Please make money.

"Not you?"

"No! Definitely not!"

The brother with tattooed arms lowered his head and refused to raise it, keeping a very humble attitude.

There's nothing we can do. This guy is sick. He starts taking revenge without even asking any questions.

I really don’t know what she would do if something happened to those people…

Even though he was the wakahead of the Inoue Group and was known as Shura Inoue back then, he had never seen such a guy among the chaebol!

The arrogant ones are afraid of the stupid ones, the stupid ones are afraid of the desperate ones, and the desperate ones are afraid of the mentally ill ones.

A lunatic worth 4 trillion yen, is this something you can touch?

The psychotic girl stood in the corridor, looked up and thought for two seconds, then turned around and walked back.

Huabi Jingshang raised his head and looked at the other person's face, but Alia's gloomy expression made him feel a little uneasy.

Just as he was thinking of an excuse, he heard the other party's relatively calm voice.

"How much does it cost to mobilize all of you Inagawa-kai?"

"All, everyone move?" The brother with the flowery arms was stunned by this.

Why is it that when this person moves, he moves so earth-shatteringly?

"Your gang is very deep-rooted, right? You have people from all walks of life."

Arya stood before him, looking down upon him, her body gilded by the golden light of the porch lamps behind her.

"If you didn't do it, then go find the person. If you can't find him, I have reason to suspect you were the one."

The man with tattoos seemed a little hesitant, because this was not something he could promise.

As the third largest legal gang in Japan, the Inagawa-kai is usually closely watched by the Gang Countermeasures Department.

If this were to happen suddenly, who knows what kind of trouble would arise. He is not here to be a lackey.

As for what Alia will do after she becomes suspicious?

Brother Huabi thinks that the other party can use it, but he can only find it by spending money.

An Lele lifted up his coat, took out a small toy he had just gotten, and pulled the sleeve to pop out two copper shell accessories.

The little thing rolled on the ground with a clanging sound and landed into the hands of the man with flowery arms.

The latter glanced at the two little gadgets and his pupils shrank.

"Didn't you find out a case here before?"

An Lele spoke Japanese in a plastic way, which was soft and cute, but the content of her speech gave Brother Huabi a chill.

"Some soldiers stationed at a military base near you not only colluded with your gang that sells contraband, but also sold you some military weapons and supplies, recruited your subordinates, and charged you 20 yen in agency fees each time. As a result, they were discovered by the ground inspection - guess where I got this thing from?"

Obviously, Anlele has a more high-end channel for confrontation.

Compared to these summer interns, the Yakuza and the like are really not that impressive.

If Jidao doesn't attack the people who made them take the blame, then Alia will attack them!

"Please give us some time. I will mobilize the troops right away!"

The man with tattoos calmed down. He confirmed that the other party could indeed pay someone to do the work.

Unlike those newmoney, the other party is real oldmoney with terrifying network of contacts.

And a person who makes decisions at this level of chaebol is extremely aggressive.

Even if we leave aside the high-end confrontation, just the Yakuza side - if they can't control the Inagawa-kai, how can they control those societies and Ma Feiya?

Recalling those guys who used to carry Kalashnikovs and Type 81 rifles, the brother with tattoos felt a pang of jealousy for no reason.

Who would want to provoke those guys again?

"I'll give you three hours. If there's no definite answer after three hours, I'll return home immediately and you can prepare for the election of the next president."

"……Hi!"

……

……

In an apartment tower in the eastern part of Moto District, the good brother who betrayed Kuroda was drinking beer.

Kuroda's sister, Miss Kikuko, had her hands and feet tied and was sitting quietly on the sofa on the other side.

"My brother will not come back."

"Yes, you have to trust your brother. He really cares about you, otherwise he wouldn't rent a house like this for you."

In this book, the truly wealthy people, apart from those who own temple-level courtyard buildings at home, are the residents of high-rise towers in the city.

Kuroda himself lives in an old single-family house, and he rents such a luxurious tower apartment for his sister just to let her integrate into the circle of wealthy people.

The higher the floor, the higher the status. From here you can directly see the most prosperous scenery of Tokyo, and it has the same luxurious configuration as a high-end hotel.

"You know, I envy you, I also want to live in a place like this, but I don't have the ability."

The good brother stood up, looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass window behind him and the scenery outside the window, and yearned for it with great longing.

"How wonderful! You can see the Rainbow Bridge, there's a free afternoon lounge, and a spa with a sauna for only 150 yen. Do you know what I liked most the last time I came here? It was the reading salon on the bottom floor. It was like I suddenly became an upper-class person. But this place is too expensive."

Kikuko looked at him angrily: "Are you going to betray my brother because of this? He only brought you to my house because he treated you as a brother!"

"Because of brothers like us, your brother can afford to buy you a home like this... Do you know how much money we have been paid to do things for him over the years?"

The good brother tilted his head and looked over: "This apartment is priced at 80 million yen, and I only sold your brother for 3 million yen."

"..."

"But it doesn't matter. Your brother saved money to buy you such a nice piece of real estate. He gave everything he had, so he probably wouldn't mind giving up his life a little bit."

More importantly, as long as you can get on top of others and enter the vision of those big shots.

Kuroda has been able to earn 100 million yen over the years, so I can also earn that much, or even more, and reach the peak of my life!

Just as he was thinking about it, the younger brother who was squatting outside the door made a puzzled voice: "Brother - someone is coming, could it be Kuroda's people?"

"No, these apartments have very tight security. It's impossible for Kuroda to bring so many people here. If we didn't have Miss Kikuko open the door herself, we wouldn't be able to get in."

Kikuko gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, feeling so angry that her heart ached.

She was so foolish that she actually thought that something had happened to her brother and that they were his men sent by him to protect her.

Three million yen. The so-called good brother betrayed his brother just for three million yen!

“Ding Dong—”

The doorbell rang, and the younger brother ran over in panic: "Brother! They really are here - could it be someone from the group?!"

"...You didn't see him?"

"No, no, the other party seems to be delivering goods, and he also has a visitor's card. Could he be a guest?"

The good brother looked at Kikuko suspiciously, as the latter had been controlled by him at the first moment and had no chance to tip off or collude with him.

As for the group, they didn't know that they had 'betrayed' Kuroda, and Kuroda probably wouldn't take the initiative to make it public.

After all, among those who are in the underworld, everyone knows that benevolence and righteousness are just words. It is pure dreaming to really expect someone to help save your life.

If Kuroda really came back to the group and said that he had betrayed him, what he would get in return would definitely not be help, but rather kicking him when he was down.

Besides, I also have spies in the group. If he goes back, isn’t he afraid that I will harm his most precious sister?

After thinking for a while, the doorbell continued to ring, and the good brother gave a look to his two confidants.

The latter two understood what he meant, one took out a homemade cannon, and the other pulled out a short dagger, and hid behind the sofa and behind the door, ready for battle.

The good brother leaned over to look through the peephole and saw that the person coming was dragging a large cardboard box and was dressed like a courier.

And he had no intention of hiding his identity. He was waiting openly. It looked like something big that Kikuko had bought earlier had been delivered.

Could it really be a courier?

The good brother shrank back to the entrance behind the door and signaled one of his men to open the door.

The latter's throat rolled, and after opening the door, he let out a "Ha——" sound.

The courier outside the door trembled and screamed "Ah", seeming to be very scared.

The two stared at each other for several seconds, and the subordinate forced a stiff smile: "Sorry, ah... I thought you were a friend..."

The courier patted his chest and looked at the guy speechlessly: "Excuse me, is this the address of Miss Kuroda Kikuko? I have an urgent package for you, please sign for it."

The subordinate behind the sofa nudged Kikuko's back with the cannon in his hand, and the latter had no choice but to respond: "Yes, I'm busy now, please leave the package at the door."

The good brother rummaged through the sundry box in the entrance hall, found a stamp for signing, and walked out with a beer glass in hand.

"Did you finally deliver it? Thank you for your hard work - let me stamp it!"

The courier glanced at the wine glass in his hand, then looked at another subordinate, and thought that these single women were really having fun.

The express was signed for, and the courier took the stamped receipt, closed the door and said goodbye.

Inside the door, the two of them sat around the heavy express box in silence for a while.

The younger brother and the older brother looked at each other and said, "Why does this box look like there is a person hidden inside it?"

Could it be that they were trying to implement a Trojan Horse-like tactic, hiding inside and then being sent in to launch a sudden attack?

But if that's all, Kuroda really doesn't deserve to be called a cunning fox.

Did he think that he could defeat several well-prepared people by himself and rescue his sister?

The younger brother wanted to use the dagger in his hand to kill the courier directly, but was stopped by the older brother.

"Open it—it should be something else."

"Open it?"

"Open!"

The only thing I could do was to cut open the package, then open it and take a quick look.

"Did you see it clearly? What is it?"

"..." The younger brother didn't say anything. He thought about it, then leaned over to take a look, and finally opened the box in a daze.

What is it?

It's a girl...

She is not too old, very pretty, a real beauty.

What is this? A gift? Want to exchange me for a hostage?

Kuroda's good brother thought so, and then saw a photo with words written on it that came with the box.

He picked it up and took a look at it, then slowly widened his eyes, constantly comparing the unconscious girl lying on her side with the person in the photo.

“Ai, Ai——Ailiyu?!!”

180-As long as he attacks, everything will be fine

"Before, there was news that General Manager Fujita's son had the idea of ​​offending you."

In the hotel, An told Yumiko the information she knew.

Alia raised her eyes slightly: "His son?"

What kind of NPC is this? Do you know him? Where did he come from?

Is it just like Jiang Tianyi and Jiang Zhenxiong, the son inheriting his father's business and coming in after the older generation retired?

Ailia even imagined that the other party was like the Shura or Dragon King in many urban dragon king novels who came back from some foreign place.

But she immediately realized that she was overthinking it, because An and Yumiko had all the information about each other.

A dandy - to be more precise, a dandy who is uneducated and unskilled.

An and Yumiko were a little confused as to which link went wrong, or whether there was a third party involved.

"Currently, General Manager Fujita has not made any unusual moves, and his son Fujita Tsuyoshi, as we just found out, is also having fun at a wine shop in Ginza."

"…What's his son's name?"