RBCT Chapter 119 The Zhang Family
Chapter 119 The Zhang Family
Chapter 119 Going Home
Kirihara Akira said calmly, "I am never hated by anyone. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who would want to kill me."
"Hmm—don't provoke me, because it really isn't me," Kamio Chou said. "Who Kurokawa works for is a very difficult mystery for me to figure out."
Kirihara Akira appeared nonchalant, but inwardly she was trembling with rage.
He pondered carefully what Kamio Chowa had said.
Although this woman is insane, he has already proven with even more insane behavior that her madness is merely a facade. Madness is not a chaotic mess without logic, but a veiled, ambiguous disguise, a means of deception.
Beneath the madness lies a clear purpose and shrewd calculation.
You can never truly see into a person's heart. Kirihara Akira has seen many cunning people, and the most troublesome of them are those who firmly believe they are right.
The more you feel you are right, the more unfounded your conviction becomes. No matter how many times you do something bad, as long as you shift the blame elsewhere, it's as if nothing ever happened.
Therefore, Kirihara Akira developed a crucial habit.
You can't judge a person by what they say; you have to look at their actions.
Logic can be argued, and language can be sophistry, but actions cannot lie.
This conflict between him and Reizen Chisato might just be another outburst of madness, which isn't important. What's important is what's happening at the warehouse.
Judging from the outcome, a gunfight broke out inside, but he didn't get involved, and Hino Harufumi didn't die either; in the end, only Daimon Naoto fell.
If Kurokawa is Kamio Chou's person, then logically speaking, Kirihara Akira wouldn't be able to find any benefit that Kamio Chou could gain from harming the second young lady, Mori Kiyoha.
It's quite possible that Kurokawa isn't actually one of Kamio Chowa's people.
This matter seems both true and false, making it difficult to draw a conclusion.
Kirihara Akira had a bit of a headache.
Looking at the silent Kirihara Akira, Kamio Chowa smiled and said, "You're so pitiful, caught in the eye of the storm, unable to escape. Do you want me to help you?"
"I'm in the eye of the storm, and you're doing everything you can to save the day, but don't worry about how the storm started..." Kirihara Akira said, "How can I help?"
"Marry me."
"Marry him, and then what?"
"I can guarantee your safety for the rest of your life."
Kirihara Akira curled her lip and said, "Why would I need to ask you for something I can get from the Mori family?"
Upon hearing this, Kamio Chowa gave a bitter smile and said, "Oh dear, you've hit a nerve... Don't let my position as the head of the Kamio family, which controls the vast Aotetsu Mutual Aid Association, fool you; I'm not entirely free to do as I please."
"Let me be frank with you, there are many factions within the Blue Iron." Kamio Chou explained: "There are moderates who advocate more contact with the Sanei-kai and seek opportunities for cooperation, and there are also extremists who can't let go of past hatred and advocate wiping out the entire Sanei-kai."
In addition, there are centrists who seek limited cooperation in order to eventually seize control of the San-ei-kai.
"What exactly is the grudge between Aotetsu and the Yamaei-kai?" Kirihara Akira asked.
"Did you know? The former Qingtie was actually a large steel plant, and the people there were all poor workers who supported each other and barely made it through those tough years," Kamio Chou said. "But Yamaei destroyed all of that. They did all sorts of evil things for the sake of the market and profits."
Ultimately, Qingtie became a yakuza organization, all thanks to the Baishan Ronghui.
Kirihara Akira nodded. Although she was a little curious, now was definitely not the right time to listen to stories.
He dusted off his clothes, stood up, and said, "There's no use in you complaining to me. If you can't offer me a tempting deal, then I have no choice but to refuse your offer."
"Hmm, this is really troublesome," Kamio Chou said. "Well, how about this? If you think I'm not enough, then you can sleep with this ice-cold, youthful-looking girl too, or if you want us to sleep together, that's fine too."
Even though she was given away like an object, Chitose Reizei's expression remained unchanged as she held the phone.
Kirihara Akira shook her head, said nothing more, took out her wallet, paid her share of the bill and the compensation for the broken table, and left the store.
Kirihara Akira wanted to find Hino Harufumi to find out what was going on as soon as possible, but unfortunately, now was not the time.
The two had already agreed that if a similar situation occurred, they must not meet immediately. They would cut off all contact first, and as previously agreed, he would go into hiding to avoid trouble before making further plans.
Kirihara Akira went to the shopping street, bought some snacks, carried the things, and took a taxi home.
The driver looked at him with shock in his eyes.
It was only then that Kirihara Akira belatedly realized that she had unknowingly crossed a world and become someone many people envied.
However, Kirihara Akira didn't feel particularly pleased.
What he was pursuing was not some enviable upward social mobility or unimaginable wealth.
Kirihara Akira stepped into the house.
Those who had served as servants in this household for most of their lives now had a certain degree of acceptance of Kirihara Akira. At least when they walked down the street, they were no longer met with scrutiny, but with respectful greetings.
Kirihara Akira stopped Asahi and Kanade, who were passing by, and asked, "Are Madam and Mr. Hayato home?"
"Not here," Asahi Kazusa said.
"What about the eldest and second young ladies?" Kirihara Akira asked.
Asahi Kazusa looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "The second young lady is having a private tutoring session, and the eldest young lady is reading in her room. What's wrong?"
"No." Kirihara Akira said, releasing Asahi Kasane and shoving the bag in her hand over, saying, "Heat it up and bring it over."
"Where are you sending it?" Asahi Kasano asked.
He didn't reply after that, and headed straight for the young lady's room with a clear goal in mind.
Asahi Kasane watched his retreating figure, initially puzzled, then her expression changed as if she had realized something.
She muttered to herself, "That bastard, is he trying to have his cake and eat it too?"
Kirihara Akira knocked on the door of the young lady Mori Shizue's room, and waited for a "come in" from inside before pushing the door open and entering.
"Are you reading?" Kirihara Akatsuki asked. "Am I disturbing you?"
Mori Shizue, with her back to him, shook her head and said, "I'm just practicing calligraphy. Look, the calligraphy practice book you bought me last time is actually quite good."
She picked up the calligraphy copybook and showed it to Kirihara Akira.
"That's really good," Kirihara Akira said.
"But I still feel tired. It's been a long time since I've written characters this slowly." Mori Shizue put down the calligraphy book and said, "Even in simplified characters, there are still a lot of strokes."
"Are you tired?"
"Um."
The two fell silent, and then Mori Shizue blushed as if she had thought of something.
She stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of Kirihara Akatsuki's face.
She said, "Look, aren't my knuckles a little red?"
"I can't see clearly."
Kirihara Akira leaned closer, naturally took her hand, examined it carefully for a moment, and said, "Hmm, it is a little red."
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