Kawasaki did not show a sense of urgency, as if it had nothing to do with him. He spread his hands and looked around and said, "Sir, you have seen it too. There is nothing here. What do you want to take away? What do you want to get from me who is worthless like me? Even if I take me away, I can't do anything for you. If I cause trouble, then I'm really sorry."

Narita Katsuki sneered and immediately figured out why this bad debt made Yoko Aomiya so troubled.

Anyone who comes here will have no choice but to deal with Kawasaki.

First of all, I really can't find money from here.

Secondly, it is due to Kawasaki's once prominent identity.

Although the hierarchy was banned forty years ago, Japan's concept of both yearning for and fearing the Chinese people has long been deeply rooted in the bones and cannot be completely changed in just a few decades.

However, Narita Katsuki was not a real local and could not have a sense of identity with his culture. For him, under the established rules, even if the count loses power and sinks to the point of embarrassment, he will still fall to the point where everyone pushes him. The former Chinese people are very smart and will not give more charity to such a person with no investment value for their fathers and grandparents.

So now he broke into the earl's home and collected debts openly without any worries.

"That's the case, there's nothing I can do."

After hearing this, Kawasaki felt secretly happy.

Narita Katsuki captured Kawasaki's expression, so he said slowly: "Mr. Kawasaki, I'm so sorry. I'll take away everything here. You don't pay interest or return the capital. This has broken the rules of Ginza. If we don't give an explanation today, we can't continue our life in Ginza.

Just outside, many young people were waiting for you to fulfill their agreement with anger. They were not completely obeying my orders. Everyone was looking forward to you and gave you a way out. Once you get angry with them, I don’t guarantee what will happen.”

Kawasaki's face turned pale, but he didn't expect that the rogue technique that had been effective had lost its place to be used, which was a little shaken.

"Compulsory execution? I'm afraid this is not the power you should have. Which one of the laws says this?"

"Anyway, I do follow the normal procedures. You can also sue me, but you should not have the financial resources to hire a gold medal lawyer. After all, Ginza lawyers are not easy to provoke. What's more, no matter what the judgment is, you are the one who owe money and will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Narita Katsuki winked, and the young men at the door immediately began to act.

"Mr. Earl, I will take your clothes tonight first. At least your kimono is not cheap. By the way, you will take away this bed and your cigarette box together."

"ah?!"

"What?" The man and woman on the bed exclaimed, looking at each other in surprise.

There was a noisy collision sound outside the door, but within a while, a few young people swept the outside. Then, they all rushed into the room, drove Kawasaki and the woman down, and began to move the bed. Fortunately, the room still retained some style and had a spacious paper sliding door. This European-style bed avoided the fate of being dismantled and was carried out intact.

After being pulled out of bed, Kawasaki put on his big and loose nightgown without any haste, and returned to his calm expression. He walked to the paper door and moved his joints. He seemed very free and easy, but he was full of malice that he had nowhere to vent. The woman on the side lost her cheeks and wrapped her coat tightly around her body. She was pushed away by the young man busy carrying things, and shouted.

"Mr. Earl, Mrs. Zun's best not to scream anymore. Let the neighbors hear it. I'm afraid you have a bad reputation." Narita Katsura tried his best to warn Kawasaki, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth was hidden in the night.

After hearing this, Kawasaki took out a few cigarettes silently and stuffed them into the terrified woman's mouth. The woman was choked by the strong smoke and could not make any sound.

Although they did a lot of such things, it was the first time these young people were raiding the "Earl"'s home. They gradually became excited and lost some reason, so that the scene was a little confused.

The short young man stood on tiptoe and tried his best to pick the oil paintings on the wall, but he couldn't reach the upper edge of the frame anyway. In normal times, he would pull them down in anger. However, today's purpose was not to destroy them, but to take away these objects and sell them. Therefore, the young man stood on a stool and reached for the frame, which was so funny.

Kawasaki added a second cigarette and muttered to herself, "Young man is very good."

The short young man glared at Kawasaki fiercely. Seeing that Narita Katsuki did not stop him, he pushed him to the ground, regardless of the so-called "Chinese". From a certain perspective, they are all people who bully the weak and fear the strong. The only difference is that the short young man has a harder background.

"Sir, please leave a portrait of the ancestors of my family."

"Yes." Narita Katsumoto wanted to tease the "former count" and was about to speak, but he understood Kawasaki's intention. The reason why he was an old ancestor rather than a father who was close to blood was that Kawasaki faced his father without any face. As for the portrait of his ancestors, it was nothing more than staying for psychological comfort, using his ancestor's fame to tell the world that the glory of the Kawasaki family had not completely disappeared.

From beginning to end, Katsura Narita did not participate in the "home search" process. His inaction just encouraged the arrogant arrogance of young people. In the end, Kawasaki was stripped off his nightgown and the necklace hanging around his white neck was also taken away.

In short, this was indeed a good show. Narita Katsushi's eyes shone and smiled, but he realized that he had no gains in doing so, and then felt ashamed of his pride just now.

Some things are sometimes indescribable

For some people, it is a pleasure to turn things around, for some people, it is just a job to collect debts, and for others, it seems that the thief is being robbed rudely.

Some people are watching the fun, and some people just treat it as a warm-up exercise. For Katsura Narita, it is nothing, just a noisy feast.

Just like the world of bright lights and wine outside, but there is no bond in this world that has anything to do with him.

Narita Katsuki left here in a van, leaving behind a few strong young men, waiting for the truck to come and transport the mahogany bed away. The economy is developing rapidly, and the rising wallet gives many people the confidence to strengthen their kindness, but the dark pickled vegetation is not inversely proportional to it. The days of being swept by malice have increased instead of reducing.

With his head leaning against the pillow, Narita Katsuki's limbs were filled with malice, and his desire to insult all his anger was wandering in his body. Faced with what had just happened, he didn't feel cruel and ruthless. Compared to the violent group, he was already very kind and generous to Kawasaki.

"Manager, how do you deal with Marisan?" The question was Narita Katsushi's confidant Koike Toshi, and this Miss Mari, the "Madam Kawasaki" that Narita Katsushi just now. As for how they got involved, they could write a book separately after telling this process.

"My Ma Sang will deal with what Mari did, and what we can do is over."

Mari was the waitress Kalune escaped. Somehow she got entangled with Kalune, thinking that she could escape without any harm by controlling Kalune's secret. However, she knew that Yoko Yoko of Qingmu was deliberately indulging her actions, luring her step by step into a trap that would never be restored, killing the chicken to warn the monkey, and letting Kalune's employees take it as a warning.

"But," Koike Min hesitated for a while, and still expressed his thoughts, "I'm afraid Mom Sang won't be satisfied."

After hearing this, Narita Katsuki remained silent and did not answer Kochi's question. The sky outside the car window was cut into a huge mesh by the wires of the tram, wrapping the sky without any clues. An indescribable feeling surged in my heart, and I was even jealous of the pedestrians on the roadside who could enjoy freedom as they please.

He drew strength from Kochi's idea, and at the same time he felt that he should avoid confrontation with Kalune. Even if he was independent, he could not be in a tense situation. In any case, Yoko Aomiya was the most important partner, and Kalune was the place to cultivate himself. Furthermore, no matter how high the Maharaja was, it would be of no benefit to him against the club that laid his foundation.

In this era, the blowing of economic bubbles delayed the arrival of the sunset era of the violent group. Under the accumulation of capital, especially in dark corners, the power of the violent group is especially needed.

What is the hottest thing now?

It's consumption

It's entertainment

It's real estate

Fortunately, these are all industries shrouded in the wings of the violent groups. The rolling hot money has inspired the vitality of these decadent violent groups.

This is the best time for Yakuza.

The Taroka Group is split and internal friction is constantly being carried out. All forces are ready to move, and even the Matsuye Club behind Kalu Nei is no exception.

It is really not easy to leave yourself clean.

From the time of making a decision to prepare for the Maharaja, Narita Katsuki understood that his destiny would never be controlled from now on.

However, when the street scene in front of him became more and more familiar, and when the van drove to Roppongi, the mood was wiped out. At least everything began. In today's increasingly lush era, he knew where his path was.
Chapter completed!