Kenta Tsukishiro skipped and hopped, carrying two large bags of groceries, and dashed into the room.
"Mom! Father's back! He brought back lots of delicious food!"
Miki, who was chatting with Ryuzaki Makoto, turned around happily when she heard her son's voice. When she saw Tsukishiro Masamichi standing at the door, she immediately stood up with a bright smile.
Miki walked quickly to Tsukishiro Masamichi, reached out to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar, and spoke with a touch of cute reproach.
"Look at you, you're so hesitant to give me a gift, and you don't even take it back yourself, you have to have Ryuzaki-kun deliver it to you personally. Is this how you treat a guest?"
Looking at the young man he had met once before, Tsukishiro Masamichi thought to himself: So this kid's name is Ryuzaki Makoto?
However, his mind was even more confused at this moment.
Gift?
I didn't give a gift...
Ryuzaki Makoto stood up from the sofa at the right moment, with a warm and polite smile on his face, and took the initiative to help Tsukishiro Masamichi out of the predicament.
"Sister-in-law, please don't blame Brother Yuecheng. These gold ornaments were made by someone he asked me to help him find a few days ago. After I had them ready, I thought I would just deliver them on my way. To be honest, I didn't think it through."
Upon hearing this, Miki's smile widened, and she waved her hand.
"Hey, Ryuzaki-kun, don't take his side. That blockhead of a man, I know what kind of person he is!"
Tsukishiro Masamichi wasn't stupid. Upon hearing this, he instantly understood that both his son's motorcycle and the gold jewelry his wife mentioned were gifts that this young man named Ryuzaki Makoto had offered to him.
He sighed inwardly: What's meant to happen, can't be avoided.
However, seeing the genuine joy on his wife and children's faces, he couldn't bear to spoil everyone's fun right now.
Yuecheng Zhengdao could only force out a somewhat stiff smile.
"Alright, alright, the guests are waiting for dinner. Miki, hurry up and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner."
Miki was also a quick-witted person. Upon hearing her husband's words, she immediately understood that he and Ryuzaki Makoto had something important to discuss.
So she turned to Kenta, who was still excitedly arranging the ingredients, and said:
"Kenta, stop being so happy and go back to your room to do your homework! If you don't get into the top three in your grade in the next midterm exam, I'm going to sell your new motorcycle!"
Kenta was most afraid of his mother, so he didn't dare to disobey her at all. He immediately nodded obediently, grabbed his schoolbag, and ran back to his room in a flash.
Miki then went into the kitchen and started getting busy.
In an instant, only Tsukishiro Masamichi and Ryuzaki Makoto remained in the living room.
Masamichi Tsukishiro took a deep breath, walked over, and sat down opposite Ryuzaki Makoto.
Ryuzaki Makoto remained as calm and collected as ever. He smiled and took the initiative to speak:
"Congratulations on your promotion to section chief."
Masamichi Tsukishiro gave an awkward laugh, which quickly faded into a long sigh.
"Just tell me what you want me to do."
For some reason, he felt that when he saw this young man again, the imposing aura emanating from him seemed even stronger.
Even when the other person is smiling kindly at him, he still feels a suffocating sense of oppression.
Ryuzaki Makoto's smile deepened.
"Great job. It seems your mindset has become much more assertive since your promotion."
As he spoke, he sat up straight, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
"I have a shipment coming by sea tomorrow that needs to be handed over at the port. I'll need you to make some arrangements with the coastal security department."
Upon hearing this, Yuecheng Zhengdao's expression instantly hardened. He thought to himself: So they really did come after all.
However, to Ryuzaki Makoto's surprise, after a brief silence, Tsukishiro Masamichi slowly shook his head.
"I will have the gifts you gave to my family today converted into cash. I will return this money to you in full."
Upon hearing this, Shinichi Ryuzaki's smile began to turn dangerous.
This old guy is going to reject me.
That's exactly what Yuecheng Zhengdao thought.
Previously, the reason he was tempted by Ryuzaki Makoto's offer was because he had no hope of promotion, a bleak future, and was under considerable financial pressure.
But the situation is different now.
I've already been promoted, and my salary and benefits are much better now; the future looks promising.
Furthermore, he witnessed firsthand Sato's collusion with criminal elements, ultimately leading to his tragic end as a corpse lying in the ground.
This completely overwhelmed any remaining glimmer of hope in his heart with reason.
He felt it was completely unnecessary for him to risk losing his head for that extra money.
The wisest choice is to remain a stable section chief.
Ryuzaki Makoto slowly moved his wrist, and his joints made a crisp "crack, crack" sound.
His eyes instantly turned icy cold.
"What a smug stray dog."
When Tsukishiro Masamichi heard Ryuzaki Makoto's undisguised insults, his face instantly turned ugly.
When has he ever been insulted like this?
"If this is how you talk to me, then please leave immediately!"
However, Yuecheng Zhengdao had barely finished speaking.
Ryuzaki Makoto's figure instantly sprang up from the sofa!
His hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing Yuecheng Zhengdao by the neck in one swift motion!
Ryuzaki Makoto slowly stood up and, with a single hand, lifted Tsukishiro Masamichi off the sofa, making his feet off the ground!
Masamichi Tsukishiro, who is only about 1.7 meters tall, looks like a chick with its throat being choked in front of Makoto Ryuzaki, who is 1.88 meters tall. He appears so weak and helpless.
Instantly, a large amount of blood rushed to his brain, and his face turned bright red and then purple.
He used all his strength to try to pry open Ryuzaki Makoto's hand, which was like an iron clamp, but found that the hand did not budge.
A feeling of suffocation instantly enveloped him.
He couldn't utter a single word, only making "ho ho" sounds, like a broken bellows.
Ryuzaki Makoto, however, wore a sigh on his face.
"There was someone I didn't particularly like who once said something to me: 'People should know how to be grateful.'"
"But I've noticed that you seem... not very knowledgeable."
He slowly, little by little, tightened his grip on the other person's neck.
"How do you think Sato died?"
"How do you think you got to this position?"
"Do you really think that someone like you, who has been in the deputy position for over a decade, is qualified to sit in that position?"