AWB Chapter 131 Violence is not the best method, but it is the fastest.
Chapter 131 Violence is not the best method, but it is the fastest.
“Alright…you all know how big things have gotten lately,” Shigehiko Tobuchi said. “Members of parliament are furious about this. Of course, I don’t believe you were behind it, but your organization is the most capable in Japan…”
“So… they need a little compensation, which might be enough to calm things down.” Shigehiko Tobuchi rubbed his hands together a few times. “There are a dozen or so members of parliament. Of course, it won’t be expensive. Just give us 70% of the shares of the Yotsui Group. I’ll take care of that.”
"Besides that, there's another small problem that I need your help with. A few people have some unclean things on them... Get rid of these people." Shigehiko Tunguchi rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath.
Vermouth laughed after hearing this, seemingly amused by her own amusement.
Owning 70% of the shares in the Yotsubi Group means that Fuhesh and the others have worked for nothing.
"Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?" Vermouth asked.
"No, that's not it." Shigehiko Tobuchi waved his hand. "Just do whatever I tell you to do. We get the money, and you solve the problem. Isn't that a win-win situation?"
"The best of both worlds?" Fuheishen's lips curled into a chilling smile.
"......"
"In this world, people like you only have two outcomes," Fuheishen said, looking at the other person.
Shigehiko Tobuchi frowned, pondering the other person's words, and uttered, "Is it all just black and white?"
"I'll either kill you or be killed by you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Vermouth realized something and tried to reach out to stop her...
But it was too late.
Snapped!
Fukuro Jinji slapped him across the face... Tonguchi Shigehiko's head spun three or four times clockwise before drooping down.
Vermouth's pupils contracted slightly. "Cointreau, you...."
She miscalculated, forgetting that Fuhesh was a beast in human skin.
They only respond to gentle persuasion, not force...
She wasn't flustered about what was about to happen, because Fuhesh was strong enough.
However... that gentleman might feel a little embarrassed.
The organization's dealings with high-ranking Japanese officials will be severed.
"What happened? What happened?" The secretary outside opened the door and screamed in shock upon seeing the scene.
Vermouth pulled out a pocket pistol, aimed it at the man's head, and killed him with a single shot.
The screams were so loud that the politicians around them rushed out of the room.
"what's going on?"
"Yeah...there's a body, there's a body!!!"
"What?! What happened? Call the bodyguards!"
"Arrest them!"
Several men who looked like security guards rushed out from the crowd and charged towards Fu Heishen and his companion. But Fu Heishen flashed forward, his fingers lightly slicing through the air, and the heads of the men flew off instantly, lying on the spot halfway through their flight.
They are all dead.
When people came to their senses, all they saw were several lifeless corpses, while Fuheshel remained standing in the same spot, motionless.
Fuhe Shen'er looked around and said calmly.
"Whoever moves, will be killed."
His words were forceful and cold, like a chilling wind that swept into everyone's hearts.
Sweeping across them with that disdainful gaze, their hearts skipped a beat, and the restless crowd instantly fell silent.
However, everyone at the banquet had seen their share of ups and downs, so naturally they wouldn't let the other side control the situation like this.
It should be noted that this place is full of right-wing politicians from Japan, and if they were to be taken into custody, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The group took out their phones, intending to call for backup.
Swish!
A flash of light appeared before them.
They felt a chill, and instantly the heads of the people at the banquet were gone.
"Ah!!!" Several people nearby screamed in panic after their faces were stained with blood.
"Do you want to submit?"
Standing nearly two meters tall, Fuheishen looked down at the crowd, holding the Soul-Releasing Blade in his hand.
The surroundings were completely silent...
For every person who wants to rebel, there is someone who wants to surrender.
Several people stepped forward, willingly offering to be their dogs.
Upon seeing this, everyone stepped forward.
Vermouth watched this scene unfold... she opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
Although I had witnessed Fuhesh'er's killings before, I was still shocked by this situation no matter how many times I saw it.
Fortunately, they were teammates, not enemies.
"It's up to you now." Fuheshen walked to the side, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
He didn't need to worry about the rest.
Vermouth will handle everything; as an agent, she will have the deadly evidence against the other side in her hands.
.........
Inside the Porsche 356A, Gin was fiddling with his phone.
After fiddling with it for a while, he turned on his phone and looked at the report that Kyosuke Kazeto had sent him.
"Severe time management disorder, specifically manifested as an inability to distinguish time and place, and an inability to confirm one's location."
"Emotional apathy is extremely dangerous and can cause serious harm to others for the most trivial reason."
"Extremely stubborn, believing that everything they do is right, seemingly clinging to a sliver of fantasy, always adhering to the law of the jungle..."
Gin:.......
You don't know until you test it; once you do, you'll find so many problems.
He reached out and rubbed his temples. It was obvious that Jundu was dangerous, more dangerous than he had originally thought.
It seems we'll need to think carefully when assigning tasks in the future.
At the very least, Cointreau is not suited for negotiation tasks.
"Big brother, is it serious?" Vodka, in the driver's seat, looked at Gin's expression in the back seat and couldn't help but feel nervous.
“It’s not too serious.” Gin took a deep breath, his voice cold. “In the future, when assigning tasks, just don’t give trading tasks to Jundo.”
It's definitely not serious.
For Gin, as long as he doesn't betray the organization or harm his colleagues, it's not a problem.
There are many problem children in the organization, but it is very inclusive.
Moreover, after seeing this report, Gin's trust in Cointreau deepened.
As for why it didn't rise, it's because trust was already at its maximum before.
“Ah… but Cointreau is currently on a trading mission,” Vodka said.
"A trading mission?" Gin tilted his head in confusion.
“Yeah, brother, Vermouth called you the other day, you didn’t answer, but I did,” Vodka said. “You were right there, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”
"Brother, how about we call Chengshi and make an appointment?" Vodka asked tentatively.
"Shut up, Vodka." Gin glared at him coldly.