Night Club

After waiting for a long time on some things he needed to check, Kenzo headed to the main bank in this district.

"Hello, Miss, I have money being transferred to me from Canada, and I want to know if the transfers have gone through," Kenzo, with his indifferent expression and giving the impression of being tired, looked at the woman in front of him and tried to be as polite as possible.

"Please wait a moment," the teller looked at the screen in front of her in disbelief, and her hands began to tremble.

"Are you Kenzo Yoshimura?"

"Isn't that name written on my ID?" Kenzo asked in confusion, thinking that this girl was probably new to this job, so he decided not to pay her much attention.

"I told you to keep our activities in the same bank. Making moves like this in another bank account is too much trouble," Viper reminded Kenzo while scanning the surroundings.

"This bank offered me good guarantees, I suppose that's what led me to choose it. Besides, they have their branch here, so it's good to know." Kenzo touched his chest and remembered that he hadn't talked much with Touka, so while he was here, he had to make sure his appointment wouldn't be missed.

"So many things, Viper..."

"Knowing that you usually sleep in late and lately don't attend the meetings, you've certainly been up to a lot lately."

"Why do you want me to attend those meetings when you can handle them? I trust your instincts; you're like a second boss for everyone."

Viper didn't know why he felt manipulated, but he said nothing and kept waiting for the teller to return.

Will they call the police or something? That's absurd; they pay their taxes, so these issues were covered with their foreign export company. As for what they were exporting, it was drugs, of course. The underground factories were the best, and having those facilities made it perfect for an efficient production of illegal product.

After some time, the teller returned with a middle-aged, burly man. After glancing at the screen and Kenzo, he was surprised.

"Are you the one who called a few days ago?"

"I probably did; they told me that no other bank would offer me better deals than this one, so I'm testing these funds." Kenzo sighed with some impatience; the sum of money he transferred came from ghost companies located abroad, so this was a hassle.

"Because the fund is quite large, we'll need some time to verify the information. Can you wait for a moment?"

"I have nothing important later, but I would appreciate it if you could hurry. My time is money; I chose this bank as a small test to determine its benefits compared to others," Kenzo said with a subtle smile.

The bank manager immediately invited Kenzo to a VIP room.

Surely, even Kenzo didn't know that his photo had been processed by the police due to the recent scandal in the CCG. Although that case wasn't prosecuted, information about him was sought because they wanted to find out more about him and keep track of any reports mentioning him.

...

"Is this man trustworthy?" the bank manager asked the teller.

"Based on our data, he has a good track record with Japan's largest banks. His transactions are international, and he has multiple treaties based on loans and interest. He is 22 years old, dropped out of school at an early age after inheriting his grandfather's monopoly."

"Check and request consultations."

"Yes, manager."

...

In the end, the transfer was completed. The bank manager and the teller handed Kenzo his bank book and card with the utmost respect.

Once Kenzo left the bank, a car immediately picked him up and took him to the nightclub to check the things that were missing before its opening.

"Welcome, boss!" The exterior guards, who were humans, greeted Kenzo immediately when they saw him.

In this business, there were always two groups of security guards: the ones outside who dealt with humans and the Ghouls who handled issues inside. The atmosphere was pleasant, and the women who would work as waitresses at night had gathered to hear a few words from their boss.

Furthermore, some other security guards looked at Kenzo with interest. This young boss was incredibly imposing, and he didn't seem like he was really 22 years old. With his large muscles, he gave the impression of being a tough guy.

"My words will be simple, so listen carefully," Kenzo smiled slightly and looked at everyone with much more delicacy. "You are my workers, which makes you valuable people in my establishment; you will be my family from now on. If any of the customers cross the line with you, just report it to a security guard, and they will take care of it. I'll take good care of you, so I want you to feel comfortable."

"Yes, boss!"

Kenzo ran a first-class business, more like a corporation than a simple criminal organization. This kind of approach had opened many doors for him to slowly control the streets and become a distributor in a highly significant business.

It could be said that Kenzo's network was now deeply rooted and slowly expanding to other districts. His family was off-limits; that's what all Ghouls needed to know.