I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 36: So much hatred?
"Yes, I understand!"

He finished speaking with a nod and a bow, then hung up the phone, lowered his head dejectedly and ruffled his hair in annoyance.

"Dry!"

He glanced in the direction of the apartment, smacked his lips, stood up shakily, threw away the cigarette butt, and walked towards a nearby izakaya.

Since the team has reimbursed me, I definitely cannot let myself down.

Bianchuankai Office, President’s Office.

Four sets of energy-saving lamps on the ceiling illuminate the entire office. The interior furnishings are no different from those of an ordinary small company, with a black leather sofa, two potted plants, blinds, and a heavy wooden desk.

Sitting behind the desk was a man who looked to be in his fifties. He was none other than Yoshitoki Teraoka, the president of the Heikawa-kai.

At this time, Yoshitoki Teraoka was sitting behind his desk giving instructions to Shingo Tamura who was on the other end of the phone. On the wall behind him hung a piece of Chinese calligraphy with the four characters "忠义智信" written in a flamboyant style.

After he hung up the phone, he sat in his boss chair and stretched. He looked at the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Is it so late already?

Yoshitoki Teraoka rubbed his tired face with some tiredness, then stood up and prepared to go home after get off work.

Today, life is not easy for gangsters. They have to work hard to get enough income in order to develop. During the process, they have to pay attention to the right degree to satisfy their employers without getting caught by the police. It feels like being caught in a bellows, getting bullied from both ends.

But no matter what, the livelihoods of the hundreds of people in the Bianchuan Club are all on his own responsibility, so as the president he has to work hard to govern the club.

Just as he was about to walk out of the office, he happened to run into Heikawa Kaiwakaguru Takasaki Shido who was about to open the door.

"President." Takasaki Shido bowed.

"Shitong, I'm about to get off work, let's go to the izakaya for a drink?"

Teraoka Yoshitoki put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile, but he noticed that Takasaki Shido had a serious expression and his smile gradually disappeared.

"What happened?"

Takasaki Shido replied in a deep voice: "Our people were beaten. Kuroda, Shosuke and Yuuma were seriously injured. One of them had a broken leg and is now in the hospital."

"what?!"

There are only a few dozen people in the Bianchuan Society. As the laws have become increasingly strict, fewer and fewer young people are willing to join the underworld since the Heisei era.

This time, we lost three people inexplicably, one of whom was a middle or senior level cadre like my younger brother. It can be said that the loss is huge.

"What's going on? There hasn't been any friction between our Bianchuan Club and other groups recently?"

"We don't know yet. Kuroda and his friends were found by a drunk and dumped in an alley in Minami-Senju. The scene was cleaned up very well. They might have offended someone difficult to deal with."

"How about this? I'll go to the hospital to see them first. Can you, Shi Tong, take me to look after the office?"

After saying this, Yoshitoki Teraoka took his three younger brothers and drove to the hospital overnight.

As a qualified boss, he understood that when his men were beaten, the first thing he should do was to visit his younger brothers instead of seeking revenge.

Besides, we don’t even know who our enemy is now, so we have to ask Kuroda and the others first.

After asking at the nurses' station, Yoshitoki Teraoka came to the ward where Takeshi Kuroda and the others were.

As soon as I entered, I saw Kuroda and the other three lying on the hospital beds. They all had bruised faces and noses, gauze wrapped around their heads, and the doctors had not had time to treat their broken legs.

Komura Masasuke was in a coma, while Kuroda Takeshi and Yoshiwara Yuma were staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Hearing Teraoka Yoshitoki coming in, the two turned their heads. Kuroda Takeshi nodded in greeting, while Yoshiwara Yuuma had tears in his eyes and said, "Brother!"

Teraoka Yoshitoki nodded to Yoshiwara Yuma with a serious face and sat down beside Kuroda Takeshi's bed.

"Which group did it? The Goto family or the Haoyou Society?" Kuroda Takeshi stared at him with dark blue eyes, not saying a word.

Got beaten silly? Teraoka Yoshitoki frowned slightly and looked at Yoshiwara Yuma.

"What's up with him?"

Yoshihara Yuuma said with a sad face: "President, Kuroda's teeth were knocked out and his jaw was dislocated. He can't speak now."

So hateful?
How much hatred?
Teraoka Yoshitoki was stunned for a second, "Then tell me, what happened?"

"It wasn't the mafia who did it. It was the high school student named Dongye who our employer had asked us to punish. He beat us up."

"Higashino Yu?" Teraoka Yoshitoki raised his head suddenly, somewhat incredulous, "He managed to deal with the three of you all by himself?"

Yoshiwara Yuuma and Komura Masusuke are the new generation of the Heikawa-kai. They have only joined for a few years, so it is normal that they cannot fight.

But Kuroda Takeshi is an old member of the society. He has worked with me since the Showa era and is also a disciple of the Katori Shinto-Ryu clan of Tenka Shoden.

With his swordsmanship, he is very skilled in fighting in the underworld and is well-known in the underworld as the "Black Field who can break bamboo".

Didn't even hit him?

"That guy attacked us by surprise, and Zhengjie was almost beaten to death by him."

"He was as strong as an ox. He punched me and it took me five minutes to recover. Brother Kuroda fought him with a knife, but it seemed he didn't win."

Yoshiwara Yuma said with a flushed face that he rushed over like a fool and didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. He was just hit by a punch and fell to the ground with his eyes black and dizzy.

Martial arts master?

Teraoka Yoshitoki has been active in the underworld for many years and has encountered people who were very good at fighting since their youth. However, when he heard that he had killed Kuroda, he was still a little surprised and suspicious.

But since the parties involved have said so, it doesn’t matter whether I believe it or not. The problem now is how to solve this matter.

Yoshitoki Teraoka understood what happened.

The guy killed Masasuke with a sneak attack, while Yuuma and Kuroda-san were defeated head-on.

No wonder the employer is so generous with the money, this guy is not easy to mess with.

Yoshitoki Teraoka stroked his chin in silence for a few seconds, and did not immediately return to the affairs team to gather his subordinates to cause trouble for him.

Although the other party is just an orphan from Kyoto, the Heikawa-kai is just a subordinate organization of the Inakyo-kai.

What's more, times have changed. The island country's police are now constantly improving their countermeasures against violent gangs. This is no longer the era when the underworld could run rampant, and the concrete pillars under Tokyo Bay have become something like an urban legend.

Nowadays, gangsters who think of resorting to violence when encountering problems will only be eliminated and abandoned by the times.

After all, if the police were to catch him with solid evidence of a serious crime, even the chairman of the Shanhe Group would have to go to jail.

This matter needs to be considered in the long run.

Yoshitoki Teraoka made some plans in his mind and reached out to hold Kuroda Takeshi's hand to comfort him first.

No, draft it, no!
Kuroda Takeshi widened his bloodshot eyes and noticed that Teraoka Yoshitoki was about to shake his hand. He moved his hip muscles like Patrick Star, trying to move away from him.

Seeing how excited he was, Teraoka Yoshitoki thought he was moved and smiled gently, "Kuroda-kun, you——"

As he said that, he pulled Kuroda Takeshi's hand.

"what!"

Kuroda Takeshi's eyes widened with tears, his mouth opened, revealing a bloody mouth, and he screamed.

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