Please make money.

"Then you can form a special team of lawyers to beat these people to death."

“…I don’t have that much money.”

"I have it, but of course I can't give it to you because I'm a legitimate businessman. Even if I used some high-end business negotiation techniques this time, I'm still a good person."

Alia patted the president's face and said, "Hey, wake up, where is your money?"

The man in the windbreaker blinked and was a little stunned for a moment.

He never imagined that someone could be so bad.

They came to their house and knocked down the entire Takeuchi Group, then robbed them of their money and used their money to sue and kill them.

What is this? Waste recycling?

The Takeuchi Group is not a militant yakuza. Even if they are, there are not many of them who would really put money before their lives and talk about integrity and righteousness.

Alia easily found the other party's safe in the office. After opening it and checking it, she put the two guns inside aside with disgust.

"I say, you can check these guns when you have time. Maybe these guys can be linked to more useful things."

The money is not too much, but definitely not small. In addition to Japanese yen, there are also some hard currencies such as gold. It can be seen that the president of Takeuchi Group does not like bank savings.

As for the contracts, they were also inside, neatly stacked in file bags, with more than a dozen copies.

Alia took a gold bar as a handle and gave the rest to the man in the windbreaker: "Do you know what to do next?"

"I know."

"tell me the story."

"I will first obtain evidence, then call the police to arrest them all, and then file a prosecution."

"……you sure?"

"Is there any problem?" The man in the windbreaker looked at Alia in confusion, and then suddenly realized: "Don't worry, I will never betray you!"

"I just wonder why those guys want to keep you, because you really don't pose any threat... Come on, come on, let me teach you what to do."

Alia hooked her finger and said, "First, go find a few poor people who are seriously ill but have no money to treat them. There are hospitals or somewhere else that can help."

"Find them... and then?"

"Then burn this crappy office and burn all the evidence of our presence. Create a scene where those poor guys are fighting with these bastards because of a violation of the contract. As for why they were hacked to pieces by a few patients, it's because they were incapable of doing so."

“…No one will believe it.”

"Then who can prove that these things are not true? Huh? Him? Or him?"

Alia grabbed the second brother and put the knife to his neck: "Tell me! Who cut you!"

"Yes, it was the patient who chopped me!" The second brother was startled and quickly responded: "It was our evil contract that deceived them!"

"Very good, you are just an accomplice and will be released soon." Alia patted his shoulder and said, "Remember to please Lawyer Chuanyuan, otherwise you will be dead."

The man in the windbreaker was a little entangled: "Is this okay?"

"You should ask the opposite question: what would happen today without me?"

What will the scene be like?

The man in the windbreaker imagined that they couldn't touch him openly, but they would still harass him.

They would threaten their landlords, throw paint on them, hawk their wares with loudspeakers early in the morning, and even create disgusting slander and defamation incidents.

And her client will probably receive the same treatment until she completely surrenders or resigns herself to her fate and leaves the city and returns to her hometown.

These guys will still be at large, manipulating their own rules, and innocent people will suffer but have nowhere to appeal.

What Alia actually wants to do is to frame these extremely bad scum and fabricate crimes for them, such as fights, frauds, and so on.

The black-hearted contract is within the rules, so they won't print a few copies outside the rules - just force them to be the first party! They chose it, and they have a criminal record.

The man in the windbreaker took a deep breath. The compassionate self of his should have died on the day his sister died.

It's ridiculous that I have been thinking about defeating these bastards within the rules, but I don't know that this is just a cat-and-mouse game that they don't care about.

"In this way... can I achieve justice?"

"It's up to you - anyway, in this case, you can at least get revenge on them and bite them hard a few times."

"...I will make sure they will never get out of here in their lifetime."

"You're just too kind." Alia shrugged. "Why don't you give them something else to do? Like make them socially dead or something."

The Jinyiwei all knew that they would bury jade seals, dragon robes and other things in the backyards of loyal and good people first, not to mention that you are framing loyal and good people.

Young man, when facing these guys who have no bottom line, you should stand on the same track with them and have even fewer bottom lines than them!

As they were talking, An Lele came back. There was blood on his fire axe, but he was grinning happily, looking as scary as a murderer.

"Miss! Good news! They are filming in those rooms. Two of them are still filming. The soundproofing is very good. No one can hear anything outside the door."

"Is this good news?"

"Yes! Those two women came here to earn money on their own, they were not forced to do so. Isn't that good news?"

"That's certainly a relief... Did you cut anyone?"

"No!" An Lele said innocently, "I wanted to persuade them to give up those bad habits before, but they didn't want to. When they were arguing, they bumped into the axe themselves. Some of them hit it with their hands, and some with their feet. I didn't even hit it head-on - well, I meant I always held it upside down, and they only broke their bones."

"Where did the blood come from?"

"Ah, maybe it's the paint. I don't know. I'm just a kid, only 17."

"Yes, very spiritual..."

Alia threw her a gold bar to show that their trip today was not in vain and they should gain something when they go out.

"Take the contract away, burn this lousy place down, clear the area, and leave—and break all these guys' legs before you leave!"

"Two or three?"

"It would be too deliberate to break one or both of them. Let them deal with the rest on their own."

Alia patted the man in the windbreaker on the arm. "We have the ability to come here to challenge them, so we also have the ability to kill them a second or third time, so they dare not retaliate against us. But you are different... So you can either break the rules and root them out, or you can stick to the pathetic bottom line and drown in the rules."

"…I have decided to take revenge. Thank you for your help."

"When the so-called rules fail to bring justice to the parties involved, private revenge becomes justified and even noble from that moment on."

"Is it like this all over the world..." Although the man in the windbreaker decided to do this, he still felt a little sad: "Is it really true that there is no fairness and justice in such a matter?"

"No, no, no, don't lump us in with you. We don't have any legal Yakuza over there. How shameful."

An Lele nodded and said, "That's right, we despise these things the most."

"Exactly." Alia put on her hat and said, "We Chinese despise any violation of the rules except rebellion."

The man in the windbreaker cannot be said to be useless, he can only be said to be too naive. When the time comes when both sides are desperate, why bother about rules?

He rented a dump truck and waited in front of those guys' company, which was an excellent business negotiation behavior.

Not to mention other feats like holding a bottle of wine in the left hand and a lighter in the right hand, or the legendary gunman Yamagami-kun!

The waves are stirring in Miluo Abyss, and chaotic clouds are flying around the peak of Wushan Mountain; I stand alone in this dark and turbid world, and my righteous indignation is burning with boiling blood!

The rich and powerful only know how to be proud of their family background, but there are really few people who care about the country; the wealthy and powerful only know how to boast about their wealth, but they never think about the country...

The man in the windbreaker didn't know why the two girls were so arrogant: "But now—"

"It's just pest control, these are trivial matters. Oh, and by the way, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't become a scum like them by fighting violence with violence."

The 18-year-old girl and the 17-year-old follower looked at him together, and their two young and lovely faces had the same bright smile, just like beautiful girls seen on the street.

"If that happens, I won't be able to resist cleaning you out the next time I see you. I'm a germaphobe when it comes to bugs and such."

An Lele nodded repeatedly, indicating that this was true, and my eldest daughter was getting rid of insects in her dream.

"Goodbye then, see you next time~"

"…Who are you? Can you tell me your name?"

"My name?" Alia thought for a moment and grinned.

"Godzilla?"

152-Oops! The chicken feet are exposed!

"Swords are unsheathed ~ murderous aura is everywhere ~ the battlefield is full of wind and moon ~"

"He who is alone in the midst of a host of enemies is a brave and courageous man."

"Beauty's tears~break one's heart, this can take one's life. It's the rouge burn——"

Arya sang as she walked along the path. The rain had just stopped and the air was filled with the smell of grass.

An Lele was carrying the borrowed wooden sword on his back, following behind her, holding a bag as if he was coming back from shopping.

In the bag was the snatched contract, and according to the planned plot, he should have also picked up a beautiful girl, but he didn't.

These contracts need to be checked slowly when they get back, and they can't be out for too long, so they just ran away after confiscating everything.

When passing the street corner, An Lele saw an old man picking up trash. He was quite curious.

"Isn't it said that the streets here are so clean that you can roll around in them? Why are there still people picking up trash?"

"You were cutting the air before?"

"what?"

"These people are the ones who were oppressed by the yakuza and became bankrupt and unemployed, and finally lost their income and their families."

"How do you know, Miss?"

"Of course it's made up." Ailia searched her pockets but couldn't find any money. She raised her hand to An Lele and said, "Give me the money you hid before."

"Tsk, just a little bit." An Lele took out a stack of ten thousand yuan bills: "These are old bills, they can be used. We can't come here in vain."

Alia only took one piece of gold, but An Lele secretly took two stacks of money from the other party, one stack of Japanese yen and one stack of US dollars, and moved quickly.

Alia took out two and handed them to the homeless man. The latter was stunned for a moment, wiped his hands on his body, and still accepted them respectfully.

"Did you see us passing here today?"

The homeless man suddenly realized and bowed immediately: "I'm so sorry! I didn't come out today and didn't see anything!"

"Well...stay away from here recently, so as not to be invited to a pork chop meal. Some things are quite troublesome."

The homeless man picked up the bag without saying a word and ran away.

An Lele didn't comment, after all, she was not really afraid.

To put it bluntly, who could believe that the duo who went out in the middle of the night to do justice and killed a gang of thirty or forty people were girls of 17 or 18 years old?

Even if she believed it, as long as the other party checked Alia's wealth, she would fall into doubt in her life again.

Just like no one would think that a person who goes out to fight criminals in tights at night is actually Wang Xcong, who is drunk and whoring during the day. This is a natural protective color.

With her status, if she wants to take down a mafia organization, she only needs to say a few words to the local partners.

Those local prominent trading companies and even financial groups can crush the Takeuchi Group in a matter of minutes...

But when she thought about this, she had another opinion: "Miss, do you really believe that guy named Kawagen Ichiro?"

“Does it matter whether you believe it or not?”

"what?"

"He took so much money, so naturally he should take the blame. If he has the guts, he can fight the other party to the end and get his revenge. If he doesn't have the guts, can he blame me?"

Alia also had something to say. What kind of dungeons had she fought in the past? What kind of small CG plot was this? Could she do this herself?

"I helped him so much, gave him money and opportunities - it would be even funnier if he lied to me. He's stupid enough to seek death."

It's so funny. I just chopped someone down, but the other party took the real money. If there is any problem, shouldn't I go after him?

"...Miss, you are so mean, but if it is true, won't you help him?"

"Let's talk about it then."

Alia felt that what he experienced was real. After all, that kind of angry emotion was difficult to fake.

But it is also true that the other party is inflexible and too narrow-minded. Most people here are like this - except for the respectable Yamagami-kun.

He was the best ashigaru in the world, and he single-handedly defeated the kanpaku in the Nara Summer Campaign. He was truly an admirable warrior!