Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

With a crisp "snap".

As Ezaki protected his vitals with both hands, he quickly sat down on the floor.

Xiuming was spreading out his nightgown while watching her, and the crisp sound was both clear and bouncy.

"Yo~"

Xiuming couldn't help but speak up, frowning as he stared at her, and shook his head.

It seems to be to avoid small flying insects that are about to fly into its eyes.

Ezaki sat with her legs tightly together, curled up, her back straight, her hands pressed firmly against her skirt, and then looked up at Hideaki with a stiff, expressionless face.

The wooden floor felt completely soft, like sitting on cold stone, sending a chill through me.

She dared not move, for the back of her skirt had already been stretched open all the way to the hem, and only the tight belt around her waist was still intact.

"Mr. Yamanaka, please speak! What do you want to talk about? What will it take for you to let me out?"

She tried her best to appear indifferent yet unapproachable, so as not to further provoke the man folding clothes in front of her.

"As expected of Yoko, she recovered from her brief panic very quickly," Hideaki said, folding her nightgown. She sat on the small bed, crossed her left leg over her right, then covered her crossed thighs with the nightgown. Holding the nightgown down, she leaned forward slightly and asked, "Can I ask you a small question first?"

"Please tell me! I will try my best to answer you."

Thankfully, he wasn't bothered by the embarrassing position he'd just been in... Jiang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had a slightly sarcastic tone, his behavior was still considered polite... as long as he didn't hit anyone...

"Are the underwear uncomfortable to wear? It looks like it's squeezing your skin too tightly."

Jiang Qi instinctively clutched her skirt, suppressing her shame, and bit her lower lip. "Are you asking me to take it off?"

What's meant to happen will happen... as long as I'm alive...

"Don't worry! I won't do anything to you, at least not until your swollen face heals," Xiuming waved his hand dismissively, "because I'm just not interested in it."

"It's all because of you..." Jiang Qi subconsciously gritted his teeth, then felt his face throbbing with pain. With a sense of humiliation and resentment, he said, "Then why did you ask such a private question? You don't need it!"

"I just know the real experience, and since it does look quite sexy, I want my wife Riko to wear one."

Riko is so sexy that she wouldn't complain even if she was uncomfortable wearing certain clothes.

"She's not your wife..." Jiang Qi subconsciously refuted in his mind, but didn't dare to say it out loud. Suppressing the shame that was rushing to his head, he maintained his facial expression and tried his best to soften his voice, saying, "It feels fine. You can rest assured to let your wife wear it."

I must have provoked him... Why did I even discuss this kind of thing with a man? But he hit me way too hard.

"That's fantastic!"

Hideaki stood up in a relaxed tone, and Ezaki's heart tightened. Hideaki then turned around, opened the door, and went into the next room.

Ezaki's heart skipped a beat: should he run away?

But just as this idea popped into his head, Xiuming walked in with a stack of A4 printer paper and a ballpoint pen, then closed the door.

"Let's begin!" Hideaki threw the paper and pen onto the floor in front of Ezaki and said condescendingly, "Write down all the evidence of your crimes."

Ezaki was stunned and blurted out, "You're an investigator?"

"Are you stunned by the beating?" Xiuming spread his large palm in front of her face to measure her face. Her face was really small. Luckily, he had hit her chin. "Would an investigator hit you like this before obtaining evidence?"

If the person lying is an investigator, she will likely deny it to the death.

After all, legal procedures require evidence. Even if some investigators abuse their power, they wouldn't risk their lives to beat her or imprison her before they have any evidence against her.

As for himself, it was to avoid being imprisoned by her, and also because he was frightened by the unexpected gunshot.

Although she did not fire the gun intentionally, she had every opportunity to shoot someone.

After all, she killed someone, and she has countless underlings to take the blame for her. Maybe with some manipulation, she can get her sentence reduced one after another, from life imprisonment to a few years, then a few months, and she'll be out in three days.

According to those who are involved in the underworld, loyalty is more important than life itself, sometimes even more important than family ties. Her father's weaknesses were too minor.

Using his ordinary identity, he could exert a greater deterrent effect on her than an investigator, since in her eyes he was someone she could do without restraint.

“My organization has transformed and now operates legally, without any criminal activity.”

Ezaki realized that the investigators wouldn't dare to provoke her so openly, especially after such a brutal slap that almost killed someone.

As for evidence of crimes, since she took over the management position, she has strictly limited the criminal behavior of members, so there is basically none left, at most intimidation.

“All crows are black, how could there not be?” Hideaki simply sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Ezaki, grabbed her hand, shoved a ballpoint pen into her hand, and pressed it onto the paper. “Forcing a good woman into prostitution, isn’t that right? Eri is such a manga artist with dreams, and you’re almost forcing her into becoming a prostitute.”

“If I had pressured her, she would have paid off her debts long ago. I have never pressured anyone.”

The salary and benefits at Ezaki's bubble bath shops are arguably the best in all of Japan.

Most people in debt are ordinary people; if they had the money, they wouldn't be in debt.

In order to minimize financial losses, she would first investigate the earning potential of debtors when selecting them.

For example, in the case of Hideaki Yamanaka, before investigating Hideaki Yamanaka's background, she valued Riko Yamanaka first.

Gentle, virtuous, and pitiful—the ideal wife in every man's dreams.

If she could work at the store, she would definitely become the most popular top performer.

Of course, they wouldn't force her directly. Instead, they would invite her to work at the store, like Eri, as a cashier for a while. Once she saw that every bubble girl burdened with debt had become a rich woman, spending money lavishly, she would be unable to resist joining in.

The choice is in her own hands.

Of course, if she has a special skill, such as singing well or acting, she can be recommended to enter the entertainment industry.

As for Eri, few manga artists are successful, so she was given two months.

In fact, after Eri worked at the cashier for the first week, she was almost ready to join in, but it seemed like she was on a lucky streak and was about to succeed.

This kind of investment is worthwhile; we can get our principal back with interest, and maybe even snatch her copyright. The organization has made a fortune.

Most women in debt cannot resist the temptation of money; they can't help but join in whenever they see a payday.

Several students from prestigious universities actually came here specifically for the "experience and learning" experience—how despicable!

“Even if you didn’t coerce her, it’s still ‘malicious enticement.’ What you’ve done is organized and purposeful inducement of women to work in the sex industry, which is also a crime!”

“I have checked the ‘Entertainment Business Law’ and I did not coerce them in any way. Their overspending and borrowing have nothing to do with me. I just showed them a scene of receiving their paychecks, and they knelt down and begged to join. They have complete free will. I gave them a job and helped them pay off their debts. I saved them, and they even followed me to thank me and hope that I would continue to operate.”

After a long speech, Ezaki suddenly felt a sense of relief: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Although it is not in court, let's treat it as a rehearsal. If there is a day when I am prosecuted, I will use this as an excuse for myself."

Chapter 70 I'm too ashamed to face anyone

"You're a pretty nice guy. Did your debt collectors coerce or intimidate them?"

"At most, it will be detention; a prison sentence is impossible."

A sense of pride welled up inside Ezaki. Under my management, my organization was now impeccable.

But seeing Xiuming's right hand, as big as a palm leaf fan, swinging, he quickly lowered his head.

How old are you this year?

Xiuming decided to lower her guard and try to find out some information about her through casual conversation. As he spoke, he turned his palm towards himself, blew away the invisible dust on his palm, and asked.

Ezaki was puzzled for a moment, but his palm was frightening, so he had no choice but to answer honestly: "I was twenty-five years ago, three years ago."

This is her usual way of introducing herself; it's not about being silly, it's just a habit.

Xiuming paused for a moment, then said, "I was eighteen six years ago."

Ezaki was also taken aback. What was the situation? Why were they chatting about this kind of thing...? I couldn't possibly give you any evidence... but I had no choice but to agree, "Oh... you're younger than me..."

"Are you married?" Xiuming asked casually.

"No." Ezaki felt a sudden pressure.

Have you ever been in a relationship?

"No……"

"Old maid?"

Xiuming's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ezaki felt a lump in his throat, as if some resentment was stuck there. If he told the truth, it would be too undignified for a yakuza boss. But it was just a small lie, insignificant. He said expressionlessly, "No."

"You've tried hiring male escorts?"

Ezaki froze, then couldn't help but slap the floor and say, "No! What exactly do you want?"

This is even more unbearable than a lack of charm.

Seeing that she had broken down, Xiuming immediately slapped an A4 sheet of paper on his hand and said, "Come on! Write down all the evil deeds of your previous manager."

She's clean, I don't believe the previous one was clean either.

Jiang Qi's expression changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I don't know."

The previous administrator was her uncle, who is also Kitaro's father, and he is currently in the ICU.

But her uncle has indeed committed many crimes, which is what worries her the most, because many members do not obey her orders and are secretly engaged in organ trafficking, human trafficking, and gun and drug dealing.

They are all veteran members. If we force them, it will shake the foundation of the organization. We are currently lobbying them.

"I bet you were the previous president's mistress! He's pressuring you like this, and you're still defending him?"

If Ezaki's answers are true, then she was neither married, nor in a relationship, nor a prostitute, and if she wasn't a virgin, then she was his mistress.

Whether it's true or false, let's label her first. Once the news gets back to the gang, she'll be in worse shape than if she were dead.

Maybe a group of gang members will kick her out.

After all, how can someone in the underworld not engage in illegal business? The resentment within the gang must be immense.

We must resolutely resist organized crime.

"You! I..." Jiang Qi almost couldn't help but spit in his face and call him a bastard and a pervert.

Ring! Ring! Ring...

The landline phone next to me suddenly rang.

"Think about it yourself!" Xiuming rolled over and kicked the A4 paper next to Jiang Qi. "Even if you're making it up, you'd better give me a set of verifiable criminal evidence, or you can forget about getting out of here for the rest of your life."

"This is illegal imprisonment."

Hideaki mimicked the way Ezaki had spoken to him in the car, covering his mouth and chuckling, "You're trying to talk to me about the law?"

It's absolutely lifelike.