In Tokyo, even the most fierce dragon is afraid of the hatchet

"When you were interviewed by the investigation team, you said that those things were not your responsibility?!"

Hear this.

Nagano Guide couldn't help but laugh.

Generally speaking, it is one's duty to shoulder such matters, and if the Ministry of Finance can smooth things over, everyone can get by. Giving in and making concessions can be considered a sign of trust and loyalty.

In this way, you will be taken care of when you enter politics in the future.

But this is a different time now. If the existing order is not broken, where will I get the opportunity to play with others?

politics?

What's the point of playing the hypocritical cat-and-mouse game?

"Someone clearly wanted to return some things to our Kansai Biosafety Branch. I was just cooperating with the investigation team and informing them of the matter."

"Asshole! As the president, don't you have any sense of responsibility? This is the only fact."

"Are you threatening me?"

"idiot!"

Ueto was instantly enraged and slapped Nagano Nao in the face with his hand raised.

The guy who had always been high and mighty had already developed the habit of giving orders. Nagano Nao was well prepared. He blocked the slap coming towards his face and kicked Ueto in the stomach.

Bang.

Ueto Teruyuki was caught off guard and was kicked back a few steps and fell to the ground.

This guy obviously didn't expect that Nagano Nao in front of him would dare to fight back, and said in disbelief: "How dare you do that?"

"Ueto-kun! Please look carefully at where this is! When I came in here, it meant that a drop of kindness must be repaid with a spring of gratitude."

Stand up.

After slapping his messy clothes, Ueto said with a sinister look in his eyes: "Nagano, have you thought it through??!!!"

"Your brain doesn't seem to be in good shape. If you fart again, I don't believe you will be unable to leave Kobe."

"..."

too crazy!

Ueto Teruyuki wanted to say something harsh again, but he found that Nagano Nao's eyes were so calm that it made people feel creepy.

That's right!

The Ministry of Finance has absolute power.

But Osaka has not been a good place since ancient times.

In the Daimyo era, countless Daimyo died inexplicably, and the number of deaths recently is so great that one cannot count them with both hands.

Shit bastard!

You are done!

You are totally screwed!

You actually dared to go against the Ministry of Finance. No one in the Universal Bank can save you, you bastard.

Without saying a word, Ueto Teruyuki slammed the door open and left angrily.

"Please help me close the door!"

boom!

Nagano Nao lay down calmly, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

Ministry of Finance!

Isn’t it amazing? ! !

the other side.

The investigation into the traffic accident came to a standstill because the driver apologized in tears.

Even though Oko Kaibe believed that this was murder, everyone knew that this was not an ordinary traffic accident, but evidence is evidence after all.

Drunk driving causes serious traffic accidents!

The driver admitted everything and all that remains is the legal process.

Several section chiefs and directors of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Traffic Division were also suspended due to drunk driving incidents in their jurisdiction.

all dead!

All those colleagues who followed me around and worked overtime all night are dead!

Leaning weakly on the ground.

There was no longer the fighting spirit in Kaibe Oko's eyes as before, only despair and confusion of exhaustion.

All the evidence found was submitted to the Ministry of Finance, which only said that it would take it seriously but did not take any action.

Give what you find to your uncle.

My uncle, who has always been upright, actually said not to investigate anymore!

What on earth is wrong with this country!!!

Young faces flashed through my mind. The adoring eyes and the hesitant confessions made me feel sad and angry.

If it weren't for that incident, I might have agreed to Peking University's confession!

But now!

Do not!

no way!

Haibu, you can't compromise!

Those bastards must pay for this!

Sunrise and sunset.

The days passed.

Ito Masahiro angrily threw the document in his hand at the secretary's face and asked angrily: "Assholes! Are these guys going to rebel?"

"sorry!"

"What's the use of being sorry?"

"Hayi!"

"..."

The subordinates' submissive reaction could not eliminate Ito's anger at all.

He thought that he could control the company by killing Nagano Nao, but he never expected that things would not develop as expected.

these days.

The various orders conveyed were not carried out.

From the section chief to the staff below, they appear respectful on the surface, but they are passive and lazy at work, and their orders become ineffective once they leave the office.

"Damn it, are these bastards trying to undermine me?"

"this......"

The ministers present looked at each other in bewilderment.

The way things had turned out was beyond anyone's ability to develop, and no one understood why Nagano Nao had such a great influence in just a few months at the headquarters.

And at this moment.

A fat guy with eyes almost narrowed into slits was venting his dissatisfaction in the lounge.

"Please look at how easy it was to work when Nagano-sama was here, Mina-san. But after that old bastard Ito came, everyone became like this."

"It's fine that the promised sleep allowance wasn't paid, but there's no midnight snack even for overtime work. Is there any hope for a company that has lost even its humanistic values?"

"Alas! These old guys are really too much. Who are they trying to show off to by acting like seniors? Why did they forget that they were seniors when President Nagano was around?"

"But what can we do? After all..."

"Why are you sighing, Zeye? You don't think that the president can be dealt with by these rotten fish! That old bastard Ito tried to frame the lord with despicable means, and justice will definitely make him be punished."

"Daimyo, you mean?"

"I can only tell you that you, the president, will be fine soon."

Daimyo Kodaira had a mysterious expression on his face.

Many people knew that he was the section chief who was promoted with the special care of Nagano Nao, and his father was the director of the National Tax Bureau. The end came immediately.

Bang.

The door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Ito Masahiro stood at the door, looking at the smoke-filled air and cigarette butts scattered everywhere, and angrily yelled, "Assholes! What are you doing here during working hours? Do you want to be suspended and reflect on your actions?"

"Want to fire me? Go ahead! Fire me! I'm not afraid of a company dominated by garbage!" Daimyo Xiaoping threw away his cigarette butt and stood up suddenly, his flesh trembling a few times.

Then a young man stood up and said sinisterly, "The president had such an extreme reaction because he heard what we said just now! Does that mean that the person who used despicable means to frame the president is now filled with fear?"

"What are you talking about, you bastard?"

"Hey, hey, I guess I was right, otherwise why would the president be so anxious to explain himself?"

"idiot!"

"..."

Chaos!

It's all chaos!

The whole company seemed to have been poisoned.

The young man suddenly got into a physical conflict with his older seniors and superiors.

They were beaten so hard that their scalps were bleeding, and finally the police were called in to intervene.