He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Sakura, wearing her school uniform, covered her underwear. If she then made up some other excuse to go home, Aunt Mido wouldn't suspect anything like that.

"Okay, Shirakawa-nii, you go to school first, don't let me make you late..."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you downstairs. If we're going to be punished, we'll be punished together."

Actually, Shirakawa doesn't like going to class either; it doesn't really matter whether he arrives early or late.

Moreover, if Mr. Akita calls him into his office for a lecture, he can take the opportunity to inquire about the principal.

"Okay then, Shirakawa-nii, wait for me, I'll be right there."

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Downstairs, Shirakawa waited with his schoolbag on his back, kicking at the pebbles on the roadside, looking utterly bored.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to live in the same building as the Mido sisters."

Shirakawa looked up and saw Akiyama Yayoi dressed in casual clothes, her face gloomy, looking as if she had eaten shit.

"What are you doing here?" Shirakawa clenched his fists, ready to punch him.

The enemy has respawned at the respawn point?

"I'm not here to fight you." Akiyama Yayoi slightly raised her right leg.

Shirakawa then noticed that Akiyama had a black electronic shackle on his right ankle, clearly the kind used when people are under house arrest abroad.

The green light is on, indicating that the system is in operation.

"what's the situation?"

"It's all thanks to you." Akiyama Yayoi sneered. "I never thought I would fall into your hands."

Shirakawa frowned. According to the chief, Akiyama Yayoi should be released without charge after some maneuvering, but who put these electronic shackles on her? He didn't remember Japan having such a system.

"Hey, what are you plotting behind my back again?" Akiyama Yayoi interrupted.

Ever since Shirakawa pondered him for a while at the karaoke bar and then got him into the Metropolitan Police Department, he's developed PTSD from Shirakawa's thoughtful demeanor.

"Nothing. By the way, why aren't you wearing your school uniform and carrying your backpack? It's almost time for class now."

"Class? Hmph, I've already transferred schools. This is the last time we'll see each other." Akiyama Yayoi sneered and took out her phone to make a call.

"Hey, yes, that's right, he's out."

Just as he finished speaking, a car drove up from the entrance of the residential area.

Shirakawa took a few steps back, watching warily.

It's hard to say whether there's a burly man inside that car.

They put a sack over themselves, dragged them away, and took them to the deep mountains to relieve themselves.

Unexpectedly, a tall man in a suit got out of the car.

He is quite handsome, and his features bear a resemblance to Yayoi.

"You must be Shirakawa." The man tightened his tie, showing some respect for Shirakawa. "Hello, I am Yayoi Akiyama's father and the president of the Akiyama Group. Just call me President Akiyama."

"Oh, okay, that's great." Shirakawa was flattered.

In Japan, a country where seniority and hierarchy are extremely important, the concept of seniority is crucial.

This company president actually showed me such respect.

"Shirakawa-kun, I'm so sorry that Yayoi caused you trouble regarding what happened at the karaoke bar the day before yesterday." President Akiyama bowed deeply.

"Yayoi, quickly bow and apologize."

Yayoi's lips twitched, and his already gloomy face became even more distressed. Resentment, anger, and regret intertwined in his mind.

"I'm sorry," Yayoi said, bowing deeply in apology.

"Hey, what do you mean by causing trouble? That's a crime." Shirakawa wasn't the kind of person to push his luck.

But he also has principles. Sakura was almost bewitched and taken away by him, and in their mouths, it was simply a matter of causing trouble.

Shirakawa scrutinized President Akiyama. His current subservience seemed more like a gesture of humiliation, but deep down, he still exuded arrogance and disdain.

But why did he go through all this trouble to come here? Surely it wasn't just to bow and apologize...?

Could it be that he's trying to pay money to settle things and shut people up?

If that's the case.

As the president of the Akiyama Group, he must have a lot of money and resources at his disposal.

This is a great opportunity to make a killing.

"Shirakawa-kun, isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?" President Akiyama said with a smile.

"Making a mountain out of a molehill, why don't you come to my house and ask Officer Miike?" Shirakawa said, bluffing.

"Your family, Officer Miike, what do you mean?" President Akiyama asked, puzzled.

To put it bluntly, he came here to test Shirakawa's true strength and weaknesses.

Even though he thought that the high school student Shirakawa would not have thought that the recording would leave evidence of Yayoi threatening him.

But he also had to come in person to put his mind at ease.

Although Qiushan Group is called a group, it actually consists of only a few companies and is far from having the power to control everything.

If Yayoi Akiyama's "criminal" behavior were exposed by someone, it would be widely reported in various media outlets.

Other competitors will certainly swarm in and use public opinion to completely suppress the Akiyama Group.

This is also why President Akiyama strictly disciplined Yayoi Akiyama and came to apologize.

Play however you want! Spend money however you like, but once you're exposed to those pills, things change completely.

Shirakawa searched for chat history on LINE and showed the Akiyama father and son the chat he had with Miike Naeko at karaoke the day before yesterday.

“Miike Naeko could be considered my girlfriend,” Shirakawa explained.

"She must have a lot of evidence against Yayoi, right? You don't want Yayoi..."

"Shirakawa-kun, feel free to name your conditions, as long as they don't affect Yayoi's future..." President Akiyama, seeing how cunning this high school student was and how he was trying to trick him, decided not to hold back anymore.

“Father…” Yayoi was clearly dissatisfied.

He also wondered why Sakura and Maki both liked him, but he was also connected with Miike Naeko.

"Shut up!" President Akiyama's face was full of anger, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes blazing.

If it weren't for you, why would I, the club president, have to grovel before a high school student?

President Akiyama was extremely unhappy, but for now he could only swallow his anger.

"I have three conditions."

"Go on, go on," President Akiyama said to Shirakawa with a "kind" smile.

"First, help me find a school uniform from Chenghuang High School."

"Sure, sure,"

As expected of a child, they easily obtained such a small amount of money.

"Second, help me get the ID card for the Nagasaki Club."

Upon hearing the name Nagasaki Club, Yayoi Akiyama frowned.

Those places are underground venues where politicians use their mistresses to seduce female students and exchange resources and money.

How did this high school student find out?

He really is something else...

"What, you can't do it anymore?"

"Ah, applying for an ID card at the Nagasaki Club requires detailed personal information and proof of assets. How about an invitation letter? It's similar to an ID card and can be used repeatedly," President Akiyama said reluctantly.

"Okay, one last condition: I want 1000 million in cash."

Shirakawa had just thought about that number too.

The day before yesterday, Mei Du Ying and I bought some designer clothes, which cost tens of thousands of yuan. 1000 million yuan shouldn't be too much, right?

"Ah, this..." President Akiyama looked troubled.

"Oh, Officer Miike and I are in the throes of new love. I wonder what she'll do for me?"

Yayoi Akiyama was still weighing the pros and cons. Miike Naeko had already been suspended by the director, so how much evidence did she have to expose?

Seeing President Akiyama's expression, Shirakawa knew he had asked for a price that was a bit too high.

But there's no turning back now; we must press on with our momentum.

If you show weakness in front of the president and arouse his suspicion, perhaps none of the previous conditions can be met.

“She’s also made quite a few connections within the Metropolitan Police Department, after all, her position isn’t low.” Shirakawa pressed his advantage.