Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Kujo Renji didn't answer immediately.

This is a dangerous question, as too much explanation may cause Shoko Toyokawa to have deeper doubts about his identity.

"Business is like a battlefield; knowing your opponent is fundamental." He finally replied, somewhat vaguely: "Did I do my homework?"

"Can this even be considered a shopping mall?! And it sounds like you're not even sure yourself!" Ms. Toyokawa complained.

"Relax, there will be no danger next."

Jiujo Renji was somewhat helpless: "Just prepare some popcorn and wait for the show."

"Then...then at least tell me how you plan to talk to him."

Toyokawa Shoko's voice calmed down a little, but was still filled with worry.

"What's our purpose? Besides figuring out why he came after us..."

"Now is not the time."

Kujo Renji looked at the clock hanging on the wall and said:

"He'll be here soon. I need you to be quiet and let me handle this."

"What if he has a gun?" Shoko Toyokawa was still worried.

Kujo Renji's eyes fell on the Glock 17 on the coffee table: "Don't we have one too?"

Hearing this, Toyokawa Shoko had a bad feeling in her heart.

Eh? What does that mean?

It turns out it’s not a gangster movie, but a gunfight movie? ! !

......

Ishikawa Shunya put down the phone, his face calm, but the frequency of his fingers tapping on the table revealed his inner turmoil.

He nodded slightly to the man in the black suit standing next to him and said, "Prepare the car and go to Qingshan District."

The man bowed and left, moving quickly and quietly.

Inside the high-rise office, metal and glass complement each other, and the night view of Tokyo can be seen outside the window.

Ishikawa Shunya stood up and walked to the bar in front of the French windows, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The ice cubes collided in the amber liquor, making a crisp sound.

He took a sip, his eyes sharp as a hawk, looking at an ink painting in the corner of the office. It was a replica of "Leaderless Dragons", with wild brushstrokes and dragon shadows circling in the clouds.

He had put it up specifically after his team leader had a car accident.

He took off his suit jacket and put on a casual jacket that was more comfortable for him to move in.

He took out a small pistol from the drawer, checked it, and ultimately did not put it into the inner pocket.

This is the intuition gained from more than forty years of life on the Tao.

As the elevator went down, Ishikawa Shunya's aura became more solid with each descending floor.

When he stepped out of the building, cold rain hit him in the face. The driver was already waiting next to the black car.

"Act alone."

Ishikawa Shunya gave a brief order:

"No need to follow."

Inside the car, the sound of rain hitting the roof was like countless tiny drumbeats.

Ishikawa Shunya looked at the neon lights rapidly receding outside the window with a grim expression.

The name Toyokawa Shoko lingered in his mind, with an indescribable sense of familiarity.

That familiar style of doing things, that warning about "breaking the backs of disobedient dogs"...

The high-end apartments in Qingshan District gradually appeared in the rain.

Ishikawa Shunya looked up at a window on the 18th floor. The light there was dim, like a trap waiting for its prey to take the bait.

He straightened his collar and walked into the elevator.

........

A moment later, in front of the apartment door.

The knocks on the door came on time, three times, with even force and steady rhythm.

Kujo Renji stood by the door and looked outside through the peephole to make sure.

The middle-aged man standing at the door was about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a dark casual jacket of exquisite texture and well-cut, with a simple black turtleneck sweater underneath. He had broad shoulders and a lean and strong physique. He was in his early fifties, and the wrinkles on his face were not many but extremely deep, outlining a firm outline as if carved by a knife.

His hair was a little gray, but it was combed meticulously; his eyes were sharp as a knife, but with a kind of calmness that came from a person who had seen a lot.

——Shunya Ishikawa.

This subordinate he was once very familiar with.

But now it reappeared before his eyes in such a ridiculous form.

Click.

The door was opened by Kujo Renji.

Ishikawa Shunya, who was standing at the door, looked inside. He first scanned the environment inside the room, and finally set his eyes on Kujo Renji.

The girl with blue hair and twintails was reflected in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards...

"Ms. Toyokawa."

Ishikawa Shunya bowed slightly, his voice low and steady:

"I have long admired my name."

Jiujo Renji moved sideways to let him in:

"Come in, I have something to ask you."

Ishikawa Shunya's gaze swept over Tsuda Seiichi who was lying unconscious on the sofa, and a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, but he did not show any surprise or anger.

He walked calmly to the center of the living room and stood there looking around as if assessing the entire environment.

"sit."

Kujo Renji pointed to a single sofa and stood at a safe distance. "No need for coffee and tea, Mr. Ishikawa."

He emphasized the last word.

Ishikawa Shunya sat down, as if he hadn't heard the other party's tone. His movements were elegant and cautious, and his eyes never left Kujo Renji:

"Ms. Toyokawa must have something important to discuss since she arranged to meet me this way."

"of course."

Kujo Renji's voice was calm and cold. His amber eyes looked directly at Ishikawa Shunya and he went straight to the point and asked:

"I want to know why Mr. Ishikawa is so interested in me and sends people to investigate my every move?"

Ishikawa Shunya's expression didn't change at all, as if he had anticipated this question:

"Just out of curiosity, that's all."

He looked at Kujo Renji with a probing look in his eyes: "The eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family doesn't seem as simple as she seems."

"Curiosity killed the cat, Ishikawa Shunya."

Jiujo Renji sneered, his eyes becoming sharp:

"Instead, I'd like to ask, when did the Canglong Society extend its influence to the Fengchuan family?"

These words exploded like a bomb in the room.

Ishikawa Shunya's expression finally showed a slight fluctuation, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to calm.

He was silent for a while, his eyes flickering as if he was reassessing the blue-haired girl in front of him.

"The Canglong Society..."

He spoke slowly, his voice low: "Ms. Fengchuan seems to know a lot about the underworld."

"Knowing enough to know you shouldn't mess with the Toyokawa family."

Kujo Renji's tone was flat.

Although he tried his best to control his emotions, he still couldn't help himself in front of the real murderer who might have caused him to become what he is now.

"Tell me, why did you send someone to follow me? Why are you interested in STARRY? Why did you send Tsuda Seiichi and his men to intimidate the employees there?"

Ishikawa Shunya folded his hands, leaned back on the sofa, and relaxed:

"It's just business expansion, Ms. Toyokawa. Vortex needs that piece of land. As for following you... it's just routine investigation, making sure no details were missed."

Kujo Renji's voice suddenly turned cold: "Vortex's plan does not include Shimokitazawa."

Ishikawa Shunya's eyes became sharp, and under the indoor lights, they looked like two unsheathed swords:

"Ms. Toyokawa, you seem to know a lot about our internal affairs."

"Is this strange?"

Jiujo Renji asked back: "Or are you afraid that I know something?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and the stare between the two was like a silent confrontation, neither of them willing to give in.

Finally, Ishikawa Shunya sighed slightly, and his expression softened:

"It seems I really underestimated Ms. Toyokawa."

He stood up, sighed, and held out his hand:

"I apologize for my intrusive behavior. This was a misunderstanding, or rather, my curiosity about Ms. Toyokawa went beyond the proper limit."

Ishikawa Shunya bent down with a sincere expression:

"If Ms. Toyokawa is willing to accept it, I am willing to pay a certain amount of compensation for it."

Kujo Renji frowned and did not immediately extend his hand.

This isn't right.

Ishikawa Jun was not someone who would apologize easily, let alone give in so easily. This was completely inconsistent with the Ishikawa Jun he remembered.

Just as Kujo Renji was thinking, Ishikawa Shunya's movements suddenly became as fast as the wind.

He leaned forward like a cheetah striking out, and at the same time, his left hand swept towards the floor lamp beside him and smashed it towards Jiujo Renji.

This sudden attack caught Jiujiao Liansi off guard.

——Why does he dare to do that?

Her body instinctively moved before her thoughts, and the girl subconsciously rolled to the side to avoid the flying lamp.

At the same time, she pulled out a Glock 17 from inside her coat and pointed it at Ishikawa Shunya.

Ishikawa Shunya was surprisingly agile, especially considering his age. He quickly flipped the sofa over to use as cover, blocking the path of Kujo Renji's possible shots.

At this moment, Kujo Renji's expression was extremely ugly.

She couldn't shoot first. On the one hand, the other party was hiding behind the cover, and even if she shot, she couldn't achieve the effect she wanted.

On the other hand, this is a residential area.

If the shooting really happened, things would be very bad.

And now, the most crucial problem is that he has no idea what Ishikawa Shunya is thinking.

What on earth does this old lunatic want to do?

His thoughts raced like lightning, and he quickly realized that if the other party had a gun, he would be a sitting duck if he continued standing there.

She immediately rolled over and hid behind the dining table, trying to calm herself down and assess the situation.

Although Ishikawa Shunya's sudden attack was unexpected, his reaction speed and skills were consistent with his memory.

In other words, the weaknesses also match.

"Ms. Toyokawa is quite skilled."

Ishikawa Shunya's voice came from behind the sofa, with a hint of admiration.