Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

"President Fujiwara, I've heard so much about you." Suzuki Shigeru extended his hand with a professional, insincere smile.

Seiji Fujiwara did not stand up, but remained seated, giving him a perfunctory handshake before gesturing to the sofa opposite him: "Minister Suzuki, please sit down. What brings you here?"

This slightly impolite attitude caused a flicker of displeasure to cross Suzuki Shigeru's eyes, but he managed to conceal it well.

He cleared his throat and got straight to the point: "President Fujiwara, you're quick to speak your mind. So I'll get straight to the point. Our company is currently handling a batch of air crash claims, and one of the beneficiaries, a woman named Kato Megumi, seems to be your friend?"

"Hmm." Seiji Fujiwara remained noncommittal.

"We hope that you, President Fujiwara, as a public figure and a distinguished young man, will not interfere with our company's normal business operations." Suzuki Shigeru's tone began to carry a condescending "instructional" tone. "It's good that young people have a sense of justice, but the rules of this world are far more complex than what is written in books. We, the Taito Life, do not want to be enemies with a young talent like you."

Fujiwara Seiji almost burst out laughing when he heard these words.

This was the funniest joke he had heard all year.

He looked at the other person with great interest and asked curiously, "What if... I insist on interfering?"

The smile on Suzuki Shigeru's face instantly turned cold and eerie.

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and spoke slowly and deliberately, in a threatening tone:

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"President Fujiwara, all those who have caused our company trouble until now... no longer exist in this world."

After saying that, he leaned back on the sofa, his face once again displaying that victorious, hypocritical smile.

In his view, this blatant threat was enough to intimidate any member of the "upper class" who had never truly witnessed the cruelty of the "underworld," especially someone like Seiji Fujiwara, a "nouveau riche" who rose to prominence overnight through talent and luck.

However, the fear, anger, or retreat that he had anticipated would appear on Seiji Fujiwara's face did not materialize.

The other person just looked at him silently.

Seeing that Fujiwara Seiji remained silent, Suzuki Shigeru assumed that he was ultimately intimidated by his "background" and "strength".

He stood up with satisfaction, straightened his tie, and said in a tone of an elder to a younger person, "A wise man knows when to yield. President Fujiwara is indeed a smart man. Well then, I won't disturb your work any longer."

After saying that, he raised his head high, like a victorious general, and left the office with a sense of triumph.

Looking at his ridiculous back, Fujiwara Seiji finally couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

He hadn't even had a chance to make a move against the insurance company, and they had already sent someone to threaten him?

Didn't these people investigate their own backgrounds before taking action?

Or is it the so-called "Toyokawa family" behind them that gave them such foolish courage?

Seiji Fujiwara originally only wanted to get rid of Megumi Kato's troubles.

But now, he has changed his mind.

He suddenly realized that this insurance company, with its huge cash flow, was a very good asset.

Insurance and healthcare are a perfect match.

Rather than destroy it, we should... take it.

He picked up the special black phone again and connected with the person in charge of Blue Wing Security.

"Check the board of directors list of Tatung Life Insurance Company."

"Yes, boss."

How many directors do they have in total?

"Reporting to the boss, the core board members consist of ten people."

“Very good.” A cruel smile curled at the corner of Fujiwara Seiji’s lips. “Tonight, randomly take care of three of them. Keep it clean, make it look like an accident. I want to test… the true nature of this company, and the reaction of the old dog behind them.”

"Yes, boss."

On the other side, Shigeru Suzuki walked out of the Genesis Building with his head held high and got into his private car.

He immediately dialed President Okuma Shigenobu's number, confidently boasting, "President, the matter has been resolved smoothly! That Fujiwara Seiji is indeed just a greenhorn; he was intimidated by a few words from me! He promised not to interfere in our affairs again."

"Hahaha! Well done, Suzuki!" On the other end of the phone came Shigenobu Okuma's hearty laughter. "I knew it! How much guts could a writer have! He's still too green to mess with us!"

"Pass the word," Ōkuma Shigenobu's laughter carried a hint of cruelty, "Have the rest of you continue the operation! Take care of those stubborn fools! Oh, and by the way, give Fujiwara Seiji some face, don't touch Kato Megumi's family. Consider it... our charity to this 'genius'!"

"Director, you have such a broad vision! If Seiji Fujiwara were smart, he would be incredibly grateful to you!" Shigeru Suzuki said ingratiatingly.

"Hahahaha..." came Shigenobu Okuma's even more delighted laughter from the other end of the phone.

Chapter 135 Receiving [Tatung Life Insurance Company] (1/2)

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That evening.

Seiji Fujiwara returned to his penthouse apartment.

Kato Megumi had prepared dinner and, like a submissive wife, greeted him at the door.

She seems to have fully accepted her new identity.

However, while she was eating, her phone, which was on the table, suddenly lit up with a "ding," indicating a message notification in a Line group chat.

She clicked on it subconsciously, her brow furrowing.

They're here again! Those bastards are here again!

[My family did the same! They even smashed my husband's portrait! Waaaaah...]

How could this be? Weren't they supposed to have all disappeared?

The group chat was once again shrouded in panic and despair.

Kato Megumi was not threatened, but seeing what other families in the group had gone through filled her with doubt.

She looked up at Seiji Fujiwara and couldn't help but ask:

"Fujiwara-sensei, those yakuza... why have they reappeared?"

She thought the problem was completely solved.

Seiji Fujiwara put down his wine glass, looked into her confused eyes, and smiled faintly.

"Not urgent."

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."

Kato Megumi remained puzzled; she couldn't understand the meaning of those words at all.

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In Tokyo under the cover of night, three directors of Daido Life Insurance Company are enjoying their lavish nightlife in their respective settings.

They never dreamed that the Grim Reaper's scythe was already hanging over their heads.

Ginza 6-chome.

Inside a top-tier private club that is not open to the public, the air is filled with the sweet scent of money and hormones.

Kosuke Tanaka, one of the directors of Daido Life Insurance Company, is lying on a velvet sofa with two women on his left and right.

Two scantily clad, pretty hostesses giggled as they fed him peeled, top-quality Muscat grapes, one by one.

"Lord Tanaka, you are truly amazing..." a young woman flattered "107" in a coquettish voice.

"Hahahaha!" Tanaka Kosuke laughed smugly, his greasy hand roaming freely over the woman's waist. "The best is yet to come! Once the company's 'asset optimization' is complete, I'll take you to Hawaii and rent an entire island!"

The "asset optimization" he mentioned refers to his plan to renege on the huge air crash compensation.

In his view, those families who lost loved ones were nothing more than numbers on his financial statements that could be erased at will.

He had long forgotten about the little incident with Seiji Fujiwara. In his view, a young man who wrote a book was insignificant in the face of real capital and violence.

Just then, the door to the private room was gently pushed open.

A tall, handsome young man dressed as a waiter walked in. He was carrying an ice bucket containing a brand-new bottle of Romanée-Conti.

"Lord Tanaka, here's your drink." His voice was as melodious as a cello.

"Oh? I didn't order anything..." Tanaka Kosuke raised his head, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness.

"This is a gift from our restaurant to such a distinguished guest as you." The waiter smiled, walked up to him, and placed the ice bucket on the table.

Just as he bent over, a poisoned needle, as thin as a cow's hair and shimmering with a ghostly blue light, slid out from his sleeve.

call out!

The waiter flicked his wrist subtly.

The poisoned needle shot out like lightning, piercing the back of Kosuke Tanaka's neck.

"what……"

Kosuke Tanaka felt as if he had been bitten on the neck by a mosquito. He instinctively tried to scratch it, but an irresistible numbness instantly spread from his spine throughout his body.

The world in his eyes began to spin.

The giggles of the two hostesses grew increasingly distant.

He opened his mouth, trying to call for help, but no sound came out. The light in his eyes dimmed quickly, like a candle blown out by the wind.

Finally, he collapsed onto the sofa, his body still twitching slightly, a trickle of white foam escaping from the corner of his mouth.

"Lord Tanaka? What's wrong?" The two young women were terrified by this sudden turn of events.

The handsome "waiter," however, had already vanished from the private room like a ghost, disappearing silently into the shadows of the corridor. It wasn't until several minutes later, when the women's piercing screams alerted the others.

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At the same time, on the Capital Expressway.

A bright red Ferrari 488 is speeding wildly at over 200 kilometers per hour.

In the driver's seat, another director of Daido Life, Takeru Satoh, was enjoying the roar of the engine while making a phone call to his lover.

"Honey, wait ten more minutes! I just slipped away from a boring dinner party... Tonight, I'll show you what a real 'man' is!"

He hung up the phone, a lewd smile spreading across his face, and pressed the accelerator even harder.

Behind him, a seemingly ordinary, fully loaded truck followed at a leisurely pace. Inside the cab, a man wearing a baseball cap, his eyes coldly fixed on the flickering red flames ahead, reported through his earpiece:

"The target has been identified: section C3, where traffic is sparse, meeting the criteria for an 'unexpected' situation."

"Received. Execute." The same cold voice came through the earpiece.

The man nodded and slowly floored the accelerator.

"boom--!"

This steel behemoth's speed soared from 80 kilometers per hour to 160 kilometers per hour in just three seconds!

Inside the Ferrari, Takeru Satoh was still lost in his fantasies of an upcoming romantic encounter.

When he saw those two headlights, as dazzling as the sun and rapidly enlarging, in his rearview mirror, his brain didn't even have time to react.

“What—?!”

This was his last thought before leaving this world.

next second.

"Boom——!!!"

An earth-shattering bang!

Faced with absolute quality and power, that top-of-the-line sports car, worth tens of millions of yen, is as fragile as a soda can.

It was completely swallowed up, crushed, and torn apart from behind by a large truck!

The car body instantly deformed, twisting into a burning mass of scrap metal, rolling and rubbing against each other on the highway, leaving a trail of sparks hundreds of meters long!

Passersby screamed in terror and braked, triggering a series of rear-end collisions.

The truck that had completed its "mission" didn't even slow down; it crashed through the guardrail, plunged off the adjacent overpass, and fell into the construction site below, causing another violent explosion.

The driver, just a second before the impact, nimbly jumped out of the other door like a monkey and disappeared into the night.

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