Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"no problem."

Xiuming walked around the front of the car without hesitation, got into the driver's seat, and the car slowly started moving.

It's 1:10 a.m. He hasn't used the intelligence he's currently targeting yet. After all, he's sneaking off to film at a crime scene, so he has to be careful.

As for the stock trading tomorrow morning, let's wait and see how Tachibana fares. Hopefully, she's not an extreme romantic.

The car slowly drove through the bustling commercial district where the lights never went out, and the traffic gradually thinned out, making for a monotonous driving journey.

"What are your hobbies?" Ezaki asked casually.

Hideaki drove in complete silence, creating an unusually oppressive atmosphere in the car. This made Ezaki very uncomfortable, and he wanted to start a conversation and, incidentally, investigate the guy's background further.

"Of course it's a woman."

"Damn it," Ezaki reclined his chair, "I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

Xiuming didn't say anything more.

“Hey,” Ezaki turned to Hideaki and asked, “Besides women, what other hobbies do you have?”

"It's gone."

"You bastard! If you talk to me again, you're an animal."

Xiuming turned on the car radio and tuned it to the midnight music channel, which happened to be playing "Falling in Love with Someone Who Never Comes Home".

Ezaki wanted to say something more, but for a moment he didn't know what to say. He immediately sat up straight, closed his eyes, and muttered, "What a boring guy..."

I fell asleep while listening to music in less than five minutes.

Yokohama Port is Japan's second largest port, located in Yokohama City, Kanagawa Prefecture. It is one of the world's top ten container ports and focuses on international trade and cargo exports.

The port area is surrounded by various exhibition halls and event venues, which frequently host international trade and cultural exchange activities, attracting numerous foreign business groups to participate, creating a strong exotic atmosphere.

Of course, it was already 2 a.m., and there were no business groups or tourists. There were only the glaring lights of the tower cranes, the sound of machinery loading containers, and the horns of cargo ships.

The busy nights, the coming and going of freight trucks, and the shouts of loaders and supervisors in hard hats make it seem as if this place never stops operating.

Xiuming parked the car in the port parking lot.

Lock down the entire port.

[During the period from now until 12 noon tomorrow, the cargo ship "Shanhe Foreign Trade" will be docked at Pier 3.]

[During sometime between now and noon tomorrow, Ichiro Fukai will lead a group into container number four to smuggle in contraband.]

[During sometime between now and noon tomorrow, Ichiro Fukai will be going to Warehouse No. 12 to conduct a transaction involving his "personal goods".]

We guarantee same-day delivery and transactions, avoiding any unforeseen complications and never holding onto inventory.

This ultra-short-term trading method offers significantly improved security.

Just as the car stopped, Ezaki woke up.

Xiuming asked, "What time will your cargo ship arrive?"

Around three o'clock.

"Let's take a walk around the area first and familiarize ourselves with the terrain... so we'll have a hiding place if we get spotted..."

Ezaki frequents this place and is very familiar with the location of the dock's infrastructure. Yamaha Foreign Trade has also rented five warehouses here to temporarily store goods from various entrusted companies, which are mostly fruits and will be transported away early the next morning.

The two walked and chatted along the way.

In Warehouse No. 5, half the warehouse was filled with durians that made Hideaki nauseous, but Ezaki lifted his Ultraman mask, revealing his pert nose and chin, and took deep breaths.

"You like durian so much? How about we go inside and rest for a while?"

“You don’t seem to like it.” Ezaki removed his mask.

"It's okay, I can endure it for you."

Xiuming said things he didn't mean, cursing inwardly: Why did that bastard Fukai Ichiro choose this warehouse as the trading point?

"Hmph!" Ezaki abruptly tossed his head and strode into the warehouse. "Greasy bastards, they're unbearable..."

Just as Xiuming stepped into the warehouse, Jiang Qi came out carrying a ripe durian and said, "Never mind, I'm very understanding, so don't go in and suffer anymore."

"If you're so understanding, then don't eat shit in front of me."

Hideaki couldn't stand the smell. Unable to bear it any longer, he walked past Ezaki with disgust and went into the warehouse.

Jiang Qi paused for a moment, then broke open a durian and followed her in, eating as he went. "You may not say it, but your actions tell a different story..."

There were three rows of wooden boxes containing durians in the warehouse, piled up to more than a person's height. Next were wooden boxes containing bananas, mostly greenish, semi-ripe bananas.

Amidst rows of wooden boxes was a small open space with two forklifts, presumably where transactions would take place.

There was no suitable hiding place nearby.

"Since you love durian so much, I'll build you a durian-themed house!"

"Clam?"

While Ezaki was still in a daze, Hideaki had already started the forklift and stacked the wooden boxes containing bananas one by one like building blocks, leaving a space in the middle for the two of them to hide in.

"How is it?" Xiuming parked the forklift, squatted down in front of the small hut made of stacked wooden boxes, and waved to Ezaki. "Come in and have a look."

Are you that childish?

As Ezaki spoke, he couldn't control his legs and walked over, patted the wooden box, and asked, "Why use bananas instead of durians?"

As a practical person, I despise such pointless behavior, but for some reason, I find this childish behavior rather romantic.

This jerk is trying to win me over again... Oh well, I guess I'll just play along...

"Why so many questions?" Xiuming pulled her into the small "room," then dragged over two boxes of bananas from the doorway and blocked the door.

The space was very small, and the two were facing each other, with Ezaki's forehead pressed against Hideaki's mouth, so close together that there was not a single gap between them.

The warmth from Xiuming's body seeped through her clothes and onto Jiang Qi, making her legs feel weak.

What are you trying to do?

Ezaki's heart skipped a beat, a vague premonition rising within him, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

It's too hasty to do this in a place like this; we should at least find a love hotel!

"I have a feeling that Fukai Ichiro will definitely make a deal here. Quickly get your camera out, adjust the angle, and turn on the video recording function. Don't be silly and use the flash and sound effects..."

"Uh...do you think I'm stupid? Why would I be in such a dangerous place? You're just using this as an excuse to take advantage of me, aren't you!"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the camera right now. I need to find a good spot for it."

It's already 3 o'clock. I guess Fukai Ichiro is unloading the cargo. People could come here at any time.

"You shameless bastard..." Jiang Qi took the camera off and handed it over. With each word Xiuming spoke, he swayed from side to side, causing her chest to swell slightly from his touch. She said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Don't sway your body..."

“We can’t turn around again,” Xiuming said, setting up his camera. The smell of durian filled his nostrils. He thought that breathing heavily would make it less pungent, but he underestimated how strong the durian was. “I really can’t stand this stench. You stay here! I promise you can definitely capture the scene of the crime transaction.”

Xiuming said he was about to push aside the wooden box blocking the doorway.

"You think you can just leave after taking advantage of me?" Seeing that Hideaki really wanted to leave, Ezaki grabbed his hand without thinking, and his mood suddenly improved. "You asked for this, so accept your punishment!"

"Don't blame me if I throw up on you later."

"It's just that I can afford to fight a suicidal battle."

Ezaki didn't care at all. He had been in the warehouse for almost an hour now, and Hideaki showed no signs of vomiting. He just didn't like the smell of durian.

He hates durian, which I love so much. Absolutely not! I have to make him love durian too.

As for filming the crime scene, that's no longer important.

Just as Xiuming was about to force his way out, the warehouse door started creaking, so he immediately fell silent.

It was just an ordinary employee who took a flashlight, shone it on the warehouse, left a gap in the warehouse door just wide enough for one person to squeeze through, and then left.

"You couldn't have guessed right, could you?" Ezaki whispered.

“My intuition is always right,” Xiuming pinched his nose again, looking disgusted. “It’s really been a torment…”

"Can't you just try it? It's delicious."

"It takes time! Who can handle such a large quantity all at once?" Xiuming said irritably.

"That's true... It's a pity you really can't go out now. Just bear with it! You'll get used to it." Jiang Qi was in a good mood.

"Can you help me out?" Hideaki pointed to Ezaki's collar. "Unzip it so I can hide my face in it."

"Are you a pervert?! But, it's not impossible..." Ezaki was embarrassed and annoyed. He wanted to refuse, but then he remembered Ayako's countless boasts. He changed his tone and gently pulled the zipper down a little, creating a very flattering effect. "If you tell me your real name..."

“Great, my real name is Xiuming.”

Before Ezaki could finish speaking, he felt his body lighten as Hideaki lifted him up by his armpits, his chin higher than Ezaki's head. Then, Ezaki's chin pulled the zipper down a little, and his face pressed against his chest.

"Uh..." Jiang Qi's breath hitched, and he lost all his strength. He forgot what he wanted to say and subconsciously grabbed Xiuming's hair, biting down on the top of his head, his mouth full of hair.

Fortunately, Xiuming had piled the boxes high enough. Footsteps came from outside the warehouse door, and a man in a black suit squeezed in, followed by another, and so on, until more than a dozen men squeezed in.

A battery-powered light was placed on the ground, casting a white glow, and many shadowy figures were visible.

Hideaki stopped acting recklessly, tilted his head and covered his nose with the collar of Ezaki's tracksuit, peering through the gap. Luckily, the light was placed at an angle and didn't shine on the camera.

Ezaki stopped biting Hideaki's scalp and instead hugged his head tightly, remaining motionless. She was still wearing her Ultraman mask.

The transaction outside was very quick: a box of flour, a box of rifles, and a white medical kit piled with ice.

The camera captured very clear images, even their conversation.

They must have talked before, or perhaps they were old clients; they came and went in a hurry, only for three minutes.

The warehouse door closed with a click as it locked.

"Oh no!" Xiuming thought to himself, pulling at the warehouse door with a grim expression. "They've locked the door. I'm going to have to stay here and smell the stench all night."

"What's there to worry about? It's only two hours..." Ezaki said nonchalantly, unzipping his jacket.

After all, it's fruit, so it can't be stored for too long, and the workers afterward were all part-time, so they could leave easily.

"Alright, we have no choice but to continue..."

"Are you ever going to stop?" Jiang Qi pushed his head away in embarrassment and annoyance. "You just won't tell me your real name, are you?"

“I told you, but you didn’t believe me.”

"How could such a coincidence happen?" Jiang Qi zipped up his collar again, their relationship had taken another step closer, but he still didn't know Jiang Qi's real name. How could he steer the conversation toward marriage? "If you don't tell me, then this condition doesn't count. I'm feeling weak all over right now, give me a massage."