I'll Leave You to Take Care of the Body, Too / Crime Pays

"I have something to take care of later, so I won't be joining you guys for the rest of the trip." Aoyama took out his phone and a stack of cash.

"I've confirmed that no one from the school is following you. As long as your phone's location tracker still shows you're together, there shouldn't be any problem. I'll find you before 6 PM and we'll go back together."

Not long after disembarking, he noticed several people watching him.

If something happens, don't let it linger overnight. Lure the person keeping watch to a secluded place, and then let him handle it.

Be careful.

Without saying much, Shiraishi took the phone and cash.

Having witnessed Aoyama's superhuman strength, she didn't think anything would happen to Aoyama.

"The people from Ayanokoji's side?" Ryuen suddenly interjected.

"I'm not sure, so I'll go first."

He hailed a taxi, and once inside, Aoyama instructed the driver to head to the Bountiful Ice Coast.

This is also a tourist attraction in Hokkaido, but because it is very remote and there is no transportation to get there, the attraction is sparsely populated and lacks even supporting facilities. Generally, only people who travel by car go there.

"There aren't even any taxis over there, young man, you should think this through." The somewhat elderly driver didn't start driving immediately.

"Someone will pick me up over there, don't worry."

"I see."

With no worries about the future, the gray-haired driver started the car.

After Aoyama noticed that the Toyota Alphard had caught up, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, feeling relieved.

If they're just targeting him, then he'll have no worries about the future.

"Boss, is there something wrong with this? That kid is heading towards a secluded area."

In the Toyota Alphard that had been following the taxi, a middle-aged man with half a missing pinky finger on his right hand was holding a phone in the passenger seat.

"I don't care what you do, if you don't bring it back, I'll cut off your last half finger." The voice on the phone was extremely domineering.

"Yes, I guarantee the order will be completed."

With a determined look, the man in the passenger seat answered loudly, waiting for his boss to hang up first.

He had a bad feeling, which was why he made the call.

He clearly had seven skilled fighters on his side, brought two stun guns, and even a handgun as requested by his employer.

The opponent was just a high school student who was supposedly very good at fighting.

Even so, he was restless and felt that something bad was going to happen.

Chapter 387 I'll trouble you with collecting the corpse too.

"Stop the work."

After the call was hung up, the man, whose little finger was missing halfway, looked out the window and then spoke.

They've been following for so long without making a move, naturally because having too many people would attract too much attention. But now the situation is different.

He didn't understand why the target had deliberately broken away from the group and headed towards a remote place, but when the time came, he had no choice but to comply.

"Could you please pull over? This is fine, someone will pick me up."

After noticing that Alpha was accelerating closer, Aoyama guessed that the people following him were about to make their move.

"Should I call the police for you, buddy?"

The passenger had just paid and gotten off when the driver saw a group of burly men who were clearly not good people get out of a car that had suddenly stopped in front of him.

Judging from the burly man's gaze, his target was undoubtedly the young man who had just gotten off the bus.

For his own safety, he would never give this young man a ride away.

"No need, they're just here to pick me up."

"Oh, I see!"

With a quick press of the accelerator, the taxi accelerated, made a U-turn, and soon Aoyama could no longer see its taillights.

Less than three seconds later, a man with half of his right pinky finger missing appeared before him with his men.

Seven people, two stun guns, three short knives, and the short guy hiding at the back was suspected of carrying a handgun.

"Let's use a cliché plot. Who sent you?" Aoyama asked, scrutinizing and calculating without a trace of nervousness.

"What's with this brat's arrogance? Let me teach him a lesson first, Brother Nakashiba."

The fearless scrutiny from the young man completely ignited Takada's explosive temper, and he hurriedly asked his older brother for permission to fight.

They are from the Oba Group, a criminal organization with over a decade of history, backed by powerful figures. Even the police wouldn't bother them.

"Excellent, perfect for a cliché plot." Ignoring everyone else, Aoyama immediately clapped his hands.

However, the man nicknamed "Nakashiba," who was missing half of his right pinky finger, didn't get angry; instead, his expression became even more serious.

Who is your father?

"I really don't know, but I'm your father."

"Everyone attack together, don't use knives yet, use stun guns directly."

Seeing that Aoyama showed no intention of communicating, even though Zhongchai had a strong feeling that something was wrong, Nakashiba had no choice but to order the operation to begin.

He's a pragmatic person, but unfortunately he didn't use his talents for the right things.

Facing the menacing crowd charging at him, Aoyama didn't retreat but instead advanced with a step forward kick, sending the first guy wielding a stun gun flying and knocking down the two people behind him.

The stun gun that flew from his hand also hit an unlucky guy.

He convulsed and couldn't utter a sound; the poor fellow simply fell into a sweet sleep.

"Looks like it has pretty high power."

Turning around, he punched the person who tried to sneak up on him, sending them flying, and then Aoyama continued charging towards the person who was still standing.

"Ryusuke, get your weapon ready!" Nakashiba shouted urgently to the short man who hadn't followed Aoyama, who was rushing up at high speed.

He quickly understood why Aoyama was so arrogant, since he could kick and beat adults like toys.

Now that things had come to this, he couldn't care less about the consequences of using a gun; the failure of the mission was even more unacceptable.

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"

"Then why don't you try opening one?"

Raising the Nakashiba over his head with both hands, Aoyama slammed him down on the short man known as Ryusuke, who had just drawn his gun from his waist.

Judging from the short man's position, he already knew what the short man's role was, so how could he possibly let the short man fire the gun?

They quickly dealt with the two still standing ones.

In less than thirty seconds, Aoyama wiped out the entire gang of thugs.

He gave each of them a trolley to sleep with, then threw them one by one into his car, and drove along back roads to remote, uninhabited forests.

"Who sent you?"

The "slap to wake up" method quickly brought the bound gangsters to their senses.

The one who first requested to teach Aoyama a lesson immediately glared at Aoyama angrily and shouted.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare."

"Good."

He spoke calmly, and Aoyama kicked him, shattering his throat bone.

Under the horrified gaze of the other six, the one whose throat bone was quickly shattered twitched a few times and then lay still.

"You only have the right to answer my questions."

"Who sent you?"

Indifferently observing the remaining scum of society, Aoyama raised the question again.

He had no interest in using torture; with so many people, there were bound to be some cowardly fools who would tell the whole truth.

"The Oba Group, we are from the Oba Group." Noticing Aoyama's indifferent gaze falling on him, Nakashiba quickly spoke up, hoping that the young man had heard of the Oba Group.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die at all.

As for loyalty to the boss? How can that compare to one's own life?

"Do you know who gave you this mission?" As he spoke, Aoyama lifted his leg as if to stretch his muscles.

Seeing Aoyama's actions, Nakashiba was even more speechless and immediately revealed Ayanokoji Atsuomi's name.

As a minor leader in the organization, he had done things for Ayanokoji Atsuomi more than a decade ago, following instructions from Oba, the head of the Oba Group, and was very familiar with the origins of this task.

"Very well, a wise person knows when to yield. From now on, you are my subordinate."

Without a hint of malice, Aoyama asked Nakashiba to unlock his phone, then took it and turned on the recording mode.

"If you want to live and not die, you have to give your all."

With a flick of his wrist, Aoyama untied Nakashiba, taking one of the spoils of war.

He devised a plan that would require Nakashiba, and he intended to spare Nakashiba's life for the time being, while the other five would simply rest in peace in the snow-covered mountains.

"Could you spare one? Ryusuke is my cousin." After a moment of struggle, Nakashiba slowly picked up the knife.

He completely ignored the calls from the four abandoned men urging him to fight back.

"Then Ryusuke, you can stay here and die."

With a joking smile, Aoyama granted Nakashiba's suggestion.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Nakashiba plunged the knife in his hand into his cousin's throat.

Pull it out, insert the next one, and pull it out again.

In less than a minute, only two living people remained in the silent mountain forest.

"Thank you for collecting the body, Nakashiba." Aoyama said calmly, putting away his phone.

White Room.

Sitting in the office chair belonging to the master of the White Room, Ayanokoji Atsuomi felt a sense of anticipation.

Money brings connections; no money brings no connections.

The fact that the Sakayanagi Family was able to pass on the position of Chairman of the Kouiku to future generations was largely due to their wealth.

As members of the financial world, the Sakayanagi Family's words carry considerable weight, and they even received assistance from Sakayanagi Narimori when the White Room was first established.

He could easily give Aoyama a billion dollars, but he didn't approve of his daughter being with Aoyama.

He sensed a strong smell of money coming from Aoyama. If he could snatch the money from the tiger's mouth, he wouldn't need to beg and plead for sponsorships to run the White Room.

The adventure was worthwhile.

Chapter 388 Murder and Arson: The Golden Belt

"If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way, Nakashiba."

"It's okay to tie it a little tighter."

Before his new subordinate Nakashiba led him to the Oba Group's hideout, Aoyama, like a criminal caught red-handed, stretched out his hands in front of Nakashiba.

Since the boss of the Oba Group, Oba, wants to see him, then he should go and meet Oba.

"That won't do. I'll just pretend to tie it up."

He hurriedly shook his head to indicate that he didn't have such thoughts, Nakashiba honestly tied Aoyama's hands up casually as a gesture.

He dared not harbor any disloyal thoughts towards Aoyama, who was young yet ruthless in killing and possessed extraordinary martial arts skills.

After Aoyama got into the car with a half-smile and sat in the back seat, he immediately started the car and drove towards the Oba Group's hideout. He sped along the way and arrived at his destination in just over an hour.

"It's quite impressive."

Obediently allowed by Nakashiba to get off the Alphard, Aoyama walked into the classically styled courtyard.

With its artificial hills, flowing water, and verdant bamboo, the Oba Group's hideout looks nothing like the home of a cultured person, rather than a place associated with organized crime.

"The person has been brought, boss."

Without responding to Aoyama's words, Nakashiba led Aoyama to a room guarded by bodyguards, nodded to the two bodyguards, and then knocked on the door to announce his presence.