Chapter 25

Mizuno Yuichi paused, surprised that Kamikawa Mitsu had replied so quickly.

When had his threats become so effective?

He had threatened Kamikawa Mitsu many times before.

None of them had ever worked.

Without realizing it, Mizuno Yuichi smiled.

It must have been today’s incident with Mori Jiro that stirred Kamikawa Mitsu.

Mizuno Yuichi silently rejoiced.

Thank goodness I told Mori Jiro to provoke him today—now the problem is solved, and I won’t get scolded by the boss again.

“Good, you’re wise enough to understand. But you don’t need to answer us—answer the developer.”

In high spirits, Mizuno Yuichi swept away the gloom from his subordinate’s beating.

He laughed happily.

Then he left with Nakata.

He didn’t notice the face of Kamikawa Mitsu, hidden in the shadow of the light—his eyes were still as a deep well, utterly expressionless, showing no trace of joy, anger, sorrow, or pleasure.

That stillness carried a faint chill.

Mizuno Yuichi knew nothing of this.

Kamikawa Mitsu turned and walked toward the convenience store.

A reply must be given.

But the convenience store job must also be done well.

Kamikawa Mitsu’s principle in life was simple: do what must be done, and never neglect it.

Like repaying kindness or vengeance.

Never let it wait until tomorrow.

On the way.

As Kamikawa Mitsu walked, he opened the script panel.

Just as before, after the system triggered.

On the panel, apart from the villain’s information, the script content, protagonist, and supporting characters were all blank.

He tapped open the villain’s information.

【Villain Information】

Sakurada Group, one of the three major Japanese yakuza in Arakawa Ward.

Leader: Sakurada Fuminosuke.

Executives: Mizuno Yuichi… eight in total…

The system’s villain information was detailed, listing everything from organization members to the exact location of Sakurada Group’s headquarters.

“Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe,” Kamikawa Mitsu murmured.

Since WWII, most Japanese yakuza, to survive and legitimize their structure, registered their organizations as companies.

On the surface, Japanese yakuza appeared to run lawful, legitimate businesses.

In reality, anyone with eyes knew they still engaged in illegal activities behind the scenes.

Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe was the company founded by Sakurada Group.

Externally, it operated as a human resources agency.

Outside the convenience store.

By the time Kamikawa Mitsu finished reading the Sakurada Group’s details, he had reached the store’s entrance.

As the store’s automatic sensor door slowly opened,

Kamikawa Mitsu’s thoughts loosened.

He recalled Mizuno Yuichi’s threat—and thought of Uchikawa Chie, who had nearly been harassed by Mori Jiro today.

Then he thought again of Uchikawa Chie.

He remembered his interactions with her over the past two days, and the things she had said to him.

Those words of concern, those naive, wasteful words, those childlike fantasies.

Without warning,

Kamikawa Mitsu recalled yesterday, when Uchikawa Chie had spoken to him while eating cake.

Thinking of this,

Kamikawa Mitsu asked himself: he was no evil man.

In his past life, he had been a medical student, saving lives—undoubtedly a good man.

And in his view, both the original body’s owner and Uchikawa Chie were good people.

But this world was unjust: good people fell into misery, while evil ones thrived.

If that’s the case…

He understood.

In this life, granted rebirth, perhaps he should do the opposite of what he did in his past life.

Just then,

The store door opened.

Kamikawa Mitsu stepped inside.

His figure entered with the door.

What remained outside was only his low murmur:

“If the system demands higher popularity to earn more points,

and if Chie, naive, believes gods and spirits exist… then…”

…

Arakawa Ward.

On the fourth floor of the standalone Sakura Flower Zhushihuishe building, the conference room.

Sakurada Fuminosuke sat at the head, below him his eight Sakurada Group executives and over a dozen minor bosses.

In addition,

Two others, whose demeanor differed from Sakurada Group’s members, were present.

Dressed in suits, their faces serious, yet their eyes gleamed with cunning and malice.

To call them hypocrites was no exaggeration.

“President Yamazaki, you’re far too kind.”

Sakurada Fuminosuke, fifty years old, showing no sign of age but radiating greater authority, laughed heartily as he accepted a grand gift from one of the two men.

An antique painting.

“Oh, no, President Sakurada, you flatter me. You’ve gone to such great lengths to help us—this small gift is merely a token, hardly enough to show our gratitude.”

President Yamazaki smiled, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

“Hah! Helping your company is only natural—you pay, we provide muscle.”

Sakurada Fuminosuke’s laughter boomed.

Having held power for thirty-one years, he had cultivated the aura of a patriarch.

Every gesture, every movement, radiated absolute control over life and death.

He laughed as he accepted the gift.

“President Yamazaki, rest assured—I’ve already assigned my most capable subordinate, Mizuno Yuichi, to handle the apartment residents.

Though the cost exceeded estimates,

I expect the last tenants will be cleared within a few days.”

President Yamazaki’s eyes darkened with a sharp glint, hiding deep dissatisfaction.

President Yamazaki, upon hearing this, his eyes deepened with a sharp glint, concealing intense dissatisfaction.

He smiled broadly:

“No problem, no rush—I trust your group’s capability, otherwise I wouldn’t have come to you.”

Two major figures of Arakawa Ward—one a yakuza boss, one a business magnate—chatted amicably.

To the Sakurada Group thugs around them, the two seemed to be laughing and joking.

A picture of easy camaraderie.

But whether it was truly so, only the two of them knew.

“Actually, I didn’t come to you today about the apartment… but…”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The conference room door knocked.

Sakurada Fuminosuke frowned slightly:

“Enter.”

The subordinate beside the door opened it—Mizuno Yuichi walked in.

Seeing him, Sakurada Fuminosuke’s smile faded, and he glanced subtly at President Yamazaki.

The junior beside the meeting room door opened it, and Mizuno Yuuichi walked in.

Seeing this, Sakurada Fumiyoshi’s smile faded, and he glanced subtly at President Yamazaki.

Then he rebuked Mizuno Yuichi.

“Yuichi, are you ignoring my orders?”

“Didn’t I tell you!”

“Don’t come back until you’ve cleared every tenant from the apartment—do you think my words are wind in your ears?”

Bang!

At the end of his speech, Sakada Wenzhijie slammed his rough hand hard onto the desk.

The pearwood desk shook violently, as if about to break apart.

The next moment.

In the conference room, all eight senior executives turned their eyes toward Mizuno Yuichi, their gazes icy.

Their aura was terrifying.

One might truly suspect they would pull out guns and execute him on the spot.

Publicly rebuked, Mizuno Yuichi did not anger—he smiled ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands.

“Boss, even if you gave me a hundred courage, I’d never treat your words as wind in my ears.”

This bloodthirsty executioner.

Before Sakada Wenzhijie, he had none of the arrogance he showed before Kamikawa Mitsu.

“I dared return because the last tenant in the apartment—I just cleared him. He promised me he’d give Chairman Yamazaki his answer tonight.”

Mizuno Yuichi did not dare delay.

He spoke quickly.

He could clearly feel that the moment he finished speaking, the heavy atmosphere instantly eased.

“Hmm.” Sakada Wenzhijie gave a slight nod.

At that moment.

Chairman Yamazaki stood up.

“You mean the last tenant in that apartment agreed to move out?”

“Yes, Chairman Yamazaki. I went back tonight and threatened him again—he’s terrified.”

“Excellent!”

Chairman Yamazaki’s face lit up, then he said:

“Ha! No wonder Sakada Group Leader recommended Mr. Banno—just mentioned him, and now good news arrives.

Sakada Group Leader, your eye for talent is truly exceptional. No wonder your Sakada Group thrives so well—I’m truly envious.”

His words were polished.

He sincerely thanked Mizuno Yuichi while subtly flattery Sakada Group Leader.

Sakada Wenzhijie laughed heartily.

“Oh, nothing of the sort—it’s all thanks to Chairman Yamazaki’s trust. Of course I must give my full effort.”

Saying this,

Sakada Wenzhijie turned to Mizuno Yuichi.

“Yuichi, you did well this time.”

“It’s all thanks to the Boss’s guidance,” Mizuno Yuichi bowed.

Chairman Yamazaki smiled slightly and gestured toward the group:

“Since the last tenant is gone, my development project can proceed.

Thank you so much, Sakada Group Leader and all of you.

To express my gratitude, I sincerely invite you all—Sakada Group Leader and everyone—to dinner. Please don’t refuse.”

As his words rang out,

no one answered—they all turned questioning glances toward Sakada Wenzhijie.

At that very moment,

Sakada Wenzhijie let out a grand laugh:

“Oh, no, Chairman Yamazaki is too kind. For you to invite us to dinner is our honor.”

Only then did the others begin to echo in agreement.

“Then let’s not delay—we’ll leave now. Yamamura, call the Hikarimori Hotel and reserve a table. Say I’m hosting important guests.”

“Yes!” Yamamura’s assistant picked up the phone.

After that,

the group headed toward the elevator.

“Group Leader.”

Mizuno Yuichi leaned close to Sakada Wenzhijie and whispered something.

Then Sakada Wenzhijie nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand dismissively.

Mizuno Yuichi hurried away.

Not long after,

the group reached the first floor.

“Chairman Yamazaki, by the way, I’ve been preparing to open a brothel.

Are you interested in trying out the top girl’s service?”

As Sakada Wenzhijie smiled at Chairman Yamazaki, Mizuno Yuichi had already appeared on the first floor, flanked by four or five subordinates and two girls struggling desperately but held tightly down.

Chairman Yamazaki’s eyes gleamed with lust, feigning confusion.

“What is this?”

“They’re not minors, Chairman Yamazaki—don’t worry. I run a legitimate business. These two are daughters whose parents owed debts they couldn’t repay, so the daughters must pay in their place. They’re still virgins.”

After a series of polite refusals from Chairman Yamazaki and persistent insistence from Sakada Wenzhijie…

Chairman Yamazaki agreed to accept the two girls’ services.

Under the pretense of being the first customer to test the brothel’s service quality.

The group chatted and laughed.

They opened the door and stepped out of Sakura no Hana Zhushihuishe.

Suddenly!

Sakada Wenzhijie, Chairman Yamazaki, and the others all froze in shock.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“The sky was dark just now—how did it turn to dusk?”

“No! Where are the people on the street? Why is no one around?”

…