Guide to Part-time Work with Animals in Judaiime Club

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RicBar is the largest underground fighting arena in Yokohama and even the best in Japan. Its operating quota is very high. For its largest upper-level operator, the Port Mafia, they have nearly 10% of their total operating revenue each year. Yu Ric.

Although the contract that Ric signed with the Port Mafia last time is indeed about to expire, as a direct operator, handing over the greatest control to others is not something that Isamu Sakurada alone can decide.

And the Port Mafia will never give up Ric's huge patty.Once Ric is lost, they will lose a large amount of money that can be said to be dizzying compared to previous years.

"It's not something I can decide alone." On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was clearly anxious, but it was also mixed with his real powerlessness.

The corners of RT's mouth drooped, his voice immediately lowered the temperature, and the enthusiasm a few seconds ago dissipated: "As long as you want, you can do it."

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the burly man who was usually feared by others sank, as if showing embarrassment at this moment: "Although I am indeed the direct manager of Ric, can I hand over this store to you?" It's up to others, not me."

Isamu Sakurada's sigh came down the loudspeaker: "You should talk to the leader of Hong Kong/Black on this issue."

After saying this, the blond man ground his teeth.His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, as if he had used too much force, and even a small piece of flesh was twisted between the eyebrows.He took a deep breath, as if holding back a great deal of anger.

"Your wife and daughter are still in my hands." The blond man said quietly.

The man on the other end of the phone returned to calm, and he remained silent.Mr. Sakurada seems to be standing outside at the moment, like a bustling street full of people, the voices of people passing by and the sirens of vehicles speeding past are clearly transmitted here through the mobile phone.

The whole room also returned to silence following Isamu Sakurada's silence. RT clenched his teeth, his face was obviously not very good-looking, he seemed to want to leave immediately and rush to Tokyo, pinching the neck of the man on the other end of the phone .

Sawada Tsunayoshi focused his eyes on the phone screen, and the talk time was increasing little by little.

"Give me a little more time to think about it." Isamu Sakurada said suddenly.

"Okay." RT sneered, "It's been 2 minutes, Isamu Sakurada, I'll give you another chance."

"Call back on time in 3 minutes." He put his hands back into the cloak, as if he wanted to hide himself in the darkness.

His voice was erratic, but the violence hidden in it could be clearly recognized: "I hope you will answer the answer I most want to hear when the time comes."

The phone was hung up.

RT recast his sinister gaze on the other two in the room.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at each other, pursed his lips lightly, and his eyes were full of bewilderment: "You have planned for so long to follow Mr. Sakurada's family members every day to collect information, just for money?"

When he heard the word "money", the blond man couldn't help raising his head slightly, making a very sneering expression.He grinned grimly, as if he had heard some big joke: "You don't even know what is on my shoulders."

"You can't understand, Mr. Sawada." He shook his head slightly.

Osamu Dazai who was standing next to him raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.He tilted his head slightly, with visible disdain in his eyes: "Tell me, what exactly are you shouldering?"

"The port mafia killed our leader." RT's young face tensed up, his expression distorted like a ghost crawling out of hell: "Hong Kong/Black will pay for this."

"Huh? Killed your leader?" After hearing these words, Osamu Dazai slowly showed a rather exaggerated expression on his face. He stared at RT for at least three seconds without saying a word, and suddenly clutched his stomach and let out There was a burst of laughter.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood beside him with his eyes wide open, and RT's expression also froze.

"Let me guess." He laughed for a long time before finally stopping, and there was still an uncontrollable aftertaste in his voice.

"André Gide brought more than [-] people to Yokohama four years ago."

"According to intelligence data, before coming to Yokohama, he led 20 members to attack a fortress where more than [-] enemies were stationed. At that time, nearly [-] people died in that battle." Having said that, the black-haired man lowered his head and smiled in a low voice with unknown meaning.

RT opened his lips, and said slowly: "'A ghost who came back from the dead.'"

He seemed to be very appreciative of Osamu Dazai's speech, and even raised his hands to applaud: "As expected of Dazai, including me and those people outside, they were indeed the ones who were judged to be 'dead' in that battle .”

The dark-haired man with the shadowy face laughed again.

It was as if he heard the stupidest joke in the world, and his voice echoed throughout the room.

"Too bad, RT." His belly twitches from laughing so loudly that he has to bend his back.

"Don't you think that you are still the person who is regarded as the 'patron saint of the country'?" Osamu Dazai straightened his back, and his eyes looking at RT became very deep, as if he was holding a person who could immediately A vortex that devours people.

"The most ridiculous thing is that you think you are avenging your commander, but you don't even know what the other party is thinking."

He raised the corners of his lips but sighed, his expression seemed to be pity, but also mocking: "It's so sad, like a clown."

Osamu Dazai's words seemed to touch the heart of the blond man. He immediately took out another pistol/gun from his waist, and in a fit of rage he directly opened the safety catch, and raised the black muzzle towards Osamu Dazai.

He roared hysterically, "You bastard——"

The phone that Tsunayoshi Sawada had always held in his hand rang at this moment, and the ringtone was still the initial music automatically set by the system.

RT sneered, and lowered the arm holding the pistol/gun, "It seems that Isamu Sakurada is still very punctual."

"Turn on the phone." He ordered to Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Sawada Tsunayoshi frowned slightly, silently touched the screen with his fingertips, and tapped the green button for "Answer".

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Sakurada's rough voice immediately came: "Sawada."

"I'm here." Gangji replied quickly.

"Tokyo's night is a bit cold." A confusing sentence came from the other end.

RT immediately frowned, strode over and snatched the phone from Tsunayoshi Sawada's hand, stuck the phone to his mouth, and cursed: "Don't say such nonsense here!"

"Tell me!" His voice was sharp as if someone was scratching the wall with their fingernails: "Tell me your choice——!"

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was calm: "My choice is—"

"go to hell."

Upon hearing these words, the muscles on RT's face twitched immediately.He gasped angrily, and threw his phone to the ground as if venting his anger.

He nodded knowingly, widened his bloodshot eyes, with a sneer on his face: "Okay, very good."

"It seems that in your eyes, your wife and daughter are only worth so much." He reached into his cloak and took out a square remote control.

It's the controller for the bomb.

He laughed and pressed his thumb on the button of the controller, accompanied by a clear "beep", he opened his eyes and shouted: "Then let them be buried here!"

The expected bang did not appear.

The smile on RT's face gradually stiffened.

He opened his mouth wide in disbelief, and rushed towards the French windows like crazy.He pressed his hands against the glass, wishing he could put his face on it too.

On the top of the blue arena, there is clearly a "cage" that he built with supernatural powers.Inamori Keiko and Inamori Satomi were indeed still in the cage.

However, he saw another young man in pitch black standing beside the prison.The figure seemed to feel that he was being watched, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the window, and raised an arrogant smile towards RT.

"Mr. Sakurada, I'm sorry that something went wrong on the first day you left." Tsunayoshi Sawada was standing in Sakurada's house, holding the phone in one hand and holding Sakurada who looked tired in the other Lian Ye.

"It's okay, I have some ideas about this matter." The man on the other end of the phone said solemnly.

"Find a reliable place to place Lianye first, and then go to Ric according to the clues left by Keiko." Isamu Sakurada's voice seemed a little tired, but still full of strength.

"Okay." Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, obeyed the boss's instruction, and left immediately. "I will also find a way to deal with this matter. In the next process, you must ensure their safety."

"Once I'm sure it's done properly, I'll give you a 'signal'."

"Signal?"

"Yes." Isamu Sakurada was silent for a while, and then said: "Just say 'Tokyo's night is a bit cold'."

After confirming that the bomb was not detonated, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but let out a long breath.

His forehead was already soaked with sweat, just a few seconds before RT was about to detonate the bomb, his heart was beating violently in his chest, as if he wanted to jump out of his throat.

The blond young man raised his head and started roaring madly, and the remote control in his hand fell to the ground.His complexion was pale, like a patient who had been terminally ill for a long time, not at all like the gentle man in suit and leather shoes when Sawada Tsunayoshi first met.

He waved his hands wildly in the air for a moment, and suddenly, as if remembering that he was not alone in this room, he picked up the pistol/gun again, and raised it viciously towards the two of them.

His arms were trembling, his eyeballs were protruding with blood, his gums were trembling, and his voice fluctuated: "Then you two will be buried here with me today—!"

At this moment, a figure flashed through the glass window behind him.

Looking at the face, it should be a young man. He is completely black, with a hat on his head. The only bright color comes from his orange hair.Somehow, his body floated steadily in the air, and a layer of dark red light floated all over his body.

When he looked at the glass, there was a wanton and excited smile on his face.

His lips parted slightly, as if to say something quickly.

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was standing not far away, just captured this moment.

What the man said was—

"Got you."