I am a writer in Tokyo

Moral condemnation is not silent. Compared with open abuse, such statements with personal insults are more likely to break defenses.

Seeing that Kitajima Koma and the others didn't say anything, the voices of the homeless people standing behind them gradually weakened, and finally became silent.

Wei Teng didn't realize that this would happen. He originally thought that his tracking was perfect and no one knew about it except himself.

Then he looked at the editor, who seemed to be the person he found himself.

I wanted to say something, but Mr. Matsuo shouted again.

Only then did he realize that he might be the one at the end of his rope.

He made a pause gesture, uttered the word "that", and then ran away in the astonished eyes of everyone.

Just run away like that?
By the time everyone realized what was happening, the figure had already disappeared from everyone's sight.

No one would have thought that this guy would just run away, just like no one expected that this guy would be someone who had just returned from abroad.

Boss Ito looked at his empty hands and felt as if his prey had escaped. He raised his head and looked at Koma, then at the lawyer who had rushed over from Osaka.

"So what we're going to do next..."

Everyone present wanted to know this question, and Mr. Matsuo demonstrated his professionalism as a lawyer. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's find the police."

"I think Mr. Kitajima could reveal his identity appropriately." Mr. Matsuo pursed his lips and adjusted the badge on his chest.

"In fact, it is more appropriate to let the police handle this matter. After all, it is their job." Mr. Matsuo fully demonstrated his professionalism as a lawyer. He looked around and finally turned his gaze back to Kitajima Koma and said seriously, "After all, sometimes you enjoy some privileges."

Although he did not specify, everyone present could hear clearly who he was talking about.

It's just the incident of Boss Ito being arrested. If it were Ju, it would be nothing.

Of course, later on, thanks to his identity as a writer, Ku was able to enter and exit the police station freely, which allowed him to complete this matter smoothly.

When Takehiro Kosaka heard the police being mentioned, he felt a little inexplicably guilty.

He always felt that if he got involved with those guys, he would encounter some bad things.

But it is obvious that not many people care about Takehiro Kosaka's feelings.

After the group returned to the Ito family tavern, Oshima Kazuya accompanied Koma to the police station.

What Mr. Matsuo said makes sense. Due to Koma's identity as a writer, the police station attaches great importance to him and directly promised that the writer's safety is their most important thing at the moment.

After filling out a bunch of forms, it was already seven o'clock in the evening when I returned to Ito's tavern.

The diners who came to dinner heard about what happened to Ju and said they would do their best to catch the bastard.

It seemed that every time something happened to Ju, the drunkards would always be filled with righteous indignation.

What they often say after drinking is that the tree in the courtyard grew up under their own eyes.

Just like the fireworks at a summer fireworks display, they are initially very mediocre, but after rising higher and higher with a sharp whistle, they finally bloom brilliantly.

It amazed all the people who looked up at the sky at this time.

It seems that as long as Koma is in the store, Ito family's wine sells especially well.

They will rack their brains to find every reason to toast, and will cheer together for every toast.

The party continued late into the night.

Until Matsuo made a suggestion.

“It is said that Tokyo is a place of extravagance and debauchery, but if we simply call this place extravagant and debauched, it seems that Tokyo is just like that.

I don’t approve of using this to mock people from Kansai.”

Mr. Matsuo's eyes were very serious, as if he was treating something very important.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed himself into a fighter against regional discrimination, fighting for Kansai.

Just as Oshima Kazuya was about to say something, Kosaka Takehiro suddenly said something.

"Ms. Matsuo wants to go to the Kabuki Hall, right?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Takehiro Kosaka, and then hit the young lawyer straight in the face.

In the end, relying on the cover of drunkenness, the young lawyer tried to make his words calmer.

"In fact, I'm just curious about what the so-called extravagance and decadence are like." He justified his words: "After all, we have come to Tokyo."

"I remember there's a street in Sapporo, right?"

Topics like this always spark discussion, and seeing Oshima Kazuya joining the discussion, the atmosphere became heated again.

“I haven’t been to Sapporo very often. What attracts me to Hokkaido is that the milk tastes good. Of course, skiing in winter is a very nice thing.

If you want to go there for that, you might as well come to Tokyo.

If you are willing to look for it in Shinsaibashi, you will always find some.”

Matsuo exhaled a breath of alcohol. He felt that his words were beginning to go off track, so he began to try to pull them back: "So I suggest that since it's still early, why don't we go see the real Tokyo."

Kabuki Theater Ichibangai is very famous, but it seems that no one here has ever been there.

Even the very knowledgeable Oshima Kazuya was full of desire to explore the unknown there.

"We were all drunk."

"You can take a taxi." Boss Ito said with a bit of envy. He naturally couldn't leave, even if he said that he wanted to order a gigolo to accompany him.

So he could only come up with a plan to solve the problem in his heart.

"The homeless guy?"

"I think we won't encounter it when we get there."

Everyone thought it made sense.

Soon, Boss Ito was standing alone at the bar, watching everyone leave.

He really wanted to do a seal applause, but his hands moved back and forth in the air several times, and in the end he could only rub his hands like a fly.

Ju never thought that he would do such a thing one day, or come to this place.

He was no stranger to Ginza, but the Kabuki Theater Ichibangai next to it with its flashing neon lights seemed a bit mysterious to him.

"I heard that the gigolos here make a lot of money." Mr. Matsuo joked while looking at Takehiro Kosaka.

"Then let's order a gigolo later?"

I don't know who followed suit and teased Matsuo.

But then they faced something.

That's the store they're going to. (End of this chapter)