NABC Chapter 116 Calculation
Chapter 116 Calculation
Chapter 116 Calculation
Harufumi Hino arrived nearby quickly, wearing a baseball cap. He glanced at Akira Kirihara through the coffee shop's floor-to-ceiling windows before quickly looking away.
Kirihara Akatsuki chose a rather slippery spot.
The coffee shop is located in a bustling area, but business is not very good. He sat in a corner of the coffee shop with a wall behind him, the kitchen on his left, and a panoramic view of the outside scenery on his right.
If someone wanted to kill him, they couldn't even find a sniping spot on a high-rise building; they would have to boldly enter through the front door, walk past five booths, and issue a duel challenge.
If the enemy draws a gun, he can run to the kitchen.
Even if someone wanted to surround this place, Kirihara Akira would have noticed it beforehand.
A treasure land that can be attacked or defended at will, and is absolutely safe from loss.
Kirihara Akira opened her phone's notes app and, based on her previous notes, began directing Hino Harufumi's movements.
Kirihara Akira picked up a large piece of thin ice from the plate beside her and started eating it with a crunch, saying, "In Tokyo, in this area, you're a true native. You know this place better than anyone, so you have to walk the route I took again to see if there are any problems."
"I've also marked a few suitable spots for you to work on; take a look and see if they're suitable."
"I can also guarantee that no police officers will be patrolling this area for a very short time. You need to act quickly."
Harufumi Hino, acting as Akira Kirihara's puppet, wanders through the streets and alleys.
He said with some melancholy, "I know this place very well. Before the accident, I was in charge of the business here."
Kirihara Akatsuki asked, "Do you miss it? Do you want to go back?"
"I don't know either," Hino Harufumi said. "I wouldn't say. I haven't read many books. I was in the underworld when I was very young. Apart from breaking people's hands and feet, I haven't learned anything else."
To be honest, I do want to go back, but not because I miss it; it's just because I'm used to it.
"Getting used to being a gangster...that sounds like hell," Kirihara Akira said.
"It's nothing really."
The two chatted casually, and Hino Harufumi quickly finished scouting all the locations.
Hino Harufumi was silent for a moment, then said, "Young Master Kirihara, just who are you?"
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Kirihara Akira asked, puzzled. "You seem to know a lot about the underworld." Hino Harufumi said admiringly, "Ordinary people wouldn't be able to see through the intricacies of the underworld, but you saw through their scheme at a glance and arranged everything so perfectly."
Even if it were someone like me, a member of the underworld, I probably wouldn't be able to figure it out this well.
Kirihara Akira smiled and said, "It's probably because I have exceptional talent."
Harufumi Hino did not respond.
Kirihara Akira stared out the window and suddenly said, "They're here."
It's really here; Kirihara Akira's judgment was correct.
"Follow them, but don't get too close, and don't expose yourself," Kirihara Akira ordered.
"Take your time, don't rush."
The almost indistinct voice of Hino Harufumi came through the earpiece: "I've reached position number three. I can hear them talking clearly from here."
Kirihara Akira said, "Stand still at position number three and don't move."
Do you know what kind of people give creditors the biggest headache?
Naoto Daimon dragged a chair from the warehouse entrance, the chair legs scraping against the ground with a piercing screech.
"One type is the person who intends to borrow money from all over the place and run away. In that case, since our business is so extensive, we really can't keep an eye on everyone. If our underlings aren't smart enough, or if they collude with others, our money will just disappear."
The sound of the chair being dragged and the deliberately drawn-out, harsh voice of the man from the front door were like death knells, making the middle-aged man tied to the chair tremble.
The distance from the door to his place was only a few meters, but in his perception, it took a whole year to get there.
Naoto held the chair, which wasn't wide or thick but was definitely sturdy, high in the air. The light shone on the chair, casting a shadow that covered the man's entire face.
What a sight it must have been if that sturdy chair had fallen on us, tearing our skin apart and sending blood and flesh flying everywhere?
Thump, thump—
Naoto Daimon suddenly became fierce and slammed the chair down from his hand.
"Aaaaaah—!"
The middle-aged man shouted at the top of his lungs, and then the chair fell to the ground.
boom!
The chair crashed to the ground.
Naoto Daimon sighed and said, "There's another type, which is someone who gets the money, spends it all quickly, and has no fear of death whatsoever. You're that kind of person."
Logically speaking, the worst thing to do when collecting debts or conducting interrogations is to abandon the methods you've demonstrated halfway through, as this will make the trainee feel that you lack courage and determination.
Naoto Daimon, however, knew him well and said with a smile, "So you're not afraid of death. Even if I twist your head off, you won't say a word."
A subtle hint of relaxation suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, probably because he sensed weakness in Naoto's attitude and felt that there was still room for maneuver.
"I really don't have any money," the middle-aged man said.
Naoto Daimon smiled noncommittally and said, "We're old acquaintances. You didn't believe I would kill you over money, and you guessed right. So I'll tell you straight, I'm not here to ask you for money."
Upon hearing this, the man opposite him turned deathly pale.
Naoto Daimon lit a cigarette and said, "You know, people in the underworld never work with people they can't control. It's the same with you. You're Hino's man, and he's loyal and won't hold anything against you, but as his brother, I can't help but think about him."
"Human weaknesses are not about money, family, or friends."
"You have money, and you value it highly, but you hide it so well that I don't know where your money is."
"You do have friends, of course, but apart from Hino-nii-san, there's probably no one you'd be willing to risk your life for."
"Family, oh right, family." Naoto Daimon slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered something:
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After Hino's accident, you sent your family abroad, not very far, but quite a few countries in Southeast Asia.
However, I still found them.
"You're really heartless, sending your family to a country only slightly larger than Tokyo. It's rich, but you'll never see them again." Naoto Daimon sighed. "I couldn't bear it, so I found them and tried to persuade them to come back."
The middle-aged man closed his eyes in despair and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know where Brother Hino went."
Naoto Daimon spread his hands behind his back expressionlessly and said, "Your family misses you too. I'll have them video call you. Come and say hello to them."
"I don't know, I really don't know!" the middle-aged man shouted. "If you want money, take it, take it all! But I really don't know where he went. I'm not important to him at all, how could he possibly tell me where he is?"
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