Please make money.

"Don't just chop down everyone you see. It's against the law."

"But you saw it before! They actually forced those girls to film!"

"That's a signed contract. Perform it normally, otherwise you will have to pay liquidated damages. Don't forget that our purpose is to negotiate business and get those contracts back."

"Oh, I understand. If he stabs me with this knife, he will betray the boss, so he will listen to us!"

"Isn't it? It's mainly because I'm annoyed with this guy..."

Alia picked out something from the broken desk drawer, and it turned out to be a Type 66 fist gun from the Ko's Land Weapons Manufacturing Institute!

Well, to put it simply, it's a .38 caliber Colt Special Detective revolver, commonly known as the Lion Nose. I didn't expect this thing to be so tasteful.

Of course, it is also possible that this type of gun was sold more frequently in the past and was easier to obtain. It is estimated that hundreds of thousands of them have been sold over the past sixty years.

An Lele was immediately furious when he saw this: "He actually pulled out a gun? This is a lack of moral principles! Kill him! Where is the Jidao?!"

"Who said the Yakuza don't use guns? Just watch some of Kitano Takeshi's movies..."

"I don't care! I just don't like him!"

At this time, An Lele was a typical lawless person, and the idea of ​​a hero breaking the law with force was fully embodied in her.

Only in a peaceful environment like that in China would she be a little more obedient and restrained, but when she goes out, she is extremely aggressive.

It's like the big golden retriever is two completely different beings when facing humans and when facing small dogs, which is somewhat schizophrenic.

Reason? There's no such thing! These bastards deserve nothing more than a knife from me!

Luckily, she had some sense and didn't go for the life of the person, but the cut to the thigh or arm caused half a basin of blood to spurt out, which was pretty scary...

The younger brother was trembling and useless, so Alia turned her gaze to the man in the windbreaker: "Hey, are you their accomplice?"

"……no."

"No? Then you are his business partner?"

"Not at all."

"You are neither an accomplice nor a business partner. Are you his enemy?"

"It is."

"Since we are enemies and we are face to face." Alia circled around him and said, "I didn't see you fighting him... Then why are you here? Are you barking like a dog?"

"..."

151-Dirty and shameless behavior of the despicable Ezra

Of course the man in the windbreaker wasn't here to bark like a dog; he was here to complete a commission.

Alia came with bad intentions, and the other party couldn't figure out her location for a while, and could only think that she was not a bad person based on their feeling.

But An Lele couldn't resist the gossip. She thought this guy seemed to have some interesting stories, so she forced him to tell her origins.

"Miss! You can't just let this guy go - didn't he see our faces?"

Do you understand the rules? You can't live after seeing Ai Muzhi's face!

Alia grabbed the kneeling brother by the collar with her bare hands and lifted him up.

What is it like to lift a grown man with one hand?

Thank you for the invitation. It’s as easy as picking up a bag of rice. After all, my golden finger is a natural power.

"No hurry, let's do the business first." Alia comforted An Lele, then gathered the strength in her palms, and the collar closed like a noose.

After several seconds, the other man struggled as if he was about to suffocate, and Alia threw him down.

"Where is the girl you tricked back here?"

“No, no!” Brother No. 2 was confused. There hasn’t been any new stock recently!

Alia picked up an alarm clock, twisted it, and slammed it down beside her. "Speak! If you can't speak before the alarm goes off, your head will be gone!"

"It's unfair! It really didn't happen!!"

The second little brother did not have the character of a gangster at all. He prostrated on the ground and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

Ailia listened to his confusing lines, squinted her eyes, thinking about something, and then winked at An Lele.

An Lele understood, threw his weapons on the ground, picked up a fire axe, and rushed to the rooms that had not been checked before.

If there is no such thing, then it can only be a misunderstanding.

Alia has to stay here. The opponent's boss is here. Whether it is to surround the point and attack the reinforcements or to sit back and wait for an opportunity, there is always something that can be done.

The man in the windbreaker pressed his hat and protected the woman behind him: "Since you have things to deal with, we won't disturb you."

As he said this, he turned around and left with his men. However, when he reached the door, he heard a sharp sound of breaking wind coming from behind him.

The man in the windbreaker subconsciously turned around to avoid, but found that the other party was not aiming at him - it was a katana, whistling and stabbing into the door, sinking into it at least a palm deep.

Looking at the sword that was still shaking violently, and the bright light and his own distorted face reflected on the blade, the man in the windbreaker raised his hand and pressed on his waist.

"Sir, I am not your enemy, please don't misunderstand me."

"I bet you 10,000 yen that you don't have a gun in your arms."

Ai Shuangying spoke calmly, pointed his toes, picked up another sword, and without looking back, stabbed it into the shoulder blade of the president behind him.

The latter, who was pretending to be unconscious, screamed, his hand loosened, and another hidden gun fell to the floor.

"Because those who really have guns would have either taken them out to scare people, or hidden them so that no one would find them, in order to launch a sneak attack."

"..."

"Tell me your story. I don't think you are a bad person."

The man in the windbreaker looked at the solid wood desk that was broken in half by a kick, and the long knife beside him that was stuck in the door frame. He was silent for a moment and talked about the past.

There was a young man named Kawagen Ichiro, a poor man who depended on his sister for survival.

Their father died in a car accident at an early age, and their mother worked hard doing odd jobs to raise them.

When Ichiro Kawagen was admitted to high school, his mother fell ill. The illness was too serious to be cured and the Kawagen siblings, who had no money to treat her, could only watch their mother die.

For the sake of his only family, Kawagen Ichiro studied hard and won a private scholarship from the foundation, which funded his admission into the prestigious Faculty of Law at the University of Tokyo.

I originally thought that such a future would definitely be bright - or it really did seem bright.

Ichiro Kawagen studies happily and works hard as an intern for the foundation that provides scholarships, hoping to change the lives of himself and his sister.

It was not until the consortium commissioned him to carry out some improper litigation work, especially some litigation cases that were almost oppressive in nature, that he began to resist.

His father did not receive the proper compensation for the car accident, which led to the family life falling into hardship and his mother becoming ill from overwork.

However, the transportation company under the consortium asked him to handle those claims cases, and tried their best to lower the compensation to the victims for the sake of corporate profits, which made him very uncomfortable.

He firmly believed that this happened not because of the intention of those at the top of the consortium, but because someone in the executive management position below was deceiving their superiors and concealing the truth.

So he collected some evidence and found the sponsor who had been "very optimistic about him" in the past, wanting to inform him that such a bug had appeared within the consortium and that he needed to be vigilant.

The other party was shocked. After receiving the evidence, he was asked to go back and wait for news. He also repeatedly asked whether the evidence had been shown to other people. If not, it must not be leaked, which would have a very bad impact on the consortium and cause heavy losses in interests such as stocks.

After learning that there was nothing, the other party breathed a sigh of relief and personally escorted him out of the manor.

The next day, his sister was in a car accident and was hit by a building materials truck on the way to school.

The perpetrator fled and threw the seriously injured and dying sister into a smelly ditch on the side of the road. According to the forensic identification, the sister suffered in pain for several hours before she died completely. During this period of time, someone may have passed by, but did not notice the poor injured person, leading to such a tragedy.

Ichiro Kawagen thought it was an accident and that the perpetrator was despicable and vicious, and had truly lost his humanity.

The manager of the consortium found him and helped him find the culprit, but also told him another thing.

That is, if you want to make the perpetrator confess, you must use the "power of the industry" to make him afraid, and the bargaining chip is the information in his hand.

In other words, if he wants to bring this person to justice, he has to reconcile with the transportation association, and the other party will naturally help him vent his anger.

Otherwise, unless he can find evidence himself and send the other party to prison, he can only watch the other party go unpunished.

Kawagen Ichiro chose the second path because he discovered that something was wrong and suspected that he was involved in a shady deal.

He passed the first-class national examination in a roundabout way and was recruited by the National Police Agency, becoming a member of the professional group, one of only 22 or so police officers among 500.

It stands to reason that with such an identity and his background in the University of Tokyo, it would be unstoppable for him to find out the truth. No one wants to offend such a rising star.

You have to know that a patrol chief is already the end of many non-professional groups, but he was directly appointed as the patrol chief when he joined the company.

The non-professional group has to start as patrollers. Except for a few outstanding ones who can be promoted to police captains, most people will just be patrollers or patrol chiefs for their entire lives.

But compared to those who could only be promoted to superintendent at most, he only needed to confirm the department and was promoted to deputy inspector.

After another 3 months of basic courses and 9 months of practice in the police station, you can be promoted to police captain.

After that, positions such as Superintendent of Police and Superintendent of Police will come naturally, and even Superintendent of Police and Director General of Police are not impossible.

However, such a person was suppressed and sat on the bench. As long as he showed his intention to thoroughly investigate his sister's car accident case, he would be warned.

It was not until two years ago that he learned from some secret channels that one of the culprits of the car accident that year was the big brother mentioned by the president.

The enraged Kawagen Ichiro wanted to catch him, but a serious car accident occurred during the chase and collision between the two sides, and the latter died in the fire.

Such a serious traffic accident, accompanied by obvious intention of speeding and crashing, naturally meant that his career came to an end.

If his classmates hadn't rescued him, he, the victim of the chase, might even have been charged with murder.

What follows is a story about a former professional team, now private detectives, who constantly try to gather clues indirectly, hoping to fulfill their obsession with the rest of their lives.

"If you want to say that I have no blood in my veins, go ahead and scold me. I already understand how those big shots act. They won't be stingy about using up a few insignificant dogs and then completely burying me... So even if it's for my sister, I have to stay useful."

After all, he was a top student at the University of Tokyo and a former professional.

He is not the kind of gangster who can ignore dog-eat-dog situations and doesn't mind dying in the gutter.

Therefore, those "big shots" will not violate the rules of the game they set themselves and take direct action against such a talent.

After all, if such people were obedient, they would still be using them...

Ailia didn't mean to curse, she just listened calmly, tapping the armrest from time to time.

For a moment, the man in the windbreaker even felt that the other party had seen this kind of thing many times and had long been accustomed to the sufferings of the world.

But how could that be possible if you think about it? She looked like just a girl in her teens.

...Okay, just a little girl born with supernatural powers.

"I'm quite curious, how are you going to take revenge? For example, this guy."

The man in the windbreaker looked at the president who was nailed to the wall with hatred: "People like them are just knives in the hands of those consortiums."

"So you're going to let him go?"

"Of course not - you can leave and I'll take care of this for you."

"How to deal with it?"

"The struggles between the Yakuza have their own rules. Generally speaking, as long as they don't involve criminal murders, they won't be noticed."

In other words, even if Alia broke his hands and feet, these guys would not take the initiative to call the police unless they no longer wanted to be in the underworld.

But if they don't get involved in the underworld, how can they make a living? Can a group of real scums turn over a new leaf?

Ailia sighed, somewhat dejectedly: "I thought you could be of some use, but I didn't expect you to be so narrow-minded."

"..."

"You're a top law student who graduated from the University of Tokyo, right? Have you ever thought about going back to your old job?"

"Yes." The man in the windbreaker looked at Alia: "What do you want to do?"

Alia stood up and clapped her hands: "Next, I will get their breach of contract contracts, and then-"

"It's useless. They have higher-level organizations and specialized law firms to help them with lawsuits, and there are also congressmen who protect them."

Alia looked at the man in the windbreaker as if he were a fool, then pointed at herself and said, "I am very rich!"

"...?"

"Then why don't I use their methods on themselves? This is called learning from the barbarians to defeat them."

Isn't it just the same as beheading someone and treating them like dogs? It's so funny. I haven't watched old Hong Kong movies. They played this game to death in the movies back then.

"Next, you can use some trickery to get more dirty information out of them, and even take revenge at the same time."

The man in the windbreaker turned his gaze to the president who had just spoken harshly, his eyes filled with hatred.