A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

"Hey! You bastard!" A companion wearing sunglasses and sporting a full-sleeve tattoo extending to his neck immediately growled warily, "How can you be so blunt about something like this with a stranger?!"

"What does it matter?" The colorful-haired youth waved his hand dismissively, even grinning.

"There aren't any real trade secrets here. Aren't we all just trying to make a living?"

Why not earn some extra money by telling harmless little stories?

He turned to Theo, his gaze falling on the pocket where the banknotes were kept, and his tone became somewhat urgent: "That Fukuzawa Yukichi... will you give it to us?"

Ask away, and I'll tell you anything I know.

Theo nodded and continued, "So, does your group still maintain the traditional red-light district and casino businesses?"

"This...is this really something I can just say so casually?" The man with the tattooed arm and sunglasses subconsciously tried to stop him again, his voice tinged with unease.

"What does it matter? We've already come this far." Another young man with fluorescent green hair and a few light scars on his face chimed in.

He flicked his cigarette ash, his tone quite relaxed.

"There are definitely still some, but those old businesses are no longer the focus."

The big shots at the top all found it troublesome and too much trouble, with the police watching them closely. They felt that the profits were not as reliable as selling milk tea or running a logistics business.

Besides, the casinos in this country are all legal pachinko parlors, which are completely different from the "Las Vegas" casinos abroad.

"What about Kabukicho Ichiban-gai?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a brief and subtle silence fell over the alley.

"..." "..." "..."

The brightly colored-haired punk and the man with tattooed arms and sunglasses quickly exchanged a glance. The former cleared his throat, his tone becoming noticeably more ambiguous and cautious:

"Well... we're not in a position to answer that. It involves specific business matters over there, which is... well, a trade secret."

"Yes, yes, trade secrets, trade secrets." The man with the tattooed arm and sunglasses nodded hurriedly in agreement, trying to hide his nervousness with an exaggerated expression.

"If you want to know roughly how much our group earned last year, we can talk about it."

But Kabukicho... I really can't talk about that.

Theo raised one eyebrow slightly, his gaze sweeping between them: "You can't talk about your own group's situation, but... what about the other groups?"

"Can't we say what the other groups are doing over there?"

"Uh—well..." the colorful-haired youth drawled, his eyes darting around.

The man with the tattooed arm and sunglasses gritted his teeth, as if making some kind of decision, and finally lowered his voice as if to "go along with the crowd": "It costs more money."

He pointed to his five or six companions present, his tone carrying a hint of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry):

"One Fukuzawa Yukichi isn't enough for all the brothers to share."

Although the shady dealings on Red Street are an open secret in the industry, you can't easily find out about them without connections.

We've shared inside information with you here, but going back home will be risky. We should at least... get one copy for each of us, right?"

Since he couldn't come up with any exciting exclusive news, he was actually too embarrassed to ask for more money, which was quite honest of him.

Theo nodded without hesitation: "No problem. As long as your information is true."

The young man with the colorful hair took another deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

The smoke twisted and rose under the dim alley lights, like the stories themselves that couldn't be told in the light.

"Many girls from Southeast Asia," he said in a low voice, "are lured here by the Inagawa Association under the guise of 'high-paying jobs' or 'enjoying life abroad'."

Once they arrived, they were controlled and became victims of sex trafficking.

The man with the tattooed arm and sunglasses continued, "Inagawa is involved in extortion, money laundering, arms smuggling, prostitution, human trafficking, and drug trafficking."

This is all written in the US government's sanctions regulations, so it must be true.

I once went to a restaurant run by the Inagawa-kai when I was delivering packages, and there were even minors there!

Not only influential figures in business and politics frequent the area, but even American scumbags do. It's touted as the country's "Lolita Island"—truly, its influence is absolute!

"And even after the sanctions," the green-haired, pockmarked man added unhurriedly, "their shady dealings have never really stopped."

There must be someone protecting them; those who know the ins and outs understand the intricacies.

As for whether you dare to write the press release, whether it will be published smoothly, and whether it will be immediately "whitewashed" and disappear—”

He shrugged, revealing a knowing yet slightly mocking smile.

"Then we don't know, and it's not our business."

Theo did not respond to his teasing, but silently took out a coin from his pocket and flicked it lightly with his thumb.

The coin traced a gleaming silver arc in the air, twirled several times, emitting a soft buzzing sound, and finally landed steadily in his outstretched palm.

Face up.

He put the coins away and nodded. "Okay, thank you."

The group of young men with flamboyant, unconventional hairstyles looked at each other, momentarily stunned.

"They... they actually use a coin toss to determine if it's real or fake?" The colorful-haired punk couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his face filled with disbelief. "Isn't that... a bit too casual?"

"But we're telling the truth!"

The man with the tattooed arm and sunglasses quickly tried to cover up his mistake, his tone urgent.

"Anyway, the place is inside Kabukicho Ichiban-gai, you can just go and take a walk and you'll be able to confirm it."

There are absolutely no foreigners in our Sumiyoshi-kai-gumi store, so we're not afraid of any official surprise inspections at all; we're very law-abiding.

The green-haired, pockmarked man stubbed out his cigarette and said seriously, "Whether or not to investigate further, and how to investigate, is your own business."

We're all about loyalty; no matter how much money you offer, we can't reveal all the secrets of our big brothers.

Today I'm just giving you a general overview, hoping to get some compensation for my trouble so you can have something to report back to.

"So... can you give us the money now?"

Dio said no more.

He calmly took out his wallet, picked up a brand-new Fukuzawa Yukichi from his fingertips, and handed one to each of them in turn to their eagerly outstretched hands. His movements were steady and without the slightest hesitation.

"Thanks! The boss is very generous!"

"If there are any more good opportunities like this 'social survey' in the future, feel free to contact us!"

"Welcome back again!"

Amidst several uneven bows and expressions of gratitude, tinged with a sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry), Dioli landed, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the depths of Shinjuku's alleyways.

He did not punish them.

These people operate in the gray area, helping others with smuggling and making money in the shadows; they certainly cannot be called good people.

But they weren't bad enough either.

They were even willing to give him clues about the real perpetrators, though they dared not reveal the specifics.

They are the epitome of this "sad era".

Theo recalled the annotation in the book: "Severity lacking anger will eventually degenerate into a cold, orderly machine."

Now, he has found the fuel for his anger.

Theo's anger was not directed at the Sumiyoshi-kai underlings who did odd jobs, but at those who were hiding deeper and truly committing evil.

Gangster underlings are just dust in the wind.

Those sleight of hand who lure young girls.

Those pimps who control and exploit them.

Those Inagawa-kai executives who remain at large after the sanctions were imposed.

Those powerful figures who provide them with a "protective umbrella" are hiding somewhere.

And then there are the giants across the ocean who control the economic lifeline of the underground world.

These people truly deserve to be put on trial!