The Japanese Guests

The Sushi Restaurant Encounter

"C-come to arrest us?"

Vice President Takehara Kensho gaped in shock. He had assumed these Frenchmen had traveled all the way to Japan to seek out two young women because they were smitten with them, or even wanted to propose.

Weren't the French, who were always so fond of boasting about their romantic ways, forever doing things like that?

The richer they were, the more they liked to make a spectacle of themselves, coming up with all kinds of outlandish stunts.

Who would've guessed they were here for revenge?

Chairman Demville gritted his teeth. "That's right. Please, Miyoshi Corporation, you must help us find these two thieves."

A single "Demon's Eye" had already brought Dr. Moller's laboratory to the threshold of what seemed like God's forbidden realm. What about a "Tears of an Angel"?

That was even more exciting to think about.

But they still needed help from the locals to operate in Japan. Otherwise, they would run into all sorts of difficulties, and might even be obstructed.

"B-but..."

Takehara Kensho hesitated.

"But what?"

The interpreter hadn't even spoken yet, but Demville seemed to have guessed what was making him hesitate.

"They're honored guests of the Qing Tian Family. We'd better not provoke them."

Takehara Kensho gave a wry smile.

Not long ago, the Qing Tian Zaibatsu had fought a vicious battle against three other zaibatsu. The outcome had astonished everyone. It had been one against three—or two against three, depending on how you looked at it—and yet, despite the disadvantage, the result had left everyone dumbfounded.

The Qing Tian Zaibatsu's ruthlessness had everyone trembling with fear. The moment they struck, they were ready to take their enemies down with them. The Yagyu Zaibatsu had been the first to buckle, its direct family line wiped out