Chapter 2: I am not like you rats in the gutter

Masayoshi’s father was originally a high-ranking official in the Shogunate, but he was later imprisoned.

The reason for his imprisonment was also absurd: embezzlement.

It was truly bizarre. That was clearly a political contribution—completely legal and reasonable—so how did it become embezzlement?

The old police officer didn't understand these things either. He only knew that Masayoshi’s father was living quite well in "prison." His food, clothing, housing, and transportation were no different from usual, and he even had many police officers acting as his bodyguards.

"Why don't you just apologize?" the old officer suggested to Masayoshi.

Miyamoto Yumi, standing nearby, felt her eyelids twitch. She said to the old officer, "He’s done so many things; is an apology all it takes to let it slide?"

The old officer didn't mind; he simply showed the string of items to Miyamoto Yumi.

Even Miyamoto Yumi felt her scalp tingle in shock.

How could one person manage to get involved in so many things?

She began to understand the old officer; this was indeed very difficult to deal with.

However, "Masayoshi must be educated, otherwise he will definitely commit the same offense again next time," Miyamoto Yumi insisted.

The old officer also felt a headache coming on.

Why are you being so serious? It’s almost time to get off work; just fudge it and be done with it.

It’s not like some heinous crime occurred; it’s just that Young Master Masayoshi just returned to the country and didn't know that you can't just pick up random cars in Japan.

Young Master Masayoshi is still a very kind person; he just wanted to adopt a lost car. What did he do wrong?

But the old officer didn't want to dampen the passion of a hot-blooded young person, so he said, "Yumi, you have a point, but education isn't something that can be completed in a day.

I will slowly help Young Master Masayoshi understand Japanese law. Let's just have him admit his mistake for now."

Miyamoto Yumi frowned, but she felt the old officer was being prudent and that there was no problem with that.

"Sorry, my mistake," Masayoshi apologized perfunctorily.

He wasn't even willing to say five words for the apology.

This attitude was naturally unsatisfactory. The old officer’s eyelids twitched, and sure enough, he saw Miyamoto Yumi slam the table and say angrily

"Is that how you apologize?"

"I already apologized, what else do you want from me?" Masayoshi spread his hands. "If you're still not satisfied, whether you want to throw rocks at me or whatever, do as you please."

Masayoshi looked at Miyamoto Yumi with a rogue's expression.

Watching her anger levels skyrocket, Masayoshi said directly, "Don't go too far! I haven't even settled the score with you for molesting me!"

Old officer:!!?

He hadn't expected Miyamoto Yumi to be that kind of woman.

Although Young Master Masayoshi was indeed very handsome—even he, an old man, couldn't help but praise him—Miyamoto Yumi shouldn't have laid hands on him!

You are a police officer, and Young Master Masayoshi is no ordinary person; this is inappropriate!

"Slap!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Miyamoto Yumi slammed the table and pointed angrily at Masayoshi.

Masayoshi didn't show any weakness and stuck out his backside, saying, "Why don't you go test the fingerprints on my pants and see if yours are on them, Miyamoto Yumi?"

"You..."

"Alright," the old officer interrupted Miyamoto Yumi.

"I am very sorry!" The old officer bowed and apologized to Masayoshi on Miyamoto Yumi's behalf.

Miyamoto Yumi felt extremely aggrieved.

It was clearly that bastard Masayoshi who broke the law, yet the police had to apologize to him?

She wanted to say something more, but was suppressed by a look from the old officer.

She could only shut her mouth unwillingly.

Because there really were her fingerprints on Masayoshi's backside.

Masayoshi was tolerant and kind; he quickly forgave the police for their admission of guilt.

"Do you need us to take you home?" the old officer asked.

"No need, I'll go back myself," Masayoshi said.

Masayoshi was afraid that Miyamoto Yumi would volunteer to take him home and then kick him out halfway.

Smiling as he greeted Miyamoto Yumi, Masayoshi left the police station.

Watching Masayoshi's retreating figure, Miyamoto Yumi gritted her teeth so hard they almost shattered.

You’d better not fall into my hands again, otherwise... otherwise... I don't seem to have any way to deal with you, Miyamoto Yumi thought, feeling stifled.

Unless Masayoshi committed some major crime, there was no way anything could be done to him.

While Miyamoto Yumi was fuming, Masayoshi hummed a little tune and arrived at a bar.

"Give me a juice."

A burly man in black walked over and said with a smile, "You only drink juice when you come to a bar?"

"In Japan, you have to be twenty to touch tobacco and alcohol. Of course, I have to follow the law." Masayoshi took the juice handed to him by the waiter and took a sip.

The taste was a bit poor.

"Hello, I am Karasuma Masayoshi." Masayoshi extended his hand toward the man in black.

"Karasuma?"

This surname represented too much within their organization.

"Heh, Vodka, that guy Cointreau is just spouting nonsense." A blond man walked over, holding a wine glass.

Gin placed his glass on the table and asked, "Has Miyano Akemi been dealt with?"

"Dealt with. She won't appear before you again," Masayoshi said.

"And the money?"

"Deposited in the bank."

Gin looked at Masayoshi with an intrigued expression.

Having just robbed a bank of a sum of money, only to turn around and deposit it back into a bank—if anyone could avoid being traced, it would be Cointreau.

Masayoshi raised his glass and clinked it with Gin's.

"However, Miyano Akemi only managed to rob eight hundred million yen."

Gin frowned. How dared Miyano Akemi deceive him with such a thing? Could it be that you brat embezzled the money?

Noticing Gin's despicable gaze, Masayoshi said disdainfully, "With my net worth, you don't think I'd have my eyes on that money, do you?"

Gin thought about it and realized he was right. Masayoshi's family was one of the financial cliques in Japan, and as an important member of that family, two hundred million yen was nothing to him.

But what Gin didn't know was that one cannot reach a thousand miles without accumulating small steps.

If one didn't care about two hundred million yen, how could one possess such a vast net worth?

Masayoshi handed the bank card to Gin and said, "You can use this card to withdraw the money, but the money laundering process will definitely have some losses; you won't be able to get the full eight hundred million."

"I understand that much," Gin said.

Masayoshi nodded. He had earned a little more money from the organization.

Gin looked at Masayoshi and said, "The Boss has handed the work of killing traitors and undercover agents to you, so I can save a lot of effort."

He still hadn't suspected anything.

He believed the Boss thought his murderous nature was too heavy and worried he would kill off all the organization's people, which was why his responsibilities were divided.

He only thought the Boss felt he was working too hard and found him a laborer.

"No, no, no," Masayoshi said. "My main work is in the 'money' aspect. As for hunting down traitors and undercover agents, or other organizational affairs, don't come to me casually. I might not have the time."

"Oh?"

"I am an employee of a major bank with a bright future, not a rat in the gutter like you lot. How could I engage in such violent and image-damaging work?" Masayoshi said with a nasty tone.