamura's mouth twitched unconsciously.
He felt that the atmosphere he had just created with great difficulty, full of vicissitudes and prestige, was instantly shattered by this kid's words.
In fact, the two of them have had a lot of dealings with each other and are quite familiar with each other. They would occasionally joke around.
Nakamura knew that Ryuzaki was really playing with him, but he still glanced unhappily at the boy with an "innocent" look in the rearview mirror and snorted coldly.
"I'm the young master's driver. My status in the Sasaki family is much higher than those so-called department heads."
At this moment, Ryuzaki Makoto's eyes, which were originally closed, suddenly opened!
There, there was a flash of extremely sharp light!
mercenary?
hiss...
There's something!
Ryuzaki was not surprised by Nakamura's past, but these three words, like a key, instantly opened a brand new door in his mind!
True Dragon Society, what is missing now?
A thug?
No shortage.
Suzuran's poor physical condition makes her considered a tough character in the entire Sakura?
But what's the use of just being able to fight?
Ryuzaki's real ambition is not just to be a local boss in Toaru City.
He wants it all!
What he will have to face are those giants with complex networks and relationships throughout the Sakura Country!
By then, what will be needed is not just a reckless man who can fight.
Stealth, eavesdropping, intelligence gathering, targeted elimination...
These are the methods that truly belong to the underground world and are hidden from the light!
And what about the people under his command?
To put it bluntly, they are just a group of students who are still playing house in school!
Let them fight in groups and rush around, and they will all be as excited as if they have been injected with chicken blood.
But if you really want them to do some technical work...
In Ryuzaki's mind, the two guys, Tokaji and Chuta, couldn't help but emerge, and their cowardly looks in the police station a few days ago.
They almost messed up the disposal of the body, and you expect them to do anything else?
Professional matters should be done by professionals!
What he lacked the most right now was this kind of person who had walked on the edge of a knife and had licked blood, in the true sense...
Professional talent!
Thinking of this, Long Qizhen's heart instantly became active!
He looked at Nakamura who was concentrating on driving in front of him, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.
"Uncle Nakamura, I have a question for you."
Nakamura saw his malicious expression through the rearview mirror, and his heart tightened for no reason.
What is this kid trying to do again?
"Are you still in touch with those...old friends of yours?"
Nakamura was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Ryuzaki Shin meant.
A trace of extremely complicated emotions flashed across his calm eyes.
There is nostalgia, sighing, and a hint of...
Subtle loneliness.
"There are a few, still idle."
Ryuzaki's eyes lit up instantly!
"Uncle Nakamura, can you introduce me to someone?"
Nakamura was silent for a moment before he slowly sighed.
He knew that although the young man in front of him looked like just a student, the innate dominance and the scheming and scheming that far exceeded his peers made him no ordinary person.
If his old friend follows him, maybe he can shine again.
Nakamura thought about it and decided to say the ugly words upfront.
"Boy, my old buddies are all wild and unruly horses."
"Back then, I also persuaded them to come with me to Sasaki's house."
"Although the salary is a little lower than the days when we were living on the edge, it's more stable. I don't have to worry about anything for a day. How great is that."
"But, those guys all think being someone else's bodyguard is too fucking boring. They'd rather die of idleness than come."
"To put it bluntly, they are a group of... restless people."
Nakamura paused and reminded in an extremely serious tone:
"I'll call the people over to you, but you... may not be able to subdue them."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
When Long Qizhen heard this, he laughed a few times!
He looked out the window at the city full of noise and desire!
"Uncle Nakamura, don't worry."
"As long as they dare to come..."
"I have plenty of ways to make them...willingly stay."
Nakamura looked at him and felt as if he saw himself when he was younger.
He smiled, and there was a hint of relief in that smile.
"good."
"I asked about this for you."
Ryuzaki nodded in satisfaction.
He knew that he had added a crucial piece to his puzzle in his quest to dominate Tokyo.
At this moment, he seemed to remember something, and said in a tone that was extremely provocative:
"But, Uncle Nakamura, we are different."
"I'm old, but I won't be a driver like you."
Nakamura's eyebrows instantly twisted into a knot!
Hey!
You kid, you can't stand this, right? !
You're showing off because you caught your uncle, right?
…
Ryuzaki Shin and Nakamura argued all the way and finally returned to the door of their villa.
A busy day is finally over.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door of the villa.
The lights are on.
But it's strange.
In the living room, the woman who always rushed to greet him like a docile kitten was gone.
Long Qi Zhen frowned slightly, and a strange feeling flashed through his mind.
He didn't even change his shoes before walking straight in.
The living room was empty, with only the TV still playing a boring midnight show.
He walked lightly towards the kitchen.
As soon as he reached the door, Ryuzaki felt relieved.
He heard Asuka's voice, so gentle that it seemed as if water could drip out, coming from inside.
"Nanako, have you arrived in Tokyo yet?"
Ryuzaki Shin leaned against the door frame, looking with interest at the mature figure in the kitchen who was facing away from him, wearing a loose home suit, but still unable to hide the breathtaking curves.
At this moment, Asuka was using the hands-free modem, wiping the clean, new kitchen counter with a rag while chatting with the person on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, Auntie. I've been here for two days now. I came out for a walk alone today."
On the other end of the phone came a female voice that was equally clear and pleasant, but full of youthful vitality.
When Asuka heard this, a hint of anger instantly appeared in her tone.
"You kid, you didn't even tell me in advance when you came so that I could pick you up."
"Toyaru has been a bit of a turmoil lately. I saw on the news that a few days ago, an armed gangster caused quite a stir in the city center."
Finished saying this.
Two people in two different places were stunned at the same time.
Long Qizhen touched his nose and thought to himself:
Asuka, the gangster you were talking about seems to be... me.
Toyaru City should still be safe.
After all, the biggest source of insecurity is now preparing to go home for dinner.
…
On the other hand, Nanako Uehara was walking alone on the streets of Tokyo. When she heard the words "gunman", the man she met on the bus a few days ago instantly appeared in her mind.
The man wearing sunglasses, with a dangerous aura, yet inexplicably made her heart beat faster.
And that cold, death-filled pistol...
Nanako shook her head, trying to drive away the figure that upset her from her mind.
But for some reason, the man's eyes, which were calm and somewhat scary, and the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, were like a brand, engraved in her heart and could not be erased.
"Hey, Nanako? Can you hear me?"
Asuka's call brought Nanako back to her senses.
"Oh, auntie, I heard it. I...I will be careful."
Asuka heard her niece's absent-minded answer and thought she hadn't rested well, so she said softly:
"Nanako, don't stay in a hotel outside. It's not safe."
"Tomorrow you will take a bus to Mitsui Real Estate and get off. Then I will pick you up and take you to the villa where I live now."
When Nanako heard this, she instantly came back to her senses from her chaotic thoughts!
She could clearly hear that when her aunt said the word "villa", her tone was filled with a little uncontrollable pride.
"Hmph, Auntie, look at how proud you are. You just want to show off to me that your man treats you well."
"The man I find in the future will definitely treat me this well!"
Asuka burst out laughing at her words.
Her relationship with Nanako is nominally aunt and niece, but in reality they are more like best friends, and they can talk about anything.
Ever since she completely came out of the shadow of her failed marriage, her personality has become much more cheerful and playful than before.
Just when Asuka was about to speak and show some "Versailles" to her little niece.
A pair of powerful hands appeared without any warning...
"ah--!"
Asuka screamed, her body stiffened for a moment, and then softened.
But she didn't look back, she knew that her man had returned.
Nanako on the other end of the phone was instantly anxious when she heard her aunt's sudden exclamation, and asked anxiously:
"Aunt! What's wrong?! What happened?!"
"No...it's okay, I just bumped into something accidentally, um~"
Before Asuka could finish her words, she felt...
Let her be uncontrollable...
When Nanako heard this voice, she was stunned for a moment.
She asked again uncertainly, "Aunt, are you really okay?"
"I...I'm fine, um, I'm fine, um, Nana...ko, please continue, I...I'm listening, um~"
Asuka held on, using her elbow to gently push back, signaling the man who was still doing mischief to behave himself.
Nanako is not an idiot who knows nothing, and her face suddenly turned red.
"Aunt, is that man back?"
Asuka's legs were a little unsteady, so she leaned all her weight on the man behind her.
"Yeah, don't worry about him..."
Nanako understood instantly!
Her face suddenly turned red!
Good job!
Aunt, you have learned bad things!
Are you using me as a side dish for the two of you?!
She was embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly said to the phone:
"Um...Auntie, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. I'll call you when I get there tomorrow!"
"You...you guys...have fun!"
"Beep—beep—beep—"
After saying that, she hung up the phone quickly like a frightened little rabbit.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, she turned around and gave the man who was still doing bad things a reproachful look, but there was no trace of blame in her beautiful watery eyes.
It is best if your man is interested in you. No one wants his/her man to lose interest in her/him.
Recently, she has also started using the money given to her by Ryuzaki Makoto to buy some expensive skin care products, and today she also went to Toaru's luxurious commercial center to consult about beauty care. However, the prices are a bit expensive, so she still has to ask Ryuzaki Makoto.
She knew that her man liked to see her like this.
And as long as it is something he likes, she is willing to give it to him.
She raised her slender white neck and offered her red lips proactively.