Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 221 - 142: I Have a Proposal

Chapter 221: Chapter 142: I Have a Proposal

It seems like things have gotten out of hand.

Fushimi Roku finally realized that socializing and managing are two different matters.

No matter how popular he is, whether he can manage this large group is another issue entirely... Currently, he hasn’t mastered a single management-related skill, and he might end up following in the footsteps of Ishii Takamasa.

With this thought, Fushimi Roku was at his wit’s end. He rushed down the stairs, shouting to calm everyone down, but no one was paying attention to him, as everyone was in a frenzy, searching the factory area for the lone Zeng Wu Masters.

Fushimi Roku could only pull them back one by one, gently soothing their emotions. But ultimately, he was only one person and couldn’t be everywhere at once. Once the crowd grew too large, the social scene would spiral out of control, and even a spirited motivational speech wouldn’t help.

By the time it was almost dark, the believers were exhausted and finally calmed down. Fushimi Roku opened the food storage, and everyone eagerly ate canned and instant foods...because the cook had also been beaten to death, and the factory area was now filled with corpses.

Luckily, it was in the suburbs, so despite the chaos, no one noticed or called the police.

After eating and drinking, the believers sobered up completely. They felt lost about the future and placed all their hopes on Fushimi Roku, hoping he could continue to lead them in practice so that they could also gain the Divine Power to split bullets.

Take Otomachi Hayashi for example, who had always been skeptical about superpowers, but after witnessing Fushimi Roku’s swordsmanship, he became a firm believer, thinking that Mr. Fu Jian had achieved enlightenment through hard practice, which strengthened the spirit and fortified the body.

Before Fushimi Roku could speak, another group of believers raised objections.

They were not interested in the Aum Truth Sect’s rituals and had given up on gaining elusive superpowers through practice; they just wanted to leave this hellhole and return to a normal life.

Previously, they didn’t dare to express the idea of leaving due to fear of the Master and Zeng Wu Master, but now with no obstacles, they naturally planned to each go their separate ways. Like the Horie siblings and Zhao Chunshu, who were never willing participants, they certainly wanted to leave after venting their frustrations.

As soon as the skeptics expressed their opinions, the fanatics slammed the table, saying that it was apostasy and that they must be killed to serve as a sacrifice to Shiva; the skeptics were infuriated, cursing the fanatics for being out of their minds... The inevitable argument began, with several small factions in between expressing their views.

"You are blaspheming Shiva! Have you forgotten the oath you swore when you joined?!"

"That was all forced! Only you idiots believe it! If Heavenly Punishment was real, we would have died long ago!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing, there is still premium wagyu in the warehouse, how about we have a barbecue together..."

"You bastard, why didn’t you say so earlier!"

"All you think about is eating, what matters the most is how we will practice in the future!"

...

The argument got more heated, and just when some were picking up knives and forks, preparing to strike, Fushimi Roku cleared his throat twice to stop the pointless dispute.

"Everyone, the most important thing is not whether to leave or stay."

He looked around, and everyone sat quietly in the cafeteria, waiting for the new Sect Hierarch to speak.

"How should we dispose of the bodies? How should we deal with the families of the deceased? How should we respond to police inquiries? Whether you want to continue practicing or leave here, these things must be handled before we can move forward, right?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.

Seeing that he had finally gained control of the situation, Fushimi Roku let out a sigh of relief, tapping his finger lightly on the table, signaling everyone to look up at him, and added weight to his voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a proposal."

Everyone listened intently, and after Fushimi Roku detailed his plan, the expressions on everyone’s faces became complex.

...

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Inakawa Association, over a hundred younger members gathered in the hall.

They were dressed in matching suits, standing in a neat row, holding their wine glasses. Ishii Takamasa stood facing them with a wine glass in hand, making some customary bold statements before downing the drink in one go in front of everyone.

The younger members also drained their glasses, crashing them against the ground, shouting that they would rescue their boss. Ishii Takamasa praised their spirit, and after the subordinates checked their equipment, they were ready to set off with high spirits.

Yes, they were going to rescue someone.

Over a month ago, Sazaki Gen had planned to pay a ransom, haggling and negotiating back and forth, finally settling on a price of 1.2 million yen. He sent a Young Leader for the transaction, but the other party took the money without letting the hostage go.

Sazaki Gen called to ask what was going on, but the negotiator showed no respect, bluntly demanding another 1.2 million or they would kill the hostage.

Recently, the Inakawa Association indeed needed a break, preferring to settle matters with money whenever possible, so Sazaki Gen reluctantly agreed.

However, he wasn’t a fool, so the second time, he sent four or five Young Leaders with guns, telling them to kidnap the negotiator if the uncle wasn’t there... But the other party still didn’t bring the hostage, and after the Young Leaders brought the negotiator back, the believers devoured everything, even licking the pots clean.

Even if Sazaki Gen could tolerate it, Ishii Takamasa couldn’t take it anymore.

If this continued, the Inakawa Association’s reputation would be completely ruined, making them look like pushovers. Ishii Takamasa felt it was necessary to make an example of someone to regain their prestige and get through this difficult period.

Sazaki Gen couldn’t oppose it, since Ishii Takamasa was the head, and such decisions were his to make.

With morale soaring, Ishii Takamasa had just pushed open the main hall doors when he saw a familiar guy standing at the entrance...

Wasn’t this the greasy-haired Criminal Police who often came to mooch?

They didn’t have time to drink with him today, so Ishii Takamasa signaled for his subordinates to send him away.

Two younger members walked up, pinning Watanabe Shun’s shoulders on either side, indicating that they had urgent business today and the company would be closed for the day, not accepting guests.

"You disrespectful brats! Look down on me, do you? Hey, hey, hey, how come you close up as soon as I arrive?" Watanabe Shun elongated his face, revealing his seal-like teeth, looking every bit the thug.

Seeing this, the younger members decided to give him a good beating to raise their spirits and ensure success on this mission. They were in high spirits; assaulting a police officer was nothing to them—locked up or not, they’d be fine; coming out, they’d still be proud men.

At this moment, Minamoto Tamako’s hair tuft suddenly appeared from behind him.

Sazaki Gen held back the younger members about to make a move, gesturing as if to say "hold your noise, little piglet," with a meme-like expression. He forced a smile and asked Miss Tamako if she needed anything.

"Um, I heard you have a service for finding people..."

Minamoto Tamako was a bit nervous, unsure if what she was doing constituted a monetary transaction with the mafia. But considering Fushimi Roku’s safety, she bravely said, "So, I want to hire you to help find someone..."

"Who?" Sazaki Gen asked.

Minamoto Tamako pulled out an employment ID photo of Fushimi Roku from her pocket and handed it over, saying, "It’s him, named Fushimi Roku, like me, he’s a Criminal Police at the Feng Island Police Station. I heard he recently joined the Aum Truth Sect, and we’ve been asking around but can’t find the sect’s address... With just this information, can you find him?"

Sazaki Gen sat in his wheelchair, leaning forward, and together with Ishii Takamasa, they bent over and took a look at the photo, then exchanged glances.

"Do you know him?" Minamoto Tamako finally sensed something was off.

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