A Few Stabs and They'll Be Close!

What happened to the debt collector?

Sing Sing adjusted his hat brim, looking displeased.

"Collecting debts is an art; it requires a combination of politeness before resorting to force. I've put a lot of effort into politeness, but as for force..."

He patted the Pig Butchering Knife at his waist.

Shi Xiaoyan was too lazy to respond and took her tea back to her room.

Ichirai Hisako tossed the car keys over. "It's a car from the Ōedo Family, drive carefully, you can't afford to pay for it if you scratch it."

Who do you think you are!

Soon, Sing Sing answered this question with his actions.

The black sedan plunged into the alley, its rear end swung out, and it ended up blocking the entrance to the Yashida Family's safe house.

Sing Sing got out of the car, adjusted his hat brim, raised his chin, and his sunglasses reflected the light.

"See that? That's called prestige."

Ichirai Hisako looked at the tires, somewhat speechless. "Who would dare to drift in the city? You'd be arrested and detained!"

"Tch, let's see if you can catch me first!"

Just as he was about to knock on the door, Sing Sing discovered that it was not closed.

Had something unexpected happened?

Thinking of this, Old Zhou made a gesture to Ichirai Hisako, and cautiously and quietly opened the door and went inside.

He didn't use a single word of the "missing person returns" opening line he had prepared.

In the living room, the unshaven Old Goldhead was holding the hand of a beautiful woman in a kimono, his hands carefully enveloping Mariko's fingertips.

"Little sister, let me tell you. I was a fool back then, I shouldn't have run away without a word. All these years, I've been dreaming about that maple tree in your yard..."

"Logan- san." Mariko's eyes shone with emotion. "The maple tree is still here. You're back, more beautiful than the maple tree."

Sing Sing was stuck at the door, unable to move forward or backward.

Is that how the plot goes?

In his mind, he should be the one arriving at the door, and the two of them, with tears in their eyes, discussing how difficult the battle had been.

Then Old Goldhead and Mariko shared a goodbye kiss, and finally Old Jin stormed off to find his son.

What's this?

A rough-looking guy from Northeast China wanders onto the set of a Japanese drama?

In the corner, Yukio and Kobayashi Amiko each held a cup of tea, their faces bearing the same message: Help!

Yukio picked up her teacup and mouthed. "Three hours."

Three hours?!

Sing Sing dramatically took off his sunglasses, clicking his tongue in astonishment.

"Wow, please, you two, consider how others feel! I'm getting goosebumps!"

Logan's ears turned red all the way down to his neck.

When did you come in?

"The door's open." Sing Sing said expressionlessly, "You two even forgot to close the door, completely immersed in your romance?"

Mariko withdrew her hand and straightened her clothes. "Mr. Hoshino, I'm sorry you had to see this."

"We've laid our cards on the table, so don't Hoshino anymore."

Sing Sing pulled over a chair and sat down backwards, resting his arms on the back of the chair.

"Alright Old Goldhead, you can talk about romance when we get back to China and I'll get you a place to live. Let's get down to business first."

He tilted his chin slightly towards Amiko.

"Just who is this girl? Da Vinci has thoroughly examined her, and she's a zero match for you. What are those old guys on the Council, with all this mechs and poison gas?"

Logan scratched his messy hair, and dandruff fell off in clumps.

"It's a long story."

"To make a long story short, I'm in a hurry."

"More than ten years ago, I came to Japan to find Itsu." Logan's voice deepened. "For a while, I was being hunted by enemies and hid in a fishing village. A group of people came to our house seeking revenge, wanting to kill a woman from a family. I saved her."

"Smoothly?"

"That was easy," Logan gestured. "Just one claw."

Goodness!

Other people's hero saves the damsel in distress with a vow of life and death, but this guy just casually scratches her, like tearing apart a package.

"That woman later got married and had children." Logan paused. "Amiko is a descendant of her family; she's not related to me by blood at all."

"So how did you two get involved?"

"I left a mark in the fishing village to look for someone, thinking I'd help them out later," Logan sighed. "Mariko found the mark. She followed it and found Amiko's house."

Sing Sing frowned.

"Let me add something."

Mariko's cheeks flushed slightly, but her voice remained steady.

"When I found Amiko, her parents had just passed away, and the child was so hungry she didn't even have the strength to cry."

"The time and place she appeared, and Logan's markings... led me to believe that she was Logan's child with someone else."

"So I brought her back."

Mariko smiled helplessly.

"My family was pressuring me to marry into a powerful family and relinquish control, so I decided to go with the flow, announced my pregnancy, and named Amiko as my heir."

"Firstly, no one dares to touch her again. Secondly..."

She glanced at Logan, her voice softening, "Look at her, just like you're looking at him."

The living room was silent for three seconds.

Ichirai Hisako's eyes widened.

The head of the Yashida family combines a top-tier romantic mind with family politics, killing two birds with one stone.

"Puff!"

Sing Sing couldn't hold back and almost fell to the ground.

"Haha, I get it! I get it all!"

"That old man, Shingen Yashida, his intelligence was wrong from beginning to end! He thought Amiko was Logan's child, possessing Healing Factor, a piece of immortal Tang Monk! And what happened?"

He jumped up and spun around in the living room.

"It turns out to be an ordinary family's child whom Old Goldhead casually saved! Zero blood relation! Zero match! Tang Monk is vegetarian! Vegetarian chicken!"

"Cornelius talks about the Perfect Fusion Agent all the time, he's practically ready to dissect people for research. But they don't even have the Healing Factor, all his research has been for nothing!"

"A budget of hundreds of millions behind closed doors, enough to stage an armed coup in Africa! A fully equipped Silver Samurai ProMax, top-of-the-line, just to kidnap a high school girl?!"

Sing Sing laughed so hard he almost cried.

"A group of old shrewd schemers, all for naught, were defeated by a misunderstanding from eighteen years ago!"

The laughter stopped.

Amiko stood up.

The girl stood still, her lips moving slightly.

Her eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall.

What has she been living all these years?

The file is marked R-00 in red pen.

The "bastard" that Shingen Yashida shouted on the radio.

Waiting for the "medicinal ingredient" to pave the way with her blood.

It was all a misunderstanding.

Mariko protected her so well.

Schools, bodyguards, guardians—layer upon layer.

This is a case of loving someone because of their loved ones.

"Come over."

Mariko opened her arms to her.

Amiko rushed over, burying her face in her adoptive mother's shoulder, her shoulders shaking, her sobs muffled.

Sing Sing, unusually, didn't crack any jokes and put his sunglasses on his nose.

That's enough warmth.

He glanced at his watch. "Walking? Your own son is still standing in the cold wind! He's waiting to acknowledge his father, and you're here flirting? Is that appropriate?"

The moment the words "my own son" were uttered, Logan immediately broke down.

This tough, steely man, who had lived for over a hundred years and killed enough people to circle the playground three times, was now completely at a loss.

"Is this outfit okay? Will he look bad for me? Should I shave first?"

"You look like a human trafficker if you shave your beard." Yukio bluntly retorted.

"Then... how about changing your clothes?"

"It's too late! The child is going to catch a cold. Come on, get in the car!"

Ichirai Hisako, was in charge of giving directions, while Wolverine, in the back seat, was restless.

"Ah Qi, how am I supposed to take care of this child... What if the child doesn't recognize me?"

Sing Sing glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "Don't worry, maybe you two will start getting intimate after you poke each other a few times when you meet."

The car slowly came to a stop on the riverbank outside the abandoned factory. A figure was curled up under a tree a hundred meters ahead.

The boy's back was slightly hunched, and his hands hung at his sides.

Logan opened the car door, hesitated for a few seconds before daring to step forward.

Hearing the noise Meimiya Akihiro turned his head, and his eyes were exactly the same as Logan's.

Alert, exhausted, suppressing ferocity.

The skin and flesh on the backs of both hands twitched a few times, and the bone spur broke through the skin and emerged.

The first meeting between father and son was filled with murderous intent.