🌻Chapter 39

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Gulf entered the main office of Heart Sytem, a trustee corporation that sold food to factories and hospitals. A family-run business. Heart System had managed to keep ahead of the competition for years. Now they were going under because of bad management.

When Gulf asked where he could find the manager, they gave him the address of a shabby hotel in a back street.

He went there to talk with the man and learned that Heart System's real estate, used as collateral on the loan, had already been sold to the Seishoukai. The manager trembled with fear as he told Gulf about the sale. There was clearly nothing more Gulf could get out of this poor man. The only option left was to speak to the Seishoukai.

The Seishoukai.

Gulf sighed.

It was a powerful regional gang, even tougher than the Kantou Hinodegumi or the Kantou Asahigumi. The Seishoukai was primarily based in Kansai, but it had stretched its tentacles into Kantou as well.

Yakuza.

Things were getting out of hand. No way could an ex-Yakuza get respect from someone still on the inside. The chances of him getting his point across looked very slim indeed.

To make things worse, Gulf had never been on good terms with the Seishoukai. He had always been at odds with AA, the president of the Seishoukai Tokyo Branch. For some reason, AA was always hostile to Gulf.

Why?

Gulf never knew why AA hated him so much. AA had been in Kantou when he was young, then later moved to Kansai. Gulf couldn't remember what, if anything, had happened between them, but there must have been something.

Gulf got out of the taxi and smoked a cigarette to calm his nerves.

The building itself looked ordinary. You would never guess that it was the Seishoukai's office from the exterior. But if you actually stepped inside, you'd soon see that the place was just crawling with Yakuza. If anything bad happened, Gulf would never escape.

This is not good.

There was no way he could walk into their office, threaten them for money, and walk out with it in his hands.

But I have to talk to them.

If Gulf couldn't get the three hundred million, Mew would be gravely disappointed in him. He wanted to show those excutives---and prove to Mew---that he could do something important.

No fancy British-made suit could cover up the vicious expression on Gulf's face. People passing on the street nervously skirted around him.

Well. Let's do this.

TBC

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