Naoto Ikeda walked staggeringly on the road, and now he is truly penniless, and he doesn't even have the money to take a bus.

However, he believed that as long as he walked to the dojo where his son lived, he would definitely be taken in.

In fact, he knows his son quite well. He knows the kindness in Shigeru Ikeda's heart. He gets angry when he sees that kindness, because he thinks of a running wife.

For so many years, Naoto Ikeda has always believed that a kind and weak wife will not leave him, no matter how fierce he is, as long as he cries and apologizes after holding his wife, he will definitely be forgiven...

After all, Naoto Ikeda didn't really want to fight, but he was unhappy at the company and he drank too much.

The kind wife will definitely forgive him, after all, after all these years, she has come here.

She ran away from home, something must be wrong.

But it doesn't matter, if his son Shigeru Ikeda can remember the sad woman, then he will definitely not let his down-and-out dad be indifferent.

Naoto Ikeda completely ignored the contradictions in his thinking and ignored the kind woman he just thought his wife was a kind woman.

The son will not let his down-and-coming father alone—with such a firm belief, Naoto Ikeda stubbornly supported himself and walked towards the dojo.

He didn't notice the galloping van, and turned his head when the brakes sounded——

The car looked like it was about to hit him, but in fact it was passing by close at hand. The side door of the car was wide open, and the people inside stretched out the kind of long-pole ropes that resembled the pigs raised by farmers in the Chinese countryside. It was accurate. Tucked Naoto Ikeda's neck.

Before Naoto Ikeda could react, he was dragged into the compartment of the van and quickly knocked out.

The van closed the door and drove away-the car didn't stop the whole time, it only decelerated for a short while.

Kidnapping in the street is as simple as that.

Several passers-by who heard the sound of the sudden brakes looked over, but their sights were properly blocked by the body.

In addition, the location where the kidnapping was carried out happened to be between the two street lights, which was the darkest location on the road, so no one noticed that an uncle was kidnapped just like this.

When Naoto Ikeda opened his eyes, he was already in a building where he didn't know where.

It looks like a factory for slaughtering and processing live pigs.

He struggled hard and tried to move his hands and feet, only to find that he was firmly tied to a stool.

Then he realized that he was covered with water, cold and cold.

Then he noticed the light from the cigarette butt-the entire space was not well lit, so the light and dark cigarette butts were particularly conspicuous.

"No way." The person holding the cigarette **** shook his head. "This condition is so bad that it can't cover his debt."

These people seemed to be speaking Korean, which Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand.

But he keenly remembered that he seemed to have borrowed a lot of money from an underground bank opened by a Korean.

At this time, another sturdy person said: "This skin can't be sold at any price. It's so dry and alcoholic. The color of the organs is probably not healthy. Buyers want healthy red organs."

It was spoken in Korean. Naoto Ikeda couldn't understand what they were saying, but instinctively felt the danger, so he began to beg: "I can pay it back! I have a son! He will definitely pay me back!"

The Chinese characters guarding him slapped him directly, hitting his jaw and dislocating it, and the pain caused Naoto Ikeda to shut up.

"This is an important commodity," said the smoker, "replace his chin."

So the person who had just started using his sturdy hand grabbed Naoto Ikeda's chin and snapped it back to the original position.

Naoto Ikeda dared not speak anymore.

The smoker discussed with the brawny man again in Korean: "It looks like he is going to pay off the debt. He alone is not enough. He just said that his son can pay off the debt. Is this possible?"

"How is it possible, the bottom of Jidao, where is so much money, but his son is very strong and young, so he should be able to sell for a good price."

"Ok……"

The smoker thought for a few seconds, and then asked, "Can it really get back all the money that Ligunli got out? I can't see enough, so grab the sister of the master of the dojo."

"Okay, the boss seems to want to put eye drops on the Kanto United, and it is appropriate to catch the younger sister of the core members. The risk is also less than directly assaulting the Kanto United stronghold.

"In case it is not only a horse stall, but also a barracks, it will become a hot deal."

The big guy paused: "Fuck, we have too few troops. Otherwise, we won't be afraid of fighting directly. When will our colleagues join in?"

"There will be, rest assured."

Although Naoto Ikeda did not understand Korean, he still tried to listen to the conversation between the two people. After all, even if it was Korean, as long as they said the Japanese name, Naoto Ikeda would definitely understand.

This might become a straw for life-saving in the future.

Unexpectedly at this time, the guy who smoked put out the cigarette and came to Ikeda Naoto and asked in Japanese: "You said, I will write a note to your son, saying that you are in our hands, he will call the police or will To save you?"

"He will come to rescue me!" Naoto Ikeda said categorically.

But the other party obviously didn't believe it. After looking at the strong man, the cigarette man told him: "Give him something and dry the water on his body. A cold will further affect the color."

"Yes."

The man who just hit someone nodded.

Then the cigarette man left the slaughter room with the strong man.

At the door, Qiu Dong finished lighting a new cigarette and asked Qi Chengzai: "Tomorrow, we will tie up the sister of the dojo master and send it to the'dog meat shop', and then send a message to Shigeru Ikeda to see if we can Can't lure him here."

"Is it really okay? Isn't this the spare shop location that was finally found?" Qi Chengzai asked.

"After all, it's just a spare. In case it is the police, what you see is just a pile of pork and cold chain equipment for storing and transporting pork, isn't it?"

"It's also ~lightnovelpub.net~ It's not right, this is the dead boss."

"When the Japanese police find clues that can track us down, the day lily will be cold." Qiu Dong finished a long puff of cigarette. "Young girls are more expensive, and they can sell at a good price, so they should almost pay back. Then Ikeda Mao is an added bonus, of course it's good to have it. It doesn't matter.

"In case he calls the police, it can distract the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department. Contact the girl's buyer in advance and get it back and trade immediately."

Qi Chengzai nodded: "Understood."

"Go ahead."

Qiu Dongwan watched Qi Chengzai leave and looked back at the pork that was still waiting to be processed around him.

This small processing plant has been fully taken over by them, because the factory was originally run by a family and there were no external employees, so it would be buried and no one would notice it.

Originally, Qiu Dongwan was worried that the neighbours would come to care about why the family did not show up. For this reason, he prepared a complete set of rhetoric, even the forged legal person change documents were prepared.

However, no one asked at all.

Therefore, Qiu Dongwan can only sigh that the capitalist society is full of indifference among people.

Of course, Japan may be more indifferent than other capitalist societies.

Nothing is more suitable for illegal organizations to hide their society.

After Qiu Dong pressed out the cigarette, he picked a piece of meat steak and walked to the kitchen. No one should care about opening the meat fishery today, after all, Li Zhenghe has already arrived in Osaka.

There is no one in Tokyo who can blame Qiu Dongwan.

It is precisely because of this that Qiu Dongwan did not implement Li Zhenghe's instructions and went to kick the hall upright.

Anyway, as long as the result meets expectations, Li Zhenghe doesn't really care about the process.

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