Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

Boom—!!

The front of the car smashed through the wooden guardrail by the roadside, the entire vehicle was lifted into the air, and then crashed heavily into the soft field. Driven by inertia, it slid forward for more than ten meters, ran over the rice, and finally the hood deformed and started smoking, and the engine came to a complete stop.

The fields were deathly silent. The car lights were off, leaving only the hissing sound from under the hood and the two men's heavy breathing.

Yuan Zhensheng still had energy left. He was in the driver's seat, and at the critical moment, the airbag cushioned his fall, reducing a lot of the impact.

"Well……"

He struggled to kick open the driver's door, then collapsed onto the field, his whole body burning with pain, some parts of which were even numb.

In the passenger seat, Kenkichi Kuwata's condition was much worse.

The violent impact sent his entire body flying forward, his forehead slamming heavily against the severely dented and deformed dial, leaving his face covered in blood.

The deformed vehicle structure squeezed his legs, trapping him between the seat and the twisted metal, rendering him completely immobile.

"Kill...kill you...I will definitely...skin you...so that you...cannot live...cannot die..." Kuwata Kenkichi cursed hoarsely.

Yuan Zhensheng did not respond. He shakily took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly, and struggled to pull out the last one, putting it in his mouth. He fumbled for the lighter, pressing it several times before finally lighting the cigarette.

There was no wind in the fields, and the grayish-white smoke rose straight up, standing out clearly in the hazy moonlight.

In the distance, the city's halo is blurred, while nearby, there are only endless, inky black rice paddies.

Yuan Zhensheng squinted, waiting for himself to recover and his body to be almost fully healed before he staggered to his feet and looked down in the field for the gun that had fallen.

Kuwata Kenkichi realized his death was imminent, and his attitude gradually changed, from insults to negotiations:

"So, how much did that guy pay you...? I'll give you double..."

"No...not double...five times! The Yamaguchi-gumi...have money! How much do you want...I can afford it!"

He was panting, blood trickling from his forehead into the corner of his eye, his vision a bloodshot red, yet he continued to struggle.

"You...you killed me...you think you can leave Tokyo alive?! The Yamaguchi-gumi...will not let you get away with this! Your family...friends...everyone connected to you...will all pay with their lives!"

"Let me go... I can let you join the mountain construction group... money, status, women... you can have anything you want!"

"If you stop... I, Kenkichi Kuwata... mean what I say! Otherwise... you can expect to be hunted down to death by the entire Japanese underworld!"

Yuan Zhensheng remained unmoved and silent, looking down for his gun.

The place is not far from the road, and if the gunshots attract passing vehicles, it will be difficult to deal with the aftermath, so he cannot use a Colt pistol; a knife is also not an option, as he cannot walk back to the city covered in blood.

The only solution is to use a dog that doesn't bark.

And he also had to take the silencer back with him.

At that moment, a static tone came from the mobile phone; the call hadn't ended yet.

"Now you know to beg for mercy?"

On the other end of the phone, Representative Shinomiya's voice rang out calmly, as if everything was under control.

Kenkichi Kuwata was stunned, his face filled with astonishment.

"you……"

Before Kuwata Kenkichi could question him, Representative Shinomiya continued, his voice devoid of emotion: "I gave you a choice, Kuwata-kun... don't waste your energy. This assassin is someone I hired; you can't afford him."

Yuan Zhensheng glanced sideways, wondering to himself, "Who is this guy?"

Kenkichi Kuwata finally understood what Representative Shinomiya meant when he said on the phone, "What happens if you offend me?"

"Wait...wait..."

"I...I'm giving up that land...the land in the port ward...I will withdraw...and hand it over to the Sumiyoshi-kai..."

He coughed violently a few times, blood and froth spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his speech became more fluent:

"But if I die here today... the Yamaguchi-gumi will not let this go! My members will avenge me! Sumiyoshi and I will wage war against everyone involved!"

Representative Shinomiya listened quietly, then scoffed, "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier, Mr. Kuwata? All this fighting and killing over a piece of land has wasted so much time; it's really outrageous."

He paused, his tone becoming even colder:

"I can take your life whenever I want. This matter ends here. I hope you learn your lesson. From now on, please follow my rules."

Kuwata Kenkichi felt incredibly humiliated, but could only grit his teeth and agree: "...Yes."

Representative Shinomiya was smug and felt he had everything under control: "Now give him the phone and let me talk to him."

Kenkichi Kuwata glanced at Masao Hara standing in the field and said, "He can hear you."

Yuan Zhensheng didn't speak. He found his dog, Buxiang, next to a scarecrow.

"Moshi moshi," came the voice of Congressman Shinomiya: "I am the owner of the Telephone Club. The commission is 100 million yen, and 20 million yen was prepaid to the club earlier..."

Kuwata Kenkichi's expression changed. He hadn't expected the other party to only offer 100 million yen... He paid his underlings more than 100 million yen in salary.

Shinomiya Masakazu was very satisfied. He didn't care at all whether Kuwata Kenkichi was alive or dead, and he didn't even expect that the assassin called Night Owl or any other assassin to succeed.

From the very beginning, his goal was not to take Kuwata Kenkichi's life.

One hundred million yen? That amount of money is nothing to him, but it can buy him an excellent excuse and a useful pawn.

If the assassin fails, is arrested, or is killed, it doesn't matter. Instead, it might become material for future attacks against Kenkichi Kuwata or the Yamaguchi-gumi—for example, accusing them of "murdering informants hired by government officials."

If the assassin successfully escapes or even causes chaos, that would be even better, as it would prove the assassin's ability and exacerbate Kenji Kuwata's sense of crisis, forcing him to compromise more quickly.

Regardless of the outcome, Masakazu Shinomiya will be able to maintain control.

But now, the result is better than he expected.

Not only did Kenkichi Kuwata yield and agree to give up the port area, but he also begged for mercy from him personally at the critical moment of life and death.

The assassin seemed to have accomplished his mission—at least he had cornered Kenkichi Kuwata, demonstrating his worth.

A capable, courageous, and relatively clean-cut amateur hitman is exactly the kind of cleaner he needs. The dirty work that the government can't directly handle can be handed over to someone like this in the future.

"I admire you; you did a great job this time."

After saying that, Shinomiya Masakazu leaned against the table, took a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, and planned to celebrate alone that night.

With a "pop," he unscrewed the cork, poured the wine, and said into his phone, "That's the end of it. You can stop now."

There was no response from the other end of the receiver, only the buzzing sound of electricity.

Masakazu Shinomiya had a bad feeling. He mumbled "Moshi Moshi" a few times, put his ear close to the receiver, and vaguely heard a soft "snap" sound, like the sound of a rubber band being snapped.

"What happened? Kuwata? Are you still there?" He leaned forward.

A moment later, Masakazu Shinomiya heard his own voice coming from the other end of the phone:

"Prepare the final payment of 80 million yen."

Masakazu Shinomiya flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table, causing the champagne to spill: "I said stop! Didn't you hear me?!"

He was met with only a busy signal.