Tokyo: Love Begins with Controlling the Rich Girl

Sho Shimada answered his question with his actions.

He rushed to the desk with lightning speed and angrily kicked it out.

Takashi Owada's pupils contracted, and he instinctively raised his hand to block.

But before he could even get into position, Shimada Sho's foot had already landed on his chest.

The immense force swept through, sending Takashi Owada and his chair flying several meters before crashing into the filing cabinet behind him.

At that moment, Shimada Shōya walked around the desk, looked down at him, and said coldly, "Shima Hana Runa's property is in your hands."

"It's you?" Takashi Owada's eyebrows twitched slightly, clearly realizing something.

"I'll ask you one more time." Shimada Sho walked to the side to get an ashtray and said in a calm tone, "Is Shima Hana Runa's property in your possession?"

“…It’s right here,” Takashi Owada replied.

At the same time, he suddenly sprang up and threw a punch at Shimada Sho from behind.

Sensing the movement behind him, Shimada Sho moved.

He spun around, grabbed Takashi Owada's tie, and pulled it down sharply.

Takashi Owada slammed his body hard onto the table as he rushed over.

"boom!"

The loud thud made the middle-aged man in the office shudder.

Looking up, one could see the boy who had suddenly barged in had already reached out and pressed the head of the previously arrogant Takashi Owada onto the table.

But Takashi Owada is no ordinary person either.

He moved his arms fiercely, opened the drawer, and saw a gleaming blade flash.

He already had a dagger in his hand, and with a backhand thrust, he stabbed the boy behind him in the lower back.

But the boy was faster.

He loosened Owada Takashi's tie, grabbed the other man's wrist holding the knife, and twisted it in the opposite direction.

"Click".

The sound of a wrist dislocating.

The dagger slipped from Takashi Owada's hand.

He caught the dagger smoothly, and with a backhand slash, plunged it down hard.

"what--!!!"

The knife tip pierced through the palm and embedded itself in the table.

Takashi Owada let out a piercing scream.

Chapter 113 Sumiyoshi Meeting, Kiryu Kazuyo

"Can we talk properly now?"

After countering his opponent with a single strike, Shimada Sho released his grip and took a step back.

Takashi Owada was lying face down on the table, one hand pinned to the surface and the other dislocated and hanging by his side, sweating profusely from the pain.

"Who are you, and what do you want?!"

He was breathing heavily and asked in a rough voice.

At this moment, Takashi Owada had lost his composure and calmness.

All I could see was shock and bewilderment.

Everything happened so fast.

When he noticed the commotion outside and looked over, he saw that more than a dozen people had already been knocked to the ground.

Knowing that the other party had ill intentions, he wanted to remain calm and negotiate.

As a result, the other party attacked as soon as they entered the room.

He wasn't given a chance to figure out the situation at all.

Based on the name the other party mentioned, he vaguely guessed the identity of the boy in front of him.

I just can't quite believe it.

The woman named Shimahana Runa had only one relative besides her daughter and stepson.

They were also the young people who set this trap for them.

But they had done a background check on that young man beforehand; he was just an ordinary high school student.

How could it be so strong?

His actions were ruthless, unlike those of a young person.

He was shocked and puzzled, which is why he asked that question.

They wanted to confirm whether the person in front of them was the high school student who owed them money before.

"Then I'll answer you one more time."

After the question was asked, the other party walked to the table.

Looking down at him with an indifferent expression, he repeated, "Return Shima Hana Runa's property."

"...Are you Shimada Sho?"

This time, it's confirmed that Takashi Owada is involved.

Shimada Sho didn't answer his question, but instead reached out and picked up the ashtray on the table.

"Sure! You can have it!" Ōwada Takashi panicked immediately.

He discovered that this kid was completely unreasonable.

Judging from his decisive action just now, he had no doubt that the ashtray would fall on his head.

So without thinking, I gave an affirmative answer.

Upon hearing this, Shimada Sho stopped what he was doing.

“That property wasn’t worth much to begin with.” Takashi Owada forced a smile despite the pain. “If you want it, take it.”

As he spoke, he used his dislocated wrist to painfully push several documents in front of him.

"The property transfer certificate is right here. It's already stamped. Just sign it and it'll be valid."

Shimada Sho picked up the document and flipped through it.

It is indeed the transfer certificate for Aunt Island Flower's house, and the seal of Owada Financial has already been affixed to it.

He folded the document and put it in his pocket.

Then my gaze fell back to the table and I saw a contract lying underneath.

The name on the contract cover begins with "Sasaki".

“Deal with this one too,” Shimada Sho said, pointing to the contract.

Takashi Owada's smile vanished instantly. "No way!"

"Oh?" Shimada Sho was somewhat surprised.

Since he decided to resort to violence, he didn't intend to end it easily.

Seeing the documents on the table with Sasaki's name on them, and then looking at the middle-aged man kneeling there who bore a resemblance to Nozomi Sasaki, I thought I'd take this opportunity to solve the problem as well.

Even if the other party is just making a temporary arrangement, the property transfer certificate is still a real document.

Getting it would alleviate the pressure on the Sasaki family.

But to my surprise, Takashi Owada had a completely different attitude towards the same property.

They gave it away so easily, but the Sasaki family refused, even at the risk of being attacked.

So he asked, "Why?"

“It’s different over there.” Takashi Owada put aside his fear and said, “The Sasaki family’s shops are now owned by the Sumiyoshi-kai, not by me.”

"Sumiyoshikai?"

“Since you dared to come here, you should know what the Sumiyoshi-kai is.” Takashi Owada’s expression became more serious as he explained, “It is the largest designated yakuza group in Tokyo. Our Owada-gumi was originally separated from the Sumiyoshi-kai. This redevelopment of Okubo is the Sumiyoshi-kai’s biggest project in the past five years. The Sasaki family’s shop is located in the core area.”

"So you set a trap for us?"

"It's just business," Takashi Owada said without changing his expression. "That shop will be demolished sooner or later; we're just doing it ahead of time..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Shimada Sho pulled the dagger out of his hand.

"what--!"

Blood gushed from the wound. Takashi Owada clutched his bloodied hand, trembling with pain.

Shimada Sho held the dagger to his neck.

"I'll ask, you answer."

Owada breathed heavily.

"Who is behind this? Why is your Ōwada-gumi targeting that area?"

“I told you, that’s the Sumiyoshi-kai…”

"My question is, why is your Owada-gumi working for the Sumiyoshi-kai?" Shimada Sho interrupted him directly. "Didn't you become independent?"

Takashi Owada fell silent, seemingly unwilling to answer.

But feeling the cold touch on his neck, he still said, "Because the old man wants to go back. Back then, he offended many people by breaking away from the Sumiyoshi-kai. Now that he's old, he wants to return to his roots, so he's using the development of Okubo as a pledge of loyalty to return."

"So that's why you've been desperately acquiring properties in that area?"

“Yes.” Takashi Owada did not deny it, pointing to the Sasaki family's contract in front of him, “This is the last piece of land. If we get it, we can rejoin the Sumiyoshi-kai. If we don't get it…”

“There’s no land that our Owada Group can’t take.” Owada Takashi’s words were suddenly interrupted by a deep voice.

A square-faced man in his early fifties walked into the office.

Shimada Sho recognized him at a glance; he was the same Owada Heavy Industries man he had met when he came to pay off his debts last time.

He was followed by two bodyguards, both burly and wearing bulging suits.

Unlike Takashi Owada, he has a very calm and composed demeanor.

He glanced at Shimada Sho as he entered, then turned his gaze to his son, who was pinned to the table, and asked in a deep voice, "Takashi, our distinguished guest is still upstairs. Have you forgotten what I told you?"

"I'm sorry, Father." Takashi Owada bowed his head and apologized.

Owada Heavy Industries then turned to look at Shimada Sho again, and said in a calm tone, "Young man, I understand the situation. You can take the house you want."

"I've already received it," Shimada Sho replied calmly.

As he spoke, the sharp dagger was still pressed against the carotid artery in Ōwada Takashi's neck.

With just a little force, the blade can cut into the skin.

Owada Heavy Industries glanced at his hand without showing any emotion, and then said again, "The Sasaki family's shop involves some matters that are not for you to touch. Take what you need and leave. I can pretend that nothing happened today."

"What if I don't leave?" Shimada Sho remained unmoved.

But as soon as he said that, the two bodyguards behind Owada Heavy Industries reached for their waists.

Seeing this, Shimada Sho narrowed his eyes, applied slight pressure to his hand, and pressed the blade down.

If the other party has a gun and is truly intent on killing, even with superhuman strength and reflexes, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

But taking care of the hostages with a single blow is still quite simple.

Having decided to kill, Shimada Sho exuded a dignified aura.

Even though he had the youthful innocence typical of teenagers, there was not a trace of panic in his eyes.

Owada Heavy Industries met those eyes and remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he raised his hand to stop his subordinate's actions.

The two bodyguards didn't draw their guns, but their hands remained on their waists.