Tokyo Sick Girlfriend

Chapter 218 Despair
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Upon seeing the message, Fujikawa Shunpei narrowed his eyes, stopped turning off his phone, opened the message, and called the other party directly.

The unfamiliar call was answered immediately, and Fujikawa Shunpei said coldly:
"who are you?"

"Huh? Who am I? Can't you tell? Producer Fujikawa, oh... I shouldn't call you that anymore, I should call you Fujikawa Scum, since you're about to go to jail, hahaha..."

The woman laughed freely on the phone.

Upon hearing the other person's voice, Fujikawa Shunpei's eyes widened. He immediately recognized who it was, having even met the person a few days prior.

"Hashimoto Moeko?"

He lost his voice and said:

"What the hell are you trying to do, you bastard?!"

Sensing the other person's emotional outburst, Hashimoto Moeko laughed even harder on the phone:

"Huh? What am I supposed to do? I didn't do anything, I just want you dead, haha... How does this feel? How does it feel to lose everything? Didn't you always care about your status, family, and reputation? Now you have none of that, how is it? Isn't it painful? Hahaha..."

"madman!"

Fujikawa Shunpei cursed through gritted teeth.

"Crazy? I've been crazy for a long time! Now you know how I felt when I miscarried?"

Hashimoto Moeko's voice was laced with a sob as she sneered.

Fujikawa Shunpei had no time to care what Hashimoto Moeko was thinking. If Hashimoto were in front of him right now, he would only want to strangle her.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and questioned:

"If you're not capable of doing this, then who did it?"

Newspapers, online public opinion, gathering evidence, filing a police report...

Hashimoto Moeko absolutely has no ability to do these things; there must be someone who wants to kill her.

He desperately wanted to know who the other person was, hoping there might be room for negotiation...

However, upon hearing his words, Hashimoto Moeko said:
"Hehe, you want to know? Beg me, beg me, and I'll tell you, okay?"

"..."

Fujikawa Shunpei's lips moved. At that moment, he felt as if his heart was being gripped by two hands, making him feel suffocated and dizzy. He swallowed hard and said with difficulty:

"I... I beg you..."

Upon hearing this, Hashimoto Moeko's laughter on the phone became even more manic.

"Haha...Do you think I'd tell you? You just wait to go to jail, I'll be waiting for you when you get out, okay? Ten years, right? You won't die, I'll come pick you up then, hehehe..."

"You bastard! You idiot! You bitch!"

Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information from the other party, Fujikawa Shunpei vented his anger by cursing a few times before hanging up the phone and turning it off.

He didn't dare take the elevator, so he quickly walked down the stairs, then hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address of a company.

Hope it's useful.

It'll be alright...

Fujikawa Shunpei prayed all the way, but his anxious heart grew more and more urgent as his heartbeat quickened.

We arrived at a villa in the suburbs at four o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was beginning to set, and reddish light streaked across the buildings.

Fujikawa Shunpei swallowed hard and went inside. He greeted the man in a suit and cigarette on the first floor, took out two 10,000-yen bills from his wallet, handed them over, and forced a smile, saying:

"Hello, I need to see President Fugaku."

"Ok?"

The man glanced at the banknotes in his hand, slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then snatched the wallet from his hand. Dark blue tattoos peeked out from the man's collar and sleeves.

He took out a small stack of banknotes, then turned to look at the woman at the front desk, tossed her two 10,000 yen notes, and winked at her.

The woman nodded, picked up the landline, and dialed a number.

"Yes, President, someone wants to see you."

"The other person's name is..."

Hearing this, the woman cut off the conversation, looked at Fujikawa Shunpei impatiently, and opened her red lips to say, "Hey, what's your name?"

Being bossed around by the receptionist, Fujikawa Shunpei didn't dare to show any impatience. He smiled and said:

"Fujikawa Shunpei, President Fugaku has met me before."

Upon hearing this, the woman respectfully spoke into the phone again, and after hanging up, she said to Fujikawa Shunpei:
"The president is on the top floor; he wants you to go up there."

"Yes."

Fujikawa Shunpei bowed respectfully, but just as he was about to take a step forward, he was stopped by the man.

"Wait a moment."

Fujikawa Toshihiro's expression froze for a moment, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man squat down and begin searching him.

After the body search, he took the elevator upstairs.

Upon reaching the top floor, several men in suits stood in the corridor, and ukiyo-e paintings hung on the walls.

After passing through several security checks, he finally reached the end, reached out and pulled open the heavy wooden door, inside which sat several women dressed in kimonos and with glamorous makeup.

Fujikawa Shunpei glanced at him but didn't dare look any longer. He looked at a man in a loose-fitting kimono sitting at the long table.

Upon seeing him enter, Masaki Fugaku nodded to him and then asked directly:

"Producer Fujikawa, what brings you here?"

As he spoke, he poured himself a cup of tea, moved to the opposite side, and gestured for the other person to sit down.

Fujikawa Shunpei sat down respectfully, drank the hot tea in one gulp, and then spoke:

"President Fugaku, I've encountered a small problem..."

After explaining the situation to the other party, Fujikawa Shunpei took out a bank card from inside his clothes and pushed it over. He placed his hands on his thighs, lowered his forehead to the level of the wooden table, and said respectfully:
"That's the situation. Please, President Fugaku, save me. There are 200 million yen in here, and the PIN is on the back of the card..."

Masaki Fugaku, vice president of the Tokyo yakuza Futabasha branch.

Fujikawa Shunpei understood very well that the enemy was in the dark while he was in the light, and it was impossible to find out who wanted to kill him through normal means.

At this moment, going through Masaki Fugaku is the best solution he can find.

Fugaku Masaki glanced at the bank card on the table, gestured to the woman beside him to accept it, then thought for a moment and looked at Fujikawa Shunpei, saying:

"Who did you offend?"

"Uh... I don't know. I only have a few clues right now. Could you please help me find Hashimoto Moeko first? It's this person..."

Fujikawa Shunpei turned on his phone and saw a long list of missed calls. He quickly switched the phone to Do Not Disturb mode and then showed the other person a photo of Hashimoto Moeko.

After glancing at the other person, Masaki Fugaku said again:

"Finding her is all it takes? It's not that simple, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Fujikawa Shunpei twitched the corner of his mouth, then handed over a bank card and gave the card number.

Fugaku nodded, but said:

“I might not be able to help you. I’ll call the president in a bit. You wait here…” “Sachiko, go find this person for him and bring him over.”

"Yes."

A woman named Sachiko picked up Fujikawa Shunpei's phone and then went outside.

As Fujikawa Shunpei watched Fugaku Masaki walk into the cubicle, his heart leaped into his throat, and his palms sweated with nervousness.

Time passed slowly, and he felt increasingly parched and his chest felt tight. Time seemed to have slowed down, and he was suffering terribly.

A few minutes later, Fugaku Masaki sat back down, and Fujikawa Shunpei looked up at him with expectant eyes.

"The president said he'll ask around and see what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Fujikawa Shunpei seemed to have received a pardon, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

As long as the company president is willing to intervene, there shouldn't be any major problems.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxed, and his stiff shoulders unconsciously slumped down.

However, the next moment, he remembered where he was, and quickly sat up straight respectfully, and began to chat with Fugaku Masaki about the tea ceremony.

Fujikawa Shunpei was naturally a good conversationalist, and his flattery flowed effortlessly, making Fugaku Masaki very happy. He then talked about what had happened to him this time, expressing his righteous indignation that it was all a frame-up.

Nearly an hour later, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. Fujikawa Shunpei shut his mouth and subconsciously turned his head to look at the door.

'Shuh! '

The wooden door was pulled open.

‘Poof! ’

Hashimoto Moeko fell onto the tatami mat. Her hands and feet were bound with rope, and her mouth was covered with black tape. She looked up and was stunned when she saw Fujikawa Shunpei. Then, hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Yes, I've brought the person over to you. Ask him yourself..."

Fugaku said something, then slowly picked up his teacup and blew on it gently to cool it down.

"Thank you, President."

Fujikawa Shunpei thanked her, then walked up to Hashimoto Moeko and ripped the tape off her mouth.

As the tape was ripped off, Hashimoto Moeko smiled silently at him, her expression full of the satisfaction of revenge.

Fujikawa Shunpei grabbed her chin and asked coldly:

"Who did it?"

"Pah! You're going to die!"

Fujikawa Shunpei froze when someone spat on his face. He wiped it off, glared at her, and raised his hand to slap her.

A clear red mark immediately appeared on Hashimoto Moeko's face, but she sneered at him.

"..."

Seeing this, Fujikawa Shunpei showed no mercy and began to beat her with his fists and feet...

A few minutes later, Hashimoto Moeko curled up on the ground, enduring the pain, and opened her mouth to say:

"I said……"

"Yes, Hojo, Hojo Shione..."

Upon hearing this unexpected name, Fujikawa Shunpei's eyes widened in surprise, thinking he had misheard, and he couldn't help but ask:
"what?!"

"Ahem... I only told, ahem, Hojo Shione about this..."

Fujikawa Shunpei's eyelids twitched, and his brows furrowed.

He couldn't figure out what grudge he had against Hojo Shione that would make her treat him like this...

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he subconsciously touched his right cheek.

The image of Shiratori Seiya flashed into my mind.

Fujikawa Shunpei immediately understood, turned around and looked at Fugaku, saying:
"President, could you please help me investigate these two people again, Hojo Shione and Shiratori Seiya..."

Fugaku Masaki nodded and then called the woman named Sachiko again.

However, not long after the woman left, the phone next door suddenly rang.

Masaki Fugaku glanced at it, then got up to answer the phone.

Knowing that this was probably about him, Fujikawa Shunpei couldn't help but tilt his head to look inside. His eyes were full of hope, but on the other hand, he was thinking about how to kill Shiratori Seiya.

Hojo Shione is notorious and difficult to deal with, but Shiratori Seiya is not famous, and the few songs he has released are all anonymous. Even if he were killed and dumped in Tokyo Bay, no one would care...

Thinking this, he turned to look at Hashimoto Moeko and grinned maliciously:
"Heh, you think I'm going to die? Stupid woman."

"..."

Hashimoto Moeko was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. Her chest heaved, and she glared at him hatefully, tears streaming down her face.

A few minutes later, Masaki Fugaku came out of the cubicle. However, compared to before, his complexion was obviously not as good. His brows were furrowed and his forehead was covered with wrinkles.

Fujikawa Shunpei sensed something ominous, and a wave of panic washed over him. He couldn't help but say:
"How is President Fugaku...?"

Fugaku Masaki glanced at him and frowned, saying:
"I can't help you. Good luck to you."

Upon hearing this, Fujikawa Shunpei froze for two seconds, his pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"what?!"

It let out a startled cry like a duck.

"You go."

Seeing the other person's terrified expression, Fugaku Masaki gestured for him to leave.

The woman beside him immediately stood up, revealing her arm covered in blue dragon tattoos, and pulled him outside.

"No...why, President Fugaku, President Fugaku, you have to save me..."

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this, Hashimoto Moeko couldn't help but laugh again, letting out a piercing laugh.

"Shut up."

Fugaku Masaki waved for someone to take Hashimoto Moeko away, then looked at Fujikawa Shunpei, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and felt both sorry for him and amused.

If this had happened last year, we could have found a scapegoat to salvage the situation, but not this time. The president's newly promoted councilor in October is preparing to target Fujikawa Shunpei, who happens to be a producer with a reputation. New officials are always eager to make a splash, and Fujikawa is the perfect candidate to boost the company's performance.

However, seeing the other party's pitiful appearance, and since they had already received money from him, it wouldn't be right not to do anything.

He beckoned to the woman beside him and whispered a few words in her ear.

The woman nodded and followed the two men who were pulling Fujikawa Shunpei out of the room.

As they reached the corner of the corridor, she pulled a gleaming silver pistol from her sleeve, tossed it in front of him, and said:
"Mr. Fujikawa, the president wants you to take care of yourself."

After saying that, she threw down another note and then turned and left.

Fujikawa Shunpei leaned weakly against the wall, his eyes unfocused, a feeling of despair welling up inside him.

A moment later, he picked up the note in front of him, unfolded it, and after reading its contents, gripped the gleaming silver pistol tightly, a look of madness in his eyes.

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(End of this chapter)