There’s a two-thirds chance Fushimi Roku will draw the joker card, and the situation is quite likely to reverse again.
However, Fushimi Roku reached out, slid his thumb over the cards, and casually drew the 8 from Sazaki Gen’s hand, completing four sevens and three eights, playing them all at once, and clearing his hand.
Sazaki Gen was left dumbfounded.
This time it was his turn to ask the question: "How did you do it?"
Fushimi Roku mocked as he took the envelope, sniffed it by his nose, and said in a sinister tone:
"Ah, so this is the taste of victory! Should I frame this envelope? Maybe hang it in the living room! Whenever Mr. Sazaki visits, he’ll see the trophy on the wall... oh sorry, I forgot, you can’t see things, what a pity."
Sazaki Gen was mentally prepared, knowing Fushimi Roku would definitely kick him when he’s down upon winning, but hearing it made it different. He pursed his lips, tossed the cards on the table, and retorted: "So what if you won? Yamaguchi Group’s debt collectors are probably already at Sugamo Apartment, right? How are you going to explain this to Miss Tamako?"
Fushimi Roku was waiting for this statement and laughed: "Do you think I don’t know Yamaguchi Group would follow the debtors? Every night, I drink with Watanabe Shun and only go home after the tails leave!"
Sazaki Gen knew who Watanabe Shun was, he had a deep impression of that idiot criminal police, he was the one who shaved Watanabe Shun’s pompadour: "Isn’t it unethical for you to do this? Plus, you can only hide for a while, not forever..."
"Nonsense, how is it unethical?"
Fushimi Roku frowned, claiming that the money for drinking was all provided by him, and that this money was borrowed from Yamaguchi Group, rounding it off means Watanabe Shun borrowed the loan, he just passed it around.
Moreover, he doesn’t have to hide forever.
High-interest loans are not protected by law, he used a false identity not because he’s afraid of Yamaguchi Group coming after him, but because he’s worried Yamaguchi Group wouldn’t approve the loan.
To note, he is currently a criminal police.
Fushimi Roku could think of a hundred ways not to repay the money, the refined approach is legal proceedings, he could take the loan company to court himself and have a 99% chance of winning;
The more aggressive approach is even better, he’d call some team members to take down the loan company, making a little extra on the side!
If someone above asked him why he borrowed a high-interest loan, he’d say he was undercover, collecting evidence of illegal lending from financial companies... commonly known as sting operation.
Ordinary police wouldn’t dare to play , but Fushimi Roku can, because he isn’t afraid of death.
Sazaki Gen’s wishful thinking fell through, quite helplessly leaning on his wheelchair and sighing. It was then that he realized Fushimi Roku wasn’t fit for serious business, even forcibly pulling him into the team may not yield any good result.
This guy is only fit to stir up trouble.
Seeing Sazaki Gen’s ’why is heaven so unjust to me’ look, Fushimi Roku felt he might have gone a bit too far.
If Sazaki Gen wasn’t lying, the Black Card in his hand is worth 6.2 million, Sazaki Gen lost it so lightly, making it a blood loss.
If it were in a casino, Sazaki Gen would probably be waving an axe and chopping people.
"Why don’t you work with me?" Fushimi Roku proposed.
"Hmm?" Sazaki Gen raised his head, dug his earwax: "Work with you? What are you planning to do?"
"Aren’t you an undercover? I see Ishii Takamasa doesn’t want to be the chairman either, why don’t you guys just disband on the spot? Then you’ll be the police chief, Ishii Takamasa goes to police school, you brothers can actually work proper jobs..."
As he spoke, Fushimi Roku’s tone became more enticing: "Don’t you want to lie in your office and slack off? To be honest, my days of slacking are quite enjoyable now, only needing to work for 5 minutes each day, the rest of the time I spend reading comics..."
Sazaki Gen thought this guy must definitely be sick in the head, yet he strangely felt a bit tempted, couldn’t help but ask: "Five minutes a day... what mainly is the job?"
"Supervising juniors to do the work." Fushimi Roku shamelessly replied.
Sazaki Gen was speechless for a moment, then confirmed: "So the so-called ’work with you’ is just slacking off together, right?"
"...Thanks for your kindness, but I’ve got other brothers under me needing to eat." Sazaki Gen knew this talk was just for show.
Seeing he couldn’t persuade him, Fushimi Roku didn’t say much.
He opened the envelope, carefully examined the Black Card, with "Participant" written on the back, and a series of numbers below, overall looking quite minimalist.
"How do you use this admission ticket?" he asked.
"Call the number on it, the agent will ask you to go to a designated place, there will be a specialist to pick you up." Sazaki Gen replied.
"Can you come back once you go?" Fushimi Roku asked casually.
"No idea." Sazaki Gen said.
"Only ’Invitation Letter’ comes with pick up and drop off service, ’Admission Ticket’ only picks up but doesn’t drop off. Some people haven’t come back after going to the island."
Sazaki Gen paused, then added: "It’s said only a small part chose to stay on the island voluntarily, most wanted to leave but could not."
"Then why are people still rushing to the island?" Fushimi Roku waved the card: "Just this junk, fetching over six million... there can’t be one piece on the island?"
Sazaki Gen didn’t understand it fully, but could vaguely guess the meaning, and further explained: "Wasn’t it said earlier? In the New World, any wish can be fulfilled... outsiders just need to pass the ’Trial’, then they can make a wish to the Sect Hierarch, so this card is accurately the ’Trial’s admission ticket’."
Fushimi Roku caught the key point: "Any wish can be granted?"
"That’s what they say." Sazaki Gen nodded.
"What if I wished for everyone in the world never to defecate?" Fushimi Roku asked: "Can that be granted too?"
"...I don’t know." Sazaki Gen couldn’t help but retort: "And shouldn’t no one be wishing for something like that?"
"Who said so? That’s because you don’t know the wonders of PY! Also, if a pretty girl never defecates, she’s evolved to a perfect being..."
"Alright alright, if there’s nothing else, could you please leave." Sazaki Gen didn’t want to chat more, he felt his brain was getting polluted.
"One last question," Fushimi Roku stood up, holding his briefcase, asked: "Why didn’t you think of going to the island yourself? If any wish could be made, your eyes, body, Inakawa Association’s financial state, wouldn’t they all be resolved?"
"Trials are fatal." Sazaki Gen shrugged: "Besides, I’m not interested in shortcuts."
Fushimi Roku ’hmphed,’ left with his trophy.
On his way home, he pondered how to trick Minamoto Tamako, racking his brains for a reason to take a long vacation—for the sake of his health, he had to visit the island.