Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

[Sometime between midnight and midnight, Yoko Ezaki will display her vulnerability to Ayako, hoping to gain her sympathy and help her escape house arrest.]

[Sometime between midnight and midnight, Yoko Ezaki will attempt to wear down the ropes binding her body.]

[Sometime between midnight and midnight, Yoko Esaki will seek help from Naoto Sugita and his boyfriend.]

What the hell has gotten into the intelligence?

Xiuming frowned, turned off the car, and looked at the rearview mirror with a gloomy face.

Because he had been driving around for about two hours, Ezaki woke up after being unconscious for one hour and thirty minutes.

She pushed her dislocated jaw back into place without sitting back down. She covered her face and gasped for breath for a while, then stared blankly at the small pistol that Xiuming was playing with in his right hand, her face half swollen and bleeding from her nose.

His methods were skillful; he must have killed many people.

Xiuming hadn't put it down since he got it, always using his left hand on the steering wheel, just in case Ezaki woke up and he could put him in a chokehold.

As for skillful techniques, military enthusiasts are all like that.

"Our relationship should have been very good. I even hoped you could provide me with bubble bath services; after all, that's about all a man's hobbies. But your performance has disappointed me greatly. You shouldn't have investigated me. Who else knows? Kitaro? Eri? That driver? Your henchmen? Or rather, the whole group?"

Xiuming didn't turn around, but muttered to himself in a low voice as if in prayer.

"I'm all alone. They think I'm investigating you just to collect a debt."

It's a mountain alliance group, not a single alliance group. It's called Yihe Securities... Jiang Qi's blank eyes twitched. In the heavy and gloomy atmosphere inside the car, she subconsciously didn't want to explain.

Although it's hard to believe that the guy in front of me is just an ordinary murderer, his behavior really does seem like it.

That slap was too hard; he must have suffered a severe concussion! It feels like the dizziness and splitting headache from a hangover, and my head is still throbbing intermittently.

He had no scruples whatsoever; he was a complete madman.

"If it's just you alone, it'll be much simpler and save a lot of trouble." Xiuming weighed the small pistol in his hand, turning around with a sinister expression.

"You, if you kill me, you, you won't survive either." Jiang Qi's nerves tensed instantly, desperately suppressing the fear rising in his heart, and blood started flowing from his nose again.

“But you know too much.” Xiuming pulled out the car keys, climbed onto the back seat, and pushed open the car door. “Get out!”

Why do I keep getting nosebleeds?

"I...I'm not going down," Yoko said, gripping the table leg and looking up with blood streaming from her nose.

Chapter 68 Ezaki: You can't hit me anymore

Xiuming removed the bullets from the small pistol, and to prevent her from accidentally snatching them, he put them into his left and right trouser pockets.

Then, under her terrified gaze, he placed both hands on either side of her tilted head, pinched her ears with his index and middle fingers, located the mastoid acupoints behind her ears, and pressed down with a little force.

Her nosebleed has stopped, so it doesn't seem serious. As long as her cerebrospinal fluid wasn't drained, there's no need to take her to the emergency room.

Are you really going to kill me?

Ezaki's swollen cheek was still red, while the other side of his face was deathly pale, with blood all over his nose.

The slap was so hard that my head was spinning, like I was drunk. Even if I could run out of the car, I probably wouldn't be able to run more than a few steps before I collapsed!

If he catches me and slaps me like that again, I'll die.

"Killing is wrong. How could I do such a thing? Come on, get out of the car."

Hideaki's gloomy face suddenly broke into a sunny smile, startling Ezaki.

"You're crazy...you're crazy, you almost killed me..." She murmured to herself, clinging to the table leg, her voice trembling slightly with the faint sound of someone who had survived a near-death experience.

"If you hadn't pulled out your gun, would I have shot you? If I hadn't been holding the barrel, I would have been the one killed."

Xiuming grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the car.

Ezaki staggered a couple of steps, grabbed the car body, and collapsed to the ground.

With a tearing sound, the knee-length pencil skirt ripped open at the back of her buttocks due to the impact of suddenly collapsing.

Ezaki disregarded such a trivial matter and instinctively tried to explain, "If you hadn't been fighting over it, I wouldn't have accidentally pulled the trigger."

But Xiuming's face was very unpleasant, as if he was about to slap her again, so she had no choice but to whisper, "I, I didn't mean to..." to avoid further angering him.

The underground parking garage was quiet, save for Ezaki's soft murmur.

"I don't care whether you did it on purpose or not, you fired a gun. From now on, don't even think about taking a gun in front of me, or I'll slap your face to pieces."

Xiuming tied Ezaki's hands behind her back, grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, roughly lifted her up, and pushed her toward the elevator.

Her nose started bleeding again, and her blood pressure rose again. She must have been scared. Good!

Why did her skirt rip open?

It's right at the midline of the buttocks.

If you simply frame the cracked area, that small patch looks like a European-style bikini-clad buttock model on the beach, with smooth buttocks covered by fabric...

Love yoga? Enthusiast of buttock-lifting workouts?

This proves that she must have been wearing open-crotch stockings; she really knows how to enjoy life.

When I make money, I'll buy a few for Riko too.

No, let Ayako make a few for Riko.

The elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened.

"Let me go, and I'll give you money." Ezaki staggered into the elevator, adopting a negotiating stance. "How about 100 million yen? I'll never investigate you again."

"Wouldn't this be kidnapping and extortion? I won't do anything against someone's will; it's illegal."

Could this be the origin of the 100 million yen mentioned in the intelligence report?

There's a big difference; the intelligence said it was a "loan," but this time it's a "gift."

Xiuming pressed the button for the second floor.

Luxury homes are great; they have their own private elevators that go directly there.

The elevator doors slowly closed, creating an enclosed space.

“I’m willing to give you the money; we can write a contract.” Jiang Qi’s eyes were somewhat panicked. “What are you going to do to me? Everyone saw you taking me hostage.”

"Shouldn't you gangsters be fearless and ready to die? You're such a coward, people will look down on you. You're Boss Yoko."

Why would you voluntarily pay money and still need a written contract?

Under such circumstances, it is simply not appropriate to sign a contract.

A contract should be signed in an environment where both parties have personal freedom. As for whether it is voluntary, it is obviously insignificant; many people regret it afterward.

But we can't let her go so easily now.

She said she wouldn't investigate, but she didn't say she wouldn't retaliate.

Her father's illegal and disorderly conduct was too minor; after all, there were too many corrupt people in the bank, and it was common for them to cover up each other's misdeeds.

However, as the head of a shady business, her personal life is definitely not clean.

Pry it open and pour it all out.

Having enough evidence to destroy her gang's hideout would have a devastating deterrent effect on her.

In two months, there will be a massive crackdown... Such criminal gangs will definitely be used for reporting.

The police even offered a reward for resolutely resisting organized crime.

The elevator was moving very fast, and the doors opened with a "ding".

"I...I'm not afraid. I just want to die with dignity." Ezaki stepped out of the elevator as Hideaki pushed him. His waving right hand was frightening. He subconsciously said, "You...you can't hit me anymore."

"As long as you don't bring a gun, we can discuss anything..."

Hideaki and Ezaki went up to the second floor, passed through rows of locked doors, and entered the maid's room where Riko had previously stayed.

The room was dimly lit, like a secret room.

The moment Ezaki was pushed into the room by Hideaki, her nerves suddenly tightened.

In the small nanny's room, there was only a small mahogany table, on which sat a silver metal kettle and a white porcelain coffee cup.

Next to it was a single bed with pink sheets, and on the bed was a woman's blue nightgown.

On one side of the bed, facing away from the bed, is a small, open window, covered by a semi-transparent sheer curtain.

Outside the window is a cherry tree with lush green leaves but no cherry blossoms. The window is fitted with sturdy white iron bars.

The pale yellow sunlight slanted across the cherry blossom trees and iron railings, but couldn't penetrate the room.

Xiuming closed the small white door, and the room became even dimmer.

"Let's start talking now!"

As Hideaki spoke, he walked, towering over Ezaki by a head and possessing a broad frame that loomed over him like a mountain.

"Talk, talk about what..."

Ezaki's heart skipped a beat; being in such a closed room made her think of bad things.

She instinctively stepped back and plopped down on the small bed.

Xiuming's expression changed, and he took two steps forward.

"He really is going to do this to me..."

Ezaki tried his best to maintain his dignity as "Yoko's boss," but his hand gripping the edge of the bed tightened unconsciously.

"Get out of my way."

Xiuming pushed her shoulders and flung her off the bed, then picked up the blue nightgown that Riko had been sitting on.

He then swung in mid-air for a moment, intending to scold her a few more times, but when he turned around and saw her kneeling on the floor with her butt sticking out, he blinked and asked, "Aren't you uncomfortable wearing underwear like that? Is it a bit too tight?"

If she indicates that she is not feeling unwell, Ayako can make a few outfits for Riko to wear.

Jiang Qi was still a little dazed, her forehead pressed against the floor. Xiu Ming's words also confused her. She was wearing a knee-length bodycon skirt, so there was no way she could be exposed... She subconsciously reached out and touched her buttocks.

Her head throbbed with dizziness.

Chapter 69, Please hand over all the evidence of your crimes.