Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Meeting Hideaki's suspicious gaze, Chieko felt a little nervous and subconsciously picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Had another episode of vomiting?" Xiuming's face stiffened. He gritted his teeth, stood up from the sofa, and said with a sense of tragic determination, "We're in a hurry, let's just do it in the kitchen."

Ah, responsibility!

"what……"

At 9:30, Xiuming slowly walked out of the elevator.

Like a shy young bride, Chieko covered her flushed face, lowered her head, and ran out of the elevator. "Hideaki-kun, I... I'll go see if President Riko has found a moving company..."

run away.

“Youth is wonderful…” Xiuming stood downstairs, looking up at the sky, and suddenly sighed, “I’m becoming a tool.”

I got into the Toyota Crown that Ichiro Shiraishi had parked at the intersection.

He separated the driver's seat with two white partitions and said with a blank expression, "If you're still not comfortable with this, you can get a stretch Lincoln."

"Stop talking nonsense," Hideaki was still annoyed that Ezaki wasn't answering the phone. After all, it was a matter of life and death. He wanted to say a few harsh words to Shiraishi Ichiro, but when he thought of his daughter's situation, he closed his eyes. "Go to Kabukicho."

"Go there so early in the morning... Indulge yourself now, and when I get to that age, you'll be crying..." Shiraishi Ichiro muttered to himself as he slowly started the car.

Hideaki's cell phone rang; it was Ezaki calling.

Hideaki really wanted to hang up, which made Ezaki anxious, but he couldn't take Fukai Jiro's matter lightly, so he suppressed his anger and answered the call.

Ezaki's leisurely voice: "You called me? What's up? Was it necessary to call so many times?"

Chapter 192 Pachinko Shop

Calling multiple times and getting no answer is very frustrating, and the more important the matter, the more likely it is to make people irritable.

Hideaki didn't have much patience to begin with. When Ezaki called back, his unhurried tone almost made Hideaki explode again.

Last night, we focused our intelligence on Zhifu.

The first piece of information is that the two grenades that Haruo requested from Jiro Fukai are now complete. This information will disappear once a positive review is received.

The second piece of information regarding the kidnapping of Maruyama Ichiro is currently underway.

The third point, namely, eavesdropping on intelligence regarding the assassination plan for Yoko Ezaki, has not yet begun.

Even though the plan hasn't started yet, it's easy to predict that Jiro Fukai definitely has this idea in mind; he's just gathering people and discussing and assigning tasks.

"I thought you were very sensible, you idiot." Hideaki teased her irritably, then changed the subject, "Fukai Jiro is back from his business trip. I have reliable intelligence that he is planning to assassinate you. What do you plan to do?"

Under normal circumstances, after Ezaki, as the president, and his entourage of senior executives arrive, a group of his underlings will come to pick them up in a car. With so many people around, an assassin might blend into the crowd and carry out an assassination attempt on Ezaki, or perhaps even plant a bomb in Ezaki's car.

However, because Ezaki wanted Hideaki to greet her at the port, but didn't want to lose face in front of her underlings, she didn't notify the gang members who stayed behind to greet her, but the time when the cargo ship would arrive at the port had already been announced.

The cargo ship docked at 2 p.m.

The best time for the assassination was at the port after disembarking, on the way to the "Yamaga-gumi" headquarters.

"You don't need to worry about it, and don't come to Yokohama Port anymore. I'll come find you then." Ezaki was silent for a moment, then said, "If you don't have anything else, I'll hang up."

Xiuming guessed that Jiangqi would say that, after all, she had been spreading the word that he was her family's live-in son-in-law, so she would definitely not want her man to be in danger. Now he was just telling her about this so that she could take precautions.

As for whether she should take charge or go to the port, that was beyond her control. She decided to first stake out the "Night Paris Pachinko Parlor".

"Alright, I was just letting you know." Xiuming replied casually, "If all else fails, you can call the police, tell them about your dark past, and hide in jail for a few years. A female gangster boss calling the police for help will definitely make the headlines."

When she called Ezaki earlier to inform him of Fukai Ichiro's death, she also advised Hideaki after learning that Fukai Jiro had a photo of Hideaki.

"Hehehe..." Ezaki chuckled a few times, "Why don't you go hide in prison for a few years? I'll give you a murder charge, like pushing Yamanaka Hideaki off a building and taking his wife or something."

"I think your face is itchy again," Xiuming said, his hair standing on end. "Don't make such silly jokes, or we won't even be able to be friends anymore, and you'll regret it."

"hehe."

Jiang Qi chuckled and hung up the phone. It was as if she was kindly reminding him that it was also dangerous, while also testing his limits. It wasn't fun at all.

Since Riko always forgives her husband, he must know how to reciprocate, and Riko's position remains unshakable.

At 8:10, Kabukicho was quiet except for a few scattered drunkards on the roadside and not many people. However, there were long queues of people in front of pachinko parlors and arcades. Wearing slippers and with pale faces, they seemed to be saying things like "a stray dog" and "life is meaningless".

They were all young men, their faces still showing the naivety of college students; they were probably a group of college graduates who couldn't find jobs.

The result of trying to change society is being brutally beaten by it, leaving one with only a bitter, awkward smile through tears: It's difficult, all of it is difficult, all of it is difficult.

Pachinko parlors open at 8:30 p.m., but "Night Paris Pachinko" had a sign on its shutter door saying it was temporarily closed.

Just as Xiuming took out his mobile phone to call Daisuke to inquire about the situation at the store, a gray van quickly pulled up in front of the iron roll shop.

Then two men in black suits and masks led a man who was bound hand and foot and whose head was covered with a black cloth off the train.

A masked man with casts on both hands jumped out of the passenger seat of the van.

The rolling shutter door was lifted halfway with a clatter, and they kicked the tied-up man inside, then crawled in after him.

The second piece of information regarding the kidnapping of Maruyama Ichiro has been completed. All that's left is to give a positive review.

It seems that Jiro Fukai is in the store.

Considering that his photos were already in Fukai Jiro's hands, Hideaki put down his cell phone, turned into the nearest hair salon, dyed his hair blonde, and changed out of the all-black fitted suit that Ayako had made for him into a cheap, casual, loose-fitting tracksuit.

Daisuke pulled open the rolling shutter door and saw Hideaki standing at the door. His expression changed, his face bruised and swollen. He pushed and shoved him, cursing, "We're not open today. Get out of the way, you stinky blondie!"

A smell of feces wafted from Daisuke.

Xiuming quickly took two steps back, frowned, and asked, "Did you eat shit?"

Daisuke's ears twitched as he recognized Hideaki's voice, and his face instantly turned aggrieved.

Last night, when Jiro Fukai came back, he was in a very bad mood. He kicked and punched Daisuke again, and then made him go into the septic tank to retrieve guns. Wearing a protective suit and an oxygen tank, he used a long pole and a strong magnet to stir the water until dawn, managing to retrieve two guns. He also used a fishing net to retrieve two hand grenades, and almost died in the process.

Xiuming expressed his sympathy and condolences for his plight.

Then the story unfolds, for example: According to reliable sources, Jiro Fukai is plotting to assassinate Yoko...

Daisuke's expression changed instantly, and he immediately declared: "Yoko's safety is paramount. If necessary, I'm willing to die with that bastard... as long as the organization takes good care of my grandmother..."

We definitely can't be so reckless. After all, apart from Daisuke and Shigeo who has a catheter inserted, the rest of the people in the shop are Fukai Jiro's men, some guys who would rather die than surrender. And they even have guns.

Hideaki temporarily became Daisuke's underling, sneaking into the store, and then just waiting to lock onto Fukai Jiro at midnight.

As for the positive review from Zhifu, we can only wait and see. Even if we get a positive review, it probably won't be for a good skill. That guy is sitting in the deserted backyard, carefully wiping a green grenade with a dirty rag, wet with water, while sniffing it.

Meanwhile, in Jiro Fukai's office, faint, pitiful wails and pleas for mercy could be heard.

Fukai Jiro is torturing Maruyama Ichiro.

As expected, they were questioning Maruyama Ichiro. Why would they investigate his background when he's a tax inspector? Do they expect him to pay taxes for selling organs or drugs? If they pay taxes to him, what can he do? Is he simply trying to leech off me?

Fukai Jiro's business ventures are not going well this time, and he is unusually irritable.

Jiro Fukai only stopped beating Maruyama Ichiro when his cries of pain were almost gone, after torturing him for a full two hours.

At 11 o'clock, an ambulance stopped in front of the store, and then the unconscious Maruyama Ichiro was carried out by two doctors wearing masks and white coats. He was still being carried on a stretcher and was on an IV drip. It seemed that one of his kidneys had been removed.

About ten minutes later, Jiro Fukai selected a few people to enter his office.

Because the rows of pinball machines in the store effectively blocked the view, and Hideaki deliberately avoided them, Fukai Jiro didn't see him either.

Jiro Fukai's gaze toward Daisuke and Shigeo was meaningful, which made Daisuke break out in a cold sweat, and Shigeo's urine bag, with the catheter inserted, was immediately full.

At this moment, the third piece of intelligence arrived: Haruo was eavesdropping on the plan to assassinate Yoko Ezaki, and it was already underway.

"What does he mean?" Chongxiong, sitting in a wheelchair, looked pale.

“They might be trying to take our kidneys,” Daisuke patted Shigeo on the shoulder and continued, “You should be fine. If your kidneys are damaged, you’ll be in danger since you have catheters in. My kidneys are fine.”

"The doctor said my kidneys aren't damaged, just that my corpus cavernosum is ruptured and swollen, making it difficult to urinate. It'll be fine in a few weeks. To be honest, after I remove the tubes, you'll come with me to the public bathhouse. I'll show you what it means to feel inferior." Chongxiong's initially tense eyes gradually brightened with smugness as he spoke, and he suddenly turned to Xiuming and said, "Thank you."

Chapter 193 Ayako: Who is Midori-chan again?

You're welcome. I'll be happy to help if you need anything.

Hideaki could roughly understand Shigeo's thought process; it was a complex gratitude stemming from his identity as "Yoko's man," and he was trying to curry favor with "Yoko's man."

On his wrist, Tachibana picked out a watch for him that Riko had paid for; the two hands were about to overlap at 12 o'clock in fifteen minutes.

At 11:50, Zhifu's eavesdropping information suddenly changed to a completed status.

It seems the meeting is over, but there are just too many armed people here, so I probably won't get the good review from Zhifu.

It doesn't matter, we'll just lock onto Fukai Jiro as soon as he leaves.

In Jiro Fukai's office, people were leaving in twos and threes. Their expressions were solemn, yet they also seemed to be unable to suppress their excitement. Keizo was among them. They all got into the van, and the van drove away.

Of the eight people who went into the office earlier, all except for Jiro Fukai came out. Haruo also came out, but instead of getting into the van, he hurriedly ran to the restroom with a flushed face.

Hidden behind the pinball machine, Hideaki perked up and whispered to Daisuke, "Find a rope and come with me to the toilet to tie up Haruo."

Daisuke was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't that too risky?"

Daisuke thought that Hideaki wanted to learn from Haruo about the assassination plan arranged by Fukai Jiro to kill Ezaki Yoko.

"As long as you don't let him shout it out, everything will be fine."

The men with guns had all left. The restrooms were quite far from the office, and Fukai Jiro was on the phone in the office, laughing loudly, as if he could talk for a long time.

But Zhifu was already familiar with his "praise fetish," so it wouldn't take more than a few minutes.

Daisuke found an electrical cord and followed behind Hideaki, whispering, "How can we get the plan out of him if we don't let him shout it out?"

"Then let him shout it softly."

Daisuke's words reminded Hideaki that although there was a way to obtain information by directly targeting Fukai Jiro, interrogating Haruo might be a more accurate approach.

Zhifu used the large size.

Xiuming kicked the plywood to pieces, and Zhifu only had time to shout half a word before Daisuke grabbed a toilet plunger and slammed it down on his face. He fell off the toilet naked, spraying feces, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Daisuke seemed completely unconcerned, and used the power cord to tie Haruo's hands and feet together.

Zhifu didn't pull up his pants and also had diarrhea, making a gurgling sound.

"Ugh~" Xiuming gagged and quickly jumped back out of the toilet, almost getting sprayed on himself. He quickly reminded Daisuke, who was covered in saliva, "Don't move so violently, you scared him."

Zhifu's incredulous gaze suddenly froze, and his eyes shifted to Xiuming's face, where fear surfaced.

"You recognized me?" Xiuming's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected his voice to be so distinctive.