readsfreenovel Chapter 63 - 59: Madam, Don’t Shoot, We Are Good Citizens
Chapter 63 - 59: Madam, Don’t Shoot, We Are Good Citizens
Chapter 63: Chapter 59: Madam, Don’t Shoot, We Are Good CitizensAccording to Yamakawa Ichiro’s report, Fujihara Yellow Hair was currently playing at a casino owned by the Yamaguchi Group.
Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi wrapped things up in a hurry.
They then drove to the casino and began their stakeout outside.
"Is it really that interesting for so many people to be obsessed with gambling?" Asai Ayumi wondered as she watched the stream of people coming and going at the hotel entrance, knowing they were all headed for the casino.
Because the casino was hidden inside the hotel.
Aoyama Xiu Xin replied offhandedly, "These people are already addicted. Gambling has become a way of life for them; they like to play a few rounds whenever they get the chance."
Asai Ayumi glanced at him and curled her lip.
You also like making me play a few rounds whenever you get the chance.
Unbeknownst to them, Noda was also nearby, watching from within a taxi, while his three underlings were in another white van.
This should have been the highlight of Yellow Hair’s life in terms of personal charisma, captivating so many people.
Inside the casino, Fujihara Yellow Hair had no idea that people from both the underworld and the law enforcement were waiting for him outside. At that moment, he was betting excitedly at a gambling table, cheering when he won and cursing when he lost.
Like a psychiatric patient in the throes of a fit.
At a glance, all the men and women in the casino were just as emotionally invested in the game as he was, never snapping out of it unless they lost all their money and couldn’t bet anymore.
Yellow Hair was having a lucky night. He had lost a few big rounds at first, but then began to win.
As the chips piled up in front of him,
so too did the smile on Fujihara’s face grow wider.
Initially, he had only intended to break even and then call it a day, but once he had, he couldn’t bear to leave, thinking it would be a shame to walk away now when his luck was so good. After all, good fortune like this didn’t come every day. He decided to play a little longer, maybe even win back what he had lost over the past few days.
After all, he had only just broken even; he hadn’t won or lost. If he left now, wouldn’t the night have been a waste?
Then he began to lose.
And lose several rounds in a row.
The colorful chips that had been stacked high in front of Fujihara Yellow Hair dwindled, and the money he had just won evaporated as quickly as it came.
His mood grew more irritable, and he showed no sign of stopping. Looking at the chips worth less than a million in front of him, he gritted his teeth and decided to go all in.
If he won, he would win back everything he had lost.
And then... there was no ’and then.’
At 9:30 p.m., less than an hour after entering the casino, Fujihara Yellow Hair walked out, the brisk wind blowing into his face, somewhat clearing his muddled mind.
He began to regret, thinking how great it would have been if he had left when he broke even. In his mind, he admonished himself: Next time, he must not be greedy.
Hmm, he had told himself the same thing last time.
Yellow Hair quickly calculated and realized to his shock that in just a few days he had taken tens of millions from the stolen loot in several instances, breaking into a cold sweat.
How... could it be so much?
For a moment, he was both fearful and racked with guilt.
Fearful because with so much money gone, his older brother would notice the dip in the bundle if he wasn’t blind.
Guilty because he had secretly taken money that belonged to everyone and lost it, which was utterly wrong.
No, he absolutely couldn’t let them find out.
With his mind racing, Yellow Hair made a rash decision to take a few more million and go back to the casino for one more gamble.
As long as he won back the lost money and put it back in the bag, he would really stop playing!
As he thought this, he waved down a taxi.
A taxi pulled up beside him.
Yellow Hair got into the backseat without looking and stated his destination, but he soon realized something was amiss—the taxi wasn’t going in the direction he had indicated.
"Hey! Where is this going? Stop the car!"
The driver was none other than Noda, and facing the shouts from the backseat, he replied very impatiently, "I’m taking you on a shortcut."
"No need! Pull over now!" Having done something underhanded, Yellow Hair didn’t dare trust the driver.
"Alright, alright! I’ll stop up ahead." Noda, worried that the other might try to seize the steering wheel, glanced through the rearview mirror at the white van following behind and pulled over on a quieter stretch of road. "Pay the fare."
Meanwhile, Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi, who had been tailing from behind, had already sensed something was wrong.
"That van has been following Fujihara."
"Quick, call our colleagues in the area for backup."
"Roger!"
The moment the taxi stopped, Fujihara Yellow Hair threw a few banknotes and immediately got out, intent on leaving, but the van screeched to a stop next to him, and two men jumped out without hesitation and lunged at him.
"Idiots! Who are you people!"
"Let go of me! Do you want to die!"
Caught off guard, Fujihara was pinned to the ground, both panicked and furious, struggling and shouting loudly.
"Quick! Get him in the car!"
Seeing a silver Corolla driving up from behind, Noda quickly urged his subordinates to move faster.
"What are you doing! Stop! Police!"
The Corolla came to a stop, and Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi rushed out, guns aimed at the group of people ahead and shouted.
Noda and his men froze on the spot in a moment of confusion.
Damn, the cops are tracking this kid tonight too.
At this moment, Noda felt as though he’d been screwed over by life itself, an inexplicable urge to cry welling up inside him.
Why is earning some money so damn hard?
"Everyone, put your hands up and squat on the ground!"
Asai Ayumi commanded with a cold voice.
"Big brother, what do we do?" One of the lackeys looked towards Noda, his forehead beading with sweat, "Do we fight?"
"What’s there to fight with, idiot?" Noda cursed, since because of a bank robbery, the streets were crawling with patrol police stopping and
Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded, "Of course, you haven’t committed a crime. At most, I can detain you for 24 hours."
Even though he suspected these four guys had apprehended Fujihara in an attempt to double-cross him, he truly lacked evidence.
"Alright! I’ll help out with this," Noda readily agreed, even somewhat eager.
He despised Fujihara and his gang to the bone!
It was all because these idiots had stolen his money.
Now so many complications had arisen out of nowhere.
Since he couldn’t get the money anyhow, the chance to get even with them was one he wouldn’t miss.
And at this moment, he sincerely wanted to help the police find the money and catch Fujihara’s other accomplices.
If I can’t have it, neither can you!