Tokyo Barrister: Start the law firm bankruptcy

Chapter 760 Decision

Chapter 760 Decision

night.

Kitahara was walking on the busy streets of Shinjuku. The huge electronic screen at the intersection was playing dazzling dynamic advertisements, and there was a crowd of people around him. He was carrying a briefcase, as if he was following the crowd, moving without a destination.

Kitahara learned the meeting method between him and Eriko from Shirai today.

Eriko has a phone number.

If you want to meet, just send a secret text message.

Content: Beethoven's Symphony No. 5.

After the text message was sent, they would meet at the club on the top floor of Aobatai Apartment three days later. High-end tower buildings like Aobatai usually have a more luxurious club on the top floor for owners to use. The privacy there is very good, suitable for secret conversations.

Kitahara held up his cell phone. On his screen, a text message had been edited. The content of the message was exactly those few words: Beethoven's Symphony No. 5. As long as he pressed the send button, it would be transmitted to Eriko's phone number.

The young male lawyer walked on the road, still thinking.

The shops along the street were all lit up and filled with bustling crowds of people.

From time to time, shop assistants would greet customers warmly along the street.

Groups of office workers would occasionally laugh and joke on the streets, venting their frustration at work during the day.

All this worldly prosperity seems to have nothing to do with this lawyer.

Kitahara casually walked into a coffee shop.

"Welcome." A clerk greeted warmly.

Kitahara pointed at the sign nonchalantly.

Then, the clerk immediately nodded and went back to place the order.

In less than a few minutes, a cup of exquisite coffee was served.

After the cup was served, Kitahara realized that he had walked into this place even though he didn't like coffee. He was so absorbed in thinking just now.

But now that it's on, it won't be wasted.

Kitahara picked up the coffee and took a sip.

In the conversation with Shirai, Kitahara not only obtained the contact information of Eriko, but also obtained some evidence of the interest exchanges between Shirai and Eriko, such as transfer records, etc. Of course, Eriko was not stupid enough to use her own account to transfer the bribe money to Shirai. She used other people's names to transfer the bribe money to Shirai's overseas account overseas.

Kitahara has not yet handed over these materials to the Financial Services Agency.

He was hesitating about what to do next.

Now the news of Shirai's accident should have also reached Eriko.

Eriko estimated that she would only meet Shirai privately once more and then never see him again.

Shirai also told him everything he knew about Eriko.

All channels for investigating Eriko have been exhausted.

The Financial Services Agency has been tracking down Eriko for several years but has found no substantial clues.

Apart from digging out this information from Shirai, I can't do any more investigation. Could it be that I have a better investigation ability than the Financial Services Agency? This is simply a fantasy.

Kitahara's creed has always been to act decisively when he is sure of victory, to annihilate the opponent like thunder, leaving no chance of survival.

This is a method he developed after going through many brutal struggles.

However, this time——

There is no certainty of victory.

The information I had was too scarce. I was fighting my opponent in complete darkness. I couldn't see the opponent's position, let alone his possible attack.

Kitahara got up and left the coffee shop.

I continued walking on the road, walked onto an overpass, and looked at the traffic below.

It was almost 10 o'clock, but the main road below was still busy. From a distance, I could see the driver and his family members chatting and laughing in the passenger seat. These moments, which could not be more ordinary, would be fleeting in daily life and would not be specially remembered.

But for Kitahara at this moment, these ordinary scenes are out of reach.

I didn't expect that living a normal life would be so difficult.

Looking at the traffic lights on the street, Kitahara remembered a lot of things.

Kitahara thought of Miyagawa.

During this period, every time I met her, it was always fleeting.

More often we communicate through text messages or phone calls.

I remember that whenever I looked a little tired or haggard, Miyagawa would constantly care for me and run around. When I suffered some skin injuries in Kyoto, she insisted on dragging me to the clinic. After the examination, she was still not satisfied and asked the clinic to issue a letter of introduction to refer me to a large hospital for another serious examination.

Miyakawa is such a serious and considerate girl.

Now, the law firm of Miyagawa's father Imanishi is also falling into crisis step by step.

Miyakawa didn't tell her too much about the family affairs. She always liked to bear the responsibilities silently.

Eto was also involved in the copper warehouse receipt factoring business of Imanishi Law Firm.

Judging from Jiang Teng's methods, his father probably won't have an easy time during this period.

I have been busy with the Tokyo Central Bank case recently. Every day, after a brief meeting with Miyakawa at the law firm, I rush to the Financial Services Agency. Of course, I come back sometimes. Miyakawa always sits there quietly handling the case.

Every time I saw her, she always had a warm smile on her face.

But who knows how much trouble and pain one has to endure alone behind that smile?

When talking about Kyoto, one can't help but think of all the thrilling experiences that I had in Kyoto.

The chase with Eto and the scene of the entire glass curtain wall of the shopping mall bursting down are still fresh in my memory. The moment when the rain of glass poured into the car was a life-and-death moment, and it was no exaggeration.

There was also the tragic accident caused by the final Shinkansen collision.

To this day, Kitahara can still smell the blood at the scene. Once you see that kind of scene, you will never forget it. The remains of limbs, blood, and small explosions from time to time. It is not an exaggeration to say that the scene was like hell.

Kitahara remembered a lot.

I remembered a lot of things.

Indeed, I am not sure of winning at the moment.

However, there is no longer any choice in life.

We can only move forward.

War is a dangerous thing.

Expecting to obtain enough intelligence before taking action is an impossible fantasy.

There is no such thing as perfect timing.

Simply waiting will only give the enemy more and more reaction events.

Scenes from the past kept flashing through my mind.

Kitahara picked up the phone and finally pressed the send button:

"Beethoven's Symphony No. 5."