Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

“Since you’re so sensible, I won’t hit you,” Hideaki gestured to Daisuke, “drive over there and park your car in front of his car.”

Four people got out of the Accord: the driver, the front passenger, and two people in the back seat. They all went to the hotel. Now there's only one person left, the man who looks just like Kitaro.

The car has bulletproof glass installed, so it's very safe.

Perhaps Daisuke wasn't a very good driver; as he steered the Toyota Century sideways, he scraped the front of the Honda Accord with a "screeching" sound, even deforming the hood.

Hideaki rolled the car window down halfway, grabbed Fukai Jiro's hair at the back of his head, and pressed it against the window.

"Damn it! How do you drive..." The rear window of the Accord was also rolled down halfway, revealing Kitaro's angry head. His expression suddenly turned suspicious, and he asked in a questioning tone, "Mr. Fukai, weren't you kidnapped?"

Kitaro soon realized that Ezaki had secretly disembarked.

By checking Yoko Ezaki's credit card statement, it was discovered that she had booked the Kahala Hotel herself.

When Ezaki's cell phone went unanswered, a bad feeling arose that the plan might have already been exposed.

At first, I suspected Fukai Jiro, but then I thought it was impossible, since Fukai Jiro's business was not tolerated by Ezaki.

With a slight suspicion, I called Fukai Jiro again. His bodyguard answered and said that he had found through the hotel's surveillance footage that he had been beaten and kidnapped in the elevator by a stranger with blond hair.

He had no choice but to personally gather his trusted confidants to take action, even though it was somewhat risky.

"Team Leader Ezaki, didn't you tell me she would be staying at the Sakuragi Hotel?"

Perhaps due to humiliation, or for some other reason, Fukai Jiro's face was contorted and flushed, and he continued panting, "How did you know I was kidnapped?"

“We’ll talk about that later,” Hideaki interrupted their conversation, hiding half his head behind Fukai Jiro’s head, revealing only one sharp eye, and continued, “Kitarou, what were those four people doing…”

But before he could finish speaking, the revolving glass doors of the hotel in the distance shattered with a loud crash.

Hideaki stiffened, punched Fukai Jiro on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious on the spot, then grabbed a pistol, released the safety, kicked open the other car door, and ran through the cars in the parking lot toward the hotel. He turned back and shouted to Daisuke, "Drive back to Tokyo! And call my driver over while you're at it."

Ichiro Shiraishi's car was still circling around Kokusai Square.

As Daisuke's car drove away, Kitaro's arm was seen sticking out of the car window, holding a pistol in his hand.

Xiuming's hair stood on end, and he raised his hand to fire a shot.

The professional "shooting skills" were on full display here. Kitaro let out a scream as blood splattered from his wrist, the pistol fell to the ground, and he shrank into the car.

The hotel lobby is spacious, with a lounge area furnished with sofas, a small fast food restaurant with tables, and a convenience store.

At this moment, customers in the hall were either covering their heads and lying under tables, hiding in sofas, or lying directly on the white tile floor, while the waiters were all huddled behind the counter.

Each gunshot was followed by screams.

Three men wearing sunglasses and carrying handguns walked between the tables toward the convenience store.

The glass door of the convenience store was shattered, and there was a bloodstain on the ground.

Xiuming's throat tightened, and before he could think any further, three bullets struck three heads.

"Esaki! Esaki!" Hideaki shouted as he ran into the convenience store.

Following the bloodstains on the ground around the shelf, there was a half-dead man in black on the ground with several bullet holes in his stomach. Further inside, Jiang Qi leaned against the corner, his face was a little pale, and his right hand, which was holding a gun, was covering his left upper arm, which was stained red with blood.

"Don't act like your wife died, I'm still alive." A smile appeared on Ezaki's lips as he tilted his head to look at the shelf and continued, "Get me that bag of gauze, it hurts a bit."

Hideaki breathed a sigh of relief. Ezaki had no other injuries; his arm was only grazed by a bullet.

Just as the bandage was wrapped around her arm, police sirens sounded outside the hotel.

Xiuming immediately hugged her and tried to run out through the shattered glass curtain wall.

"Wait a minute, take that paper bag." Jiang Qi turned his upper body and scooped the blood-stained paper bag from the ground into his arms.

Xiuming didn't have time to say anything more and rushed out of the hotel.

He hadn't run two steps when Shiraishi Ichiro pulled up smoothly beside him in his car. His face was tense, and he said in a trembling voice, "I'm not getting out. Get in quickly. This car isn't bulletproof."

Since Xiuming Teng didn't make a move, Jiang Qi opened the car door for her. The injury on her arm looked scary, but it wasn't serious. Apart from the pain, it didn't even affect her ability to swing.

Hideaki quickly got into the car, pulled Ezaki closer to him, and said, "Back to Tokyo, let's go."

Several police cars sped past the car.

As the car approached the highway exit leading to Tokyo, Daisuke, driving a Toyota Century, pulled up and waved through the window, calling out, "Yoko, are you alright?"

Esaki was still nestled in Hideaki's arms. She waved to Daisuke, then closed the car window. She tilted her head, looked at Hideaki with a smile in her eyes, and said, "If I died, would you cry?"

Thinking back to when Xiuming called her name just now, it really felt like my heart was being torn apart and the sky was falling.

So I'm that important to him? This fickle guy has finally been exposed...

Xiuming lowered his head and said, "Do you want me to say some cheesy love words to you?"

Hideaki's expression didn't seem too good, but the worse his expression was, the happier Ezaki was. The feeling of being cared for was so great.

Ezaki looked away and said, "Who knows?"

“Riko told me before that she died many times, but I didn’t shed a single tear,” Hideaki said, placing his right hand on the back of Ezaki’s head, aligning her mouth with his own, and slowly lifting her up. “I also want to know if I can cry. Do you want to try?”

As Xiuming's face drew ever closer, Ezaki's heart pounded uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, his face burning. Suppressing his trembling, he quickly turned his head away and said, "No."

Xiuming continued to push her head up, saying, "Say it several times in a row."

Ezaki's eye twitched. He sat up from Hideaki's lap, then slid off his legs. He turned his flushed face away, placed his hand on Hideaki's face, and said, "Mr. Ezaki, please have some self-respect. No means no."

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" Shiraishi Ichiro coughed loudly as the car accelerated. "Twenty minutes to Tokyo. Please fasten your seatbelts."

Chapter 196 I am the Master of the Blade

"What are your plans regarding your younger brother Kitaro, who wants to kill you?"

Xiuming picked up Jiangqi again and made her sit across his lap. He wrapped his right arm around her slender waist and used his left arm to hold her long legs together tightly around his waist, preventing her from slipping off.

Ezaki shifted his body slightly, then stopped struggling. He turned his face away, towards the direction the car was heading, and said, "We can only send him to prison first; at least he can live."

It seems that while Kitaro might be capable of sacrificing family for the greater good, Ezaki would not.

However, after spending a few years in prison, the underworld will have long since declined by the time they get out. Moreover, in such isolated places, it doesn't take long before they fall behind the times and become completely outdated, making it very difficult for them to rise again.

As for whether he will retaliate after his release from prison, that's a matter for several years to come, and it's just needless worry.

Hideaki didn't want to make any decisions for her, after all, she wasn't like Riko, she had her own opinions.

Since she brought it up, she must have her own solution.

As for Jiro Fukai, the problem has clearly fallen on Kitaro. If it weren't for Kitaro's orders, he probably wouldn't have done such a thing, so sending him to prison as well seems reasonable.

Ha, two guys who're going to jail.

"Oh, by the way, your father's in jail, right?" Hideaki suddenly remembered Mr. Ezaki Kairyu, the branch manager of the Sapporo branch. He loosened his arm around Ezaki's waist, then gently rubbed her lower abdomen and said, "Should we go visit him?"

"Shouldn't you call him father-in-law?" Yoko Ezaki's abs tightened, and her six-pack was even visible through her thin clothes. As she spoke, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Hideaki out of the corner of her eye, her ears turning bright red. "Ezaki-kun."

The way she addressed him was becoming more and more natural, almost like it had to be her surname. But it didn't matter to Xiuming. He had just recognized a mother-in-law last night, and the driver was practically a father-in-law.

"Should we call your father?" Xiuming gently pinched her rosy earlobe with his lips and continued, "Ask him what gift he might like?"

Ezaki jolted, seemingly uncomfortable in his ear, and turned his head away, saying, "Let's talk about it later."

"Is the reason why Kitaro wants to kill you because you insisted on making me marry into your family?" Hideaki suddenly thought of this.

"Who knows?" Jiang Qi raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unwilling to discuss the topic, and tilted her head to look at the paper bag still on the car seat.

Xiuming took the paper bag, opened it, and there was another transparent packaging bag inside. Inside was a very light, semi-transparent, thin silk dress, supported by a rectangular cardboard sheet.

Ezaki raised his fair chin, facing out the car window. His face, which was pretending to be serious, was slightly flushed. His eyes were lowered, and his pupils were glancing at Hideaki's face, as if he wanted to know how Hideaki would react.

Xiuming tilted his head and looked at her while slowly taking out the skirt.

Of course, since both of them had some blood on their bodies and hands, and were worried about getting the dress dirty, Hideaki didn't open the packaging bag. However, he could already imagine what Ezaki would look like wearing it.

The skirt was loose and extremely short, and given Ezaki's athletic physique, her long legs and pert buttocks...

"Cough, cough!" Jiang Qi coughed twice and lowered his head slightly. "I noticed it."

"It's an illusion, it must be your illusion." Hideaki lifted Ezaki up slightly, showing off his perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

A slight smile appeared on Ezaki's lips, and as if to distract himself, he turned his head to look around the car's interior.

She saw the durian in a red plastic bag on the driver's seat. Then, she put her left hand on Xiuming's shoulder, got up, leaned over the passenger seat, picked up the durian, and slowly sat back down on Xiuming's lap.

Xiuming then realized that she seemed to have gotten used to the smell of durian, but after she broke the durian open, the strong smell became unbearable.

"You shouldn't eat durian in public; it's very inconsiderate."

Ezaki remained unfazed, pinching a piece of durian flesh between his fingers and sucking on it like he was eating ice cream. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "Do you know how I usually practice yoga with my yoga ball? I practice while eating durian."

"I think I see a bit of Ayako in you."

Ezaki chuckled, spat the durian seeds into the bag, and continued eating the durian without responding.

Unable to bear it any longer, Hideaki put Ezaki down, tilted his head and said, "Mr. Shiraishi, how much longer until we reach Tokyo?"

I got back to Tokyo around 5 p.m., the same lifeless atmosphere, and there was traffic again.

While eating durian, Ezaki called Kitaro on his cell phone, first informing him that he had returned to Tokyo, and then giving Kitaro another chance to "turn over a new leaf." If he remained "stubborn," he would be sent to prison.

Kitaro's tone was sharp, full of grievance, as he gritted his teeth and said, "Why? Why! You traitor! Spy, what do you think I...?"

Before Kitaro could finish speaking, Ezaki hung up the phone.

She didn't seem worried at all about Kitaro escaping or attempting to assassinate her again.

Hideaki stared suspiciously at her expressionless face. It seemed she had really done something to wrong Kitaro. Kitaro's hysterical grievances filled the entire carriage.

Ezaki put his cell phone into the pocket on the back of the passenger seat, continued eating his durian, glanced at Hideaki, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want some? I'm not giving you any."

“You’re like a villain,” Hideaki said, too lazy to ask her about the organization, probably because he figured she wouldn’t tell him anyway. Considering their current relationship, he changed the subject and continued, “I seriously suspect you have a ruthless tendency to do anything. I don’t care, but don’t bully Riko, or we won’t even be friends anymore.”

"You're overthinking it. Riko is so cute, how could I bear to bully her?"

Ezaki ate the entire durian, which was the size of a watermelon, while the car only moved forward a few hundred meters.

"I have something to do, so I'll get off here."

Ezaki wiped the corners of his mouth, which still held a smile, with a tissue, tossed the tissue into Hideaki's hand, and reached out to take the bag containing the white skirt that was on Hideaki's lap.

Now that she's back in Tokyo, and with a large number of her underlings protecting her, Ezaki is safe. She's going to deal with matters within her organization.

They should probably send Kitaro and Fukai Jiro to prison.

Xiuming quickly pressed down on the packaging bag and said, "I'll keep the clothes here. If you won't let me see them, I'll let someone else try them on first."