Ikeda Naoto was walking staggeringly on the road, and now he is really penniless, not even the money to take the bus.
However, he believes that as long as he walks to the dojo where his son lives, he will definitely be taken in.
In fact, he knows his son quite well. He knows the kindness in Shigeru Ikeda's heart. He gets angry when he sees that kindness, because he thinks of his wife who ran away.
For so many years, Naoto Ikeda has always firmly believed that a kind and weak wife will not leave him. No matter how fierce the beating is, as long as he hugs his wife and weeps and apologizes, he will be forgiven...
After all, Naoto Ikeda didn't really want to fight, he just encountered bad luck in the company and drank too much.
A kind wife will definitely forgive him, after all, he has been here for so many years.
She ran away from home, there must be something wrong.
But it doesn't matter, if his son Shigeru Ikeda can remember that heartbroken woman, he will definitely not let his downhearted father go.
Ikeda Naoto completely ignored the contradictions in his thinking, and ignored that he just thought his wife was a kind woman.
The son will definitely not leave the down-and-out father alone—with such a firm belief, Naoto Ikeda supported himself tenaciously and walked towards the dojo.
He didn't notice the speeding van, and turned around when the brakes sounded—
The car looked like it was going to hit him, but in fact it passed by very close. The side door of the car was wide open, and the person inside stretched out a long-rod noose that resembled the kind of free-range pigs that farmers in the Chinese countryside put on. It was accurate. Put it around Ikeda Naoto's neck.
Before Ikeda Naoto could react, he was dragged into the compartment of the van and was quickly knocked unconscious.
The van closed the door and drove away—the car didn't stop the whole time, only slowed down for a short while.
The kidnapping in the street was so simple.
The sights of several passers-by who heard the sound of sudden braking and looked over were blocked by the car body just right.
In addition, the location where the kidnapping was carried out was just between two street lights, which was the darkest location on the road, so no one noticed that a down-and-out uncle was kidnapped just like that.
When Naoto Ikeda opened his eyes, he was already in a building somewhere.
Looks like a factory where pigs are slaughtered and processed.
He struggled hard, trying to move his hands and feet, only to find that he was firmly tied to the stool.
Then he realized that he was covered in water, which was icy cold.
Then he noticed the light from the cigarette butts—the whole space was not well lit, so the flickering cigarette butts were particularly conspicuous.
"No way." The man with the cigarette butt in his hand shook his head, "This one is too bad, it can't pay off his debt at all."
These people seemed to speak Korean, which Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand.
But he remembered keenly that he seemed to have borrowed a lot of money from an underground bank opened by a Korean.
At this time, another burly man spoke up: "This skin can't be sold at all. It's so shriveled, and it's also a heavy drinker. The color of its internal organs is probably not healthy. What the buyer wants are healthy, bright red organs."
This was still in Korean, and Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand what they were saying, but instinctively felt the danger, so he began to beg: "I can pay back the money! I have a son! He will definitely help me pay back the money!"
The Chinese character standing next to him slapped him directly, dislocating his jaw directly, and the severe pain made Naoto Ikeda shut up.
"It's an important commodity," said the smoker. "Reset his jaw."
So the person who just did it grabbed Ikeda Naoto's chin with his thick hands, and snapped it back to its original position.
Ikeda Naoto didn't dare to speak anymore.
The smoker discussed with the strong man again in Korean: "It seems that he has to repay the debt, but he alone can't do it. He just said that his son can repay the debt. Is this possible?"
"How is it possible, you low-level brat, where did you get so much money, but his son is quite strong and young, so he should be able to sell for a good price."
"Um… "
The smoker thought for a few seconds, and then asked: "Can it really cover all the money from the interest rate? I can't see enough, let's arrest the sister of the master of the dojo."
"Okay, the boss seems to want to give the Kanto Union an eye salve, and it is suitable to capture the younger sister of a core member at the bottom. The risk is also less than directly assaulting the stronghold of the Kanto Union.
"If it's not just a horse fence, but a military station, it will develop into a fire."
The big man paused for a moment: "Fuck, we have too few troops, otherwise we won't be afraid of a direct exchange of fire. When will our comrades join us?"
"There will be, so don't be impatient."
Although Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand Korean, he still tried his best to listen to the conversation between the two. After all, it was Korean, but as long as they spoke Japanese names, Naoto Ikeda would definitely understand.
This might become a life-saving straw in the future.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the smoking guy extinguished the cigarette, came to Naoto Ikeda and asked in Japanese: "You say, I will write a note to your son saying that you are in our hands, will he call the police or will he call the police?" to save you?"
"He will come to save me!" Naoto Ikeda said firmly.
But the other party obviously didn't believe it. After looking at the strong man, the cigarette man ordered: "Give him something to eat, and dry off the water on his body. A cold will further affect his quality."
"yes."
The man who hit him just now nodded.
Then the cigarette man left the slaughterhouse with the strong man.
**
Outside the door, Qiu Dongwan lit a new cigarette, and asked Qi Chengzai: "Tomorrow, we will use two approaches to tie up the younger sister of the dojo master, send it to the 'dog meat shop', and then send a message to Ikeda Shigeru, see if we can do it." He cannot be lured here."
"Is it really good? Isn't this an alternate store location that was finally found?" Qi Chengzai asked.
"After all, it's just a backup. If it's the police who come, what they see is a pile of pork and the cold chain equipment for storing and transporting pork, isn't it?"
"That's right. No, the dead former boss is still buried here."
"When the Japanese police find clues that can track us down, the day lily will be cold." Qiu Dongwan took a long puff of cigarette, "Young girls are more expensive, and if they can be sold at a good price, they should almost get back their money. Then Ikeda Mao can be regarded as an extra, of course it is good to have it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't.
"In case he calls the police, it can also distract the attention of the police department. Contact the girl's buyer in advance, and trade immediately when he catches it."
Qi Chengzai nodded: "Understood."
"Go."
Qiu Dongwan watched Qi Sungjae leave, and looked back at the pork that was still waiting to be processed.
This small processing factory has been fully taken over by them, because the family that runs the factory originally has no external employees, so no one will find out if it is all buried.
Originally, Qiu Dongwan was worried that the neighbors would come to care about why the family never showed up, so he prepared a complete set of excuses for this, even prepared the forged legal person change documents.
However, no one came to ask.
So Qiu Dongwan can only lament that the capitalist society is full of indifference between people.
Of course, Japan may be a little more indifferent than other capitalist societies.
There is no better society for illegal organizations to hide themselves.
Qiu Dongwan pressed out the cigarette, picked out a piece of steak, and walked to the kitchen. No one should care about the opening of Hunxuan today, after all, Li Zhenghe has already arrived in Osaka.
There is no one in Tokyo who can blame Qiu Dongwan.
It was precisely because of this that Qiu Dongwan did not carry out Li Zhenghe's order and went to kick the court openly.
Anyway, Li Zhenghe doesn't care much about the process as long as the result meets expectations.
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