Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Now that the meters are running, I feel a sense of urgency and I need to speed things up.

Xiuming found a landline at the nurses' station in the adjacent outpatient building and called Dazhu, asking him to stir things up again.

The gist is: the mysterious person who wants to save Katsuya Yagami is not only incredibly skilled, but will also arrive very quickly. We need to find a way to prevent Katsuya Yagami from being rescued so easily... Should we break one of his legs...?

Of course, he also gave Daisuke a special reminder not to actually interrupt him. Also, both of them had pistols at their waists that they could draw at any time, just in case something went wrong and they could lead Haruo to the toilet or fire escape after they arrived.

Not long after Hideaki hung up the phone, a second intelligence report showed that Haruo's act of breaking Yagami Katsu's leg was in progress.

Xiuming immediately set off, and while passing by an office, he casually stole a disposable mask, a disposable medical cap, and a white coat.

The woman in the white coat smelled strongly of perfume and had a doctor's professional ID photo hanging on her chest. She was a female assistant in the urology department, and she was blonde. Was she here for an internship?

Walking is fast, but taking an elevator feels a bit slow.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the hallway echoed with Katsuya Yagami's weak groans of pain, Haruo's panting shouts, and Daisuke's guilty cheers.

Katsuya Yagami was still lying in the hospital bed, but his left leg was being supported on Keizo's shoulder by Keizo, who was squatting in a horse stance.

Opposite him was Zhifu, who was like a boxer hitting a punching bag, pounding punches at Yagami Katsumi.

I don't know how Daisuke instigated this, wanting to break his leg with a single blow. If they keep hitting him like that, he'll never break it in his lifetime...

Look at the white-painted steel pipe under Zhifu's feet, which looks like a bed leg. He must be warming up now.

Xiuming adjusted his mask, buttoned up his white coat, and then pushed open the ward door.

"Sir, please do not mistreat the patient; he needs rest."

Xiuming feigned a hint of anxiety and trepidation as he ran to the bedside, saying, "You don't want the police to come either, do you?"

Due to the strenuous exercise, Zhifu's face was already covered in sweat. After catching his breath, he frowned, turned around, and said, "Get lost! Or I'll use you as a punching bag..."

“My dear husband,” Daisuke said, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket after receiving a wink from Hideaki, “let’s go outside for a smoke and a break… There was a female doctor earlier, she had a fantastic figure, and she was a foreign girl the hospital hired, with big, wavy blonde hair…”

"Oh?" Haruo's eyes lit up, seemingly forgetting about Hideaki's presence. He pulled Daisuke out the door, "Keizai-kun, keep an eye on this pervert. I'll be back in a bit..."

This shows that Jing San's status is not as high as Zhi Fu's.

Daisuke also told Shigeo to wait in the ward.

On the hospital bed, Yagami Katsu's eyes were fixed on Hideaki.

Xiuming pretended not to see and followed him out the door.

Chapter 176 To deal with your husband, please be patient.

"Ah-da~~~ Oh~~~"

Daisuke has lived for over twenty years. He started fighting when he was twelve. He can't remember how many times he's been beaten or how many people he's beaten.

But with over ten years of real-life fighting experience, he also knows a common phenomenon: the person being hit will appear to be in great pain.

For example, right now, Zhifu is kneeling on the fire escape stairs, his forearm being stepped on by Xiuming's shoes, and his expression is one of great pain.

What Daisuke found hard to understand was that Hideaki's expression also seemed to be in great pain.

Because Xiuming was wearing a light blue disposable mask, his whole face couldn't be seen, but the look in his eyes showed pain, which could be seen from the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

Just moments ago, Daisuke and Haruo had turned into the fire escape stairwell when Hideaki behind them suddenly let out a Bruce Lee-esque scream.

Daisuke was startled and almost screamed as well. Before the cigarette case in his hand could fall to the ground, his vision blurred and Hideaki appeared behind Haruo as if he had teleported, opened his big hand, grabbed Haruo's scalp and hair, and pulled him down.

That wasn't the end of it. As soon as Zhifu fell, he stomped on Zhifu's forearm and started grinding it like a trotting dance.

His slightly bent leg indicated that he was using all his strength.

Haruo stared at Hideaki, his wide-open eyes filled with pain, confusion, and anger... His face was deathly pale, and no sound came out of his agape mouth.

Xiuming met his gaze, shuffling his feet and shaking his head, accompanied by a sharp, melodious shout: "Oh~~~~"

Daisuke's scalp tingled with fear, not only from Hideaki's shrill screams and their identical expressions of pain, but also from Hideaki's sudden sneak attack... It showed absolutely no sense of Bushido.

If we had to say who was in more pain, it would be Haruo, but Mr. Hideaki's screams were even louder than Haruo's.

Daisuke instinctively leaned against the fire door, clenched his fists in front of his chest, and gasped for breath, baring his teeth.

For some reason, he felt very embarrassed...

Perhaps it was only at this moment that Zhifu realized he had been ambushed. The complex emotions in his eyes turned into anger. He reached around his waist with his left hand, which had not been stepped on, to draw his pistol.

"Ada~~~!"

Hideaki let out another loud scream. Just as Zhifu raised his left hand, it was stomped on the steps with lightning speed, the pistol slipping from his hand and falling into the corner of the wall. Hideaki's foot continued to grind it down, accompanied by a sharp, shrill, head-shaking scream, "Oh~~~~"

"what!!!"

Haruo finally let out a miserable scream, but it was still not as powerful and sharp as Hideaki's, even though Haruo was covered in cold sweat.

"No, please don't step on it..."

Daisuke realized that he should do something now, otherwise he would arouse suspicion, especially since Keizo was still in the ward...

He walked around to Xiuming, enduring the numbness all over his body, and waved his hands, saying, "Sir, please don't mistreat my friend. He already has a broken bone; if you step on him again, it will shatter... Please..."

"Oh~~~" Hideaki kept screaming at the end, his posture unchanged, his brows furrowed, and his eyes turned to Daisuke.

Daisuke couldn't help but gasp. He was really ruthless, fast and ruthless. He broke someone's arm with one kick and then rolled it around... Could it be that he's going to take me down too to make it more realistic?

"My dear husband, please bear with me. I'll call Jing Sanjun to help!"

Daisuke practically jumped up, lunged to the fire door, pulled it open, and jumped out again.

As the fire door closed again, Xiuming's scream also came to an end.

It's so exhilarating! It feels like as long as I shout it out, I can unleash my full potential.

Then Hideaki released his foot from grinding against Haruo's arm, put the pistol in the corner into his pocket, and sat down on the steps with the toes of his shoes pointing directly at Haruo's face.

"Sir, I... I was just saying that in anger, I didn't mean to use you as a punching bag... Please forgive my slip of the tongue..."

Zhifu looked like he was in pain, and there was even a hint of grievance in his pained eyes.

Of course, there was also a hint of forbearance mixed in with the grievance.

The only interaction I had with this doctor was when I casually threatened him just now.

Don't take it seriously at all! His bones are broken... I really want to shoot him dead.

"You just smashed your Game Boy handheld game console. For that, I hope you can give me a good review."

Xiuming got straight to the point. Although the topic was quite broad and lacked any logical flow, he held the initiative and could say whatever he wanted.

"what?"

Zhifu was stunned. Could it be that he hit me because I smashed my own Game Boy handheld game console?

How is this possible? Is he insane? This is even more absurd than being threatened...

Xiuming's eyes widened, "Ah-da~"

"I give you a good review!" Zhifu jumped, his forehead hitting the ground. "I'll never smash a Game Boy again. If you like it, I'll buy you a new one..."

Zhifu secretly thought that if he really wanted to, he would take the opportunity of giving away the game console to have Keizo shoot him dead.

[One good achievement achieved]

Xiuming was secretly pleased. He clenched his fist and shook it above Xiuming's head, saying, "Regarding what you did to the patient earlier... well, it seems I also mistreated you. So give me a good review too."

"I also give you a good review."

Haruo's face flushed red, and he lowered his head, not wanting Xiuming to see the rage, hatred, and humiliation overflowing from his eyes, which was clearly a deliberate attempt to insult him.

"Kill him! I must kill him!" Zhifu roared inwardly, his shoulders trembling as he tried to clench his fists, but a piercing pain shot through his arms, and he couldn't help but groan in pain.

[Two good achievements achieved]

The third piece of information about Zhifu hasn't changed yet.

Take good care of yourself! See you again sometime.

Xiuming stood up, kicked Zhifu's butt with his foot, tucked his pistol into his pocket, opened the fire door, and walked out of the fire escape staircase.

Daisuke was sitting on a nearby chair waiting. He glanced furtively at the fire door, then gestured to Hideaki, "I'm going to call someone. You should go now." He then ran towards the ward.

It's around 2 PM now. If Zhifu is going to the "Dream France" nightclub, it must be in the evening, since they only have exciting shows at night.

Was it because Daisuke mentioned the foreign girls that Zhifu wanted to go to "Dream France"?

Xiuming tugged at the doctor's name tag hanging on his chest. She was indeed a foreign woman, a blonde with blue eyes in her early twenties, an exchange student at Tokyo Medical University.

However, Xiuming wasn't in the mood to look at the foreign girl. Although his white coat had a strong rose scent, it also carried a slight body odor, which was more like Riko's scent.

Considering that Keizo still had a pistol, and that Fukai Jiro would definitely bring a gun later, Hideaki decided to keep the pistol for the time being, and then destroy, discard, or seal it away after dealing with them.

Since his clothes made it inconvenient to hide a gun, Xiuming left the hospital wearing a white coat.

Mr. Shiraishi's taxi happened to pull up next to Hideaki once again.

This time, Mr. Shiraishi was no longer nonchalant, but rather acted as if to say, "Don't think I came to pick you up in my car. I was just curious why you were wearing a white coat."

He can now openly look at Xiuming.

Xiuming raised his hand, and the taxi immediately stopped right at the door.

Xiuming opened the passenger door, got in, and said, "Let's go home."

"Hmph, what an impolite brat..." Shiraishi Ichiro snorted to himself, and doubled the speedometer.

This time, he wasn't guilty anymore. After all, he had already turned down several clients to pick him up, and although those losses didn't amount to as much as the money he'd made from ripping him off, his own daughter had been kidnapped by him...

Miyamoto 100 Yen Supermarket.

When Chieko burst through the door and yelled at Shiraishi Hitomi to attack Funakawa Yoshiko, Shiraishi Hitomi immediately darted out from beside Chieko.

She took two steps to the bedside where Funakawa Yoshiko was sitting, clenched her little fist, and was about to punch her in the chest.

"No, no!" Riko panicked and quickly hugged Shiraishi Hitomi's lower back. "You can't hit her..."

Riko's biggest worry was this situation, where her own problems would lead to internal strife.

After all, Hideaki always clearly favors himself. If he takes advantage of this favoritism to act arrogantly and recklessly, he will definitely become the pitiful Eri.

Eri has called multiple times, crying and begging, saying she knows she was wrong and will never do it again. She even asked Riko to put in a good word for her with Hideaki and ask for forgiveness, because she's running out of inspiration...

Eri's top priority is clearly drawing those lewd comics; it's as if everything else has to give way to drawing comics.