"You can tell me about what happened three years ago now." Tsuneo squatted in front of Miyata Kazuo, looking down as he asked.
Miyata Kazuo, crawling on the ground, felt the fat on his face tremble as he looked up at the other man with a terrified expression.
In just two or three minutes, in barely a moment, his henchmen—seasoned veterans of street brawls—were all lying on the floor.
"Three years ago... I don't know anything about three years ago." Miyata Kazuo shook his head vigorously.
If he had to talk about three years ago, there was only that one incident. And it was that incident that had completely changed his life.
If I talk about that, even if I die...
"If you don't talk, you will die." Tsuneo grabbed the man's head, offering his blessing in the most sincere and chilling tone.
The Dark Knight truly meant it.
If you really don't want to talk, then don't. Go straight to hell instead.
Due to the sunglasses and mask covering Tsuneo's face, Miyata Kazuo couldn't see the other man's features at all. However, judging from the ruthless methods just displayed, this person was absolutely not joking with him.
His henchman had been kicked into silence just for wailing a few times while lying on the ground.
"Heh heh heh..." Tsuneo sneered a few times seeing the man staring at him silently.
"Th-Three years ago..." Miyata Kazuo, trembling with fear, stammered out the events of three years ago.
Mizumoto Jun'ichi. He would never forget that name in his life.
Three years ago, Miyata Kazuo, burdened with gambling debts, was just an ordinary truck driver.
Although he occasionally helped organized crime groups smuggle goods, he was ultimately just an ordinary person with crooked morals.
"The Terashima Group! It—It was them who made me do it! They gave me a photo, planned the route, and even taught me what to say and how to handle the situation!" Miyata Kazuo hurriedly shouted in his defense.
He didn't even know, from beginning to end, why the Terashima Group had targeted a high school student.
No matter who investigates, it will definitely look like just a normal traffic accident. afterwards, I can get a large sum of money and make connections with them, without having to drive day and night to pay off debts.
For Miyata Kazuo, who was drowning in gambling debt, this was exactly what he desperately needed.
"Very good. So, do you choose to tell the truth, or jump into Tokyo Bay?" Tsuneo patted the man's head, praising him.
The first option clearly gave the other party a chance to confess and submit to the law.
Some people needed to know the truth.
As for the second option, it wasn't about letting him go for a swim in Tokyo Bay.
"I... I... The Terashima Group, they..." Miyata Kazuo could barely speak.
For him, betraying them was no different from choosing a dead end.
Although the group had been suppressed in the past two years and its members had dwindled to a few hundred, they were still not something he could contend with. Even if he went to prison, he would get stabbed a few times.
"They won't see tomorrow's sun." Tsuneo lifted Miyata Kazuo with one hand, walked to the stairway of the mahjong parlor's second floor, and looked back at everyone.
Present, besides the unconscious henchmen, were some gamblers with impure motives and several flamboyantly dressed women.
"Keep your mouths shut. My memory is very good."
Leaving behind a threatening remark, the Dark Knight marched the two-hundred-pound mahjong parlor owner out.
Shinjuku.
Kabukicho.
With thousands of bars, clubs, and love hotels, this place was undoubtedly paradise for some.
However, there were quite a few people here making a messy living, from stealing to robbing; they were busy every day.
According to Miyata Kazuo, the Terashima Group's main base was a bar here.
"Don't worry, someone will come to keep you company very soon." Tsuneo sneered, parked the car, and walked alone into the bustling district.
Miyata Kazuo, tied up like a dumpling with his mouth taped shut, sat in the back seat of the van, watching the other man leave, his body still trembling uncontrollably.
His usual act worked fine for fooling ordinary people, but upon encountering a true god of death, he immediately started shaking, daring not even to utter a word of plea.
"Hey, kid, we're not open today. Go somewhere else!"
Tsuneo looked up at the sign in front of him. This was the right place.
A four-story building; it seemed the whole thing belonged to one establishment.
Two young men with bleached blond hair stood at the bar entrance, wearing black suit jackets with nothing underneath, exposing their chests.
"No customers inside?" Tsuneo found it a bit strange.
Why aren't they open?
"I said we're not open, so we're not open! Get lost!" The blond youth looked down his nose at the man dressed in black in front of him.
If the boss hadn't ordered us to be a bit more amiable, I would have slapped you already!
Wearing sunglasses and a mask... do you think you're a celebrity?
"..." Tsuneo delivered a backhand blow to the guy's face, followed by a flying kick that sent him flying straight inside.
The other doorkeeper, who was squatting nearby smoking, froze in place watching this scene.
Is this guy insane?!
Do you know what's going on inside?
Wait a minute... this outfit, this reckless attitude... why does it seem like I've heard of this somewhere?
"Watch the door. I'm here to have a chat with your boss." Seeing the man's expression, Tsuneo knew he must have been recognized. He decided to let him continue watching the door, which would also serve to keep away anyone wanting to watch the commotion.
"I... I..." The man gulped, not daring to speak as he watched the Dark Knight push open the door and walk into their territory.
Although it was impossible for all the Terashima Group members to be holed up in this bar, the boss had called a meeting of a bunch of executives today. Counting their entourages, there had to be over a hundred people, all of them elites.
Wh-What are you going in there for???
As the underling was kicked in from outside, the commotion naturally drew attention inside the bar. Groups of thugs in black suits, chests bare to show off their individuality, stood up and stared at the newcomer with unfriendly eyes.
"You can call an ambulance in advance."
The Dark Knight scanned the room and said with a cold sneer...
"Takagi, Sato, quick, let's move out!" Inspector Megure hung up the phone, his expression growing graver.
Approaching midnight, the police had received a report.
The round orange inspector, who had just finished staying up late for other cases, instantly lost all drowsiness and rushed to the scene with his two capable subordinates.
"Inspector, what happened?" Officer Sato asked curiously, seeing him mobilize a large force.
Judging by this posture, it didn't look like an ordinary murder case.
Could it be that another bank was robbed?
"A bar in Kabukicho. That guy, the Dark Knight, has shown himself," Inspector Megure said with a serious face from the back seat of the red Mazda.
"Shown himself?" Takagi was a bit confused.
Did he go there to drink?
"According to the caller's description, the scene is somewhat..."
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