I teach kendo in Tokyo

Naoto Ikeda staggered on the road. Now he was really penniless, and he didn't even have money to take the bus.

However, he believed that as long as he walked to the ashram where his son lived, he would be taken in.

In fact, he knew his son quite well. He knew the kindness in Shigeru Ikeda's heart. He got angry when he saw that kindness because he would think of his wife who had run away.

For so many years, Naoto Ikeda has always believed that his kind but weak wife will not leave him. No matter how hard he beats him, as long as he hugs his wife and cries bitterly to apologize, she will definitely be forgiven...

After all, Naoto Ikeda didn't really want to fight, he just encountered dissatisfaction at the company and drank too much.

A kind wife will definitely forgive him, after all, he has been here for so many years.

She ran away from home, something must be wrong.

But it doesn't matter. If his son Ikeda Shigeru can remember that heartless woman, he will definitely not let his down-to-earth father go.

Naoto Ikeda completely ignored the contradictions in his thinking, ignoring that just now he thought his wife was a kind woman.

The son would never leave his fallen father alone - with such a firm belief, Naoto Ikeda tenaciously supported himself and walked towards the dojo.

He didn't notice the speeding van, and only turned around when the brakes sounded——

The car looked like it was going to hit him, but in fact it was passing very close. The side door of the car was wide open, and the person inside stretched out a long rope noose similar to the one used by farmers in rural China to rope free-range pigs. To be precise, the car was about to hit him. Wrap Naoto Ikeda around the neck.

Before Naoto Ikeda could react, he was dragged into the compartment of the van and quickly knocked unconscious.

The van closed the door and drove away - the car didn't stop the whole time, only slowing down briefly.

The kidnapping on the street was so simple.

Several passers-by who heard the sound of sudden braking and looked over had their sight blocked by the car body.

In addition, the location where the kidnapping was carried out was right between two street lights and was the darkest spot on the road, so no one noticed that a down-and-out uncle was kidnapped just like that.

When Naoto Ikeda opened his eyes, he was already in a building somewhere.

It looks like a factory for slaughtering and processing pigs.

He struggled hard, trying to move his hands and feet, but found that he was tied tightly to the stool.

Then he realized that he was covered in water and freezing cold.

Then he noticed the light from the cigarette butts - the lighting in the entire space was not very good, so the flickering cigarette butts were particularly conspicuous.

"No way." The man holding the cigarette butt shook his head, "The quality of this is too bad, it can't cover his debt at all."

These people seemed to be speaking Korean, which Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand.

But he remembered keenly that he seemed to have borrowed a lot of money from an underground bank run by a Korean.

At this time, another strong man spoke up: "This skin can't be sold at any price. It's so shriveled and drunk. The color of the organs is probably not healthy. The buyer wants healthy, red organs."

They were still speaking in Korean. Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand what they were saying, but he instinctively felt the danger, so he began to plead: "I can pay back the money! I have a son! He will definitely help me pay back the money!"

Kanji who was guarding him gave him a slap that dislocated his jaw. The severe pain made Naoto Ikeda shut his mouth.

"This is an important commodity," said the smoker. "Reset his jaw."

So the person who just made the move grabbed Naoto Ikeda's chin with his thick hands and clicked it back into place.

Naoto Ikeda didn't dare to speak anymore.

The smoker discussed with the strong man again in Korean: "It seems that he can't pay off the debt alone. He just said that his son can pay off the debt. Is this possible?"

"How is it possible? How can a young man from the bottom of the Jidao get so much money? But his son is quite strong and young, so he should be able to sell it at a good price."

"Um……"

The smoker thought for a few seconds, and then asked: "Can you really get back all the money from the compound interest? I don't see enough, so let's arrest the dojo owner's sister too."

"Okay, the boss seems to just want to give the Kanto Union some eye candy. It would be appropriate to capture the sister of a low-level core member. The risk is also smaller than directly attacking the Kanto United stronghold.

"What if it's not just a horse stable, but a military station and it's going to turn into a firefight."

The big man paused: "Fuck, our troops are too small, otherwise we won't be afraid of a direct firefight. When will our comrades join us?"

"It will happen, just be patient."

Although Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand Korean, he still tried hard to listen to the conversation between the two people. After all, even if it was in Korean, as long as they said Japanese names, Naoto Ikeda would definitely understand.

This might be a life-saving straw later.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the smoking guy put out his cigarette, came to Ikeda Naoto and asked in Japanese: "Tell me, if I write a note to your son and say that you are in our hands, will he call the police or call the police?" Come to save you?"

"He will come to save me!" Naoto Ikeda said firmly.

But the other party obviously didn't believe it. After looking at each other with the strong man, the cigarette man ordered: "Give him something to eat and wipe off the water on his body. If he catches a cold, it will further affect his condition."

"yes."

The man who just hit someone nodded.

Then the cigarette man and the strong man left the slaughterhouse.

**

When he got outside, Qiu Dongwan lit a new cigarette and asked Qi Chengzai: "Tomorrow, we will use a two-pronged approach to tie up the dojo master's sister and send it to the 'dog meat shop', and then send a message to Ikeda Shigeru to see if she can We can’t lure him here.”

"Is it really okay? Isn't this the backup store location we finally found?" Qi Chengzai asked.

"After all, it's just a backup. If the police come, they will only see a pile of pork and the cold chain equipment for storing and transporting pork, right?"

"That's right. No, the dead original boss is still buried here."

"When the Japanese police find clues that can trace us, the day lily is cold." Qiu Dongwan took a long puff of cigarette, "Young girls are more expensive. If they can be sold at a good price, they should almost get their money back. Then Ikeda Mao is just a bonus, so of course it’s nice to have him. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t.

"If he calls the police, it can also distract the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department. Contact the buyer of the girl in advance, catch it and trade it immediately."

Qi Chengzai nodded: "I understand."

"Go ahead."

Qiu Dongwan watched Qi Chengzai leave and looked back at the pork that was still waiting to be processed.

This small processing factory has been fully taken over by them. Because the factory was originally run by a family and there were no external employees, no one would notice if it was buried.

Originally, Qiu Dongwan was worried that the neighbors would come to care about why the family never showed up, so he prepared a complete set of excuses for this, including forged legal person change documents.

But no one asked at all.

Therefore, Qiu Dongwan can only lament that capitalist society is indeed full of indifference between people.

Of course, Japan may be more aloof than other capitalist societies.

There is no society more suitable for illegal organizations to hide themselves.

Qiu Dong finished putting out his cigarette, picked a piece of steak, and walked to the kitchen. No one will care if we start eating meat today. After all, Li Zhenghe has already arrived in Osaka.

There is no one in Tokyo who can blame Qiu Dongwan.

It was precisely because of this that Qiu Dongwan did not follow Li Zhenghe's instructions and went to play in an upright manner.

Anyway, Li Zhenghe doesn't really care about the process as long as the results are in line with expectations.

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