madnovel Chapter 56 Father
Chapter 56 Father
Akabane, Kita-ku, Tokyo.
This is a typical old downtown area with a strong Showa era atmosphere. Not only is the cost of living low, but there is also a lot of shady entertainment.
The area was filled with taverns and casinos, and the sex industry was also quite prevalent.
Chaotic, outdated, noisy...
No hope can be seen.
Asuka's biological father lives here.
"Boss, this woman's father is named Asuka Kenjiro."
"However, he changed his name after marrying into the family; his original name is Endo Kenjiro. If we're seeking cooperation, it's more appropriate to use that name."
His subordinate paused for a moment, then added.
"We've heard that the two phrases this old guy most often shouts when he's drunk and causing a ruckus in the tavern are..."
"I will never change my name or surname! And..."
"That bitch and that good-for-nothing both owe me something!"
"So he's probably quite sensitive about his name. Although this guy doesn't deserve your respect at all, I still suggest you pay attention to this detail."
Clearly, the subordinates had already gained a considerable understanding of this Gilgamesh-like arrogant boss.
"Marrying into the family?"
Kuroda Garito spat dismissively.
"What a spineless guy. A real man should manage his family and career perfectly."
"However, to beat his wife to the point of insanity, this old man must be incredibly insecure about his surname, hahaha!"
Although it was meaningless, the subordinate still echoed, "Yes."
"It's said that this guy was nice to his wife at first, but he changed his attitude immediately after her family went bankrupt."
"dross."
Even someone like Kuroda looked down on him.
"A man should stand tall and upright, and remain consistent, just like me!"
"Don't you dare learn from this kind of trash!"
"receive!"
His subordinates responded in unison.
Akabane is located in a relatively remote area, on the border of Tokyo, near Saitama Prefecture.
You can tell right away that it's completely different from Ikebukuro.
The market was a mess, with stalls and even stray dogs running around.
There's a feeling of being forgotten by the city.
"This godforsaken place reeks of cheap liquor!"
Kuroda Karito frowned.
"Yes."
His subordinates drove carefully, making sure their patron didn't step on any trash.
"Most of the people who linger here are old men, poor people, or migrant workers from other places."
Asuka's home is very close to the west exit of Akabane Station. It is an old, dilapidated apartment building, and judging from its style, it is at least forty or fifty years old.
The hallway was dimly lit, the walls were mottled, and there was a sour, rotten smell of pickled vegetables mixed with dust in the air.
It's a miracle that such a beauty as her was born here.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Akira... Mr. Kenjiro Endo, are you home?"
In his pursuit of revenge, Kuroda Karito displayed remarkable patience and meticulousness.
"Knock knock knock".
"Mr. Kenjiro?"
"Stop knocking!"
The door across the hall was kicked open with a bang.
A drunken man carrying a bottle of liquor staggered out.
"That old tortoise, his daughter ran away after he sold her, and he's constantly being robbed by his creditors. He's probably hiding in some tavern again!"
"Oh dear, honey, watch your mouth! The Buddha will be angry."
A woman with a head full of cheap-looking curly hair walked out wearing slippers and a tank top.
"Hehehehe, Bodhisattva?"
"If there really is a Bodhisattva, why doesn't she open her eyes and look at this wretched place!"
"It's all made up to fool us poor folks, hahaha..."
Although the man was rude, he genuinely didn't intend to make a fuss. He pointed to the door across the hall, being straightforward.
"If you really want to catch that old turtle, you'll probably have to wait until very late."
"He won't show his face during the day to avoid his debts."
"So, don't keep banging on and on. Even a Bodhisattva would get annoyed if you kept banging like that."
"Oh dear, honey, don't be disrespectful to the Buddha..."
"Bodhisattva, please atone for your sins, Bodhisattva, please atone for your sins..."
Kuroda thought to himself, "What's so blasphemous about the Buddha? Just a couple of days ago, my people even took some private photos of the Buddha."
But he still raised the 10,000 yen note and turned to his subordinates.
"Who wants to make this money? By camping out for Kenjiro Endo here for me!?"
"Me, I'll do it!"
"Oh dear! You always speak so quickly!"
His subordinates had long since figured it out: this boss didn't care at all about their greed and materialism.
In fact, if your eyes light up at the sight of money, you're more likely to be appreciated.
Kuroda Karito understands his core strengths very well.
Since we have money, we should employ subordinates who are shameless in their pursuit of profit!
If everyone acts aloof and superior, then wouldn't I be missing an arm and have to rely on my personal charm to win you over?
"oh……"
The drunkard who disrespected the Bodhisattva also had his eyes light up when he saw this.
"Boss, me too, I can do it too!"
"Haha, people who like money have a bright future. We'll have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
"This time, it's first come, first served, and someone's already here!"
He is quite principled.
"The rest of you, come with me, let's find a place to eat something and get some rest!"
The drunkard quickly chimed in, "Boss, boss, I know this area well. Do you need a guide?"
They have absolutely no bottom line.
But making money isn't shameful.
Kuroda Karito glanced at him.
"Alright, come along. Find us a good place; we won't treat you badly!"
"Okay, boss, no problem, boss!"
The curly-haired woman nudged his head: "Remember to watch your mouth!"
"rest assured!"
Money can make even a ghost move.
Kuroda Karito's team was surprisingly disciplined.
Knowing that they had something to do next, everyone ate little, didn't drink alcohol, and maintained a high level of alertness and focus.
This guy's temper is so awful, yet he still manages to become the top performer at Sakaki Entertainment, which is quite a formidable strength.
This team, assembled with a huge investment, is incredibly strong; within the bounds of legality, they are practically an industry role model.
If tracking Asuka Hanazawa wasn't a gray-market activity that needed to be outsourced, these problems probably wouldn't have arisen at all.
Of course, if his subordinates weren't so outstanding, he probably wouldn't have been able to indulge his bad habits. In a sense, the two complemented each other.
Finally, my subordinate called.
"Kenjiro Endo is back. I'm following up on it, but there hasn't been any contact yet."
Kuroda Karito immediately perked up.
"Keep an eye on it, we'll be there soon!"
Upon hearing this, the subordinates immediately put down their food and checked their clothes and other details.
Their movements were synchronized and uniform; no one complained or dawdled.
Only one person was left to handle the checkout, while the rest of the team quickly prepared for the operation.
"Boss, boss."
The drunkard wanted to follow and look for an opportunity, but the man who had stayed behind stopped him by raising his hand.
His current responsibility is to eliminate any obstacles that might interfere with the boss's actions.
The familiar surroundings: a patchwork apartment, dust, the smell of pickled vegetables.
"Knock knock knock".
"Mr. Kenjiro Endo, are you home?"
After lingering behind the door for a long time, a hoarse and fierce roar finally came from behind.
"That good-for-nothing ran away, you guys go find her if you dare! Don't come looking for me!"
"I've told you so many times, I don't have a single penny!"
"No money, but if you want your life, come and try, you snot-nosed brats!"
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open, and a disheveled man with bloodshot eyes stood in the doorway.
He held a chipped kitchen knife in his hand, pointing it blankly at the group.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"