Mitsuhashi the Screwup Courts Death Again!
Full of anticipation, Old Zhou ultimately received the answer that he didn't know him.
According to Lao Liu's intelligence, this crazy woman has been living a life of constant danger for years, and there's not a single instance of her buying diapers.
And look at her now, looking like she wants to tear Old Goldhead to pieces...
If she really had a child born from a one-shot pregnancy, she would have bought a plane ticket and gone to North America to castrate that bastard.
The only targets are Mariko of a wealthy family, and that elusive Itsu.
Yukio snorted coldly and sheathed her katana.
She couldn't beat him, and she couldn't figure out what this bastard was capable of. All she wanted now was to get rid of this plague as soon as possible.
Sing Sing, however, was in no hurry to move.
He chuckled, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to him. "Don't you want to find out where that scumbag is now?"
Yukio raised her eyes and glanced sideways, her gaze cold and sharp.
"If you do me a small favor... I'll send you his detailed home address in China, house number, and even his usual fishing routes."
"Then, you can simply take your katana and go cut him down yourself!"
Seeing that the other person didn't take the cigarette, Old Zhou leaned closer. "Don't you want to confirm... whether that heartless man really has bloodlines in Japan? That could be a key to unlocking your heart."
Having said that, Yukio tightened her grip on the knife, her gaze instinctively avoiding Sing Sing's eyes.
Sing Sing saw everything but remained perfectly calm.
They've taken the bait.
This maid was incredibly loyal; she couldn't refuse this deal, even for the sake of her young mistress.
A full half minute passed before Yukio nodded in agreement, "Deal, but you can't hurt the young lady! You can only confirm whether the child is his!"
Leaving the kendo dojo, Sing Sing was in high spirits as he walked down the street, even the trash cans on the street corner looked pleasing to the eye.
He took out his phone and dialed Liu Jianyi's number.
"Hey Lao Liu, I've got some great intelligence! That Old Goldhead really did leave his seed in Japan!"
"Is the intelligence accurate?"
"Accurate!" Sing Sing strolled triumphantly down the street, swinging his arms. "The person involved's personal maid confessed."
"You really won over Yukio? How did you do it?"
Liu Jianyi's voice sounded utterly ghostly, "That woman is known for her tough ego. Back then, the Yamaguchi-gumi cornered her in an alley, and she fought her way out with just two knives. How did you communicate with her?"
"Ugh, all this fighting and killing, it just ruins relationships."
Sing Sing kicked a pebble away from the roadside, smacked his lips, and said, "I mainly relied on my personal charm, plus a bit of the patient guidance of a traditional China neighborhood committee auntie. She's actually quite easygoing; she cried and begged to tell me all the gossip from back then."
Liu Jianyi gasped for breath on the phone, "Don't tell me you gave her..."
"Stop with your filthy thoughts! I'm a legitimate public servant!"
"Let's get down to business. I'm truly impressed by Old Goldhead's ability to live off a woman. According to the maid's testimony, Mariko."
Mariko, a wealthy heiress, wouldn't get married and would instead adopt an orphan?
Isn't this blatantly a case of protesting too much?
"Seventeen or eighteen years old..." Liu Jianyi understood, "If you calculate the time, it's exactly the point at which Wolverine disappeared in Japan!"
"So that's it! This matches up! Go check if the Yashida Family has any eligible young men or women registered under Mariko's name!"
"It's me again? I need to investigate Itsu and this too? What about you?"
"I'm going to sleep! I have class tomorrow!"
Early morning.
Sing Sing, with a steamed bun in his mouth, swaggered into the gates of Toyo High School.
On both sides of the corridor, several girls in short skirts huddled together whispering, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and admiration as they looked at Sing Sing.
He walked to his shoe cabinet and reached out to pull the door shut.
"Clang!"
A dozen or so pink love letters, exuding the scent of perfume, along with several declarations of war written in red ink with the words "Determined to Fight to the Death," poured down.
Not far away, two guilty-looking figures were tiptoeing, preparing to slip away.
"Stop!"
Sing Sing grabbed the golden retriever by the scruff of its neck.
Mitsuhashi Takashi shuddered in fright, then raised his hands with a forced smile, "Hoshino! I swear! I absolutely didn't go around telling everyone about your fistfight with Boss Serizawa on the rooftop yesterday!"
Sing Sing sneered, "Really? Then what's with these challenges?"
Ito Shinji nearby, chimed in honestly, "Hoshino, Mitsuhashi just went to the copy shop and printed fifty flyers, stuffing them into the shoe lockers of the class leaders."
Mitsuhashi: "???"
"You idiot Ito! Can you shut up?!" Mitsuhashi jumped up and down in exasperation.
Sing Sing's temples were throbbing with veins.
Those two are such a jerk!
Just as I was figuring out how to collect compensation for defamation, the school bell rang.
Old Zhou snorted coldly, released his grip, made a throat-slitting gesture at Mitsuhashi, and then walked towards Class 3-D.
As soon as he stepped into the classroom, the blond-haired boy who had been the first to get beaten up yesterday stood up straight and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Everyone stand up!"
Splash--
More than twenty delinquent teenagers bowed at a 90-degree angle simultaneously.
Good morning, Hoshino -kun!
Before Old Zhou could even give his remarks, Huang Mao and his thugs dragged and pulled him back into his seat.
Someone was vigorously massaging my shoulders, while someone else brought me hot green tea.
The blond-haired man, his face full of obsequiousness, pulled out three exercise books with different handwriting and placed them on the table. "Boss, these are assignments that someone did for you. Which font do you like? We can borrow more if you need more!"
Old Zhou slammed his fist on the table and shouted righteously, "Nonsense! What kind of behavior is this? This is openly depriving me of my right to compulsory education! How can young people be so depraved!"
The blond-haired man shrank back in fright and almost knelt down.
The next second, Sing Sing smoothly unzipped his backpack and swept all three exercise books inside.
"However, to prevent you from becoming complacent, I'll reluctantly check these assignments for you. Don't do it again!"
The blond-haired man stared in disbelief.
Is this even possible?
Just as Class 3-D was immersed in this yakuza-like warmth, "Bang!" the front door was pushed open.
Kumiko Yamaguchi, carrying her lesson plan, walked up to the podium with a dark expression, her sharp gaze sweeping over the entire class.
The servants who had been massaging shoulders and serving tea scattered in terror.
Old Zhou reacted the fastest; he had already grabbed the textbook and was reading it aloud with great expression.
Ah! The fragrance of knowledge!
"Like the cherry blossoms in April, they cleanse my confused soul!"
The clever underlings immediately understood and opened their books to read aloud along with them.
The entire Class 3-D was filled with a joyful atmosphere of "a prodigal son returning home is more precious than gold".