Unexpected Visitor

A moment later, at Nishikiyama Office.

"Are you idiots?" Nishikiyama Heita grabbed the paperweight on the table and threw it at Bandō's face. "Why did you bring back an irrelevant person?"

Bandō braced himself and said, "This is Kiryuu Kazuma's girlfriend. I thought kidnapping her would do too…"

At this time, Fujii had already woken up. This girl was indeed bold. Although her mouth had been stuffed with a rag, she still managed to speak in a muffled voice. "I'm not!"

The yakuza man standing beside her immediately scolded her with standard yakuza tongue rolling. "Damn you! Shut up!"

Nishikiyama slammed the table and glared at the underling who spoke.

Bandō hurriedly shouted, "Don't interrupt the boss!"

"I didn't, she interrupted…" The man pointed at Fujii with a wronged expression.

Nishikiyama shouted angrily, "Enough! I can close one eye to the fact that you kidnapped the wrong person, but you all are so clumsy! You lost a man and your walkie-talkie too! Do you think it's so easy to get hold of an outdated walkie-talkie from the American army?"

Ota was hiding in the corner and did not dare to make a sound. Earlier, he had thrown the walkie-talkie at Fujii, and the police came right after that. Given the urgency of the situation, he did not retrieve it.

Nishikiyama sighed and looked at Fujii. "What did she want to say just now? Take out the rag in her mouth and let her speak."

The lackey beside Fujii was dumbfounded. "What if she shouts?"

"Don't you f*cking know how to slap her?" Bandō shouted angrily.

"Oh!" The lackey slapped Fujii's face at once.

"Who the f*ck asked you to slap her right now?" Bandō came up and slapped the lackey's face twice until his mouth was full of blood. Then, Bandō removed the cloth in Fujii's mouth.

As soon as the rag was pulled out, Fujii said immediately, "I'm not Kiryuu Kazuma's girlfriend. You really caught the wrong person!"

Bandō roared, "Nonsense! Why would you go to his house if you're not his girlfriend?"

"My teacher asked me to go to his house to check on him. He was absent from school for the whole day." Although Fujii was still blindfolded and her face was a little swollen from the lackey's slap just now, she didn't sound timid at all. Perhaps it was because she could not see the fierce look of those yakuza men in the room.

Of course, it might be just a pretense.

"You claim that you are not Kiryuu Kazuma's girlfriend, but our people saw you leaving school with him several times, and you two even went on dates at the snack shop."

"Isn't it normal for friends to eat snacks together? Why do all of you think that we are dating just because of that?" Fujii asked boldly.

Even Nishikiyama could not think of an answer. 'That seems to make sense. It's not a big deal to spend time at a snack shop together.'

Nishikiyama pursed his lips. "Alright. Then you better start praying that he is willing to sell his dojo for you, who is not his girlfriend."

"You…"

"Block her mouth and bring her to the 'base,'" Nishikiyama ordered coldly.

The so-called base was the "crime scene" that they had specially prepared for this kidnapping. Even if Kazuma refused to comply, they would not really kill the hostage. This was because murder would escalate the whole incident into a serious crime. At that point, the police would intervene, and the entire Nishikiyama Family would be eliminated.

However, just because they could not kill their hostage, it did not mean that they had no way to threaten Kiryuu Kazuma.

When the time came, they would find a few delinquents and make up a story that they had brought back Fujii from the street and had their fun. After the incident, these delinquents would turn themselves in out of "guilty conscience."

The Japanese police would be happy to accept a case where the culprits had confessed their crimes because these cases were quick to close.

Those delinquents were young, so they would only be sent to the juvenile detention center for a short period of time for committing rape. They would be released just a few years later.

Moreover, most of the delinquents would want to become influential members of the yakuza after they were released, so they probably would not tell the truth anyway as they had to protect the reputation of the yakuza. Given how tight-lipped they were, even the police could not be bothered to interrogate them because it would be just a waste of time.

Therefore, doing so would not cost much for an established yakuza syndicate like the Nishikiyama Family. However, it might destroy Fujii Mikako's entire life.

In fact, the kidnap would be incomplete without taking some Polaroid pictures. However, the Nishikiyama Family was very poor, so they had to use their funds sparingly. They had not squeezed out enough money to buy a Polaroid camera.

However, Kiryuu Kazuma had no idea about that.

By Nishikiyama's order, Bandō stuffed the rag back into Fujii's mouth at once before she could speak. Then, he gave a look at Ota, who pushed Fujii out of the office.

Nishikiyama stared at Bandō. "Will the one who got caught betray us?"

"Of course not. He knows that people who don't keep their mouths shut will not end up well," said Bandō confidently.

Nishikiyama nodded. "Very well. We will pay Kiryuu Kazuma a visit when he returns home. If Kiryuu Kazuma doesn't care about this lady's chastity, then someone will have to cut his pinkie today."

At this moment, a lackey rushed into the office and reported loudly, "Kiryuu Kazuma and Kiryuu Chiyoko have returned to the dojo!"

Upon hearing this, Nishikiyama Heita picked up the teacup on the table and finished the tea in one gulp. He slammed the empty cup on the table and said, "Let's go."

***

When Kazuma reached home, he noticed that there were two uniformed policemen interrogating someone.

Chiyoko saw the policemen too. She asked Kazuma in confusion, "Why are the police here? Could it be related to us being stopped by the criminal investigators?"

"I don't know." Kazuma tugged at his sister, who wanted to go and have a look. "Let's go home."

"Maybe we can tell the police that we are being threatened."

"Didn't we tell them already this afternoon?" Kazuma asked.

Chiyoko fell silent.

Unless this case escalated into a murder, the police might not be able to intervene.

Besides, the yakuza definitely had many cards up their sleeve to deal with the police. It was very unlikely that they could count on the Japanese authorities to solve this matter.

Kazuma thought about how to sell the dojo at its original price and led Chiyoko back to their house.

Chiyoko took off her shoes and headed to the kitchen directly with the groceries they'd bought on their way back.

Kazuma also went to the kitchen. He picked up the kettle and gulped the water down.

In his previous life, he liked to drink water directly from the kettle. This was a habit he got from his real father.

Chiyoko frowned. "Brother! How am I supposed to drink after you drink it like that?"

"You can drink from the kettle too." Kazuma looked at Chiyoko with a confused look. "Or you can pour it out."

"Wouldn't that be indirect kissing?" Chiyoko shouted and grabbed the kettle. Then, she took a few pieces of tissue paper from the box on the stove and carefully wiped the mouth of the kettle.

"Why do you mind? You were still bathing with me just a few years ago," Kazuma teased.

"That was last time!" Chiyoko rolled her eyes and poured a cup of water from the cleaned kettle and gulped it down.

After putting down the cup, Chiyoko suddenly apologized. "I'm sorry, Brother. It's all because of me that we can't sell the dojo at its original price anymore."

"What are you talking about?" Kazuma frowned and said, "This is clearly the fault of those unscrupulous businessmen. Don't bother yourself with this matter. I will think of a way to deal with the yakuza and that Ito Yuusaku. You just have to continue to support this family in your own way like before."

Kazuma patted Chiyoko's head.

Chiyoko nodded. "Okay, I'll go prepare dinner, then."

"Go ahead."

Kazuma nodded and then leaned to the side. He stood at the kitchen door and watched as Chiyoko was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Maybe the police we saw on the way home came to question us," Kazuma said. "I'll answer the door."

He turned around and walked through the long corridor to the entryway.

"Who is it?" he asked as he opened the door.

However, he frowned immediately and wanted to close the door at once.

But a shiny leather shoe with unusually bright colors immediately reached in and blocked the closing door.

When Kazuma lifted his foot and was about to step on the leather shoe, the person outside spoke.

"Young Master Kiryuu, do you know a girl named Fujii Mikako? Look, is this her student ID?"

With that, a student ID was flipped open and thrown into the room.

Kazuma caught it and glanced at the photo on the ID. It was indeed Fujii Mikako.

"You…" Kazuma gritted his teeth and shouted, "What did you do to Fujii?"

The person outside the door sneered. "Young Master Kiryuu, it's bad manners to keep your guest outside your door, right?"

Kazuma gritted his teeth and let go of the doorknob.

The door was immediately pushed open by a bald yakuza man.

The man was dressed in a floral suit and a red shirt, looking like a yakuza boss. He stood outside the door and looked at Kazuma. "Young Master Kiryuu, aren't you going to invite us in for a cup of tea?"