The Underworld, Starting with Debt

Having been in a state of sage mode for a while, Ito Koshitoshi, with a clear mind, realized that something was amiss and quickly sorted out his thoughts.

Firstly, Kyoko Tsukishima may have known for a long time that her husband was a master of self-discipline and was willing to cooperate in helping him to be self-disciplined.

The person they chose as their self-disciplined assistant was Ito Koshitomo. Otherwise, it would be inexplicable why Tsukishima Kyoko would have prepared safety measures in advance, and why her husband would appear after she finished exercising.

It's all too much of a coincidence.

When Matsuichiro Tsukishima called her, Kyoko Tsukishima's dazed mind slowly began to awaken.

She mustered her strength and turned over, revealing once again the beautiful scenery that had been hidden under the covers to Ito Koshitomo.

"Matsuichiro, Aji already knows what happened. You can drive Aji home later!"

After shouting twice with difficulty, Kyoko Tsukishima looked at Koichi Ito with a dazed expression.

"Ah Zhi, take me to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up!"

Chapter 41 is very smooth

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the streetlights were sparse, with only a few streetlights emitting a faint glow.

A car slowly drove along the quiet street, the sound of its wheels rubbing against the ground particularly clear in the still night.

Sitting in the back seat, Ito Koshitomo and Tsukishima Matsuichiro, who was driving in front, maintained a subtle atmosphere, with an awkwardness permeating between them.

Suddenly, Matsuichiro Tsukishima spoke, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Xiao Zhi... is it okay if I call you that?"

"Make yourself at home, Mr. Tsukishima." Ito Koshino's voice was a little soft. After all, he had just been with someone's wife... cough cough, and now he was in the same car with her husband, talking. In short, he was very uncomfortable.

"Just call me Matsuichiro."

"Yes, Mr. Matsuichiro."

"..." Tsukishima Matsuichiro seemed to want to say something, but then stopped.

The mature and serious-looking Matsuichiro Tsukishima's hesitant demeanor piqued Ito Koshi's curiosity about what he wanted to say.

He secretly used the ring to probe, but overheard a strange thought: 'How can I get Xiaozhi to come to my house more often?'

Indeed, the thought process of self-discipline experts is incomprehensible to those who are not like-minded.

After a moment of silence, Matsuichiro Tsukishima spoke again.

"Xiao Zhi, what do you think of Kyoko?"

“…very smooth,” Ito Koshito, knowing his intention, immediately said the result he wanted to hear.

Unexpectedly, his plan backfired. Tsukishima Matsuichiro suddenly stepped on the gas, startling Ito Koshitoki into thinking he was going to take him down with him.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and Tsukishima Matsuichiro quickly released the accelerator.

"I'm sorry, Xiaozhi, I got a little excited."

"fine."

Seeing Tsukishima Matsuichiro awkwardly curled up, his face flushed, Ito Kozue's gaze grew increasingly strange.

"Xiao Zhi, actually, I'm often away from home because of work, and I don't have time to spend with Kyoko, so she often feels very lonely..."

"Ah...right, right."

"Ahem, so, Xiaozhi, come visit my house often when you have free time and spend more time with Gongzi."

"..." Ito Koshizumi didn't want to say anything anymore. To be able to be this self-disciplined was already a kind of achievement.

"I will……"

The trees along the roadside swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves and branches rubbing against each other, making a rustling sound.

Upon arriving at the small park, Ito Koshitoshi asked Tsukishima Matsuichiro to put him down there.

Goodbye, Mr. Matsuichiro.

Goodbye, Xiaozhi... Remember to come again!

"..."

It wasn't until the red taillights on the black car disappeared into the night that Ito Koshichi picked up his phone.

'Sigh, it's so late. I stood Aso-nee up. I hope she won't be too angry...'

Opening the Line interface, sure enough, the red unread markers shone brightly in the darkness.

"Ugh!"

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Miyuki Aso (Landlady): [Not back yet? Ito-kun.] (Read) [23:09]

Miyuki Aso (Landlady): [Ito-kun?] (Read) [23:40]

Miyuki Aso (the landlady): [Ito, little brother, you haven't forgotten, have you?! *smile* (read) "0:12"

Miyuki Aso (Landlady): [You stinky Ito, you bad Ito, how dare you not reply to your sister's messages?] (Read) "0:12"

……

What followed was a string of messages all conveying the same message from Miyuki Aso: I'm furious!

Until the very last message...

Miyuki Aso (Landlady): [Ito-kun, why aren't you replying to my messages? Did something happen?!] (Read) [1:12]

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Ito Koshito quickly checked the time: 1:15. Three minutes had passed, so he hurriedly called Aso Sayuri.

"Beep-beep-"

"Hey, Ito-kun, you don't have anything, right?" Aso Miyuri's hurried and anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Sister Aso, I'm fine. I just got home."

"Huff—huff—" The noise on the other end of the phone gradually subsided. It was obvious that Asou Miyuri slowly stopped running and took a deep breath.

"Hmph~ Ito-kun, why aren't you replying to my messages? I was so worried about you, I thought something had happened to you!"

"I'm sorry, Aso-nee, I wasn't able to check my phone just now..."

"By the way, Aso-nee, where are you now? I'll come pick you up. The area isn't safe at night."

"I'm almost at the intersection in front of my rented house... Ah [Why is there a little kid on the street so late at night...]"

Suddenly, a burst of noise came from Aso Miyuki's phone, followed by a very distinctive, unpleasant sound that came from afar.

Without a second thought, Ito Koshino hung up the phone and rushed to Aso Miyuri's place.

As for Miyuki Aso, upon hearing this, she turned around, and then her phone, which was ringing with a dial tone, was snatched away.

"Little sister, it's dangerous for a child to be out on the street alone at night. Here, let me keep your phone safe for you."

Looking at the two tall, blond-haired men in front of her, Asou Miyuki's heart pounded like a drum. However, Asou Miyuki was very good at using her small appearance to protect herself.

"Um, brother, if there's nothing else, I'll head home now..." Asou Miyuki said pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears, her childish voice tinged with a hint of sobbing.

No one would have guessed that she was a financially independent rich woman, but rather a lovable little girl.

"Mozer, why don't we give her back her phone? She's still so young..."

"Slap!" Ueda Mosaku slapped the head of the buzz-cut man next to him, Matsushita Masao, without hesitation, and then leaned close to him and said.

"What do you know? When you're out in the game, the most important thing is your presence. You can't lose face even in front of a little girl. Let her know what a bad guy is! You don't want to go back to being the one who gets bullied, do you? Besides, we've spent all our money on hair dyeing."

"I understand, Moze." Matsushita Masao suddenly realized, rubbed his cheeks, and looked at Aso Miyuki with a fierce expression.

Asou Miyuri's lips twitched as she looked at the two blond-haired men in front of her who were illiterate and idiots at writing, unsure of what to say.

Since you know you're a complete novice, don't discuss it loudly in front of others!

"Kid, you can go now. You can keep your phone for me!" As if trying to intimidate Miyuki Aso and show off his power, Masao Matsushita grinned what he thought was a ferocious smile, but it actually looked like a silly grin, and said fiercely.

Chapter Forty-Two: A Way to Die Has Been Established

And what Ito Koshitomo saw when he arrived was...

Under the lamplight, the petite and delicate landlady, Asou Miyu, stood timidly trembling in front of two blond-haired thugs. Weak and helpless, she could only hug herself with her arms around herself in the face of their threats, seeking a sense of security.

Ito Koshito was instantly consumed by rage, his handsome face filled with a gloomy expression, and he rushed towards them.

'Those two bastards, bullying Aso-neechan, they're asking for it!'

With a loud bang, before the two of them could react, Ito Koshitoshi had already arrived beside them, wielding his iron fist and delivering a heart-wrenching blow.

"Ouch!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ito Koshichi swung his fists wildly, smashing them at the two bastards in front of him. Each blow caused the two blond-haired men to clutch their stomachs in agony.

"You have already chosen your path to death!"

Ito Koshitomo's cold voice was especially clear in the quiet, deserted streets late at night.

"Ahem, Ito-kun, wait a minute!"

Miyuki Aso then came to her senses and saw that the two blond-haired men were curled up on the ground in pain, unable to resist and could only endure Ito Koshitomo's abuse.

Miyuki Aso ran to Ito Koshitomo's side and gently tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to squat down.

“Ito-kun, just teach them a lesson. I just heard that this is their first time trying to be delinquent.” After a pause, Asou Miyuki leaned close to Ito Koichi’s ear and breathed softly, “More importantly, I don’t want Ito-kun to get into trouble because of them. It would be difficult if they called the police.”

The warm breath, carrying the unique milky scent of Asou Miyu, slowly calmed Ito Koshi's burning anger.

Ito Koshito glanced at the two men lying on the ground, writhing and curled up from Ito Koshito's heavy punches, and slowly withdrew his fists.

He crouched down, picked up the phone next to the two people lying down, and handed it back to Aso Miyuki, who was standing nearby.

"Aso-nee, are you alright?"

Ito Koshito looked at Aso Miyuki with a hint of worry, his gaze sweeping over her body, checking for any wounds.