Mitsui Fudosan, Matsukaze-dai.
"Really... I didn't drink too much... I can still drink..."
Ryuzaki opened the heavy door of the Rolls-Royce Silver Spur and looked helplessly at Asuka, who was slumped in the leather seat and completely drunk.
Asuka's alcohol tolerance is quite impressive.
The entire birthday party lasted for more than three hours. During this time, as the main character, she accepted everyone's invitations and drank non-stop.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have blacked out and been unconscious long ago.
But the result is that he's now completely drunk, muttering nonsense.
Along the way, she was taken care of by Masamichi Tsukishiro's wife, Miki, and Nanako.
Throughout the banquet, Miki constantly sought opportunities to build a relationship with Asuka, toasting her, chatting, and laughing, appearing extremely close.
Ryuzaki Makoto could tell that this was a woman who was opportunistic and knew how to seize opportunities.
But this is good too. With this connection, the Moon City Righteous Path will be firmly bound to its own chariot.
Only then can I feel at ease using methods to help him continue climbing the ranks.
They built the smuggling business from scratch.
Smuggling is a highly profitable business.
As soon as Miki got out of the car, an old Toyota pulled up next to the Rolls-Royce.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Yuecheng Zhengdao's slightly tired face.
"Miki, get on the bus, it's time to go home."
When Miki saw the old and dilapidated car driven by Tsukishiro Masamichi, a hint of undisguised disgust immediately appeared in her eyes.
Ryuzaki Makoto naturally noticed this, and he smiled as he spoke to Tsukishiro Masamichi.
"Brother Yuecheng, I think after we cooperate a few more times, it's time for you to change your car. After all, you are now the head of the coastal security section, and who knows, you might even become the director of the security bureau in the future. Driving this kind of car is not quite in line with your status."
When Miki heard Ryuzaki Makoto's words, her eyes lit up instantly, and her face immediately lit up with a smile.
"Then thank you very much for taking care of my husband, Ryuzaki-kun."
Ryuzaki Makoto smiled but didn't say anything more.
Miki knew it was time for her to leave and dared not linger any longer.
She opened the door of her husband's old Crown and got in.
The car started and quickly disappeared into the night.
Ryuzaki Masato tried to help the heavily intoxicated Asuka out of the car.
Nakamura got out of the driver's seat, closed the door, and looked somewhat serious.
"Ryuzaki Makoto, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."
Upon hearing this, Nanako, who was standing to the side, said very sensibly.
"Go talk to Uncle Nakamura, I can handle this all by myself."
After saying that, Nanako struggled to help the completely drunk Asuka out of the car.
The two of them staggered and supported each other as they walked into the villa, their steps uneven.
Ryuzaki watched their figures disappear through the door before turning around, taking out a pack of Dunhill cigarettes from his pocket, and handing one to Nakamura.
Nakamura silently accepted the cigarette offered by Ryuzaki Makoto, but did not light it immediately. He simply held it in his hand, glanced at it, and said with some emotion.
"I remember just two months ago, you were smoking Seven Stars cigarettes, and now you're smoking Dunhill. Life is truly unpredictable."
In Japan in 1985, Dunhill cigarettes were more than just cigarettes.
It is a symbol of status, a manifestation of wealth and position.
Those who can afford to smoke these cigarettes specially supplied to the British Royal Family are all wealthy and influential members of high society.
Ryuzaki Makoto simply smiled and shook his head without saying a word.
He pulled out a pure gold Dupont lighter from his pocket, lit it with a "ding," and leaned close to Nakamura.
Seeing Ryuzaki Makoto's state, Nakamura covered the flame with one hand, leaned over, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag.
"Do you think your bunch of lads would want to rush up and kill me if they saw the president of the True Dragon Society personally lighting a cigarette for this old man?"
Ryuzaki didn't care about Nakamura's teasing. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a thick cloud of smoke towards the bright moon in the sky.
"Aren't we friends?"
Upon hearing Ryuzaki Makoto's words, Nakamura paused slightly, his hand holding the cigarette pausing, and looked at Ryuzaki Makoto with a complicated expression.
Ryuzaki glanced at Nakamura.
"I know I'm handsome, but don't look at me like that. I only like women."
Nakamura's lips twitched. This kid, he still can't stand the sound of his words.
"I'm just lamenting how unpredictable life is. Who would have thought that just a few months ago I was a penniless young man with nothing, and now I'm a powerful figure who can rival the Kowloon Group?"
Ryuzaki Shin shook his head and flicked his cigarette ash.
"Uncle Nakamura, you're wrong. It's not about arm wrestling with them, it's about crushing them completely!"
Nakamura felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Ryuzaki Makoto's calm yet murderous gaze.
This kid hasn't changed at all.
It must be unfortunate for the Kowloon Group to have gotten involved with such a person.
The two men didn't speak again, but leaned against the cold car body, silently smoking.
He finished the cigarette quickly.
Ryuzaki threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toe.
"Uncle Nakamura, just tell me what's wrong. Come to me if you need anything."
He didn't believe that the other person was waiting here in the middle of the night just to come and talk about life with him.
Nakamura shook his head with a wry smile.
"Nothing can be hidden from you, kid."
Nakamura cleared his throat, his expression becoming more serious than ever before, and said to Ryuzaki Makoto.
"Miss Kyoko wants to see you..."