Please make money.

The light sign was flickering like it was having seizures, lighting up from time to time, but then dimming again, like the breathing of a bellows.

Besides, the guy in front of him doesn't look like a good guy at first glance. Who would be willing to get in and deal with them?

As if he could see the resistance of the woman in front of him, the gangster spat: "I say, what do you think we are?"

"..."

"We are in a civilized society now. We rely on our brains! We rely on rules! Do you think we are the kind of delinquents who don't know the rules?"

The gangster took out something that should have been a work ID card from the pocket of his flowered shirt and waved it in front of the other party with a smug look on his face.

"Look carefully! I'm a staff member of the office! Do you see it?"

"I, I'm not going... Take out your things! I'll wait here!"

"...Tsk!" The gangster bared his teeth in dissatisfaction and looked the guy up and down.

He was about to say something else when a deep voice came from the side.

"Fujita, I advise you to restrain yourself."

"..." The gangster named Fujita's eyes changed and he glanced towards the darkness next to him.

A man in a big windbreaker walked out of the darkness, holding a big black umbrella and wearing a hat.

"Oh, isn't this the one we respect--oh, sorry, I just remembered, you are no longer the patrol chief, Kawagen-san, you are just a private detective now, right?"

The gangster raised his hand and poked him hard in the chest: "You are just a private detective! Don't think you are the patrol chief of the Investigation Division!"

Moreover, even the Investigation Division has no control over them, as they are usually watched by a special gang countermeasures department.

There are even professional teams such as the "Yamaguchi-gumi Countermeasures Team" and the "Machinery Use Countermeasures Team" to target some special yakuza organizations.

The Takeuchi Group is only after money, and there is no such vicious crime that is worthy of the Gang Countermeasures Department's efforts to target, so naturally they are playing crazy and skirting the rules like they are doing now.

“Fujita, do you want to see my yearbook?” The man in the windbreaker looked at him as if he were looking at a pile of dog shit: “My classmates are all still working hard now.”

He was in the professional group and became a patrol chief right after graduation. His future was limitless. His classmates of the same age had already been promoted to superintendent of police.

Even if he left the system due to some problems, his connections are still there. Would it be a big problem to deal with a Yakuza organization?

The gangster Fujita pursed his lips, and after a long moment, he put on a false smile and helped the other party straighten his collar: "Just kidding... Kawagen-san is still so handsome, I also want to buy a windbreaker like this, but only criminals like you can wear it so well, I can't do it."

"...I want to see you guys."

"It's the president. President - Kawagen-san, have you thought it through and are you going to apply for the position of male actor?"

The man in the windbreaker looked at the gangster Fujita in silence, and the latter's playful expression could only slowly fade away and finally turn into silent mockery.

But he still made way, and looked at the woman who came to deliver the money with malicious eyes: "Remember to bring the penalty. You ugly ducklings always dream of becoming white swans, but you don't know that the reason why white swans can be white swans is because they have everything when they are born."

As he said this, he moved closer and whispered in her ear in a low voice, "Don't think that you can get away with it by hiring a private detective. If you disobey us like this, our president will be very angry... Humph!"

The man in the windbreaker put away his umbrella, protected the timid woman and walked up the stairs. The raindrops from the black umbrella spread little by little into the darkness along the corridor.

The gangster Fujita made a disdainful sound, took out a cigarette, lit it, and blew a smoke ring towards the dark rain curtain.

If the other party was still the inspection minister, he would never dare to provoke him like this, but who made him not the inspector?

This world is so cruel. Cats catch mice, mice eat bugs, bugs eat garbage, one thing leads to another.

I just feel sorry for those silly women. Why do they resist? There are obviously easier and more convenient ways to make money...

He finished smoking a cigarette, threw the flickering butt into the rain, and was about to turn around and go back upstairs to see what was going on.

My own young head - oh no - people like the president are the most insidious.

On the surface, they would certainly return all the items politely, and even give a discount on the penalty for breach of contract.

But after finding out that the silly woman only has a simple employment relationship with Kawagen-san, she will definitely take revenge.

Unless she leaves the urban area quickly and returns to the countryside to be a Cinderella, she will be followed, secretly photographed, or even set up by the Takeuchi group to trick her again.

What a naive and unyielding woman. If she could make millions alone, this business would be quite easy to do.

“Pah—”

A soft sound came from behind him.

He subconsciously looked back and saw that the faint red light of the cigarette butt, which had not yet been completely extinguished, seemed to have been extinguished by something in the rain.

"..."

“Pah—”

There was another soft sound, and something seemed to be approaching step by step.

Just at this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky and several flashes of lightning flashed, illuminating the sky as bright as day.

In the rain, you can vaguely see a huge cherry tree beside the road and two people standing in the middle of the road.

Two people?

The gangster Fujita looked at the two tightly wrapped people appearing in front of him and squinted his eyes in confusion, looking at each other.

"Hello----"

He flicked his tongue and made a sound of feigned dissatisfaction, but his hand had already cautiously reached behind his waist.

Until the person in the lead took off his hat, shook off a cloud of raindrops under the eaves with a splash, revealing the beautiful face of a young girl.

"Miss, I borrowed the hat."

"Why does it only have one?"

"Who would put two bamboo hats on the forehead of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"

"I'll give it back later. Can you give me an extra one?"

The two girls were arguing with each other, their voices young and childish, and they were probably less than 40 years old in total.

The gangster Fujita breathed a sigh of relief and drove them away with disgust: "What are you doing? Get out of here! Don't block the door of our office!"

"We're here to discuss business." Arya pulled out a blank contract from under her curtain cloak.

Well, it still has the body temperature of a young girl, how rare.

"...Are you here to sign a contract?" The gangster Fujita said as if he had heard a big joke: "Who lied - I mean, who discovered you?"

Which kid is so talented that he could have tricked two pretty-looking girls into delivering the goods to his door?

Is idol debut so attractive to these girls?

"No, we're here to cancel the contract." The girl pointed to the stairs behind him and said, "Our friends should have been here before, right?"

"Friends? Terminate the contract..." The gangster Fujita's face turned pale: "So you are in the same group - get lost, I'm in a good mood today, they are already talking."

What? I thought it was a little lamb delivered to my door, but I didn't expect it was a guy who knew there was a trap and came here to cause trouble.

With the man in the windbreaker around, they naturally can't gain any advantage, so why let these two ignorant girls disturb the president?

An Lele took down the wooden sword, opened the sword bag, and made a horizontal gesture: "Miss, do you want to do it or should I do it?"

"No, no, no, we should use courtesy before force." Alia stopped An Lele and said, "The most important thing is to find out how many people are inside."

“What if there are too many people?”

"If there are too many people, then be more aggressive!"

"That makes sense..."

“Pfft—you guys!”

The gangster Fujita looked at the girl holding the wooden sword as if he had just witnessed some huge joke.

“Hahaha! Could it be that you’ve read too many comics and think that after learning in the school’s kendo club for a few days, you can punish evil and promote good? Hahahahaha…”

"He laughed at me!"

"Maybe your size doesn't have any intimidating power. You should eat more."

Alia stepped forward and cleared her throat: "Excuse me, if I terminate the contract, do I need to pay a penalty?"

"Of course!"

"Then it's unlikely that I won't pay... Can I ask you for compensation?"

"...Are you sick?" The gangster Fujita looked at the other party a little confused, not knowing why the other party was so unscrupulous.

"No, it seems that our negotiations have broken down. I came here just to explain one of our guiding principles."

"what?"

"That means even if I lose all 200 billion, I won't have a penny to give to you bugs!!"

Ailia raised her hand to take the wooden sword handed over by An Lele, and suddenly jumped up and chopped at the other party -

"Dragon God's 剣を喰らえ!!"

150-The enemy of my enemy is a coward

"Kawagen-san, are you in such a good mood today?"

The boss of this entertainment agency is a man who doesn't look like a jihadist at all.

Wearing a pair of light yellow sunglasses, smooth and smiling.

If it weren't for the lapel of the shirt that had a bit of Yakuza style, he might have looked more like a fat Kizaru.

But compared to one of the three giants who did things for money, the president of the firm did not exude a decadent temperament, but rather a mercenary air.

The lucky cat ornament on the table advocates that harmony brings wealth, and he really did so. As soon as he saw someone coming in, he started to put on a smiling face.

But for some people, their upper limit is determined by their appearance, not to mention that their appearance during the growth period is determined by their heart.

Even with sunglasses on, this president couldn't hide the sourness in the corners of his eyes. He was the kind of middle-aged bitch that was disliked by neighbors.

The man in the windbreaker had no intention of reminiscing about the past with him. After all, he came there to cause trouble, and the other party was a thief and a soldier respectively, so there should be no possibility of friendship between them.

"Takeuchi, if you want to go to jail for economic crimes, that's your freedom."

The man in the windbreaker took out a contract and threw it on his desk: "But today my client is here to take those things back."

"Hey, Kawagen-san, I don't understand what you're saying at all!"

The president changed his sitting position and looked at the woman behind him casually.

"Oh, it's you... I thought you had thought it through and wanted to cooperate with our filming, but you still want to break the contract?"

The woman took off her sunglasses and mask, revealing a face that looked a little deformed due to crying for a long time.

Her red and swollen eyes stared at the president in front of her: "You liars! I didn't provoke you at all!"

"How can you say that? We really want to package you to debut, how about we consider cooperation?"

"you--"

The woman clenched her fists, becoming increasingly emotional.

"You guys posted the video that lied to me everywhere, you guys - you guys -"

The man in the windbreaker held her shoulders. It was obvious that being excited was useless. These guys were fearless.

Unscrupulous companies, unscrupulous lawyers, and unscrupulous gangs, with this trinity, as long as they don't provoke those outside the rules, they are almost invincible.

Those who have the ability to sue them don’t have the time to waste with them.

Those who have no ability but have time will naturally be bullied by these guys.

Even some people who are desperate and want to go to extremes will not be able to get justice from a group of dozens of people.

When they came in just now, they saw those guys in sportswear moving around on the second floor.

Those are typical stable dwellers, younger brothers of the Takeuchi Group. Even if they are not militant, they can still play the role of thugs.

Gangs often divide their bases into headquarters and main houses. The headquarters is the core base of the organization, and the main house is the residence of the current boss.

The cadres with better conditions have their own residences, and large gangs even have manors, and the team members responsible for miscellaneous tasks will live directly in these places.

This type of team member is generally called living in a room, which is simply the same as new employees living in the company dormitory.

However, compared to the younger brothers who work in the headquarters, those younger brothers who hang around in front of the main family, that is, the boss, obviously have more prospects.

So they regard it as a kind of practice, learning the rules and regulations of the Yakuza through the boss's words and deeds, and slowly becoming core members.

The Takeuchi Group does not have that kind of environment, so their stables are not for newcomers to practice, but more of a way to recruit useful younger brothers.