"Check out of the rental house, Rina Asagawa's mobile phone number cannot be reached. The phone number of Asagawa Ichiro Asagawa obtained from the landlord has also been cancelled, and I still owe me five million yen."

The Xicheng-style gaze, sitting beside the soft chair, flashed.

OK, basically it's certain.

Ichiro Asagawa planned to abscond the debt.

Moreover, before absconding due to the debt, Ichiro Asakawa called to make another eight million yen from the Ishimura manager.

I have only seen Xicheng Style two or three times when I am able to be greedy for this.

But to be honest, Ichiro Asagawa has nothing to do with Nishiki-style.

What he cares more about now is Rina Asagawa.

Nishikishi has called Rina Asagawa several times since the beginning, and it is generally time to reply.

Is the phone snatched by Ichiro Asakawa? Or is it because he is unable to contact others?

Xicheng style shook his head and glanced at the time of the phone:

"It's almost time."

He stood up and began to clean up the information on his desk.

It is basically impossible to find a needle in a haystack in Tokyo by relying on Nishiki-style.

So he went directly to the Tokyo Koji Society headquarters and asked his subordinates to search for the traces of Ichiro Asagawa.

I have to say that Xicheng style only felt like being the villain leader at this time.

At least he doesn't have to do it himself if he wants to find someone.

Just as Xicheng style was thinking, a clear and audible knock came from the door.

"What's up?"

Xicheng style raised his head and the sound was flat.

"Mage Xicheng, the person you asked us to look for has been found."

A respectful voice came from outside the door.

"Take him in, I have something to ask him."

This efficiency is really good. Only an hour later, the people under his command found Ichiro Asakawa.

It seems that the people under my command are all smart people, no wonder they dare to stir up trouble in Tokyo.

Xichengshi sighed in her heart, but there was no expression on the surface.

He stared at the door, his eyes flat and he said nothing.

"Get in."

Accompanied by a stiff tone and a noticeable pushing sound, Asakawa Ichiro staggered open the door and stumbled to stop at the Nishiki-style desk.

Xicheng style looks thoughtfully.

Asakawa Ichiro, a little shrewd philanthropist, looks not in good condition.

His face was covered in sweat, his hair and his face were sticky, and his head was swollen, and his eyes were filled with panic and astonishment, as if he had no idea what was going on.

Bastard! What the hell happened?!

Asakawa Ichiro cursed in his heart.

He finally sold Rina Asagawa to repay his gambling debts... and even after repaying the gambling debts, there were still one or two million yen left.

He had already withdrawn from the rental house and planned to escape on the tram, leave Tokyo, and find a place to hide his name.

But he didn't expect that he was just standing by the platform and someone suddenly snatched his handbag full of money away.

In order to grab the handbag, Asakawa Ichiro naturally ran and asked passers-by for help.

But the world is in a cold state, and no one is willing to lend a helping hand to him along the way.

In this way, he followed the robber into an alley...

Then he was smashed behind the head with a hard object, and then he was tied up and stuffed into the van without any resistance.

When I woke up again, I was pushed to this place by a few strange men.

"Damn..."

Asakawa Ichiro muttered, what happened to the people in this world? Seeing that no one was willing to help him, this vulnerable group in need, it was really a world of decline and the world was in a cold state!

And he was kidnapped in the street... Is Japan really a safe country now?

but...

Master Xicheng...?

I always feel that this name is a bit familiar.

Asakawa Ichiro subconsciously raised his head.

Then I saw the young man sitting upright on the office chair.

“Xicheng style!”

Asakawa Ichiro opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide.

He had no idea that he would meet again with West City in this way.

"Mr. Asakawa, you still remember me, which makes me happy. But none of these matters."

Asakawa Ichiro's eyes were watched, Nishikishi stood up suddenly, and then—

Bang!!!

An unimaginable severe pain hit the brain instantly.

Asakawa Ichiro sweated heavily, his face turned red, and his body curled up in pain, laying on the ground in pain and moaned.

He barely opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes were the Xicheng-style eyes wrapped around the dark air.

Silent fear.

In just a moment, he overwhelmed this man who seemed very smart.

His teeth were trembling in fear.

Ichiro Asakawa never believed in something too mysterious like "temperament".

But just looking at the Xicheng style, he felt that he would be beaten to death by the other party in the next moment.

But the West City Style looks calm, as if it didn't do anything big just now.

"Where is Asagawa Rina now? Mr. Asagawa."

The sound of a smooth inquiry in Xicheng style exploded in my ears.

This made Asakawa Ichiro react suddenly.

He stared at Xicheng style and pulled his mouth, and suddenly became excited and laughed:

"Rina...Rina... Are you talking about the bastard who doesn't know who it is?!"

His expression was crazy, his laughter was sharp and harsh, and he sounded extremely resentful:

"That bastard! That bastard whom I don't know who I was born! The burden on me, damn! Damn! Damn - it hurts!"

Asakawa Ichiro cried out in pain and covered his face.

He was completely stunned.

It seemed that I never expected that Xichengshi would raise his hand to hit him at this time.

"answer the questions."

Nishiki Shi didn't care about Ichiro Asagawa's psychological activities, but just said in a calm tone.

Looking at Nishiki-style expression, Ichiro Asagawa could no longer hold it back.

"Don't think I'll submit in this way!!! You want to know where that wild man is, right? I won't tell you!"

The resentment in his eyes was overflowing, his voice was like a curse, hoarse:

"I will never tell you--it hurts!"

The curse-like sound was dispelled, and Ichiro Asagawa wailed, screaming with a bruised face by Nishiki-style fist.

"Don't fight again! If you continue to fight again, I will die! Please don't fight again!"

He cried in despair, full of regret.

Why did I have to pretend just now...?

"I'm sorry! I'll tell you! I'll tell you all! Please don't hit you again!"

"It's too late." Xichengshi looked cold and continued to start without hesitation.

I only realize I regret it now?

It's too late!

Where did you sing a big show? Have you ever thought about this time when you pretend to be tough?
Chapter completed!