"Yes! I know!" After he finished speaking, he nodded and bowed, hung up the phone, lowered his head dejectedly and ruffled his hair irritably. "Dry!" He glanced in the direction of the apartment, smacked his lips, stood up unsteadily, dropped the cigarette butt, and walked to a nearby izakaya. Since the team is reimbursing me, I must not wrong myself. Ben Chuanhui Office, President's Office. Four sets of energy-saving lamps on the ceiling illuminate the entire office. The interior furnishings are no different from those of an ordinary small company, including a black leather sofa, two potted plants, blinds, and a heavy wooden desk. Sitting behind the desk was a man who looked to be in his fifties, it was Yoshitoki Teraoka, the president of the Henekawa Association. Teraoka Yoshitoki was sitting behind his desk giving instructions to Tamura Shingo on the other end of the phone. There was a piece of Chinese calligraphy hanging on the wall behind him, with the four characters "loyalty, justice, wisdom and trust" written in flying phoenixes. After hanging up the phone, he sat on the boss's chair and stretched. He looked at the time and found that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
Is it already so late? Teraoka Yoshitoki rubbed his tired face a little tiredly, got up and prepared to go home from get off work. Life is difficult for the underworld these days. They have to work hard to get enough income to develop. During this period, they have to pay attention to a certain degree of control, which can satisfy their employers without getting caught by the police. But no matter what, the livelihood of the hundreds of people in the Bianchuan Association rests entirely on themselves, and as the president, he has to work hard to manage it. Just as he was about to walk out of the office, he happened to meet Shido Hatakawa Kaiwatakasaki who was about to open the door and come in. "President." Takasaki Shitou bowed and saluted. "Shido, I'm about to get off work. Let's go to an izakaya for a drink?" Teraoka Yoshitoki held his shoulders and said with a smile, but found that Takasaki Shido's expression was serious and his smile gradually disappeared. "What happened?" Takasaki Shido replied in a deep voice: "Our people were beaten. Kuroda, Masuke and Yuma were seriously injured. One of them had a broken leg and is now in the hospital." "What?!" There are only a few dozen people in the Benchuan Association. Due to the increasingly stringent laws, fewer and fewer young people are willing to join the underworld since the Peace. This time, three people were lost inexplicably, and one was a middle- and high-level cadre like Shi Ditou. The loss could be said to be huge. "What's going on? There hasn't been any friction between our Bianchuan Club and other groups lately?" "We don't know yet. Kuroda and the others were discovered by a drunkard and dumped in the alley near Minami Senju. The scene was cleaned up. They might have messed with someone they didn't want to mess with." "How about this? I'll go to the hospital to check on them first. Please Shitong, please take your little brother to check on the office." After that, Teraoka Yoshitoki took his three younger brothers and drove to the hospital overnight. As a qualified boss, the first thing he should do when one of his own is beaten is visit his younger brother, rather than start an army to seek revenge. He still understands this. Besides, I don’t even know who my enemy is now, so I have to ask Kuroda and the others first.
Teraoka Yoshitoki inquired at the nurse's station and then came to the ward where Kuroda Takeshi and others were. As soon as they entered, they saw Kuroda and the three of them lying on the hospital bed, with bruises and swollen faces, gauze wrapped around their heads, and broken legs that the doctor had not had time to treat. Komura Masasuke is in a coma, while Kuroda Takeshi and Yoshihara Yuma are looking at the ceiling in a daze. When they heard Teraoka Yoshitoki walking in, the two turned their eyes. Kuroda Takeshi nodded in greeting, while Yoshihara Yuuma said with tears in his eyes: "Brother!" Teraoka Yoshitoki nodded to Yoshihara Yuma with a solemn face and sat beside Takeshi Kuroda's bed. "Which group did it? The Goto family or the Goyoukai?" Kuroda Takeshi stared at Wu Qing's eyes and looked at him without speaking. Beaten stupid? Teraoka Yoshitoki frowned slightly and looked at Yoshihara Yuma. "What happened to him?" Yuma Yoshihara said with a mournful face: "President, Brother Kuroda's teeth were knocked out and his jaw was dislocated. He can't speak now." Hate so much? How much hatred? Teraoka Yoshitoki was stunned for a second, "Tell me, what's going on?" "It wasn't the mafia that did it. It was the high school student surnamed Higashino whom our employer entrusted us with. He beat us." "Higashino Yu?" Teraoka Yoshitoki suddenly raised his head, somewhat in disbelief, "He took care of the three of you by himself?" Yoshihara Yuuma and Komura Shosuke are the new generation of the Henekawa Club. They just joined the club a few years ago, so it is normal for them not to be able to play. But Kuroda Takeko is an old man in the club. He and I have worked hard together since the Showa era, and they are still disciples of the Tenka Shoden Katori Shinto style. His swordsmanship is at home in the ordinary underworld fighting scenes, and he has a reputation of defeating Zhu Kuroda on the road. Haven't you even beaten him? "That kid attacked us secretly, and Shosuke was almost beaten to death by him." "He was as strong as an ox. He punched me and I couldn't catch my breath for five minutes. Brother Kuroda used a knife to fight him. Well, I don't think he even had a fight." Yoshihara Yuma said with a blushing face. He rushed over like a fool at that time, without even touching the corner of his clothes. He only received a punch and his eyes went black, his eyes were spinning, the world was spinning, and he collapsed to the ground. Martial arts master? Teraoka Yoshitoki has been involved in the underworld for so many years, and it's not like he has never encountered such a person who was quite capable of fighting in his youth. However, after hearing that he killed Kuroda, he was still a little surprised. It’s just that the parties involved have said so, and it doesn’t matter if I believe it or not. The question now is how to solve this matter. Teraoka Yoshitoki understood what happened. That guy killed Masuke with a sneak attack, while Yuuma and Kuroda-san were defeated head-on. No wonder the employer gave so much money, this guy is not easy to mess with.
Teraoka Yoshitoki stroked his chin and was silent for a few seconds, and did not immediately return to the affairs group to gather his brothers to find trouble with him. Although the other party was just an orphan from Kyoto, the Heikawa Association was just a subordinate organization of the Inakyo Association. Moreover, times have changed. The island police are now constantly improving the violent gang countermeasures law. Now is not the era when the underworld can run rampant, and the concrete pillars under Tokyo Bay have become something like an urban legend. Nowadays, the underworld who thinks of using force when encountering things will only be eliminated and abandoned by the times. After all, if the police catch a serious crime with conclusive evidence, even the chairman of the Yamagogumi will have to go to jail. This matter needs to be considered in the long run. Teraoka Yoshitoki made a calculation in his mind and reached out to hold Kuroda Takeshi's hand to comfort him first. Don't, draft it, don't! Kuroda Takeshi's eyes widened with bloodshot, and he found that Teraoka Yoshitoki was coming to shake his hand. His hip muscles moved his body like Patrick Star, trying to get away from him. Teraoka Yoshitoki saw that he was so excited, thinking that he was moved, and smiled gently, "Kuroda-kun, you——" As he said that, he pulled Kuroda Takeshi's hand. "Ah!" Kuroda Takeshi's eyes widened at that time, tears filled his eyes, his mouth opened, revealing a bloody mouth and screaming. Thanks to book friend Li Po Ni for the reward, and thank book friend lorisego, 20211014074244614, 20240210094544855 for the monthly tickets (ω) Ask for monthly tickets and follow-up reading (╰╯)