Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"Clam?!"

The four looked at each other, then clutched their stomachs and laughed for a while. The one with the knife, Daisuke, laughed the loudest.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Yamanaka, we will cooperate with you and open the door!"

Daisuke stood at the front, while the other three stepped back two steps to show their sincerity, all with smiles on their faces.

Hideaki slowly opened the door a crack, and Daisuke suddenly drew his knife, stuck it into the crack to barricade the door, and turned around to say, "Ha! This idiot opened the door, let's hurry... uh~~!"

As Daisuke turned around and shouted, Hideaki suddenly pushed the door open, aimed at Daisuke's groin, and kicked him hard.

Daisuke's feet were kicked ten centimeters off the ground, his face instantly turned ashen, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, he covered his groin with both hands, fell to the ground in a kneeling position, his buttocks sticking out, his head touching the ground, and drool continuously flowing from his half-open mouth.

Before the two-foot-long square blade inserted into the crack in the door could fall to the ground, Xiuming had already grabbed it quickly and thrown it into the room. As the blade hit the ground with a clang, he strode over Daisuke and headed straight for the three dumbfounded young men holding steel pipes.

It was so sudden. Who could have imagined that an ordinary civilian with no power or influence would dare to go head-to-head with a powerful yakuza group? They were a force that wasn't even afraid of the police.

Of course, this was only a brief moment of surprise. By the time Hideaki stepped over Daisuke, they had already reacted, each pulling out a steel pipe and lunging at Hideaki.

"Bang!"

"clang!"

"Damn...uh~~!"

"Clang~~"

One of the three metal pipes hit the stainless steel pot lid that Xiuming was holding up, another hit the aluminum steamer that Xiuming had taken headbutt with, and the last one fell to the ground as soon as it was lifted up.

Xiuming's long-handled stainless steel spoon was poking into the crotch of the young man who had just dropped the steel pipe.

His face was exactly the same as Daisuke's. His legs went weak, and his knees slammed onto the concrete ground with a "thud." He clutched his groin and slowly fell down, like a cooked shrimp that had fallen to the ground.

"what!"

"What a vicious guy!"

The two survivors screamed and retreated to the base of the wall. Their right hands, gripping the steel pipe, trembled slightly, while their left hands, seemingly instinctively, instinctively protected their groins, glaring angrily at Xiuming.

"What did you do?!"

How could you treat them like this?!

"Our Shanhe Group will not let you get away with this!"

They screamed with trembling voices.

Xiuming smiled, held up the pot lid, and tapped the aluminum steamer above his head with a large spoon: "Clang~ clang~ clang!"

Xiuming, wearing shoes, was a little over 1.8 meters tall, while the two of them were between 1.65 meters tall. Because Xiuming's shirt was unbuttoned, his well-defined chest, abdominal and latissimus dorsi muscles showed that he was a strong and brutal guy, like a mountain slowly approaching.

"You...you stay away!"

"No~~"

The two men began to frantically swing the steel pipes in their hands.

"Clang!" Their steel pipes collided with each other and fell to the ground.

Xiuming was already standing in front of them, holding a stainless steel pot lid in his left hand, covering his crotch, and looking down at them.

The two of them stiffly tilted their heads back.

……

Their fighting strength was beyond Xiuming's imagination: weak.

Daisuke was the most seriously injured; the fate of his two Demon Orbs was uncertain, and he had already fainted.

If he is taken to the hospital now, there is still a chance to save his offspring.

Secondly, there was the one who fell off the steel pipe. Due to the shape of the large spoon, his magic ball was spared, but the abundance of nerve endings in the area rendered him unable to fight.

He was still lying on the ground, his eyes glazed over, his mouth half-open as he gasped for breath: "Hiss~ Ah~~~ Hiss~ Ah~~~~"

The last two survivors were relatively lucky because they deliberately dropped the steel pipe and knelt down in time, so Xiuming didn't bother to inflict further damage on them, since he couldn't kill them anyway.

If Daisuke really becomes disabled, will he be sued and have to be responsible for him for the rest of his life?

Xiuming checked the two men's injuries, and finally squatted down in front of the two lucky men who had knelt down in time, tapping the aluminum steamer on their heads with a large spoon.

"If I treat you like this, will you retaliate against me?"

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, holding each other's hands, and shook their heads in unison.

"Tell me how this debt was transferred to your Shanhe Group!" Xiuming said in a friendly tone.

"Our boss spent 500 million yen to buy it from the president of Ginkgo Financial..."

"Let's talk about something else! How many people are in your mountain cooperation group?"

The two men froze, stared at each other, and lowered their heads in silence.

Xiuming tapped the aluminum steamer helmet twice with a large spoon.

"We will never betray Boss Yoko!" The two men's shoulders trembled, their faces resolute, and they clenched their fists, raising their heads to shout, "Even if... even if we can't be men!"

"Oh, really?" Xiuming shrugged, seemingly genuinely aware of being sisters with Yoko, and then asked, "Would you dare say where your headquarters is?"

"We would never reveal any information about the organization, even if... even if we can't be men!"

"If I want to see your boss Yoko in person, where should I go to find her? I want to talk to her about repaying the debt."

"You can't find her; she can only find you."

The two of them somehow found courage and became increasingly eloquent as they spoke.

"I'm going to rent this house out, then take my wife and run away together. You'll never find me again. Tell your boss, Yoko, to thank her for paying back the principal. Now you can leave!"

After finishing speaking, Xiuming picked up all the steel pipes on the ground, stepped over Daisuke who was still kneeling unconscious with his buttocks sticking out, entered the room, threw the four steel pipes, the long-handled spoon, the stainless steel pot lid, and the aluminum steamer onto the living room sofa, went into the master bedroom, tucked the black leather bag containing more than 60,000 yen under his arm, and left the room.

"It hurts~~~ It hurts~~~ Don't touch me~~ I need a stretcher~~ a stretcher~~~"

Just as the two lucky men were about to help the man who had fallen off the steel pipe up, and had just grabbed his shoulders, the man let out a high-pitched, nasal wail.

“You’d better not touch him, or you’ll really become sisters with your boss Yoko,” Xiuming said, locking the door with the key, stepping over the unconscious Daisuke again, walking past Lucky Girl, and pressing the elevator button. “I don’t have anything left in my house. If you send a locksmith to open my door and go in to cause damage, I’ll call the police… um, I’ll break your arms and legs!”

The two lucky winners looked embarrassed, and one of them seemed to be considering trying again.

But what's the point of hitting him?

Are you going to smash the elevator door after I get in?

"The elevator buttons have been pressed for you," Xiuming said, pointing to the tips of the noses of the two lucky winners. "Say thank you."

The two looked bewildered.

"Don't forget to tell Yoko to thank her for paying back my principal." Xiuming felt a sense of being looked down upon. Oh well, he decided to ignore them and immediately walked into the fire escape.

Investigate Yoko's Yama-Go group. Daisuke, whose magic pill is damaged, and the man who fell off the steel pipe are potential breakthroughs. After all, they need to be hospitalized for a long time, so they will definitely choose the nearest hospital first. Keep an eye on them then.

Xiuming took his remaining savings and went around to the garden behind the building.

Riko was really obedient. She squatted in the corner, cupped her hands, and looked around nervously as if praying. The blue checkered bed sheet with the twisted rope was piled up next to her.

When Xiuming approached, her eyes lit up with joy, and she jumped up. But halfway up, she seemed to realize the issue of being reserved, so she slowly stood up.

"Husband~" she called softly, her head slightly lowered, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen, and she walked out of the garden with small, quick steps.

"When are you going to get rid of this awful habit of yours? Running over here! Jumping over here! Pouncing on me!"

"I'm sorry, honey... I... I forgot..." Riko trembled, almost tripped, and staggered a few steps before standing in front of Hideaki. She twisted her fingers, looking full of regret.

My parents taught me this way since I was little, it's just impossible to do it...

“I knew you’d forget, so we’re staying at Ayako’s tonight,” Hideaki said, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. He quickly lifted the hem of Riko’s off-white knitted sweater and looked at her waist. Sure enough, there was a bloody red mark from the rope of the bed sheet around her waist.

"Honey~ please, not here... someone will see us~~"

When Hideaki lifted the hem of Riko's knitted sweater, her face flushed bright red. She almost instinctively tried to stop him, but her hands only trembled and she didn't lift them. Then she turned her head and looked around, whispering shyly.

"To punish your incorrigible habit of shuffling around, we have to stay at Ayako's house tonight."

The red marks on her waist were shocking and wouldn't fade even after a week; it was truly awful.

"Hmm..." Riko nodded, her lips pressed tightly together.

Although Hideaki had said it before and knew that it couldn't be changed, hearing him say Ayako's name again still felt like a stone was pressing on his heart.

Why do I keep bringing her up?

"Honey...you...you're not hurt, are you?"

Riko held her breath and carefully expressed her concern.

She worried that asking this question might make Xiuming feel that he lacked confidence in her, but she really couldn't help it.

Chapter 40 Riko: I Want to Know My Husband's Real Name

"Do I look like I'm injured?" Xiuming casually retorted.

Riko's shoulders trembled, and she lowered her head, pursing her lips: I just wanted to show some concern...

"Let's go, to Ayako's house."

Xiuming doesn't need any concern.

He tucked the black briefcase containing the money under his left arm, wrapped his right arm around Riko's neck and pulled her out of the residential area.

Because the tram was too crowded and there were no monthly passes, and because Hideaki wanted to get rid of Riko's bad habit of taking small, ladylike steps, he dragged her directly to Ayako's house.

Hideaki deliberately quickened his pace, and Riko had no choice but to stride along to keep up.

After walking for less than two kilometers, Riko slowed down, her cheeks flushed red, her forehead beaded with sweat, and she was panting heavily with her lips slightly parted. Underneath her open, beige, wrinkled trench coat, the chest of her high-necked, beige fitted knit top kept rising and falling like a bellows.

However, she didn't complain of being tired; her eyes remained stubborn, and in the end, she even took off her shoes to chase after him.

Her heels were chafed raw by her leather shoes.

"Never mind, never mind, you idiot," Hideaki thought she would whine and ask for a hug or something... He shoved the black briefcase into Riko's hands, half-squatted down, pointed to his back, and gestured, "Get on!"

Riko, clutching her black briefcase and shoes, stared blankly at Hideaki's broad back.

Every time she saw Xiuming's broad back, she fantasized about the day she could ride on his back and be carried by him; that would be so wonderful.

Xiuming frowned, and she jumped, afraid that Xiuming would scold her again. Her face turned red and she quickly climbed onto Xiuming's back.