The Cautious Ayanokōji Tokunaga

"Come in."

A few seconds later, a deep, steady voice came from inside the room.

Just by listening to the voice, Aoyama could imagine that the person sitting inside must be a middle-aged man who exudes an air of authority.

"The old man has a rather unique appearance."

Following Nakashiba into the room, Aoyama could only say that he had underestimated the situation.

Oba, sitting behind a large desk, looked even more ferocious than Kito head. He was indeed very imposing, but he was just too ugly.

"Who is your father?" Oba's eyes sharpened further as he asked the same question as Nakashiba.

He had seen all sorts of people, and he was certain that the young man's confidence was genuine and not feigned.

Although their hands were still bound, they exuded a very natural and peaceful atmosphere.

"Why is it this question again? Can't you come up with something new?"

"It was Ayanokoji Atsuomi ordered you to arrest me, wasn't it? Call him and I'll tell him."

"He recently extorted a billion from me."

With a slight smile, Aoyama sat down on the sofa next to the coffee table and threw out the bait.

One billion is an enormous number for 99.9% of the world's population.

"I'll ask you one more time, who are your parents? Not just anyone has any influence with me."

Oba, who was about the Oba as Aoyama, stood up from his boss's chair and sat down opposite Aoyama with a serious expression.

According to the information provided by Ayanokoji Atsuomi, the boy in front of him was just a commoner from an orphanage, but for various reasons, he was unable to take action.

If the information he received was false, then he and Ayanokoji Atsuomi would have something to say about it.

Even Ayanokoji Atsuomi didn't have the right to fool him; he wasn't without support.

"Do you recognize Tsukishiro Tokinari?"

"I know this person, but no matter how powerful he was, he's dead now."

Oba did indeed know Tsukishiro Tokinari. More than ten years ago, because of Ayanokoji Atsuomi, he had thoroughly investigated Tsukishiro and understood how powerful he was.

Oba had also heard about his death.

"I killed him, a headshot with a CheyTac M200 Sniper Rifle."

"Huh?!" Oba exclaimed with a heavy nasal tone.

Because it was the only major event recently, he also learned a lot about it from Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

The detail that the killer used a military sniper rifle is something not everyone would know.

"That idiot Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

After muttering a curse under his breath, Oba thought it over carefully and decided to listen to Aoyama's advice and call Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

The fact that a criminal organization can survive for over a decade without being destroyed is partly due to the powerful figures behind it, but more importantly, it is because of its own actions—avoiding those who could bring it down.

"It's me. I've caught him. But what's this about him saying you extorted ten billion?"

With an accusatory tone, Oba felt that Ayanokoji Atsuomi didn't give him an explanation, he wouldn't be one to back down.

In order to avoid being treated like a toilet to be thrown away after use, he also kept quite a few illegal things that Ayanokoji Atsuomi and instructed him to do.

Examples include the trafficking of newborn children and harassment that drives others to suicide.

You're useless now.

As Oba waited for Ayanokoji Atsuomi's reply, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Aoyama, who was sitting opposite him at some point, had his bound hands freed.

In his large, powerful hand, a playing card of unusual texture appeared.

As he tried to call for his bodyguard, he discovered the playing card was missing, and at the same time, he felt a sudden pain in his neck.

"I need an explanation from you in person."

Having completely sent Oba, Aoyama grabbed the phone that had fallen onto the sofa and spoke to Ayanokoji Atsuomi in Oba's voice.

"I've already said I'm preparing to return to politics, and now is not the right time to meet with you or get involved," Ayanokoji Atsuomi's voice came through the phone.

"I have to see him today, whether I want to or not. I've learned something quite incredible from this young man."

"If I don't see you by four o'clock this afternoon, I will apologize to that young man and see him off politely."

With his legs crossed, Aoyama casually scattered smoke bombs.

After stating his current location, he hung up the phone.

Where is the safe?

Looking through Oba's phone, Aoyama jotted down useful information as he spoke.

Since he was already there, he figured he might as well try his luck with the lottery and see if he could win any powerful skills.

"It's behind the desk, but I don't have the password." Recovering from his shock, Nakashiba hurriedly replied.

He had never seen such a captivating young man, and his ability to imitate other people's voices so easily was simply incredible.

"I don't think you know the password either."

Going behind the desk, Aoyama also saw a safe about one meter high, which could be opened with a key and a mechanical combination lock.

After obtaining the key from the deceased Oba, he pressed his ear to the surface of the safe and turned the dial. With the help of Kaito Kid's lock-picking ability that he had drawn once before, he quickly opened the safe.

The moment he opened it, his black money points jumped to over 350 million.

Murder and arson bring wealth and power.

With just one surprise attack, Aoyama earned several times more black money points than he had earned in Kouiku.

Moreover, as long as he keeps the Oba open for forced confessions, he'll definitely be able to get even more illicit money.

"Here's a reward for you. Starting tomorrow, you'll be the leader of the Oba Group."

By throwing the troublesome jewelry out of the safe, Aoyama temporarily calmed the uneasy Nakashiba.

Then, he sat down in the boss's chair and began the lottery.

Chapter 389 The Cautious Ayanokoji Atsuomi

Ten pulls, ten pulls, and another ten pulls.

Like a machine, Aoyama frantically pressed the ten-card button, not even glancing at the cards that didn't flash with golden light.

The more than 300 million yuan in illicit funds can be converted into lottery draws, which is more than 3,000 draws. Even a ten-draw would require more than 300 draws.

It took him nearly an hour to drain all the illicit money.

World-class calligraphy skills, world-class piano skills, world-class driving skills.

Of the nearly forty gold rewards, most were quite satisfactory, but there were also several extremely powerful ones.

[Red Magic: Summon Lightning: One of the spells learned by the witch Koizumi Akako, it allows her to summon lightning for attacks.]

[Red Magic: Summon Fire: One of the spells learned by the witch Koizumi Akako, allowing her to summon flames for attacks.]

[Sixth Sense: One of the characteristics of witches, possessing a strong ability to foresee danger.]

[Noah's Ark: AI with the ability to grow, possessing a learning capacity equivalent to five years of human growth per year?]

[Ishikawa Goemon's swordsmanship: The strongest alloy vault door? It's nothing more than two or three strikes.]

In the later stages of the lottery system, the only things that can impress Aoyama are advanced technology and superpowers.

Let's try summoning flames first.

"Get me a cigarette," Aoyama casually instructed Nakashiba.

On the other side.

On a certain highway, Ayanokoji Atsuomi sat in a black car, his hand propping up his face as he pondered.

After repeatedly calling Oba and being rejected, he sensed something was wrong, but he had no choice but to set off.

"Buzzing"

In the quiet, somber car, the sound of a cell phone vibrating suddenly broke the silence.

The bodyguard sitting next to Ayanokoji Atsuomi also tactfully put on his headphones and looked out the window.

"You mean only Nakashiba brought people back by himself?"

Shortly after the call connected, Ayanokoji Atsuomi asked the person on the other end of the line a question.

Having cooperated with the Oba Group for over a decade, he naturally used some means to bribe several people within the Oba Group.

One of them was one of the two gatekeepers of the Oba Group's stronghold.

"Yes, he usually brings his cousin along, but this time he's probably injured."

"To get injured while carrying a gun is only possible if Boss Nakashiba wasn't leading the way. A piece of trash like Ryusuke wouldn't even be able to join the Oba Group."

While relieving himself comfortably in the deserted restroom, one of the gate guards Aoyama had met muttered about a poor guy who had been killed by his cousin.

"Do you have the phone numbers of those people who went out with Nakashiba?" Ayanokoji Atsuomi didn't care at all whether Ryusuke was worthy of staying in the Oba Group.

What he cares about now are the specific details of the operation.

According to the information he received from Kouiku, the school has not yet discovered that Aoyama is missing, and everything is proceeding as usual.

If the school knew that a student had been kidnapped, and that it was Student Council President Aoyama, things would definitely go into chaos.

"Call and ask about the details of the operation. Getting all the information will be rewarded."

With a gloomy face, Ayanokoji Atsuomi unleashed his financial power.

He had a clear understanding of Oba's calm and collected personality, so it was highly unusual that he would resort to threats to see him this time.

He couldn't help but take it to heart.

"Ayanokoji Atsuomi's bodyguard is at the door. He says he will only show himself after seeing you, Ayanokoji Atsuomi."

The time for testing the new ability passed quickly, and around four o'clock in the afternoon, Aoyama heard a bodyguard asking questions outside the door.

Damn, why is that bastard Ayanokoji Atsuomi so cautious?

Now I'll go somewhere and create an Oba for you.

"Take him to the reception room. I'll be there once I've finished what I'm doing," Aoyama instructed the bodyguards outside the door, speaking in Oba's voice.

After the footsteps outside the door faded into the distance, he raised his hand and shot Nakashiba in the head.

Since Ayanokoji Atsuomi has noticed the anomaly and is avoiding contact, there's no need to keep Nakashiba to bring him in.

Don't get involved in organized crime in your next life, but that depends on whether you have a next life.

Nakashiba Aoyama's still-astonished face, put away his silenced pistol, and went to the monitoring room. After dealing with the middle-aged man who was dozing off, he destroyed the surveillance footage and began his massacre.

With such precise and unerring marksmanship, the dead didn't even have time to utter a warning.

Finally, they lured the person in from the gatekeeper's blind spot and killed him; there wasn't a single stranger left in the entire courtyard.

Let's live in fear and trembling until winter break, Ayanokoji Atsuomi.

All the dead were moved into the house, Aoyama used his red magic to set fires everywhere, quickly turning the once magnificent courtyard into a sea of flames.

Amidst the raging fire, he scaled the wall to escape the courtyard and fled, avoiding the surveillance cameras.

Thus, the Oba Group met its end.

"Beep beep beep"

"Sorry, the number you dialed is..."

One kilometer from their destination, Ayanokoji Atsuomi, looking out the car window, spotted thick black smoke rising from what appeared to be the Oba Group- gumi.

Neither the mole he had bribed in the Oba Group nor the bodyguards he had sent there for a while answered his calls.

"Go back to the White Room first."

After clenching his fist, Ayanokoji Atsuomi gave the driver an order.

The current situation was making him somewhat panicked. He had a strong premonition that the changes in the Oba Group would definitely be detrimental to him.