Chapter 137: Rascals

Kazuhiko Inoue’s body weight fell backward, his back resting on top of the back of the couch. As he unfolded his arms to rest on the sofa, both of his feet lifted up to rest on top of the glass coffee table in the center.

Masayoshi Kishimoto banged his right fist on the desk surface twice, intentionally reminding him, “Shouldn’t you also pay attention to your own image?”

Inoue Kazuhiko said with an indifferent attitude, “It’s not like you don’t know that I’m originally a rogue.”

Masayoshi Kishimoto placed his left palm on top of his forehead and gently shook his head twice. The other party had spoken so truthfully, what else could one say?

“Adachi Ward is the worst of Tokyo’s 23 wards in terms of law and order. Moreover, you know very well in your heart the special nature of our kind of people, people can’t stand firm without being ruthless. Words come by fists, not by moving one’s mouth.” Kazuhiko Inoue spoke bluntly.

“And you have no intention of going ashore?” Masayoshi Kishimoto crossed his fingers in front of his chest and leaned his body towards the back of the chair.

“Never thought about going ashore. I’m a fish, and I’m only suited to surviving in the water. Once I leave the water, I won’t be able to survive.

And you and I are two completely different types. You are an amphibious animal that can survive both inside the water and on top of the land.

Even if I’m a rogue, I’m a reasonable and righteous rogue who won’t specialize in oppressing the weak.” Kazuhiko Inoue said frankly.

Justice Kishimoto knew that he was speaking the truth. If it wasn’t for the fact that the other party, this one, still had some good qualities in him, he himself wouldn’t have specifically sought him out in the first place. From an idealistic point of view, a person’s career in life was really predestined by heaven.

This inevitably reminded him of a clip from Conan’s theater version of The Spirits of Baker Street that bitterly satirized the Japanese hereditary system.

The son of a politician grows up to be a politician, and the son of a chairman of the board grows up to be a chairman of the board, and it is along with this hereditary system that the wrong history of mankind is repeated over and over again. In this way, no matter how long it takes, nothing will change in Japan.

The same thing is also in the Indian movie “Vagabond” in a classic line, the judge’s son will always be a judge, the thief’s son will always be a thief.

This into the Chinese love often say, the dragon gives birth to a dragon, the phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, the son of a mouse can make a hole. All are invariably talking about the importance of a person’s origin.

“By the way, are you having an affair with that one Obasan who just went out?” Inoue Kazuhiko said with a meaningful smile.

“Fuck off.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said with one word off the top of his head in a concise manner.

“Actually, that one Obasan still has a few moments left. Although it’s not suitable to have it often, it’s not bad to have a change of flavor once in a while.

A woman of her age should be quite experienced in bed, and especially good at serving men.” Kazuhiko Inoue said slowly.

“Good point, so go ahead! It’s not like I’m stopping you.” Masayoshi Kishimoto spread his hands and said.

“Doesn’t suit me. I’m a guy who doesn’t like to passively enjoy that kind of fun, but instead just likes to develop and explore cute little teenage sisters. Preferably the untouched kind.” Inoue Kazuhiko once again smiled meaningfully.

At this time, Kato Rumiko walked in unhurriedly with a cup of brewed tea on a tray. Before she even approached, she heard Masayoshi Kishimoto directly say, “There’s no need to make him tea.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. How can you neglect me? I’m at least the one who invested 2 billion yen into your company.

You can’t even spare me a cup of tea, how stingy do you think you are yourself?” Kazuhiko Inoue said playfully.

Kato Rumiko stopped down, not knowing what to do for a moment. Inoue Kazuhiko took the initiative to stand up and walked over to her, taking the teacup in his hand as soon as he reached out.

He tilted his head and took a sip, smiling and making a deliberate sound, “Still, your tea here is the best.”

Rumiko Kato retraced her steps towards the glass coffee table and collected the teacup used by the owner of the Kiraku Haute Cuisine Pavilion.

“If you like it, then I’ll give you a full drink. If you don’t drink your fill, you’re not allowed to leave.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said calmly.

Holding the teacup in his right hand, Inoue Kazuhiko took small steps forward and said, “I really don’t understand why you have to make so much money? Is money that important to you?”

“Unlike you broads, some of us assholes do our best just to stay alive.” Justice Kishimoto suddenly remembered one of the classic lines from Silver Soul and said.

“What did I do to you? And why do you need to say such angry words? We’re all the same.” Inoue Kazuhiko said as he stopped in front of his desk.

“No, you’re just too humble. I’ve never met a man as humble as you. Earlier, even you admitted of your own accord that you are a rogue. I’m not a rogue, I’m a man who wants to be motivated to become an investor.

You’re still the king of cannons. I don’t know how many ignorant girls you’ve victimized. Can’t it be that you really want to imperish 3,000 women and fly in the sun?” Justice Kishimoto couldn’t help but laugh out loud and said.

“Saying it as if you’re the good guy, the Liu Xiahui who sits on his hands and doesn’t fall in love. You’re in the most typical category of the fifty steps laughing at the hundred steps.

Then again, I’ve never used coercion or force to fuck any of them. It’s all about what you want and what you need.

They needed money, so they offered their bodies in exchange. When I offer them money, it’s a fair trade, and it’s in full compliance with the Japanese regulations on buying and selling sex. In this one aspect, I have always been a good citizen who abides by the law.” Kazuhiko Inoue blurted out.

“You were not coerced, but you lured them.” Masayoshi Kishimoto hit the nail on the head when he poked at the kind of moralizing he was doing to the girls.

“If they didn’t have overpowering material desires, there would be no such thing as compensated sex.” Kazuhiko Inoue perked up.

“Who made it so that they weren’t cast in a good birth to be born into a rich man’s family, but were born into a poor man’s family? It’s because they lack money in their pockets and can’t withstand the temptations of the outside world that they sell themselves as valuable commodities.” Kishimoto Masayoshi unconsciously debated with him, saying.

“That’s not entirely true. From my observation of some of them, it’s not just for the money, but also to show off to their peers.

Knowing a jianghu person like us is quite a face-saving thing for some student girls. They won’t be bullied at school, after all, there are people to cover them.

Besides, they should belong to the category of early maturity, and understand early what the meaning of selling is. Selling should be done before it’s too late.” Inoue Kazuhiko said as he placed the cup in his hand on top of his desk.