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At this moment, Fujiwara Shunsui suddenly understood why Higashisho Ji was specifically marked in the Shinjuku information Kojou Yuna had prepared earlier.
This man was too ruthless.
He was very calculating, and cruel to others.
Even crueler to himself.
At this point, Fujiwara Shunsui suddenly thought of something, so he continued to send messages to Kojou Yuna.
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["No wonder it's called Higashikawa Club, it's Higashisho's Higashi and Nagasawa Kawa's Kawa!"]
Kojou Yuna: ["Higashisho Ji is a dangerous person."]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Then Big Sister must protect me, okay? ~(✺ ω ✺)"]
Kojou Yuna: ["Even if everyone in Shinjuku dies, you rogue won't die!"]
Fujiwara Shunsui stood up, indicating his acceptance of Higashisho Ji's proposal.
No one expected this negotiation to end with such a result, especially Nagasawa Kawa.
This time, he had truly lost both his wife and his army.
He had originally thought he could elevate his position within the Nagasawa Family, and perhaps even make the old patriarch retire early.
But according to the current developments, it seemed he might be the one to retire early.
The most urgent task was to find a way to recover the losses from other sources.
After reaching a consensus, Fujiwara Shunsui looked at Higashisho Ji and Nagasawa Kawa and said, "Regarding the share transfer, I will have Miss Kojou Yuna handle the follow-up."
"If there's nothing else, may I leave?"
"Mr. Nagasawa, Mr. Higashisho."
Fujiwara Shunsui knew that he had gained the absolute upper hand in this negotiation, but basic courtesy still had to be observed.
Higashisho Ji's expression was somewhat distorted, perhaps from suppressing the intense pain of his broken bone.
He could only nod cooperatively at Fujiwara Shunsui.
Nagasawa Kawa, on the other hand, forced a smile on his already grim face: "I'm very sorry, Shunsui-kun, this matter was purely a misunderstanding."
"From now on, our Nagasawa Family will certainly be more cautious in our relationship with the Sankou-gumi, please rest assured!"
Seeing the two middle-aged men in front of him treating him with such deference, Harumizu was filled with emotion: "It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade! Seeing the world from a giant's shoulders is truly different!"
Therefore, at any time, joining the largest Association/Club organization is always the best way for young people to make a name for themselves.
This is why Fujiwara Shunsui, at his age, could face the actual power holders of Shinjuku's local families with such composure.
Of course, he had to have contributed to the Association/Club, shed blood for the Association/Club.
Only when necessary would the Association/Club back him up, not to mention if he could also bring benefits to the Association/Club.
Fujiwara Shunsui stood up and gestured his farewell.
He pushed the door open and walked out.
Nagasawa Kawa followed closely behind, while Higashisho Ji plopped down on the sofa.
The two rows of "strong men" outside the door, after standing guard for over an hour, watched the man leave.
Before they came, their seniors in the Association/Club had said that tonight might be a fierce battle.
But seeing the two leave the office one after another, it seemed the matter had been resolved peacefully!
"Mr. Nagasawa, you are too considerate; I can find my way out."
"Shunsui-kun, for this matter, I still need you to take the trouble to explain it within the Sankou-gumi."
"No problem, leave it to me. This was originally just a small private friction between us. And we've also seen your sincerity, haven't we?"
Fujiwara Shunsui slowed his pace, walking beside Nagasawa Kawa.
Finally, at the entrance of the Higashikawa Club, the two confirmed the theme of their private meeting: peace is paramount.
Harumizu truly hadn't expected the originally tense "fan meeting" to end up in such a situation.
"What a 'peace is paramount' indeed."
Harumizu sighed inwardly again.
Sure enough, it's the same in any world; without strength, without background, one will always be a background board standing guard, a friend lying in a hospital bed, or even a finger thrown into a trash can, and the temporarily disappeared Yamashita Kosuke!
After a brief friendly farewell with Nagasawa Kawa, the two exchanged phone numbers.
Fujiwara Shunsui decided to go home and sleep.
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Prepare to connect with the Nagasawa Family's nightclub-related shares, and unify their reception for the Association/Club."]
Kojou Yuna: ["Huh?"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Is Big Brother Harumizu amazing?"]
Kojou Yuna: ["How did you get these things from Higashisho Ji?"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["I told you, the other side has a pig teammate!"]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["Hurry up, call me Big Brother!"]
Kojou Yuna: ["I didn't expect a hopeless idiot like you to start using his brain to think."]
Fujiwara Shunsui: ["If not my brain, what should I use?"]
Kojou Yuna: ["Perhaps your muscles."]
Fujiwara Shunsui saw Kojou Yuna's message and decided not to reply to this woman's messages anymore, at least for today.
She was subtly mocking him for being simple-minded and muscular.
She didn't even consider who went alone, single-handedly attended the banquet, ultimately maximized profits, and turned conflict into friendship.
It was he, Fujiwara Shunsui... Arriving downstairs at his apartment building, Fujiwara Shunsui checked the time on his phone.
9:45 PM. Everything was going too smoothly!
That kid Risho still had 20 million yen to get.
Everything was a bit too smooth.
Fujiwara Shunsui kept trying to recall some brilliant moments in his actions tonight, wanting to find out why it went so smoothly, but perhaps he had overused his brain today.
Fujiwara Shunsui felt his head was heavy and dizzy.
In the elevator, Fujiwara Shunsui surprisingly encountered Takahashi Kazuma.
Takahashi Kazuma didn't know who he was talking to on the phone at the moment, perhaps seeing Fujiwara Shunsui follow him into the elevator, he covered the receiver with his left hand, turned his head to the corner of the elevator, and whispered to the person on the other end of the phone:
"President, rest assured, I've taken care of my wife's ideological work."
"Just let us know in advance when you're free after you return to Shinjuku."
"Then, about my general manager position and the 10 million casino debt..."
Takahashi Kazuma hesitated, stole a glance at Fujiwara Shunsui, and lowered his voice again: "Rest assured, there's absolutely no problem with my wife."
Takahashi Kazuma, hiding behind Fujiwara Shunsui, was like a stinking rat in a dark gutter, planning his rise to become the most shining rat king in the gutter.
There were only two people in the elevator, so even if Takahashi Kazuma's voice was extremely low, Fujiwara Shunsui had already heard everything clearly.
"So that's how it is."
At this moment, Fujiwara Shunsui seemed to understand everything, and also knew where the difference in Mrs. Miyashun's attitude towards him came from.
Everything made sense; no wonder the system prompt had appeared that day.
[system prompt]
[Side Quest: The Fall of Takahashi Kazuma]
[Host has successfully encountered the core conflict between Takahashi Kazuma and Mrs. Miyashun. Host now faces two choices]
[Choice One: Ignore it, tacitly approve Takahashi Kazuma's sordid affairs, and permanently gain 1 point of rent progress value.]
[Choice Two: Save Mrs. Miyashun, find a suitable opportunity to redeem Mrs. Miyashun, and receive corresponding quest rewards!]
Seeing this quest prompt, Fujiwara Shunsui felt his uncontrollable anger about to erupt.
He had originally intended to shed blood at the Higashikawa Club, but it seemed he could only shed blood in the elevator.
A new Elevator God of War was about to be born.
When Fujiwara Shunsui turned around, Takahashi Kazuma had just hung up the phone and, seeing Fujiwara Shunsui turn, symbolically bowed in greeting: "Hello, Mr. Fujiwara."
Just as Fujiwara Shunsui was about to raise his right hand, the elevator arrived.
"Takahashi-kun, welcome home!"
What Fujiwara Shunsui didn't expect was that Mrs. Miyashun was waiting at the elevator entrance for Takahashi Kazuma's return home.
Hearing Mrs. Miyashun's voice, Fujiwara Shunsui lowered his raised right hand.
Harumizu then greeted Mrs. Miyashun first, then turned to Takahashi Kazuma and said, "Hello, Mr. Takahashi. Although I know it's impolite to interfere in other people's private lives, I think you have such an understanding wife who can help you share the burden of life. You must cherish her well!"
After speaking, Fujiwara Shunsui earnestly patted Takahashi Kazuma's shoulder.
His words were clear; whether Takahashi Kazuma could understand his warning depended on his own comprehension.
Otherwise, Yamashita Kosuke might be a cautionary tale for him.
"Nani?"
Mrs. Miyashun outside the elevator clearly didn't understand why Fujiwara Shunsui would say such things to her husband.
But at this moment, Takahashi Kazuma's face was no longer looking good.
The initial smugness when he entered the elevator contrasted sharply with his current sullenness.
Fujiwara Shunsui walked out of the elevator, brushing past Mrs. Miyashun.
The familiar stepmother's bodycon skirt, even the familiar scent of her hair.
Harumizu didn't know if he was using a system bug to learn the inside story of [Saving Mrs. Miyashun].
But whether it was out of enthusiasm for completing the mission or out of his inner affection for Mrs. Miyashun, he had to act!
Although it's said that even an upright official can't settle family disputes, since the system had already used the word "save," Fujiwara Shunsui had to fulfill his duty as a task master.
Takahashi Kazuma walked out of the elevator with a gloomy face.
He could only see Fujiwara Shunsui's back, as imposing as a mountain, which was probably the most primal sense of oppression from their size difference.
Mrs. Miyashun, following behind Takahashi Kazuma, tugged at his sleeve somewhat aggrievedly, but Takahashi Kazuma harshly shook her off.
The two returned home one after another.
Fujiwara Shunsui didn't bother with what happened behind him.
It was always impolite to deliberately interfere in others' private matters in front of a couple, regardless of the reason... Inside Mrs. Miyashun's rental apartment, Takahashi Kazuma fiercely threw his briefcase onto the living room sofa.
A lot of cash spilled out of the briefcase.
Takahashi Kazuma pointed at Mrs. Miyashun behind him, saying with a look of disgust: "What exactly is your relationship with that man!"
"How dare he point fingers at me in the elevator."
"What is he? Bastard! Answer me!"
Mrs. Miyashun was clearly startled by Takahashi Kazuma's sudden rage and subconsciously retreated a few steps towards the entrance.
This seemed to trigger Takahashi Kazuma's bestial desires.
He walked forward, grabbed Mrs. Miyashun by her hair, and then slapped her.
"Are you dressing up so beautifully every day just to hook up with other men?"
"Does it make you feel good to cuckold me?"
"What's wrong with me compared to those men outside!"
As he spoke, another loud slap echoed, and Mrs. Miyashun's cheek quickly swelled and reddened.
Takahashi Kazuma stepped forward, staring at Mrs. Miyashun with a sinister grin, directly turning her body around and pressing her against the entrance.
Everything was so familiar.
Takahashi Kazuma's left hand pressed against the back of Mrs. Miyashun's neck, while his right hand slid along the seam of Mrs. Miyashun's nightgown, moving up her thigh, stripping away her last shred of dignity.
Takahashi Kazuma pressed his entire body against Mrs. Miyashun, constantly humiliating his wife like a wild beast in heat.
"Did you plan this from the very beginning when you seduced our President?"
"Then you dared to bring another man home late at night."
"Don't you care about our marriage at all!"
The roaring man, the silently weeping wife.
Three minutes later, Takahashi Kazuma lay on the sofa like a dead pig.
Mrs. Miyashun silently wiped away her tears, straightened her clothes, and at the same time, hung the jacket Takahashi Kazuma had carelessly tossed aside on the hanger by the entrance.
The two in the room maintained a tacit silence, but Takahashi Kazuma broke the atmosphere.
Takahashi Kazuma took out two stacks of cash from the briefcase beneath him and casually threw them towards Mrs. Miyashun: "I've sorted out the rent! Go pay the rent, and from now on, you're not allowed to have any contact with that man again!"
Takahashi Kazuma seemed to be commanding his subordinate, simple and casual.
Then he opened a bottle of shochu on the coffee table, poured himself a glass, and comfortably murmured: "It's still the women at home who are obedient!"
... "Knock, knock, knock."
Fujiwara Shunsui had just returned home and taken a shower, and hadn't even had time to dry off when he heard a knock at the door.
"Hello! Please wait!"
A minute later, Fujiwara Shunsui opened the door to find Mrs. Miyashun standing tearfully in front of him, still wearing Takahashi Kazuma's jacket.
"Please come in, Mrs. Miyashun."
Seeing Mrs. Miyashun in such a state, an indescribable discomfort arose, and Fujiwara Shunsui could only lead Mrs. Miyashun into his room first.
"No, Shunsui-kun."
"Here's last month's rent and this month's rent."
"I'm very sorry for troubling you before; from now on, we will pay the rent on time every month."
Looking at the two stacks of cash Mrs. Miyashun handed over, before Harumizu could speak, the system spoke for him.
[system prompt]
[This month's rent collection progress: 9/10 (Complete the monthly rent collection task to receive 5 free attribute points)]
Fujiwara Shunsui looked at the almost completed rent collection progress prompt, then at Mrs. Miyashun, whose tear stains were still on her face, and said to her with a sincere expression: "Kiko, although I know this might be a bit presumptuous, there are some things I want to tell you. Can you give me a few minutes?"
For Mrs. Miyashun, Fujiwara Shunsui could only deliberately close the distance between himself and her.
Mrs. Miyashun, standing outside the door, looked at the strong man in front of her, his eyes simple and sincere.
Her heart was incredibly conflicted, but in the end, she nodded.
The two entered the living room one after another and sat down facing each other across the coffee table.
Before Mrs. Miyashun could speak, Fujiwara Shunsui spoke first: "Mrs. Miyashun, I wonder if you've noticed that your husband has been a bit unusual lately."
Hearing that Fujiwara Shunsui was going to talk about her husband, Miya Harukiko's endless grievances turned into tears, gushing out like a broken dam, soaking her clothes.