Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"stand at attention--"

At his command, the five people in training uniforms and the other three young men in floral shirts stood in a row on the side of the road as if they had received a royal decree, heads held high and chests puffed out.

"Bastard!"

The bearded young man cursed loudly, and then, starting with the young man in the floral shirt on his right, he slapped each of them on both cheeks.

Left, right, left, right...

He slapped her 16 times in a row.

The eight young men didn't suffer much of a beating from Xiuming, but the bearded youth made them bleed from the nose and mouth. No one dared to wipe it, and they still looked straight ahead, heads held high and chests out.

Chapter 65 She knows I'm a substitute, I'm going to cripple her.

"Mr. Yamanaka, whose name I have admired for a long time, I am Kitaro Ezaki. Nice to meet you!"

Kitaro flicked the blood from his nose onto the ground, pulled a white silk handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped his hands, and with a faint smile, extended his hand to Hideaki.

In such a public setting, when a gangster boss who is extremely concerned about his image takes the initiative to extend his hand to show goodwill, one must not refuse him.

To save face for him, Xiuming had no choice but to stuff a flyer into the outstretched hand.

"It's Mr. Kitaro, nice to meet you!"

As law-abiding citizens, how can we get involved with organized crime? What if our handshake is secretly filmed by hostile forces, or what if the police find our way here during a crackdown in two months?

As a businessman, you can at most turn gray, but you can't turn black, otherwise you'll have endless messes to clean up in your later years.

Kitaro's face twitched, and he gripped the flyer, holding it up to his face as if to look at it.

Then he suddenly turned his head, and the eight people who had been standing in a row like statues suddenly stood at attention.

"Go to the car, my sister wants to see you."

Seemingly offended, he gave him a cold look, then walked to the group of eight, raised his hand at the guy in front of him as if to hit him again, but ultimately didn't. "Go back!"

The eight people turned around in unison, jogged into the bus, and drove off with a "whoosh".

Such a rigorous hierarchy, such impressive military-style management...

The front of the car was right up against Hideaki's pants. Behind the windshield, Esaki, wearing sunglasses, tilted his head slightly, raised his left hand, and waved it.

She has a great grasp of elegance.

Eri, who was next to her, pushed open the back door, poked her head out halfway, and looked at her with a bewildered expression that said, "You really didn't disappoint me." "Mr. Yamanaka, please come in!"

Xiuming's performance just now, throwing and beating those five people like sandbags, was full of wild masculine energy. Although Ezaki was wearing sunglasses, you could still see from the side that her eyes were fixed on him.

Eri never expected that Hideaki also owed money to Ezaki, and inspiration for hentai manga kept flowing in.

"The Evil Underworld Queen Gets Scammed Instead of Collecting Debts - Special Episode," if possible, make a feature film version.

The car interior was extremely spacious, with a small table in the middle displaying drinks and wine. On the table was a stack of A4 papers, with the words "Transfer Agreement without Names Yet" in bold at the top.

Hideaki didn't get into the car; he just stood at the door, separated from Ezaki by Eri, whose eyes were gleaming and who looked quite sinister.

"Mr. Yamanaka, congratulations on your opening."

Jiang Qi was still wearing that little suit, but he took off his sunglasses. Then he pointed to two flower baskets in the trunk. The driver got out of the car, took out the flower baskets, squatted down at the supermarket entrance, and stood there like a guard.

"We're not that close, are we? Why are you sending me a flower basket? After all, I've requested your services twice at your bubble bath shop, and you haven't served me either."

"Pfft—" In the front passenger seat, Kitaro, who was drinking water, sprayed a mouthful of water onto the windshield. He turned around with wide eyes, met Ezaki's sidelong glance, quickly turned back, and continued drinking water.

“Let’s make a deal!” Jiang Qi said without changing his expression, still wearing his professional fake smile. “I think your supermarket has great potential to become a chain. I’ll invest 3000 million yen in you, and you give me 51% of the shares. Our debt will be wiped clean. How about it?”

The gangsters are finding it increasingly difficult to survive. Many of them, who have connections with the government, have gotten wind of this and are starting to launder their money and get involved in legitimate businesses.

Ezaki had already thoroughly examined Hideaki's information, and she also had photos of Hideaki's original body.

I also looked up Hideaki Hara's life story, but there was nothing remarkable about it; he was just average.

But what should I say about this fake Xiuming?

A mysterious fool who suddenly appears and takes over the debts of a widow?

However, now that we've taken on the debt, there's no reason to let it go.

He's a formidable fighter, a true expert, and especially since we don't know his background or where he came from, he's a bit of a handful...

Xiuming tentatively asked, "Shall I go to the store to get the POS machine?"

"Haven't I already given you the money?"

Ezaki pulled a loan contract from a stack of documents on the table. It had Hara Hideaki's signature, fingerprint, and his stamp.

"Loan sharking is illegal."

She really wanted to get something for nothing... Xiuming also went along with it, dragging it out, saying that in two months the crackdown on organized crime would start, and when you were all scurrying around with your tails between your legs, you wouldn't have time to come here.

"You're going to talk to me about the law?"

Ezaki seemed to have heard something very funny, and he laughed meaningfully.

In Ezaki's eyes, the guy in front of her was a fake Hideaki. She mobilized a lot of people and even checked all the major smuggling gathering places, but they couldn't find out where he came from. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and he was definitely not a law-abiding citizen.

Perhaps the adorable lady behind the cashier, her face pale with fear, has already been coerced by him. Even her husband might have been pushed off the stairs by him.

"Since I signed the contract, I definitely have to pay it back. I didn't say I was going to default on the debt, I just don't have the money!"

Xiuming's deadpan attitude shifted to an lecturing tone with a single sentence: "The supermarket is under my wife's name. It's barely making any money since it just opened, and I don't even care about it. You, a big shot, are eyeing it? That shows a narrow mind and makes people look down on you."

Hideaki observed Ezaki's meaningful expression with a casual glance.

Why does it feel like she knows something?

Five minutes until midnight, lock her in.

"Pfft—" Kitaro, who was drinking water in the front passenger seat, sprayed another mouthful of water onto the windshield.

"Cough cough cough..."

Even the smiling Ezaki was stunned, and accidentally caught a choke, coughing involuntarily.

Is he cheating? Or is he a competitor?

I just took over a dead guy's debt, and this thing popped up. Could it be aimed at me?

A glint of insight flashed in Eri's eyes. Although she didn't know what Mr. Yamanaka would do next, the current plot was pretty much what she had planned...

As an adult anime, it can't just be all dialogue; it needs explicit content. I can add some artistic modifications at this point. For example...

“Is it funny?” Hideaki shrugged and spread his hands. “Since I already owe 3 million yen, lend me another 5 million yen. I’ll pay you back with interest on the 1st of next month.”

"Oh?" Jiang Qi clasped his hands together and placed them on his knees, laughing, "I dare to lend it, but do you dare to ask for it back? There's a very high interest rate, you know~"

"I'll take as much as you can afford." Xiuming glanced at the hands of his watch; it was exactly 12 o'clock. While keeping his eyes fixed on her, he casually said, "Even if you can't pay it back next month, the month after that will be fine."

[Sometime within the next 12 hours, Yoko Ezaki will send someone to Kyoto to investigate your background.]

[Sometime within the next 12 hours, Yoko Ezaki will be lying in a massage room.]

[Sometime within the next 12 hours, Yoko Ezaki will lend you 1 million yen.]

Xiuming frowned: She knows I'm a stand-in, I'm going to cripple her.

Chapter 66 The Scandal of a Branch Manager

These three pieces of information... are quite interesting.

The system predicts only big data intelligence, and we can react to it in a targeted manner to change the intelligence, thus gaining several pieces of intelligence for free.

“Ms. Makimura, could you please excuse me for a moment? I need to speak with Ms. Ezaki alone.”

As Hideaki spoke, he grabbed Eri's arm and pulled her out of the car just as she showed a look of surprise.

Then he got into the car, closed the door behind him, and sat upright in the seat, maintaining a polite distance of an arm's length from Yoko Ezaki. He didn't look at her or speak, but instead stared calmly at Kitaro's tattooed neck in the passenger seat.

Eri was just an excuse to get rid of her; she could be asked to leave at any time.

The target is Kitaro. We need to determine the level of his relationship with Ezaki and whether Ezaki has told him everything about himself.

When he was outside the car, he couldn't hide his emotions, so my initial impression of him was so-so.

During the conversation just now, all he did was spout nonsense. He tried to complain, but Jiang Qi glared at him and shut him up. What a sissy boy!

He is incapable of shouldering great responsibilities and is not qualified to sit at the same table.

However, given his background, and my current identity as someone whose origins cannot be traced, it would require Jiang Qi to speak up if I wanted him to leave.

Without a respectable identity, all you can do is pretend.

When it comes to the art of showing off, having a good appearance can be a boost, followed by sharp thinking, persuasive rhetoric, composure, humility, calmness, and unwavering resolve.

At this time, it was not uncommon for gangs to fight for territory and infiltrate each other.

Those who reach high-level positions cannot be without a sense of crisis.

After all, the era of gangs helping to maintain national order is over. The sense of security is decreasing year by year, and if they offend the wrong people, they will pay a heavy price.

There was a silence in the car for about three seconds before Kitaro couldn't help but frown and turn around.

He touched Hideaki's calm gaze, and his expression froze slightly as he subconsciously turned to Ezaki.

Ezaki seemed quite surprised, frowned slightly, opened her right hand with her palm facing up, and asked, "Mr. Yamanaka, what do you want to say?"

“I need to speak with Ms. Ezaki alone,” Hideaki said, looking at Kitaro with a calm gaze.

Kitaro's face changed, turning bright red. Just as he was about to say something, Ezaki gently waved his hand at him.

"Hmph!" Kitaro snorted, slammed the door shut, got out of the car, and slammed it shut again.

"Is he your brother?" Xiuming asked.

Kitaro was tearing up flyers outside the car door.

Jiang Qi blinked. "Cousin, my uncle's son."

"He seems to have a childlike innocence; I think he'll be a good fit."

His volatile temper meant he was lucky he didn't die fighting for territory; if he acted like that again two months later during the full-scale crackdown, he would become a "typical" example.

“Mr. Yamanaka,” Ezaki frowned, then said, “Just say what you have to say! There are only the two of us in the car now.”