I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 180 Can't I Think of You?
"Boss. It's a call from Representative Kitano."

The office, sparsely furnished and decorated, exudes a cool and serious atmosphere. This is the kind of decor that Daigo Nakajima likes.

Clean, simple and clear.

This style also serves as a constant reminder of the circumstances under which I have gradually come to where I am today.

And his old friend, who had spent those years with him, is now lying in the hospital.

This was not an expected situation, nor was it something I orchestrated like those rumors suggest.

But if it weren't for this unexpected event, this opportune moment, how could I have ended up in this position and situation?
The situation isn't good, but there's no turning back. He knows that even if he were willing to rekindle their past relationship, he'd be handing it over to someone else.

His subordinates wouldn't agree, and his financial backers would certainly not agree either.

What they want to see is complete control of power, standing in that position with absolute authority, bringing them enormous benefits.

How much money does a person need to earn to be considered enough?

It's often not that simple. In his view, after all these years in this position, there's only one truth he can truly believe in.

People in the arena involuntarily.

"give it to me."

He looked at his suited subordinates and calmly extended his calloused right hand.

Some scars were still faintly visible on his hands, and his old friend lying in the hospital had quite a few on his hands as well. He even knew clearly that Bai Feng had a hideous and terrifying scar on his shoulder.

That was left behind a long time ago.

That scar was evidence that Shirafuji had taken a knife for him. Because of that knife, Nakajima Daigo believed he had given their family too much leeway, even an opportunity to negotiate with him.

But now it seems that his daughter doesn't want to cherish this opportunity.

"Hello, Representative Kitano."

In just a few words, some details were finalized.

He doesn't like to waste words. Perhaps when he was young he needed to use more words to fight for his opportunities, but now he has the power to speak for himself.

"We can talk, but I have only one requirement: that it be in a place I choose, otherwise there's nothing to talk about."

“Fight? Mr. Kitano, you should know how I got here. It’s true, I’m getting old and shouldn’t be using knives and guns. But I don’t want people to think I’m a toothless, sick tiger.”

"I understand your difficulties, but if I can resolve everything, you might benefit even more. Do you really trust just a few women?"

"That's it, no discussion. Councilor Kitano should go and ask them if they dare. I've given them the chance, so don't say that elders don't give face to juniors."

When he hung up the phone.

His face, which already looked somewhat old, didn't show much change in expression.

His eyes were still sharp and powerful.

His temperament was as calm as an unmoving mountain peak.

"Boss, are we really going to talk to them?"

The still-young confidant asked softly.

Daigo Nakajima raised his clear eyes. "At this point, we always have to talk. Things aren't like they used to be. Nobody wants to see a scene of swords clashing unless absolutely necessary. Besides, those girls have found Kitano. We have to give him some face, no matter what."

The confidant nodded silently after hearing this.

Then she said softly, "But arranging it in our place makes me feel a little more at ease."

Daigo Nakajima frowned at this moment, "Have those South American people arrived yet?"

"It seems they're already on their way. But is it really necessary? I've looked at their information; they could easily attract the police's attention, and I'm afraid it might cause unnecessary trouble."

Daigo Nakajima tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.

He shook his head.

“At this point, there’s no such thing as unnecessary or necessary. You need to understand clearly that when that day really comes, it will be a life-or-death situation. No one can stay out of it. As long as I live, I have a chance to clean up the mess and resolve the trouble. But if I die, I will have nothing left.”

"Would they really go that far? Even if they made contact with that man, it's highly unlikely."

"I don't believe there are supermen in this world either, but people have to be responsible for themselves. I'll gather all my weapons these next few days and focus on preparation."

After saying this, Daigo Nakajima's eyes sharpened.

He said coldly.

"On that day, I won't want an impenetrable castle. I'll want a meat grinder that leaves no survivors."

"Yes!"

……

It was just after nightfall.

The moon hangs high overhead.

The room was filled with swirling mist. Tsukino Gen couldn't remember how long he had been in this state, just like a drop of water repeatedly falling on the same stone.

It was as if they were trying to break through this stone with endless perseverance.

Spiritual practice is like this; there are indeed shortcuts, but there aren't many noteworthy techniques.

"Dong dong dong."

However, the knocking at the door broke Tsukino Gen's meditative state.

Sweat was clearly visible on his forehead, something that would never appear no matter how much he exercised or was exposed to the sun.

He frowned and got out of bed.

He arrived at the door and opened it. Before even seeing the person, he already knew who it was. The scent wasn't familiar, but he had smelled it earlier that day, so it wasn't surprising.

"How did you come?"

I looked at the figure standing outside the door, back to the moonlight.

Her world-weary face, bathed in moonlight, made her look like a goddess born from the moon.

She was wearing a rather thick hooded jacket in this weather, and not only did she wear the hood up, but she also had a baseball cap underneath. This was also related to her identity.

However, her lower body was somewhat surprising. She wore tight black hot pants that revealed her long, slender legs, and while she was wearing sneakers, she was also wearing long, black stockings that went past her knees.

It's hard to tell her age at first glance, just like those female internet celebrities who like to flirt with the wrong side of the law.

Of course, she doesn't have the vibe of a borderline internet celebrity, but this outfit is indeed a rather unexpected surprise.

"Let me in first, it will be troublesome if others see me."

As she spoke, Mochizuki Miki squeezed inside.

The boy, still sweating, felt the friction of the other person's body against his.

"boom."

He closed the door behind him, and Tsukino Gen complained helplessly, "If you're afraid of trouble, then don't come over."

The woman, however, seemed not to hear what Tsukino Gen was saying at all; she did not choose to walk past him.

They did not choose to ignore the sweat on the other person's body.

Instead, she tiptoed and moved closer.

His cheeks were close to the sweaty area of ​​his neck, his nose twitched, and he breathed heavily.

"Hmm, it has a bit of a smell."

"Then why are you still smelling it?"

The other party's actions surprised Tsukino Gen, and almost made him blush with embarrassment. Fortunately, his thick skin was no joke.

Mochizuki Miki laughed and said, "It doesn't smell bad. What I mean is, your scent is a bit stronger now."

"You make it sound like I'm a dish."

"Mmm, it's a delicious dish."

As she spoke, she turned and walked away from the boy completely.

He walked confidently into the living room and sat down.

He took off his hood and baseball cap, letting his long, neat hair cascade down, as if unfolding a stunning painting before Tsukino Gen.

As expected of an actor, he knows exactly which angles and actions are most pleasing to the eye.

Gen Tsukino frowned as he looked over. "What are you doing here at this hour?"

The woman leaned back on the sofa, looked around the boy's room, and then fixed her bright gaze on Tsukino Gen's face.

"It's nothing, Hongye was just a little worried. So I came here specifically to sound her out. Were you exercising and that's why you were sweating?"

"I guess so. Maybe I should go take a shower first."

"No, after showering, all that's left is the smell of shower gel. It doesn't smell good."

Gen Tsukino: ? ? ?

"Did you have this quirk since you were a child?"

He liked the smell of sweat? He had never heard of such a fetish before; it was too niche.

The woman, resting her chin on her hand, seemed to be showing off how small her face was; her smile was gentle yet beautiful.

"How can you call it a quirk? I don't like just anyone's things."

"It's terrifying to hear such words from a big star. As for water, all we have right now is ice water."

"I can drink it cold."

"."

boom.

After closing the refrigerator door, Tsukino Gen looked at the other person with a complicated expression.

Mochizuki Miki, seemingly oblivious to the ambiguity of the statement, looked around and remarked with a sigh, "Are all boys' rooms this clean? Or is it just your room?"

Gen Tsukino thought for a moment and said, "I think if you lived in ancient times, you'd be some kind of wicked empress. Where would you get so many tips for praising people?"

Gen Tsukino thought he was quite good at flattery, but in front of this person, he seemed to be nothing at all—they were too good at praising. From every angle, in every way.

Mochizuki Miki couldn't help but laugh.

"How can this be considered a little trick for praising someone? It all comes from the heart. This is my sincere opinion and evaluation of you."

Gen Tsukino shook his head. "When people are faced with truly beautiful things, they often find themselves at a loss for words. The fact that you can still say it proves that you're not being sincere enough."

Mochizuki Miki looked at the boy with surprise, and her legs, wrapped in black stockings, even intertwined briefly in Tsukino Gen's eyes.

"My praise is really lacking compared to your self-evaluation."

"Alright, enough with the act. What are you here for?"

Gen Tsukino sat down on the sofa and turned on all the lights in the living room.

I simply wiped the sweat off my forehead and neck with a wet wipe.

"As I said, Hongye was worried and came over to talk to you."

Gen Tsukino scoffed at such an explanation.

"Someone as smart as you should know that no matter how much we talk, we won't come up with an effective solution. I have my own way of doing things, and I'm not going to tell you. So..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The dark figure lunged forward.

Naturally, her legs, wrapped in black that reached past her knees, parted.

She placed her hands on her neck, in a position that wasn't exactly looking down on her.

Her rosy cheeks, the clearly visible beauty mark under her eye, and her bright, sparkling eyes are all vividly remembered.

"So I just wanted to see you, can't I just make up an excuse?"

……

(End of this chapter)