Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Kujo Renji continued, "On the one hand, the high-pressure police situation and the Law on Countermeasures against Violent Groups have gradually dried up traditional sources of income. On the other hand..."

She glanced at Yamamoto Ryuichi meaningfully: "It's internal resistance."

"Mr. Yamamoto," she chuckled and said, "How long do you think the Yamaguchi-gumi can maintain the status quo? Pressure from the police, encroachment from other organizations, internal factional struggles..."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's pupils shrank slightly, and he became a little uneasy.

The other party's understanding of the Yamaguchi-gumi far exceeded his imagination... No wonder the incident of Koji Nakamura was revealed so easily, it turns out that the highlight is here.

"Take the Soryukai, the largest Yakuza organization in Kanto, for example."

Kujo Renji continued, "They successfully transformed themselves through Kujo Real Estate Co., Ltd. and are now completely clean. And the Yamaguchi-gumi..."

She smiled and said, "If you don't change, you will die."

Yamamoto Ryuichi unconsciously clenched his fist and then unclenched it.

Indeed, since the new law came into effect, the Yamaguchi-gumi's space for survival has become increasingly limited. Especially in the entertainment industry, police oversight has become increasingly stringent.

"But..." Jiujo Renji suddenly lowered his voice, "I can help you."

He noticed the wording—"I," not "Toyokawa Group."

Yamamoto Ryuichi looked up suddenly, and he suddenly remembered that when the other party first mentioned cooperation, he also used the word "I" instead of "we".

"This is not a collaboration between the Toyokawa Group and the Yamaguchi-gumi."

"It's a collaboration between Shoko Toyokawa and Ryuichi Yamamoto."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously as he swallowed his saliva.

He finally understood - the young lady in front of him was plotting for herself. By cooperating with the Yamaguchi-gumi, she could not only gain the support of underground forces, but also gain a firm foothold within the Toyokawa Group.

For him, this was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. With his connection to Toyokawa Shoko, he could legitimately promote organizational transformation and even... gain an advantage in the future succession battle.

Yamamoto Ryuichi's breathing couldn't help but quicken.

The lights in the bar grew dimmer, and the saxophone's mournful melody grew deeper, as if playing a funeral melody for the deal that was about to be concluded.

"So, what is Mr. Yamamoto's response?"

Yamamoto Ryuichi clenched his fists.

His more than 20 years of career in the underworld had made him well versed in the game of power, but at this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The seemingly "weak" girl in front of him was pushing him into an abyss of no return in an almost elegant way.

"I..." His throat was a little dry.

"Don't worry." Kujo Renji interrupted him: "You can give me an answer later."

This wasn't giving him time to think, it was clearly silent pressure.

Yamamoto Ryuichi smiled bitterly. He knew too well that if he missed this opportunity, he would be filled with endless regret.

"Ms. Toyokawa..." He took a deep breath and was about to say something.

"Just call me Xiangzi. Since we want to cooperate, there's no need to be so distant."

Yamamoto Takashi was stunned for a moment, then he understood. This was a clear signal to him - from this moment on, they were a community of shared interests.

"OK.."

He bowed slightly and used the most respectful tone:

"Thank you for allowing me to call you that... Miss Xiangzi..."

Kujo Renji picked up the cup and gestured, interrupting him.

In silence, he took the wine glass and gently clinked it with the one in Kujo Renji's hand.

The liquid in the cup ripples, as if foreshadowing the coming bloody storm.

"Pleasant to work with."

Kujo Renji raised his glass, a dangerous glint flashing in his amber eyes.

“It’s been a pleasure working together...”

Yamamoto Ryuichi responded with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

......

PS: I laughed when watching the ninth episode. Now everyone can write the hen card and make corrections. Thanks to wsd open source.

PS2: This chapter is also 3,700.

Chapter 35: Xiaoxiang, I didn't expect you to be a succubus? (Two in one)

The tense atmosphere in the bar finally eased. Yamamoto Ryuichi's attitude shifted noticeably, from his initial defensiveness to a respectful, somewhat flattering one.

"Miss Xiangzi..."

He stood up and made a gesture of invitation:

"While our place isn't as fancy as the high-end restaurants in Ginza, the private rooms in the back are quite unique. Would you be so kind as to join us for dinner?"

As a popular negotiation spot for gangsters, Black Hole's decor is naturally not too shabby. The VIP area behind the bar is painted a deep, dark ink, and gilded wall lamps cast a warm glow on the crimson velvet wallpaper.

At the door of the largest box at the end of the corridor, a crystal chandelier emits a soft light.

"of course."

Seeing the other party say this, she took this opportunity to deal with some minor matters:

"I'm a little hungry too."

Yamamoto Ryuichi personally opened the door of the box for her.

The interior is spacious, with a round ebony table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and candles in crystal candlesticks gently swaying.

The mahogany wine cabinet in the corner displays various precious foreign wines, and the transparent glass cabinet door reflects ambiguous light.

“The Wagyu beef here is quite good,” Yamamoto Ryuichi enthusiastically introduced. “The chef once worked at a Michelin three-star restaurant.”

Jiujo Renji nodded slightly and sat down by the window. Through the translucent glass, he could vaguely see the neon-lit street scene outside.

"Oh right..." Yamamoto Ryuichi suddenly remembered something: "Nakamura..."

The candlelight reflected on the crystal chandelier, creating a tiny halo of light, and the atmosphere in the box became gentle for a moment.

However, Kujo Renji's next words instantly froze this gentleness.

"Bring him in." The girl's slender fingers gently stroked the rim of the goblet. "It's just right. I can also explain the cause of today's incident to Mr. Yamamoto."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's heart trembled. As a veteran, he immediately realized that this drama was not over yet.

He turned around and gestured, and soon, Koji Nakamura was helped in.

The bandaged severed finger was still bleeding, and Nakamura Koji's face was even paler than before. He stood at the door of the box like a prisoner awaiting trial.

The atmosphere was a bit eerie when the waiter came in with the dining cart. Delicate appetizers were placed on silver plates, and the red wine in the crystal glasses shone like blood in the candlelight.

Yamamoto Ryuichi picked up his second glass of wine and asked casually, but a hint of inquiry flashed across his eyes: "I wonder how Nakamura offended Miss Xiangzi?"

Kujo Renji raised his eyes and looked at Nakamura Koji:

"Team Leader Nakamura should be familiar with the name Sato Misaki, right?"

This sentence made Nakamura Koji's bandaged hand tremble violently, and new blood immediately seeped out of the gauze.

He had a vague guess as early as when the other party came in to cause trouble with Sato Misaki, who looked like a dead dog.

I didn't expect that it would be like this...

Yamamoto Ryuichi frowned slightly, and his subordinate immediately leaned close to his ear and whispered something in a low voice.

As his men spoke, his expression gradually darkened.

"She seems to be very interested in a friend of mine recently."

Ignoring the expressions of the people present, Kujo Renji spoke to himself in a calm voice, "Very interested."

The profound meaning of this sentence is self-evident. Anyone in the underworld knows that this kind of "interest" often means threats, blackmail, or even worse.

Nakamura Koji's face turned paler than gauze. He knew who Sato Misaki was—the girl who relied on his support to bully others at school, bullying classmates and extorting money was commonplace.

He has always turned a blind eye to it. After all, such trivial matters are not worth his worry.

But now, he finally realized what a serious mistake he had made.

Did Sato Misaki actually offend a friend of the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family this time? No wonder... no wonder the eldest daughter came to visit in person.

Cold sweat slid down Koji Nakamura's forehead.

At this moment, one of his men came quietly to Yamamoto Ryuichi and whispered in his ear.

The subordinate's voice was very soft, but Kujo Renji still caught the key words "Sato Misaki", "door", and "dizzy".

Yamamoto Ryuichi immediately understood.

"Don't worry, Miss Xiangzi." He gently shook his wine glass, his tone as gentle as if he was discussing the weather. "This is a trivial matter, you shouldn't worry about it... We will take care of it."

"Yeah." Kujo Renji propped up his chin and looked out the window, a hint of amusement flashing in his amber eyes: "The scenery of Tokyo Bay is beautiful, especially at night."

——But you can’t see Tokyo Bay from here.

"really."

Yamamoto Ryuichi immediately responded, his voice filled with tacit understanding:

"I heard the sea water has been particularly clear recently."

"It's deep enough... If it rains again, it would be nice to go fishing on a yacht." Kujo Renji said with a smile as if chatting.

"And it's quiet enough," added Yamamoto Ryuichi.

The two smiled at each other, raised their glasses, and drank as if they were really discussing the scenery. Their smiles under the candlelight were gentle and polite, as if this was just an ordinary dinner chat.

But Nakamura Koji suddenly shuddered. He subconsciously glanced at his bandaged severed finger, and cold sweat ran down his back.

At this moment, he was sincerely glad that he had made the right choice - at least he could still save his life.

Why are the conversations among Yamaguchi-gumi's top brass always so brief and profound? Because the real death notices are often hidden within these casual greetings. The night view of Tokyo Bay? The crystal-clear waters?

They were clearly discussing how to deal with Sato Misaki's body!

"It's getting late."

Kujo Renji stood up gracefully, and her slender fingers gently smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on her skirt:

"Mr. Yamamoto, I trust you will take care of these... details."

"Of course." Yamamoto Ryuichi bowed slightly, his posture respectful: "Please rest assured, Miss Xiangzi."

The two had already exchanged contact information just now.

Just like that, amidst a harmonious farewell, Sato Misaki's fate was decided.

And this is just a trivial addition to the deal, like dessert after a meal, which is dispensable.

Before leaving, Yamamoto Ryuichi suddenly said:

"I'm chartering a yacht in Tokyo Bay tonight at ten o'clock. Would you like to come fishing with me?"

"I'm not interested. I have to go to school tomorrow." Kujo Renji waved his hand.

.

After Kujo Renji left, the bar fell silent again.

Yamamoto Ryuichi was still thinking about what had just happened.

The next moment, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a message from Kujo Renji.

The message was short and meaningful:

"Team Leader Nakamura seems to have a good relationship with his girlfriend."

Yamamoto Ryuichi's fingers trembled slightly.

This wasn't a notification to him, it was clearly a silent order - to root out the evil.