We had already brought this middle-aged Japanese man under our control.
I couldn't understand a word he was saying. I only heard Mao Jing talking to him.
Seeing my confused expression, Aoi Yui knew I couldn't understand and translated for me from the side:
"Special Envoy, this man says he's a local minor leader in the Yamaguchi Organization. His name is Takahashi Masahiko, and he's responsible for film arrangements and production.
"This is his home, and he hopes we won't hurt him.
"He'll cooperate with us..."
Hearing Aoi Yui's translation, I nodded slightly.
"Mm. At least this guy is being honest.
"Yui, keep an eye on him these next few days."
"Yes!"
Aoi Yui nodded.
There were other reasons we didn't simply kill this middle-aged Japanese man.
With him around, he could handle certain inspections. We could also use his identity to order takeout and buy other things.
There wasn't enough food in the house to last us more than a few days. With him here, we could hide ourselves better.
Finally, Mao Jing spoke calmly.
"If you don't obey, I'll crush you like this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Jing slammed his palm down on the small table beside him.
It was solid wood.
With a loud bang, the solid wood table instantly shattered.
Takahashi Masahiko, standing nearby, went pale in an instant. His face was filled with terror and horror.
"Ah, terrifying!"
Mao Jing merely glanced at the terrified man before speaking again.
"Order some food."
Takahashi Masahiko was utterly stunned. Now that we had detained him, he didn't dare make the slightest move.
He immediately nodded.
"Yes!"
He then picked up his phone and, under Mao Jing and Aoi Yui's supervision, ordered some takeout.
The takeout services here weren't nearly as developed as they were