Please make money.

Suddenly talking about an unrelated topic, General Manager Fujita began to touch a young girl next to him.

Johnson frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, this girl seemed to be brought in by the proprietress of the restaurant before.

At that time, they said it was voluntary...

But looking at his expression now, it's unclear whether it's voluntary or not, but the look of resistance shows that he definitely has no experience.

But what does this have to do with me?

He nodded slightly: "Since Director Fujita wants to rest, I won't disturb him."

"No, no, no, Johnson-san, just listen to me."

Managing Director Fujita stopped him and said, "In the past, these industries here were legal, but later they were regulated and a special law was enacted to prevent them."

"...Mr. Fujita, please be more direct about what you want to say."

How long ago was that? In the feudal era, right? Where in the world were these things not found at that time?

"That's the difference between us, Johnson-san. You're in too much of a hurry - besides the Prevention Act, there's another Act called the Pleasure Trade Act."

Lifting the girl's chin, Managing Director Fujita showed a very satisfied expression on his fat pig-like face.

He likes girls like this who are resistant but unable to resist, and are willing to do anything as long as they are paid.

Managing Director Fujita pinched the girl's chin and turned her towards Johnson: "It is reasonable to receive customers in a private room and respond to their curiosity about the opposite sex."

"……What's the meaning?"

"What it means is that selling openly is against the law, but if it is done in a different way, it will be recognized as a legitimate work behavior, so there are custom shops everywhere, and as long as no actual behavior occurs in the shop, it will not be considered a crime - even if it does happen, it is okay!"

He looked at the restaurant lady beside him and said, "What should I do if I do something with this girl?"

The restaurant's proprietress just smiled flatteringly and poured them a glass of sake.

"It's just that the girl fell in love with you at first sight and couldn't help herself. Why would anyone blame two people in love for what they did?"

"Hahaha--"

Managing Director Fujita laughed happily. "Johnson-san, this is the rule of the game here. People who didn't grow up here can't understand it. And those who haven't actually experienced the subtleties of these rules can't grasp the essence either."

It’s no big deal to spend money to buy copyrights. If you want to do something else, I, the local boss, can do it for you for money!

Johnson suddenly realized that the other party was justifying his tactics.

So it's really not that you are reluctant to spend money to bribe your peers and use formal business means to conduct copyright litigation?

"And what I do only takes a little time and a little means, and it is reasonable and legal."

Executive Director Fujita raised his glass and motioned to Johnson to drink with him. They should all enjoy the day happily.

"How can those outsiders understand such rules and defeat us? So there is no need to rush, we have already been invincible!"

Johnson thought for a moment and picked up his glass: "Then I will wait for your good news. I hope we can have more cooperation--"

"boom------"

With a deafening roar, the room they were in began to shake as if the earth was shaking.

"Is it an earthquake?!"

"Quick! Get out and take shelter--"

"boom--------"

This is followed by the second tone, the third tone, and even the fourth tone.

What rushed in along with the loud noise was not only rising smoke and dust, but also dark steel shadows that poked their heads in like a giant beast.

Fully loaded heavy trucks were lying in the courtyard of the restaurant like a long winding dragon, and the dry landscape garden was in a mess.

One truck even overturned, spilling the mud and sand it was carrying all over the ground, forming a small sand dune nearly one person high.

The Yakuza, especially the Yakuza in this book, is inseparable from the construction industry.

At the beginning, Japan's government and consortium vigorously promoted the infrastructure construction of railways and highways, and the process involved the relocation of many original residents.

The dirty work of evicting holdouts is the same everywhere, so of course it is outsourced to these despicable thugs, and everyone gradually cooperates and binds themselves together.

Alia asked the other party for five heavy-loaded trucks that could cause a car accident, but she didn't expect that the other party would directly transfer five trucks from the construction site.

But it’s also good, at least the scene is shocking, and the whole restaurant was half destroyed.

The smoke and dust gradually settled, revealing that the messy interior was missing half of the ground from the foundation upwards, and bright sunlight streamed in through the cracked roof.

Johnson stared blankly at the bizarre car accident, his body covered with a layer of white dust, looking quite dusty.

Managing Director Fujita was lying on the ground, wailing and unable to breathe, with one of his legs crushed by the collapsed beam.

The hostess of the restaurant and the young girl she brought with her were fine, but they were still in shock and were shaking on the spot, not knowing what to do.

Johnson's throat rolled, and his stagnant thoughts slowly turned, looking outside where a big gap had been made.

Four cars... four heavy trucks... what does this mean - who - who did this! This is definitely not a normal car accident! !

Before he had time to recall what kind of scary person he had provoked, two figures slowly walked in from the gap.

The leader walked in and waved his hand in front of him: "Where are they? Didn't they say they were going to drink in this private room?"

"It may be buried—oh, isn't it!"

A man followed in from behind, dragging a shovel upside down: "Look, Miss! Over there, over there!"

"Why are there two women?" Alia frowned: "Innocent people?"

"Maybe it's the waiter, what should I do?"

"What should I do..."

Alia crunched her lollipop, took out the plastic stick and poked the two women.

"Hey - get out of here."

"Yes! Don't stand there like an idiot. We don't kill women! Go away—"

"You kill people at every turn. We are here to save people!" Alia knocked her head.

"Oh... I'll remember that. I'll say the same thing to other people next time."

"Please call the police. There's been a serious car accident here and they need medical treatment. I'm just a kind person passing by."

The waiter saw An Lele reaching into her pocket to take something out, so she quickly crawled away with the girl.

Looking at their staggering backs as they ran away, An Lele shook her head in confusion, then looked at her Tamagotchi.

Well, I just fed the little cutie, and now he has pooped - clean up the poop, clean up the poop...

Alia glanced at Johnson and took out the photo and put it next to his face for comparison: "Is this you?"

“Ai—Ai—”

"I'm asking you a question!" Alia said to the photo: "I don't think this is you."

Johnson turned his head to look at the photo, looked at the fat pig face, and immediately realized what the other party was here for.

Managing Director Fujita! The car accident! And the Tamagotchi in that girl's hand!

We just started to attack today, but the other party didn't even wait overnight and counterattacked on the same day.

Didn’t you, Fujita, want to use the car accident to intimidate Aki Masata’s team?

Nowadays, dump trucks don’t even wait for you to leave the house. They just rush straight into the room without any hesitation!

Johnson felt his legs were shaking. Even in the unlimited firepower version 1.0 of Bauhinia Peak, there was no such a ruthless character...

Oh no, there is - but that's - wait!!

Johnson looked at Alia's face and said, "You... are right... it is indeed... you... it is you! It is her!!"

Is there such a ruthless character? Yes!

They were surrounded and assassinated at night, but they fought back before dawn!

There was no overnight grudge, and a long street was cut from south to north without any mercy.

And that ruthless character is the other party’s mother!!

“Mom…Mom!!”

"…It's over. This child is frightened silly."

Ailia held the photo and thought he would cooperate with her, but she didn't expect him to go crazy here.

If someone, a heavy user of "Let the Bullets Fly", takes out a photo and puts it next to your face, is this the word you should say?

But it’s understandable. After all, people who have experienced a car accident will feel weak in the legs and dazed.

An Lele waved the shovel and said, "Miss, how do we do this? Bury it?"

"Bury it. The truck flipped over, so it's reasonable for something to happen..."

An Lele then dragged Johnson aside, waved a shovel, dug a hole in the sand, and threw him in.

Just like playing on the beach, with only the head left outside, An Lele then compacted the sand pile again.

"It lacks water, and dry sand is not easy to shape..."

Johnson was about to cry. If the other party had not left his head outside, he would have contributed the water source for the living mud on the spot.

Alia ignored the two and saved people.

She raised her leg and stepped on the beam, pressing down hard.

Managing Director Fujita turned pale: "It's broken! It's broken!"

"Are you Fujita?"

"Help me... Help me..."

"Let me ask you, are you Fujita?"

"Yes, it's me..."

"You were the one who arranged for someone to hit Masaki and the others?"

"I-I didn't! I didn't know!"

Managing Director Fujita shook his head frantically. Is this something he can admit?

And the other party looked like he was here to seek revenge. Could it be someone he had offended before?

No, she asked Masaki Aki, who is Masaki Aki? Masaki Aki... Oh! I remember!

It’s the small team that I arranged to clean up today!

Although they do not own the patent copyright after the project development, they are inventors after all.

If the inventor turns against the company, then the Ai Group, which owns the patent, will also be bitten back - both in terms of reputation and business.

"It seems like you won't cry until you see the coffin..."

Alia snapped her fingers, and Anlele ran over happily, picked up a shovel and was ready to kill him too.

"I said! I said—it was me! I was wrong—I know I was wrong!!"

"What's the point of knowing you're wrong? If you say one word to someone, they'll suffer. Do you think you'll let them go if they beg for mercy?"

Why does this bastard think that he can be forgiven as long as he gives Red Bean Paste a private Marseille?

Ailia just watched An Lele dig a hole and bury him in it, leaving only his head exposed.

"Go." Alia pointed outside the door. "Have the last truck drive in, and on time."

As she spoke, Alia drew a line on the ground and considerately marked an arrow to guide the driving route.

As they watched the last heavy truck honking its horn appear at the end of their sight, Johnson and Managing Director Fujita screamed wildly, one after another in high notes.

Wrong! Wrong! We were really wrong!!

Johnson instantly understood why his boss had been afraid to leave prison for so many years.

It's so dangerous out here - going to jail is the only way out for the rest of your life! It's solid and safe!

"How much money did you give him to make up his mind to do so many dirty things?"

Alia picked up a table leg, covered herself with a cloth, and swung it left and right as if she was playing the watermelon-hitting game at the summer festival on the beach.

"Three hundred million yen!"