Chapter 982 He Is Not My Younger Brother (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

In the bright room, Busushima Kiriko looked at the monitor on the screen with sinister eyes.

Since the death of the previous president, she had worked hard to get into the position of president a month ago. Before she could enjoy the privileges of the president, she received an ultimatum from the new group.

Or rather

An ultimatum from Fujiwara Daizu.

In fact, Busujima Kiriko knew that the Nissenkai could not be her opponent in the new group, so she put herself in the right position. Instead of fighting to the death, she might as well submit to Fujiwara Daizu. In this way, at least she would still be the president.

"Sister, they have arrived at the stairs."

The younger brother poked his head in from outside the door and said.

Turning off the screen, Busujima Kiriko covered her dark golden curls and checked the instrument in the mirror on the table to confirm that it was correct.

He glanced at the small doors on both sides of the office and lit a cigarette.

Just like the Mud Party, there has been a lot of chaos within the new group recently. Everyone is competing for Akutsu Shinichiro's 'legacy'. Fujiwara Daisu is not the only one Wakatou who wants to win over Busujima Kiriko. She has many choices.

Be more thorough.

Even if there was an accident with Fujiwara Daizu on the Mud Council's territory today, she would be able to escape unscathed.

Although she was the only one in the office, there were 30 underlings ambushing her in the small rooms on both sides. With just one order, the underlings would rush out and shoot Fujiwara Daizu into a sieve. Her room was completely soundproofed. Yes, once they get the firearms in the hands of Fujiwara Daizu and his younger brothers, the remaining people won't be anything to worry about.

But this is a helpless move. As long as Fujiwara Daizu is not so aggressive and offers conditions that she is satisfied with, everything will be easy to negotiate.

"Brother Fujiwara!"

The greetings from the younger brothers came from outside the door. Busushima Kiriko sat up straight, opened the drawer on the side, took out a silenced pistol, and placed it between her legs.

Click

The door opened, and the gray-haired Daizu Fujiwara walked in with a few people. Most of the younger brothers stayed outside. Conversations between the bosses usually need to be kept confidential, not to mention that the office cannot accommodate so many people.

Seeing Fujiwara Daizu with a strange little boy, Busushima Kiriko was a little surprised. As far as she knew.

Fujiwara Daizu has no children.

Compared to the little boy, the two men and two women following Fujiwara Daizu looked much more normal.

"Mr. Fujiwara, welcome to the Mud Conference."

Busujima Kiriko picked up the sake that had been prepared on the table and handed it to Fujiwara Daizu with both hands.

As the president of the affiliated gang, she personally greeted him, which was considered to be a sufficient expression of respect.

Belmod took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then sat on the sofa before he could speak.

Wow.

Sakaki and others took their seats one after another, looking nothing like their younger brothers.

Busujima Kiriko was stunned for a moment, looked at Bermod, and saw that she had no reaction. She shook her head, returned to her desk, picked up the cigarette she had lit before and took a puff:

"Since I took up the post of president, I haven't had time to visit Mr. Fujiwara in person. It's really because there are many things going on in the association, and there are many rude things. Please forgive me. I wonder if Mr. Fujiwara is here today. What do you want to teach me?"

"Two things."

Fujiwara Daizu has always had a resolute character, very similar to Belmod:

"One, hand over the prisoner who shot Domon Yasuki."

"Second, I want to get the business details of the conference in recent years, including the ledger."

Asking for business details means interfering in the internal affairs of the conference and paying dividends in the industry. Shinichiro Akutsu also did this at the beginning, and Kiriko Busushima was not surprised.

but

"I don't understand what Mr. Fujiwara means."

Busushima Kiriko frowned, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes became deeper:

"What prisoner shot Domon Yasuki?"

"At 4:38 this afternoon, Yasuki Domon was shot and assassinated while giving a propaganda speech at the Shinjuku subway entrance."

Belmode said calmly:

"The media has already blown it up. President Busushima should know about this."

"Of course, what I don't understand is why Mr. Fujiwara would suspect that the criminal who shot the gun was from Nissenkai."

Busujima Kiriko immediately denied it. She couldn't understand Fujiwara Daizu's thoughts. Was she planning to make a show of force against the Nissenkai or did she have other plans?

"A few months ago, the previous president of Nican was hospitalized due to an acute illness and eventually died. The reason you gave was that Tumon Yasuhui's attack on the underworld forces caused the chairman of the subsidiary company to abscond with the money, blaming Tumen for the fault. Men Kanghui, and you who were the first to stand up and threaten to avenge the president have gained the most support. "

After touching Conan's head, Belmod smiled slightly:

"For this reason, Ni Shenhui launched an action of revenge against Yasuhiro Domon and carried out the first assassination two months ago. After the failure, he denied the relationship with the person involved. The police did not have enough evidence and the matter was left unresolved."

"Until a month ago, Watanuki Tatsuzo, who competed with you for the position of president, was arrested and imprisoned for murder. Candidate 3 was eliminated and candidate 2 was eliminated, and you successfully became president."

"But you have spoken harsh words before and vowed to make Domon Yasuhiro pay the price. In order to further integrate the internal forces of Ni Shenhui, you planned a second assassination operation, right?"

Belmode glanced at Busujima Kiriko lightly, and the emotionless gaze made Busijima Kiriko's breath stagnant, as if she was naked in front of Fujiwara Daizu, and her family tree had been seen through.

It would have been impossible to reach this point without careful investigation.

What on earth does he want to do?

Are you blackmailing yourself with this matter?

Busujima Kiriko's originally calm mood suddenly became a lot messier. Fujiwara Daizu cut in from an angle she had not expected, causing the layers of barriers she had carefully built to collapse instantly.

Fujiwara Daizu

What a terrible man.

Busujima Kiriko put away her last trace of luck and her eyes turned completely cold:

"so what?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, even if I instigated this matter, it should be investigated by the police, not you."

"We are both members of the underworld. Isn't it too much to threaten us with such despicable means?"

"Pfft!"

Hearing this, Sakaki Cheng, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally couldn't help laughing, and everyone looked at him.

"why are you laughing?!"

Busujima Kiriko, who was already furious, scolded:

"Is it your turn to speak here?!"

"Sorry, sorry, I really didn't mean it."

Seeing that the other party was furious, Sakaki's face straightened and he said:

"I was just thinking about it"

"You said that you are a moderate gang leader after all, and yet you made such childish threats. Isn't it a bit too naive?"

"The world of intrigues is one of jungle and strong. I only used a small provocation. Before my ultimate move was activated, you used all your moves at once. You really can't blame me for being less funny."

"you!!!"

Busujima Kiriko slapped the table and stood up, glaring at Belmod.

"Don't look at me."

Belmode said calmly:

"He is not my little brother, I can't control him."