1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

In fact, this is a blatant act of "slaughtering the rich."

For compensated dating like them, if it is done long-term, the price per night is generally around 10 yen;

The price for a virgin like Saga Hiro is about the same as that of a high-class Kabuki actor—around 20 yen;

A Japanese army lieutenant could spend about one-third of his monthly salary to spend a night with the two of them.

From this we can see how generous Fujiwara no Kanezane was in throwing out one or two hundred yen at any time.

"No, I really don't want money!"

Saga Hiro insisted, and there was even a gleam in his eyes:

"I didn't come to this place for money! So I don't want any money!"

She believed that if she asked for money, she would be defiling her body and her "beliefs"!

“…Hahahahahahahaha…”

Under Yoshiko Kido's worried gaze, Fujiwara Kanezane laughed for a while, then clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, but I don't like being here. Let's go to my place! Money is no object. Just treat it like a prostitute."

"..."

Fujiwara-kun was saying strange things again, but anyway, he seemed to agree.

Yoshiko Kido was very happy:

"Okay, Kanezane-kun, then let's..."

"Shh, I've already told you that there's no Fujiwara-kun or Kanezane-kun here. I just told you that if you make the same mistake again, there will be a punishment."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, then we..."

Before Yoshiko Kido could finish her words, her eyes blurred and she lost consciousness.

Ignoring the woman who had been knocked unconscious by the agent, Fujiwara Kanezane said to the stunned Saga Hiro with a smile:

"Let's go! Let's go to my house! I want to have a good night."

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What is it like to play a marquis's daughter?

Thanks, I don’t know yet.

As soon as he left the "club", Fujiwara Kanezane was "stopped".

The reason was simple. He ran into the rickshaw driver from the daytime again, leaning against his rickshaw waiting for customers.

However, this time, the other party was in tattered clothes, covered with bruises, and looked listless. It was obvious that he had suffered some unfortunate incident.

"How old are you?"

"..."

Hearing the familiar strange voice, the driver looked up with a mixed expression of surprise and sadness:

"Master!"

Then, he thought Fujiwara Kanezane wanted to use the car, so he quickly got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and nodded:

"Master, please have some! Master, please..."

"Please call me Davarishi..."

"Da... Da... Da..."

"Are you a typewriter?...Okay, how did you get into this state?"

"Uh...it's okay, Master, I just...fell down."

"...oh..."

Fujiwara no Kanezane didn't ask any more questions. He put his arm around Saga Hiro, the future empress of Manchukuo, and got on the rickshaw. He said to the rickshaw driver:

"It's windy at night, so go a little slower."

Then he said to the agent:

"You don't have to come up, just walk slowly beside me!"

"Yes, Master."

The agent bowed and accepted the order. The rickshaw driver breathed a sigh of relief and also bowed and asked:

"Master, where do you want to go first?"

"Let's go to Ginza!"

"Yes."

The four of them walked slowly forward in the cold wind of the New Year.

Before, the driver could pull two people weighing nearly 270 kilograms together and run very fast without breathing hard;

But this time, just 110 kilograms of "cargo" made him obviously exhausted and his steps began to become difficult.

The other three noticed this.

It is the same whether the agent saw it or not;

Fujiwara no Kanezane kept his eyes half closed and said nothing.

Only嵯娥浩 felt a little reluctant:

"Brother, why don't I go down and take a walk too!"

"..."

In response to this, Fujiwara Kanezane smiled, pressed Saga Hiro's small hand, and did not agree;

It was not until the driver missed a step and nearly fell into the mud that he twisted his neck and asked:

"What? Did the money I gave you cause you trouble?"

"...Ah? How did you know?"

The traffic jam was a little surprised, but then there was an expression of relief and envy:

"Ah... yes! You are always omniscient, you are indeed worthy of being..."

"Haha, stop talking nonsense... Tell me, who did it?"

"Master, there's no need to..."

"What I give you is yours. No one can take it away without my consent."

Fujiwara Kanezane said gently and domineeringly:

"Who is it? Don't make me ask a third time."

"..."

The agent was silent.

Commander, please put that "Fuck it, time to stir things up" look on your face for a moment!

The excitement is about to overflow!

Speaking of which, the Commander is so generous with his spending today, could it be that he was planning...

"..."

The driver honestly explained what happened after they separated.

"...Master, it's like this..."

His experience is actually quite understandable.

Just because of the money.

The 200 yen note was seen by a member of the Tokyo mafia organization, the Great Japan Justice Group, who used the excuse that the driver had stolen his money...

There is no need to elaborate on what happened next.

Fujiwara Kanezane stroked his chin, looking unsurprised.

"Hmm... I see. You're pretty unlucky."

"Unlucky... Are you saying I'm unlucky?"

The driver smiled bitterly and said:

"Yes, the masters are right. As expected, even if lowly people like us made a fortune, we would not be able to bear it."

"Bullshit."

Fujiwara Kanezane smiled, patted the driver's shoulder, and ordered:

"Let's go! Take me to this so-called... uh... Justice Corps. No one else can take the money I give you."

"Thank you very much, Master, but they are Yakuza..."

The driver was flattered at first when touched by the noble, and then he looked at the two "weak" women beside Fujiwara no Kanezane with embarrassment, the meaning was very clear:

I appreciate your help in getting me justice, but...

Or, could you call some more people over?

"Hahahaha... Don't worry, I'm a civilized person. How could I possibly kill someone?"

"...You...you are right."

Although this young master is tall, he looks so gentle and refined. He shouldn't do anything dangerous...right?

Perhaps, as long as he reveals his identity, the Yakuza will surrender?

With this thought in mind, the driver led Fujiwara Kanezane and the other two towards the headquarters of the "Great Japan Justice Group".

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On this side, the headquarters of the Great Japanese Justice Corps.

A group of humanoid creatures dressed in black trousers, black shirts, black ties, and black uniforms, somewhat similar to the Italian Mafia, stood in batches on both sides of the room.

At the front of the stage, a middle-aged man, also dressed in black leather, extended his right hand to a young man kneeling on one knee and said solemnly:

"...the Lord has granted you access to our family. Now, kiss my right hand."

"Yes, Lord Sakai."

Hearing this, the young man immediately kissed the middle-aged man's right knuckles as if he was holding a treasure, with a very pious expression.

"Now, let's begin the blood oath."

"First, always keep your mouth shut..."

“Second, the organization is always above the individual.”

"Three, never disobey..."

Following the middle-aged man's voice, the young man kneeling on the ground pierced his finger with a needle, letting the blood drip onto the "prayer card", and then lit the piece of paper with a match.

".... Seventh, fighting between brothers is strictly forbidden.... Now, fire burns prayers, and if you sully your honor, you will also burn."

"Yes, Lord Sakai!"

"Okay, the ceremony is over. From today on, you are a member of our Great Japanese Justice Corps!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

"Your Mightiness?"

“No, thank the Supreme Father!”

"Well, brothers, please come forward and salute!"

"Hi!"

After getting permission, other members of the organization came up to hug the new member and even kiss him on the cheek to show that they accepted this "family".