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Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)

Chapter 39: The Heavenly Capital of Ultimate Bliss (1)

By Carmen W KeithPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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Dragon 3: Tide of the Black Moon (1)
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The day the financial firm came to collect the land, Eiji's mother had a heart attack, and as the ambulance passed by the family cemetery, the gang blew up the plastic factory that had been run by the Manaka family for generations.

He knelt in front of his mother's spirit for three days, went to the bank and withdrew the money his mother had left for him to open a small store at the end of her life, and brought the last seven million dollars to the Jokhang. He is not a good gambler, but people in desperate times will do anything to gamble on that only hope.

"Such a wish can be a bit big, although your luck is good today, 1.2 billion yen may not be enough." In the VIP room, Sakurai Kogure said after listening to Eiki's words.

"How much more, I can go out and bet again!" Eiki wanted to get down on his knees and plead.

Sakurai Kogure took Eiiki's hand and stroked his ring finger on his left hand which still had the ring mark: "Add this finger, add this finger and it's enough."

Eiji winced fiercely but did not pull his hand back: "They are yakuza, you are also yakuza ...... you will not work together to harm me, right?"

"Yakuza and yakuza are not the same, compared to the Yakuza Yakuza who hold the laws of the yakuza from on high, perhaps we 'ghosts' are more trustworthy?" Sakurai Kogure said with a soft smile and turned to go out, leaving a short sword on the table.

If there are no more people to trust in this world, most people would believe in ghosts, right? Eiki thought.

Instead of taking him to the VIP room with red crystal glass on all four walls, Kogure Sakurai guided him away from the unobtrusive security exit and down the white-and-gray staircase one flight of stairs.

He could not hear anyone other than his footsteps and Sakurai Kogure's. The huge exhaust fan was slowly turning, blowing out a hot, warm breeze. If it wasn't for Sakurai Kogure holding his hand all the time to make him feel warm, Eiki didn't think he would have the courage to go to the deepest level. This road hidden under the Jigokan seemed to lead straight to the underworld and the yellow spring.

"Miss Sakurai, is it Mr. Manaka?" The man in black finally appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

In this nearly invisible place, but the man wore black sunglasses, Eiki warily glanced at him, only to feel the depths of the sunglasses penetrate the eerie golden gaze ...... somehow Eiki felt that it was the eyes of a cold-blooded animal.

"Room b431, Mr. Manaka's heart's desire is already there, please follow me." The man turned around and led Manaka Eiki and Sakurai Kogure to the black iron door and took out the magnetic card and swiped the lock.

This is a hut with iron plates on all four walls because it is underground, naturally, there are no windows, only small ventilation holes. There are no furnishings in the hut, four chairs sit on four people, and four people's arms are tied behind them, with sacks over their heads. They were all shivering and making indistinct whimpering sounds. The man closed the iron door and took out the folder that had been prepared.

He uncovered the first burlap sack and glanced at the photo in the folder: "Fujita Shoutaro, this is the president of the financial firm that gave you the mortgage, the old man of the Triad. Please confirm it."

"It's him," Hideki said hoarsely.

The man drew a pistol with a silencer and pressed it against Fujita Shoutaro's eyebrow, and the body fell with the chair.

He was the one who planned the real estate project, and you were his investor," Yamaguchi said. He and your friend Akamatsu Hidegata were in cahoots, with Yamaguchi initiating the project and Akamatsu Hidegata persuading the investors to join him. Then Yamaguchi absconded to an East African country with no extradition regulations with Japan, and Akamatsu Hidetaka appeared to be a victim, but Yamaguchi would launder the money he took and remit it to Akamatsu Hidetaka. Because there are no extradition regulations so we sent someone to Africa to bring him back, there was an accident on the way some of the goods are missing, please forgive me." By mutilated, the man meant that both of Yamaguchi's ears had been cut off, and no bandages were applied, just yellow powder to stop the bleeding.

"Please confirm." The man pointed the gun at Tomo Yamaguchi's eyebrow.

Eiki nodded, and Yamaguchi Tomo's head was tilted back by the bullet, shooting plasma to the roof.

"Akamatsu Hidegata, your wife's best friend. Claimed to be the son of a family, but turned out to be an underground boxer who moonlights as a companion to rich women, he has been your wife's concubine, and the idea of cheating your family fortune was his idea. To add, the baby in your wife's belly we have been forcibly induced according to your wishes, and the DNA test results are indeed Akamatsu Hidemata's." The man said, "Please confirm."

Eiki stared at the far younger and more handsome man, nodded gently, and although he did not speak tears fell like rain, his face was as hideous as an evil ghost.

"As for your wife, we have brought her to you as promised, and since you did not insist that we settle her, we will leave her at your disposal." The man pointed to the trembling human form on the last seat, although the face was covered with a sack, the white dress under the floating and exquisite torso is indeed a rare beauty.

"If you don't want to keep her please rest assured that cleaning up the mess is included in our service and is free of charge. If you don't want to keep her, we have reserved our best VIP suite upstairs for you, so you can take her in there and stay as long as you want until she comes around to you, also free of charge." Sakurai Kogure opened the mahogany box and took out from it the short knife that Eiki was familiar with. It was with this knife that he had cut off his ring finger three weeks ago and left it as part of the price at the Yakuza.

"You are not left-handed, and it should be convenient to hold the knife with your right hand." Sakurai Kogure exhaled in Manaka Eiki's ear while slipping the sheathed knife into Eiki's hand.

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Carmen W Keith

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