Poor magical girls, work for me!

hum…

Yoshio Inoue's cell phone buzzed in his pocket.

He numbly picked up his phone...

What they heard instead was a furious roar!

"Inoue Yoshio! You bastard!! I told you to clean up your mess. Your wife's 300-page accusation was delivered to the Special Investigation Headquarters overnight, and all the leaders and colleagues related to you are in a meeting right now. The meeting just ended, and the decision on your punishment has been made. No one can protect you. Even if you bow and scrape 100 times, it won't solve this!"

The phone was ringing loudly; even Ryosuke Miyagi could hear it.

"What? Bowing and bending over 100 times and apologizing is still useless? As expected, the materials in the whistleblower letter are very substantial."

It's important to understand that even nuclear contamination can be resolved simply by a group of people bowing and apologizing.

The situation has become so serious that the other party has no choice but to pay a price; that's how ruthless your spouse can be!

You're finished...

These three words buzzed in Yoshio Inoue's mind.

"How is that possible?"

How did he end up like this...?

wrong!

A letter of complaint?

wife?

and many more! !

Yoshio Inoue hurriedly hung up the phone and began trying to call his wife.

He wanted to know the answer!

"The number you dialed is currently busy..."

My trembling fingers pressed the hang-up button, then clicked the glaring "wife" button again!

Please dial again!

"The number you dialed is currently switched off..."

Two different voices pulled Yoshio Inoue back to reality…

A bone-chilling cold instantly surged from the soles of my feet to my forehead…

The government's stimulus spending turned into regret in an instant.

Yoshio Inoue recalled the things he had done, and he would tell his partner about the joy of his work without reservation, as if they were all funny stories.

He never dreamed that those words would be turned into one report after another and sent to the Special Investigation Headquarters!

Within the headquarters, which is riddled with factions.

Everyone is looking for opportunities; a piece of material might not cost me or him his life.

However, if this material becomes a tool for others to exploit, he will be utterly doomed...

And now he's finished...

How could that be...?

Ryosuke Miyagi stood up and walked to Yoshio Inoue's side.

He crouched down and looked at the distraught Inoue Yoshio in front of him.

At this moment, everyone in the club turned their attention to Yoshio Inoue, who was slumped on the ground, and Ryosuke Miyagi, who was standing in front of him.

"Is it fun?"

Ryosuke Miyagi's voice was very soft, as soft as a greeting between old friends.

But to Yoshio Inoue, it sounded like the whispers of a demon, sending chills down his spine.

"Is it fun?"

Ryosuke Miyagi asked again, squatted down, reached out, and gently patted the fat face covered in oil and cold sweat twice.

Snap, snap.

A crisp sound echoed through the deathly silent club.

"When you stand high above the countermeasures bureau, looking down at that crying girl, giving her 50,000 yen like it's nothing... don't you feel incredibly proud? Super proud of yourself?"

Yoshio Inoue's pupils suddenly contracted!

He recalled that he had just been hugging Fumihiko Fujii and telling him about today's "glorious achievements".

Now, this "glorious record" has become the reason for his fall to rock bottom.

His lips trembled as he tried to beg for mercy, to say it was a misunderstanding, but his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he could only make a hissing sound like a broken bellows.

"You see, fate can be so fair sometimes."

Ryosuke Miyagi casually grabbed a thick stack of banknotes from the table—a full million dollars—and then, just like Yoshio Inoue had thrown an envelope back then, lightly tossed it onto his face.

Splash!

The banknotes scattered, obscuring Yoshio Inoue's face, which was contorted with despair.

"Now, you've experienced it too, haven't you? The feeling of being crushed by a more powerful force without any reason."

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

Inoue Yoshio finally broke down, letting out a mournful wail and lunging forward to grab Miyagi Ryosuke's leg!

"I was wrong! Sir! Mr. Miyagi! Please, please spare me! If you spare me, I'll do whatever you say! I'll give that girl back double... no! Ten times the amount of dough!!"

Bang!

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

The piercing sound of sirens pierced through the thick soundproof wall, followed by a chaotic and hurried sound of footsteps.

"Don't move! Police!!"

"Special Investigation Headquarters! Everyone, cover your heads and crouch down!!"

boom!

The club's doors were violently smashed open, and more than a dozen fully armed special police officers rushed in, their dark gun barrels instantly taking control of the entire area.

Following closely behind were several inspectors dressed in black suits with serious expressions.

The leader looked around and his gaze instantly locked onto Yoshio Inoue, who was slumped in a pile of banknotes.

"Yoshio Inoue! You are hereby formally arrested on multiple charges, including massive embezzlement, trafficking of highly prohibited materials, and abuse of power!"

With a "click," the cold handcuffs locked those hands that had once only ever been good at making money.

"No! I won't leave! I'm innocent! I want to see the chief!!"

Inoue Yoshio struggled desperately, but was pinned to the ground by two special police officers. His cheek was pressed against the Fukuzawa Yukichi on the ground, things he had never owned, and he let out a desperate roar.

Even as he was being dragged away, he kept staring intently at Ryosuke Miyagi, who stood in the crowd like an outsider.

The man was holding a glass of champagne, raising it to him from afar through the chaotic crowd.

"As expected, the report from the married woman carries significant weight; the SWAT officers couldn't wait to storm into the brothel... Could there be other inside information in the report?"

……

The farce came to an end as the supporting character was dragged away.

The inspectors cordoned off the scene and quickly took Yoshio Inoue away.

The entire club fell silent once again.

Ryosuke Miyagi put down his wine glass, straightened his collar, and turned to walk out.

"Young Master Miyagi...!"

Fujii Fumihiko glanced at the remaining tens of millions of dollars on the table, then at the God of Wealth who was about to leave, and hurriedly chased after him.

"You...you're not staying tonight? This money..."

Ryosuke Miyagi didn't stop walking, nor did he even turn around.

"That's a tip for you. Just clean your shoes."

His voice faded into the distance as his figure receded, disappearing into the night of Shinjuku.

"As for people..."

"I'm not interested in things that other people have used."

Fujii Fumihiko froze on the spot, his smile gradually freezing.

……

[Congratulations, host! Hidden achievement completed: "Shrimp and Pig's Heart" (Not only physically eliminating the opponent's social status, but also completely destroying the opponent's faith and dignity)]

[Yoshio Inoue's current state: Social death, life imprisonment, alienated from all sides. Pain level: MAX]

[Bonus Reward: Internal Reputation (Fear) within the Countermeasures Bureau +500 (No one will dare to underestimate you again, and no one will dare to covet your spoils; after all, they don't want to become like Inoue Yoshio).]

[Narrator's comment: Refreshing! Absolutely refreshing! Watching that old bastard get dragged away like a dead dog was more satisfying than drinking ten bottles of ice-cold cola! I must say, he's truly gifted at destroying people… Remember that married woman's phone call? You played a crucial role in Inoue Yoshio's downfall. Just one phone call, and a beautiful woman would knock on your apartment door, willing to pay you some special reward!]

[Bonus: Mrs. Inoue's backup number. (When you dial this number, you will receive countless special services.)]

Ryosuke Miyagi stepped out of the brothel, where the air was thick with the stench of the night, and the cold wind swept over him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled all the pent-up frustration in his chest.