Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Maruyama Ichiro suddenly knelt down in front of Umezu Midori with a thud. His face turned red with anger, and he was about to get up when Hideaki stepped on his bare back, which was covered with red welts from being whipped. He knelt down, his face turning bright red, and he turned around sharply to glare at Hideaki.

"What exactly do you want?" Perhaps because Xiuming was naked down there, his expression froze slightly, and he lowered his head, gritting his teeth as he continued, "Do you dare tell me your name?"

After all, he was a civil servant. Even if he wasn't very successful in the tax bureau, he was an unapproachable and unassailable figure in the eyes of ordinary people, exuding an aura of authority.

Xiuming kicked him in the butt and said, "No way!"

Umezu Midori was taken aback, then burst out laughing while holding her golf club.

Maruyama Ichiro, his face contorted with humiliation and resentment, gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Hideaki stepped on his back, grabbed the golf club from Umezu Midori's hand, and slammed it into his buttocks, saying, "Those who threatened me, Fukai Jiro, I've cut them into pieces, put them in a refrigerated medical kit, and turned them into money. I think you're quite valuable..."

"You think you can scare me by saying that!"

Maruyama Ichiro's face trembled from the slaps, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Since Xiuming had just put away his pistol, he became even more convinced that Xiuming wouldn't dare to kill him.

It's just physical pain; he'll bear it and it'll pass... He secretly vowed to himself, "Don't let me find an opportunity... Fukai Jiro!!"

He didn't know Jiro Fukai before, but he remembers him now.

Seeing how stubborn he was, Xiuming also became defiant and immediately changed the belt, continuing to whip him hard, determined not to believe he wouldn't soften up.

"Ah! Mr. Fukai, please stop hitting me..." Maruyama Ichiro cried out after only three blows, "Just stop hitting me... What do you want?"

“I thought you were so stubborn…” Xiuming threw the belt on the carpet.

While Hideaki was whipping Maruyama Ichiro, Umezu Midori ran into the bedroom to get the divorce papers. As soon as Hideaki threw away the belt, she ran out almost excitedly.

He threw the divorce papers and a pen at Maruyama Ichiro's face, jumped onto Hideaki, hugged Hideaki's neck, and roared, "Sign it!"

Maruyama Ichiro's eyes flashed with a mixture of humiliation and anger. His hand trembled as he picked up the pen, about to sign his name on the divorce papers, when his expression changed and he roared, "You vicious woman, how dare you ask for a billion yen as compensation!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Xiuming kicked him in the face. "I'm being kind enough by not taking your life."

After being kicked to the ground, Maruyama Ichiro became frightened again, seemingly losing his mind, and roared at Hideaki: "You adulterer, do you dare to take my life!"

"I see you're being stubborn again." Hideaki put down Umezu Midori and then hooked the belt with his foot.

Maruyama Ichiro's eyes widened in fury: "Go ahead and hit me! Hit me if you dare... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Hideaki lashed his mouth with a belt. Just as he was about to strike a second time, Maruyama Ichiro's legs buckled, and he knelt back on the carpet, clutching his twitching face. His other hand, resting on his knee, clenched into a fist, cracking as he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fukai... This is not an amount I can afford. Please... please reconsider, please!!!"

In divorce proceedings, property division involves the equal distribution of marital property, including real estate and savings.

Of course, due to domestic violence, there will be some bias in the division of property, and the victim of domestic violence can also claim a certain amount of mental distress compensation, which is called consolation money in the divorce damages.

Umezu Midori jumped onto Hideaki again, wrapped her legs around his waist, put her arms around his neck, and sneered at Maruyama Ichiro: "Don't think I don't know that you embezzled so much money and split it into many secret accounts. This little bit of money is nothing to you."

"you!"

Maruyama Ichiro was on the verge of exploding with rage again, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

It seems to be because Midori Umezu jumped onto Hideaki, and in such an ambiguous way...

Xiuming raised the belt again, covered his face and lowered his head sharply, saying, "I'm law-abiding and have never embezzled a single penny. Do you have any proof?"

Umezu Midori's face stiffened. She hadn't found any evidence, but Maruyama Ichiro had so much spare money to keep a mistress and even bought her two houses. To say he hadn't embezzled money was something even a dog wouldn't believe.

"Alright, stop being so wishy-washy!" Hideaki impatiently kicked the divorce papers to Maruyama Ichiro's side and continued, "You're a civil servant, do you really need this little bit of money? You can easily embezzle a little bit, so just sign it."

"I could never have embezzled!" Maruyama Ichiro roared. "Without evidence, you're slandering me! I want..."

“Okay, okay, okay, everyone knows now, you’re an honest civil servant,” Xiuming interrupted him, and continued, “You’re a domestic abuser, that’s a fact! Do you still want to keep your civil servant status? Do you still want a promotion? Are you afraid of being exposed?”

Maruyama Ichiro said with a stiff neck, "Even if it's exposed, I still can't come up with that much money."

Maruyama Ichiro can now be said to be fearless about the exposure, because he hasn't hit Umezu Midori for a month, and the previous injuries are probably no longer visible. Moreover, the last time he committed the assault, he used a blunt instrument, and there were no obvious external injuries... As for other women, what right do they have?

“I don’t care if you have that much money or not,” Xiuming said, his face darkening. He took a step forward with his belt and said, “From now on, if you don’t sign, I’ll whip you every second.”

“You, you can’t do this…” Maruyama Ichiro said, picking up the pen again and trembling as he wrote his name on the divorce agreement. “You’re forcing an honest civil servant into corruption… You… you’ll go to hell…”

He really knows how to pat himself on the back.

After Maruyama Ichiro signed the document, Umezu Midori picked up the divorce agreement, looked down at it, and smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Then, with an excited shriek, she jumped onto Hideaki, pecked him on the cheek, pressed her face against his, and turned to Maruyama Ichiro with a cold smile: "You incompetent man, he's a million times better than you...blah blah blah..."

Maruyama Ichiro's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Keep this to yourself, don't show off!" Xiuming quickly covered her mouth, then put her down, pointed to Uno who was still kneeling and hiding, and said, "Go see how she is, and ask her if she wants to come with us."

Hideaki estimated that if he and Umezu Midori left, the enraged Maruyama Ichiro would definitely assault that woman again.

Umezu Midori jumped next to Uno and first looked at her face. She was a strange woman, probably there to make money...

Umezu Midori shrugged and chuckled coldly, saying, "Let's go to my room, I'll find you a decent set of clothes..."

Uno's body trembled slightly, but he remained kneeling on the ground, covering his face, motionless.

Umezu Midori looked at Hideaki and said, "Why don't you carry her into the bedroom?"

"I...I can walk by myself..." Uno uttered a soft sob, barely audible.

After Umezu Midori pulled Uno into the bedroom, Hideaki sat on the sofa. Maruyama Ichiro, still bare-chested with red welts from being whipped, knelt beside the coffee table, his head slightly lowered, squinting at Hideaki with a sinister and venomous look in his eyes.

Hideaki tapped the broken glass on the coffee table with a golf club and said, "Your corneas are quite nice. I, Fukai Jiro, have sold so many human organs, but this is the first time I've found corneas with such unique features. They should fetch a high price."

Maruyama Ichiro didn't speak, glancing sideways at Hideaki's eyes before slowly straightening them, remaining kneeling motionless.

Endurance is a fine tradition of the Yamato people... As long as revenge can be achieved, any price to pay and any humiliation to suffer is worthwhile... Fukai Jiro, just you wait! I will find you.

Today's grudge will be repaid tenfold...

As summer approaches, the sun at six o'clock in the afternoon is still bright, but it is no longer scorching. There is even a gentle breeze after you step out of the building.

Not far away, next to a Korean kimchi and grocery store, parked a brand-new, black Toyota Crown.

Ichiro Shiraishi, dressed in a smart silver suit and shiny black leather shoes, sat on the hood of a car, an unlit cigarette between his right fingers, his gaze fixed on the end of the street with a melancholy expression and a deep look in his eyes.

The still-charming proprietress of the general store was squatting at the doorway, making kimchi, wearing a floral dress. Her neckline was rather low, and her knees were touching her chest, making the low neckline even more open... She also glanced at Shiraishi Ichiro from time to time.

"This old fellow is really patient..." Xiuming thought to himself.

Meijin Midori ran out of the building entrance, stood by the roadside, opened her arms, tilted her head back and took a deep breath. Her chest quickly swelled up, and Xiuming's black top seemed a little tight on her.

"I'm free!!!" Midori Umezu shouted to the sky.

"Stop yelling and get in the car!"

As Hideaki spoke, he waved to Ichiro Shiraishi.

Ichiro Shiraishi slowly lowered the hood, put the cigarette back in the pack... The car slowly started moving, and it took ten seconds to travel a distance of more than ten meters.

This pretentious guy...

"Where would you like to get off, Miss Uno? I'll take you straight home!" Hideaki said, turning around as he untied the towel from the passenger seat.

I never expected that Ms. Uno would be a junior civil servant...

Uno Kazue was wearing a navy green long-sleeved outfit by Umezu Midori, along with sunglasses and a hat, but the sunglasses couldn't hide the red bruises on her face.

"Akihabara... thank you..."

Because the atmosphere was a bit off, Ichiro Shiraishi drove a little faster.

No one spoke the whole way until they delivered Uno Kazue to their destination.

“Go to Seibu Shinjuku Station,” Hideaki glanced at Ichiro Shiraishi’s hesitant expression and continued, “Mr. Shiraishi, do you remember my girlfriend’s mansion?”

Before the third intelligence of Zhifu has been activated, "Dream France" is located in Kabukicho Ichiban-gai. You can go to Ayako's villa and wait for a while. From there, it's only a few minutes' walk to Kabukicho Ichiban-gai.

"It's that woman named Ayako, isn't it..."

Ichiro Shiraishi glanced sideways at Midori Umezu. That beast's added another woman. Oh well, let him add as many as he wants…

What happened to that woman? I had a feeling she got a beating... Could it have been that little bastard?

Then my daughter is in danger... But when I was driving here just now, Hitomi said she was very happy...

“Mr. Shiraishi, please speak your mind. You’ll be my personal driver from now on, so there can’t be any secrets, or I won’t feel at ease.”

“Well… it is a little thing,” Shiraishi Ichiro said somewhat awkwardly, carefully observing Hideaki’s expression, and continued, “When I asked your wife for money to buy a car, perhaps I accidentally said that I really liked this car… and then, she gave it to me. What a mess, really, I feel so unworthy of it…”

Of course, the truth is that Ichiro Shiraishi couldn't resist calling his friends to go see the car first. He felt very proud in front of his friends and boasted that he would buy one outright that day.

His friends certainly didn't believe him, thinking he was bragging. Ichiro Shiraishi couldn't stand the ridicule and skepticism, so he told his friends to wait at the 4S store and drove back to Riko's supermarket as fast as he could.

Ignoring the dissuasive look from Shiraishi Hitomi, he found Riko and relayed Hideaki's words truthfully.

Riko already knew about the father-daughter relationship between Hitomi Shiraishi and Ichiro Shiraishi, and without hesitation transferred 510 million yen to Ichiro Shiraishi's bank account.

Ichiro Shiraishi rushed back to the 4S store, intending to register the car under the name of Hideaki Company. However, with too many people questioning him, he reluctantly registered his own name to avoid embarrassment.

His career was ruined... After registering, he flew into a rage and immediately cut ties with his friends.

If he were to transfer the property again, he would have to pay an additional fee, which he doesn't have.

He rushed back to the supermarket in a panic, knelt down in front of Riko, knowing that Riko had a good temper, and didn't hide anything. He then begged for forgiveness, saying that he would definitely return the car after he got his salary.

Riko panicked on the spot. After all, having such an elderly father kneeling before her was an unbearable burden. She waved her hands as she tried to dodge, blurting out, "It's okay, it's okay, it's fine as it is. My husband will be sitting here anyway, and besides, Hitomi-chan is... well... you're practically a father-in-law to me..."

Afterwards, Ichiro Shiraishi reflected on the matter and thought it over carefully. What Riko said seemed to make some sense. She was practically his father-in-law, so asking him for a car should be reasonable, right? After all, he didn't seem like a stingy person...

Of course, now that Shiraishi Ichiro had said that, he felt a little uneasy. If he weren't broke, he would have really wanted to pay for the gas himself to ask for forgiveness.

"Since it was given to you by Riko, you can keep it!" Hideaki sensed something was wrong from his expression, but it wasn't a big deal. He turned to Riko and then said, "You'll have to pay for your own gas from now on; it'll be deducted from your salary."

Even so, his salary will definitely be ridiculously high in the future, so that little bit of gas money is nothing; it's just a casual remark to give him a heads-up.

Chapter 182 I have to find you guys something to do.

The brand-new black Toyota Crown slowly drove up to the courtyard of Ayako's large villa and stopped behind a black iron electric gate.

“Mr. Shiraishi, you don’t have a portable phone yet, do you?” As Hideaki opened the passenger door, Midori Umezu in the back seat suddenly said, “Hideaki-kun doesn’t have one either. How about I transfer you some money so you can buy two phones?”

Despite the economic downturn, Midori Umezu, as the head of the sales department at the stock exchange, is a high-income earner and has some savings of her own.

Moreover, when he was at home just now, he extorted a large sum of money from Maruyama Ichiro, demanding 20 million yen as a down payment, with the remainder to be paid in installments. Of course, he didn't have that much cash on the spot, so he emptied his bank account.

Umezu Midori has no idea what to do with such a large sum of money.