Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk.

Chapter 51 The Account, I Took It

Akio Uesugi's expression changed instantly.

"what?!"

next second.

A soft clapping sound came from deep within the warehouse:

"Clap clap clap."

It sounded particularly jarring on the rainy night.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He wore a dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore that ever-respectful and ever-appropriate smile.

Koga Plains.

Behind him followed two burly men in black short jackets.

One is tall, and the other is short.

With broad shoulders and a steady gait, he was clearly not an ordinary secretary, but someone who did the dirty work.

Akio Uesugi's face turned pale instantly.

"Koga...how could you..."

"Section Chief Uesugi."

Koga Hirano smiled and gave a slight bow, his tone almost polite.

"That's the question I should be asking you."

"The accounting section chief, who is on sick leave, came to the old warehouse in Dojima in this weather to meet people, and even brought things he shouldn't have brought out. If the executive director finds out, he will be very sad."

When he said the word "heartbroken," his tone even carried a hint of regret.

But beneath that regret lies something cold and hard.

Kiryu Yaya looked at him without saying a word.

Koga Hirano also turned his gaze to Kiryu Yaya, his eyes lingering on the black umbrella for a moment, his smile deepening slightly.

"Mr. Kiryu, it's really rude of us to meet in a place like this for the first time."

"But I didn't expect it would be you who came."

Akio Uesugi suddenly turned to look at Yaya Kiryu, his face showing even greater fear.

"They knew all along?!"

"Do not."

Koga Hirano slowly adjusted his cuffs.

"To be precise, I've been waiting all along."

“Section Chief Uesugi has been too restless lately. Even though he’s on sick leave, he’s still secretly inquiring about old information about Rokko. I was wondering who you were planning to give that to.”

He raised his eyes and smiled gently:

"So today, I arrived a little earlier than you."

“I’ve been here since you stepped into this warehouse.”

"The executive director didn't come in person. After all, such a trivial matter isn't worth bothering him."

"My task only has two parts."

Koga Hirano's gaze fell on the two account books on the table.

"Destroy both sets of accounts."

"Let's also see who dares to accept this."

The words fell.

The two bodyguards, one on the left and one on the right, slowly blocked the side door of the warehouse and the passage behind it.

Akio Uesugi's lips turned white.

"Koga! Are you crazy? If what's inside gets out..."

"That's why Section Chief Uesugi shouldn't have been brought out at all."

Koga Hirano sighed softly, as if he genuinely felt sorry for the other person.

"You've worked at the company for so many years, how come you've suddenly forgotten the rules?"

The wind was blowing in through the broken window.

The rain grew heavier.

The metal roof of the warehouse was being pounded with a loud bang, as if a thousand troops were pressing in from all directions.

Kiryu Yaya stood by the wooden table, with Uesugi Akio, who was pale-faced, on his left. In front of him were two ledgers, and in front of him were Koga Hirano and two bodyguards.

He slowly raised his hand.

The tip of the black umbrella is off the ground.

The umbrella lay horizontally in front of him, like a long sword that had just been drawn from its sheath.

Koga Hirano narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Kiryu."

"You're not planning to take these two ledgers out of town for Miss Miyazawa, are you?"

Kiryu Yaya raised his eyes, his voice calm.

Whether you can take it out or not, you'll only know after trying.

The smile on Koga Hirano's face gradually faded away.

Outside, the rain was pouring down.

Inside the door, murderous intent was palpable.

This abandoned old warehouse on Dojima suddenly had an atmosphere that was less like Osaka and more like the atmosphere of the martial arts world.

A storm is brewing tonight.

And the sword was already humming softly in its sheath.

The moment Koga Hirano finished speaking, the air in the warehouse seemed to tighten abruptly.

The sound of rain pounding on the tin roof.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It sounds like war drums, and also like shouts.

Two bodyguards approached from the left and right, without exchanging any words or making any bluffing.

The more silent they are, the more it shows that they are not just street thugs who intimidate people, but rather people who actually help others solve their "trouble".

The taller one goes first.

He took a step forward, leaned his shoulder forward, and reached directly for the two ledgers on the table with his right hand.

The action is fast.

But in Kiryu Yaya's eyes, it wasn't fast enough.

He only took half a step forward.

The black umbrella was raised horizontally, and the tip of the umbrella flicked.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Before the umbrella ribs opened, the tip of the umbrella, like a spearhead, precisely struck the most vulnerable tendon on the opponent's wrist.

The tall bodyguard grunted and instantly loosened his grip.

Before he could react, Kiryu Yaya twisted his wrist, and the entire black umbrella flipped up, its body slamming into his chest from below.

boom!

That was nothing fancy.

Only speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness matter.

The tall bodyguard felt as if he had been hit by a dull thud; the breath in his chest was instantly dispelled, and he staggered back three steps, his lower back slamming into a wooden crate, which overturned a piece of old pallet with a crash.

For the first time, the smile on Koga Hirano's face froze.

"What?"

Before he could finish speaking, the second bodyguard pounced on him.

The short, stocky guy was clearly more cautious than his companion; instead of trying to steal the ledger, he went straight for Kiryu Yaya himself.

He pulled his right hand out of his coat, revealing a short black baton. With a flick of his wrist, the baton snapped open, whistling as it swept across Kiryu Yaya's cheek.