When there is nothing worth remembering in life, looking back always makes it feel like this time has disappeared without a trace.

Several days have passed since the incident of Nakago Kento, and Yuexikong has returned to a calm routine.

I hide at home every day and paint, occasionally I go to school for a day when I'm bored, and then I go to the art department when I'm interested.

As for Nakato Kento, naturally he never came to trouble him again, let alone trouble him, and he didn't even look for him once.

I even heard that one of his younger brothers, in order to curry favor with Nakato Kento, proposed to beat Yuexikong well, but it turned out that he himself was beaten up by Nakato Kento.

Nakago Kento's inexplicable attitude disappointed many students who were waiting to see the excitement, and at the same time became more curious about Yuexikong.

At first, he was not punished by the school for skipping classes crazily, but now even the legendary Nakago Kento with a extreme background did not dare to provoke him.

This not only confirmed the rumors of Yuexikong's privileges, but also made more people curious about what kind of identity he had, and various speculations and promises emerged one after another.

Of course, Yuexikong naturally doesn't care about this.

All of his energy is reserved for 'Nakago Kento', controlling his idea of guiding Nakago's group, and letting things develop step by step towards the script he has written......

......

Late at night, Tokyo Bay, Koto Ward, an abandoned wharf.

The dock has been abandoned for some years, and even the last guard of the dock has retired two years ago.

The management of the dock couldn't find anyone willing to work in this hellish place, so they had no choice but to give up even the minimum maintenance work, leaving the dock completely abandoned.

Originally, a few solar street lamps along the pier had already stopped working due to various malfunctions, and at night it became like a ghost, and the sparkling glow of the moonlight on the lake was probably the only source of light here, except for the occasional steamer passing by this sea.

The people who used to rely on the dock for their livelihood also left with the abandonment of the dock, and to this day, there are no lights in sight, and the area is empty for miles.

No one would want to come to such a place, except for one kind of people—

People who do unseemly things.

A high beam shone in the distance, illuminating the night.

The bats are flying, and the dense density is like a rotten net in the sky.

A blue-gray van turned left and right to the dock while playing music through its horn.

"Squeak——!

With a screeching sound of tires grinding on the ground, the van stopped, and two men in suits opened the door and walked down.

"Yikes! This place is really scary, and I wouldn't want to come if it weren't for the covert killing. ”

"Shut up, Yokoyama, who would want to come to this kind of shitty place, it's not because we have the least qualifications, I hope to come a few newcomers soon, so that you can throw all these disgusting jobs to them."

The tall man interrupted the short man by complaining, and he walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk.

"Don't say it, come and help, I'll go to the film and television company after finishing this early."

The short man also took something from the trunk, he looked at the tall man, and asked curiously:

"What? You were chosen to be an actor? ”

The tall man looked at the short man's yearning look, and couldn't help laughing: "This is also a special benefit of our profession, and getting new goods can always make us the first in the group to try it." ”

The short man was envious: "It's so good, I don't know when I will be able to go." ”

"This kind of thing is always indispensable, but it's hard to say what kind of goods it will be when it's your turn, I've seen the photos, but I'm smart, I heard that I'm still in high school."

"Damn, I want to try it too!"

"Then work hard to climb up, it's not like you want to be a cadre when you become a cadre, if you can mix it into a head, then you won't be able to look at these goods at all, and some of the more advanced goods are, do you see that the head of our group has made a film with us?"

Speaking of this, the tall man couldn't help but have an envious look.

The short man sighed when he heard this: "If the head, if the head is still forgotten, I will be satisfied if I can mix into a cadre, after all, I am not surnamed Caoshang, and the successive heads of the grass bucket group are not the young masters?" Just wait for the team leader to abdicate and then succeed to the throne, if you don't have the surname grass, you can't be the head of the grass bucket group. ”

"That's right, it's good if you think about it, speaking of which, have you heard of the young master of the Zhongxiang group recently?"

"Oh, you mean the same Zhongxiang group that belongs to the same group as our grass bucket group? I've heard a few of this, and I've heard that their young master has been borrowing alcohol to kill his sorrows recently because the woman he likes doesn't like him? This matter is about to spread all over Tokyo Gokudo. ”

"Yes, this kind of waste, there is still a face to claim to be extreme, isn't it just that the woman you like is snatched away, just like a girl, what kind of love game to play. I was also drunk all day because of this kind of thing, and I heard that I was drunk unconscious, and now the Nakago Group has become the laughing stock of the entire Tokyo Gokudo. ”

"But people's lives are good, his surname is Zhongxiang, as long as his father can still live below, who dares to say that he is the young master? It's not like just waiting to inherit the Zhongxiang group. ”

"That's not necessarily, Zhongxiang Dazhi is already old, I heard that it is a little difficult to suppress the young Zhuang faction below, originally Zhongxiang Jiandou and other adults should be the head of the Zhongxiang group, but I heard that now because of the strong opposition within the Zhongxiang group, this matter has been put on hold."

"Oh roar! So the young master of the Zhongxiang group is going to be finished? ”

"That's not necessarily, after all, Nakago Daishi's old thing is still alive, although he is old, but no one will doubt that he is not ruthless enough. But it's hard to be sure.,I've heard that even the president of the resident association above has personally sent someone to question Nakato Dazhi.。 ”

"That's good news for us in the grass bucket group, right? If the Zhongxiang Group is finished, maybe we will be able to occupy more territory, and at that time, we will definitely recruit more people, and we will become seniors! ”

"What? Can't wait to squeeze new people now? ”

"Don't you want to? The troublesome work is handed over to the newcomers, and I can't wait for the days when the seniors have priority for benefits! ”

While chatting, the two skillfully found a place to hang the light bulb, and then connected the small power box.

In the blink of an eye, the area of the dock was bright.

"Yokoyama, you go find an oil drum, and I'll carry him over."

"Is there a shortage of oil drums in this kind of place? It's useless everywhere, just find one. The short man pursed his lips and looked around.

Sure enough, the dock was full of oil drums, good, bad, vertical, lying... These are all left over from the other Extreme Dao when they were dealing with 'cargo' here.

He walked over and brought over a decent oil drum.

The tall man on the other side also got out of the back seat of the van with a large snakeskin bag, and the contents of the bag were still struggling.

He threw the snakeskin bag directly into the oil drum and untied the rope from the mouth.

A middle-aged man who was firmly tied up and whose mouth was still gagged with a towel in his mouth popped up.

"Uh-hmm-"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened as he looked at the two of them and said something, but the towel in his mouth made it impossible for him to speak.

The tall man stepped forward and ripped the towel from his mouth.

The middle-aged man took a few breaths of breath hard, and then he eased up, and he looked at the two members of the Extreme Dao Organization, wanting to cry without tears.

"Please, let me go! I'll pay you back! If you let me go, I'll sell my house and pay you back when I go back!" ”

The sweat on the middle-aged man's face, coupled with the middle-aged fat face, made him look extremely greasy.

The tall man wanted to slap him, but after looking at the oil on his face, he gave up in disgust, he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it in his face.

"Huh? Pay back? Do you know how much you owe? How much can your broken house sell for? ”

The face was smashed by a stone, but the middle-aged man didn't dare to have the slightest face, and when he saw that there seemed to be a possibility of repaying the money, his face was full of surprise.

"If you can pay it back, you can pay it back! My house in Adachi Ward can be sold for 30 million yen, and I will borrow some money from relatives and my wife's house......"

"30 million is too little, right? Do you know how much you owe now? 60 million! Can you borrow it? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the tall man interrupted him, looking at his greasy face full of disbelief, and even more banter.

"How is that possible? How can there be 60 million?! I only borrowed a total of 20 million, and you only gave me 15 million! Did you miscalculate? The middle-aged man shouted in disbelief.

The tall man took a puff of his cigarette, glanced at him, lifted his leg and kicked him in the face.

"Do you know what a high loan is? Don't know how to borrow it? Borrowing dubo? Look for dead things! ”

The leather shoes kicked his face, leaving a shoe print and even the middle-aged man's nose was kicked and bent, and the nosebleed couldn't be stopped, but he didn't care about it at all.

He looked at the tall man in disbelief, unable to believe what he had heard.

"60 million?"

60 million? What did he pay back?

"What? Not yet? ”

The tall man looked at him and asked playfully, and the middle-aged man gave him a bitter smile back.

The answer is obvious.

At this time, the short man walked up with his mobile phone and walked up to him with a smile.

"We've got a way to help you pay it back, and you don't even have to sell your house."

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at him, it was his mobile phone, but it was snatched from him after these people caught him.

He already vaguely knew what they wanted to say, but there was still a glimmer of expectation in his heart, he looked at the short man, and did not speak, but the meaning of inquiry was already written on his face.

"You look like you have a daughter......

"No way!"

The short man was interrupted as soon as he spoke, and the middle-aged man stared at him with bloodshot eyes as if they were murderous.

"Keiko, she's only 17 years old, no! No matter how old she is, I can't do anything like that! ”

"Oh, really?" The short man's face was indifferent: "If you can't pay back the money and can't accept the way I gave you, then what else can you do?" Pay back for work? I can't afford to pay it back for the rest of my life! I'll send you to Tokyo Bay right now. ”

After saying that, he was about to kick it.

The oil drum containing the middle-aged man was placed on the edge of the dock, and with a slight kick, he was about to say goodbye to the world.

The middle-aged man's eyes were closed, and he heard the sound of the bucket being kicked, and then he felt himself leaning back.

Are you going to die? But he still has so many things to do, and he doesn't want to die! I don't want to die!

He waited desperately to sink into the water, but he didn't.

The tall man grabbed the poured oil drum and looked at the short man with a smile.

"Yokoyama-kun, don't be so anxious, although we have lost tens of millions because Mr. Buchuan has not paid the money, but no matter how you say it, it is also a person, so let him see his family again in the end, maybe he will change his mind."

He looked at the middle-aged man again: "You say yes, Mr. Buchuan, in fact, I think that this kind of decision should first seek the opinions of your wife and daughter." ”

The middle-aged man was still immersed in the joy of escaping death, and when he heard the tall man's words, he couldn't help but hesitate, he knew that they were definitely not happy, but he really didn't want to experience that feeling again.

He said to himself in his heart:

Just one last time to see my family and say goodbye to them, it's okay, I won't promise them anything!

The video call has passed, but the other side has not been connected, and the front camera here has already started to work.

Daichi Fukawa's greasy face appeared on the screen.

Sweating profusely, the greasy skin makes people wonder if they can squeeze out the oil, the fat nose is panting roughly, the thin Mediterranean Sea can't dance even if the sea breeze blows, and he is soaked in sweat and lying on the top of his head softly, like his current appearance.

It's ugly!

Even if the person on the screen is himself, Buchuan Dazhi still can't help but complain in his heart.

But in just over ten days, I have changed from a club member working in the club to this? It's even more exaggerated than plastic surgery.

He looked at the screen of his mobile phone with the words 'Requesting a call' with trepidation, and his heart was extremely complicated.

I hope that I can't get through, but I also hope that I can get through, I hope that my wife will pick up the call, and I hope that my wife will never get through.

He glanced at the tall man with his phone, and finally lowered his head.

Yes, I can't hang up when the phone is in someone else's hand.

Not to mention that my hands are still tied, what can I do?

I can't be blamed for that......

After narrowly escaping death just now, the only courage he had left had been exhausted.

"Hey, Moximoxi?"

The mobile phone was connected, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears, but Buchuan Dazhi didn't dare to look up.

The two poles looked at the well-maintained woman on the screen and couldn't help but smile.

"Hello Mrs. Buchuan, please let us introduce ourselves, we are friends of your husband......"

As he spoke, the tall man looked at the phone screen.

Suddenly, he noticed that something seemed to flash through the small window on the screen, which was also the picture on their side.

The tall man hurriedly turned around, but saw nothing.

Illusion?

After scanning it a few more times to make sure that there was really nothing else, he put aside his suspicions and looked back at Mrs. Buchuan on the screen.