The evening breeze was still warm, carrying a hint of salty freshness after brushing past the riverbanks.
Apart from the street girls lingering in the night wind, there were more aimless vagrants and drunkards like Arisugawa Daichi.
Even at night, those haughty Divine Servant Girls refused to rough it out on Shibuya Streets.
"It's late, you shouldn't be standing here anymore. Come home with me."
Arisugawa Daichi hugged his sake, greedily eyeing the scantily clad girl in front of him.
"Cut it, do you have money? Dead drunk," the girl scorned him with a dismissive glance.
Standing around here, who didn't know everyone else?
If these people had money, they'd have gambled it away by now. Why else would they stand on the streets drinking?
A bunch of social scum.
Faced with the girl's blatant contempt, Arisugawa Daichi was annoyed but dared not say much. These street girls shared one thing in common.
Whether willingly or not, they were backed by the underworld.
Arisugawa Daichi didn't dare provoke them.
"Damn it, even prostitutes dare to look down on me."
He muttered, the alcohol in his breath nearly suffocating others. "If I had known Miko wouldn't give me the money, I should have dragged her and her daughter out to make money for me!"
Thinking about the afternoon's events made Arisugawa Daichi infuriatingly annoyed.
Since the last time Haruka Yuzan had taught him a lesson, he hadn't dared to bother Ishihara Yoshiko and her daughter again.
But one night, drunk, he stumbled upon Ishihara Yoshiko returning from work in Shinjuku Ward, and followed her to discover her current residence.
At first, Arisugawa Daichi didn't dare show himself, but eventually, he noticed that the apartment seemed only to house Ishihara Yoshiko and Arisugawa Mai.
His eldest daughter and the boy from that day were not around.
This restlessness stirred Arisugawa Daichi as he eyed his empty wallet, rekindling thoughts that had quieted down.
He lurked in the shadows, considering his timing.
Eventually, the opportunity presented itself when Ishihara Yoshiko was hospitalized, and on that day, debt collectors from the gambling den came looking for him.
If he didn't pay off his debts within a week, Arisugawa Daichi could bid his life as a man goodbye.
"Damn it, everyone dares to bully me!"
Arisugawa Daichi violently kicked a can down the desolate street, and the clanging echoes sent chills down the spine.
"Bakayarou! (Damn it!) Why is everyone against me? Miko, Mai, Hoshina, I'll make you pay!"
His face was grim as he spoke. Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net
Fueled by alcohol, Arisugawa Daichi's eyes turned bloodshot, and at that moment, a van sped out of the night, pulling up beside the road.
Before he could turn to see what was happening, five or six burly men alighted, put a sack over his head, shoved him into the trunk, and the van sped back into the darkness.
The process flowed seamlessly.
The street girls watching couldn't help but gape in shock; a full-grown man, just kidnapped?
They thought to call the police, but then quietly returned their phones to their pockets.
Some debt collectors had power and connections; they didn't want to trouble themselves.
Near Tokyo Bay by the riverside, it was getting cold. The area was seldom visited, especially today, and a van pulled over, directly throwing a sack from the vehicle.
"What, what are you doing? The repayment date is still a week away, still one week. I, I'll definitely give you the money."
Arisugawa Daichi struggled inside the sack, his body overwhelmed with limitless fear.
"I, I can give you money, I have a wife, I have a daughter, they're both beautiful!"
"Spare me, spare me..."
No one listened to him; someone dragged the sack forward until a "plop" rang through the night air—the sound of something heavy hitting the water.
After this was done, the black-clad man remained expressionless, just taking out his mobile to make a call, "Miss, the task you assigned is completed."
The girl's long black hair hung to her waist, her slender waist demonstrated an inexplicable strength, her cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy, a finger resting on the chest of the boy beneath her, a smile uncontrollable on her lips:
"Haruka, Haruka, why did you make me kill that man?"
Haruka Yuzan inhaled sharply, but he kept his thoughts clear enough: "You know Hoshina, right? To help her."
At this, the missus twisted her buttocks discontentedly.