Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

A "warning" phone call that was vague but enough to make people sweat.

In short, in the next few hours, those accounts that had previously been madly attacking "Meow Dream" began to delete negative comments and posts on a large scale, as if they had received a unified order.

Some marketing accounts even issued vague "apology statements," stating that their previous remarks were "unverified" and "misleading," and then quickly fell silent.

Like a duck with its neck strangled, the once-popular cyber attacks were forcibly cut off at the source.

at the same time.

The girl with blue hair and twintails picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The cold liquid slid down her throat, bringing a refreshing coolness.

Solving the immediate problem is only the first step. Next, it's time to consider how to carry out deeper revenge.

Xinghui Entertainment's stock price? Toyokawa Hidehiko's position in the family? Or...

He was immersed in the subsequent calculations when, at this moment, the indicator light of the encrypted communicator on the desktop suddenly flashed rapidly.

It was an urgent message from Ishikawa.

Jiujo Liansi frowned slightly and clicked on the message.

Just four words.

Kimura ran away

PS: This chapter is also 10,000, five in one.

Chapter 86: Cat and Maid Attack Each Other (1w)

"Kimura, ran away."

Ran?

This result was actually not completely beyond his expectations.

Although Kimura seems frivolous, he is actually very thoughtful.

It is unrealistic to want to completely trap such a person and lock him up for life.

With Kimura's connections and means, he will find an opportunity to escape from him sooner or later.

But...the timing chosen by the other party really made him a little annoyed.

He ran away just when he had just resolved a minor incident and was about to free up his hands to deal with Toyokawa Hidehiko, at the critical moment when he needed to mobilize resources from all sides...

Isn't it obvious that this was intentional?

Kujo Renji's fingertips tightened unconsciously, causing the handle of the coffee cup to make a slight creaking sound.

When Kimura was under his control, he had a huge network of resources accumulated over many years of operation in Tokyo.

- Those intricate personal connections, those channels hidden in the gray area, and those “dirty work” forces that can come in handy at critical moments.

Theoretically, he can make indirect calls by controlling Kimura.

This was an important trump card in his plan to fight against the huge power of the Toyokawa family.

And now, Kimura ran away.

This means that this trump card has become ineffective, at least in the short term.

He lost a lot of "means" and "power" that could have been used for no reason.

This is what really annoyed Kujo Renji.

It was not because of Kimura's escape itself, but because of the loss of resources and disrupted plans caused by this escape.

It's like... you had prepared a table full of delicious ingredients and were planning to make a banquet, but the chef ran away with half of the pots and pans, and also took away the most important seasonings.

Can you not be angry?

He took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and contacted Ishikawa through encrypted communication. His tone was indistinguishable from joy or anger:

"When did Kimura run away?"

Ishikawa on the other end of the phone had a hint of hesitation and subtle nervousness in his voice.

He hesitated for a moment before answering somewhat weakly:

"Based on the last time we confirmed he was still there... probably a day ago."

One day ago?!

The person who ran away a day ago is only found now?!

Jiujo Liansi's brows furrowed instantly, and a feeling of speechlessness surged in his heart.

He has always trusted Ishikawa's abilities, but he didn't expect such a low-level mistake to occur in the supervision of such a key person.

Ishikawa on the other end of the phone seemed to immediately realize the serious dereliction of duty revealed by his words.

He quickly explained, his tone full of obvious self-blame:

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Toyokawa, this was indeed my oversight! Kimura must have bribed the people who were responsible for guarding him. I have been handling affairs in Tokyo and have been unable to monitor the situation in Osaka in real time. I mainly understand Kimura's condition through regular reports from those guards... I didn't expect..."

His voice became lower and lower:

"I'm not trying to justify my negligence. This mistake is entirely my responsibility, and I'm willing to accept whatever punishment you impose."

Kujo Renji interrupted him halfway through listening with some helplessness.

It's no use pursuing responsibility now; the person is gone. Punish Ishikawa?

"okay."

His tone was a little tired and impatient:

"Just run away. As a living person, you can always find a chance to escape if you want."

He paused and changed the question: "Did he leave anything behind before he left?"

Given Kimura's personality, it's impossible for him to just slip away quietly. He would always leave something behind, be it a demonstration, a provocation, or... laying the groundwork for a new foreshadowing.

Ishikawa on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised by Kujo Renji's "magnanimity" and was stunned for a moment before answering:

"We found a note in his room."

"what?"

Ishikawa cleared his throat and read out the contents of the note:

"'I had a lot of fun playing games in Osaka. I look forward to seeing Ms. Toyokawa again in Tokyo.'"

Having read this, Ishikawa paused, his tone becoming even more strange and hesitant:

"There's one more sentence..."

"explain."

"'By the way, I also left a small 'gift' for Ms. Toyokawa... I hope you like it.'"

Gift?

Upon hearing these two words, an uneasy premonition suddenly emerged in Kujo Liansi's heart!

Kimura's so-called gift, combined with the timing of his escape, and the meaningful words "See you in Tokyo".

Think about the trouble the other person may bring to you.

Kujo Renji suddenly felt a little regretful.

Shouldn't I let him go so easily?

.......

The provocative note left by Kimura and the vague "gift" made Kujo Renji a little depressed.

However, contrary to his expectations, this so-called "gift" did not appear in front of him immediately in a dramatic and sudden manner as he had feared.

The days passed one by one, and everything was calm, as if Kimura's escape and message were really just a bad joke before leaving, just to annoy him.

Of course, Kujo Renji would never really think so.

He knew very well how cunning and forbearing Kimura was. He knew that the "gift" might be quietly brewing in some unknown corner, waiting for the most appropriate and deadly moment to explode.

He strengthened his own vigilance and asked Ishikawa and others to secretly increase their monitoring of abnormal movements in all aspects of Tokyo.

At the same time, Ave Mujica, having finished its final performance in Osaka, returned to Tokyo with great success.

In midsummer Tokyo, the heat has not yet completely dissipated, and the afternoon sun is still scorching, shining through layers of green leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the asphalt road.

The air was filled with the chirping of cicadas and the faint smell of heat.

Although the tour plan ended successfully and there are no new performance arrangements for the time being, the band's growing fame, the continued popularity on the Internet, and the clear but strict future development strategy formulated by Kujo Renji still make every member of the band feel an invisible pressure.

Especially the online storm that happened to Yutenji Wakamu not long ago. Although it came and went quickly, it was eventually resolved by Kujo Renji in an almost crushing manner.

But there is no doubt that this incident sounded a wake-up call to all members who were immersed in the joy of "success".

They are being pushed onto a bigger, more complex and more dangerous stage.

The "enemies" they will face, whether from the oppression of commercial competition or from the deeper darkness that they do not yet understand, will be beyond their imagination in the past.

And the "unveiling" of Wakamu Yutenji is not only a successful performance gimmick, but also a clear signal, a "beginning" that cannot be turned back.

It indicates that the masks on their faces will eventually be taken off one by one.

Every member will have his or her own moment of trial under the spotlight.

At this moment, five figures are gathered in Ave Mujica's exclusive rehearsal room.

The rehearsal room has excellent sound insulation, isolating the outside noise and heat.

The air conditioning was on full blast, bringing a crisp, fresh air. A few guitars and basses stood against the wall, a drum kit, covered in dust sheets, sat quietly in a corner, and keyboards and synthesizers were neatly arranged on stands.

There were a few pieces of sheet music and papers with notes scattered on the ground.

The entire space was filled with the unique metallic and wooden scent of musical instruments, mixed with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Although it was indoors, the bright sunlight outside the window still filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting several narrow, dazzling strips of light on the dark carpet, reminding people that it was still a scorching summer day outside.

Just then, the door of the rehearsal room was pushed open.

Kujo Renji walked in, holding a plastic bag with a convenience store logo printed on it. The bag made a slight "rustling" sound as he moved, and one could vaguely see that it was filled with various drinks, with fine water droplets condensed on the bottles.

He walked to the center of the room and placed the bag on the floor.

"Rehydrate before rehearsal."

The bag was filled with an assortment of iced sodas and juices—classic marble soda in glass bottles, refreshingly packaged fruit-flavored sodas, and several bottles of healthy-looking low-sugar oolong tea.

Obviously everyone's tastes are taken into consideration.

Sanjiao Chuhua, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa flipping through the music score, immediately lit up his eyes.

She put down the music sheet and was just about to open her arms as usual and thank "Xiaoxiang" for his thoughtfulness in a sweet voice.

However, someone is one step faster than her!

"Wow! Soda! And it's iced! Xiaoxiang, you're so kind!"

Yutenji Wakamai, who was lying on the drum stool listlessly, suddenly revived with full health on the spot as if a spring was installed!

She rushed to the bag and picked up a bottle of steaming peach-flavored soda. An exaggerated expression of happiness, like she had been fed, appeared on her face, and her voice was cloyingly sweet:

"Woo woo woo~ It's so hot outside, and I'm thirsty! Xiaoxiang, you're my savior! You're so thoughtful! Are you an angel?!"

She held the soda in her hand and almost gave Kujo Renji a 360-degree spin to flatter him.

Chu Hua, who was about to express his gratitude at the time, was stunned by the exaggerated and flattering attitude, and even felt a little... ashamed?

Hai Ling just walked over silently, took out a bottle of oolong tea from the bag, and nodded slightly to Jiujo Liansi as a token of gratitude.

Mu Ze still didn't react, but his gaze seemed to linger on those colorful beverage bottles for a second.

Kujo Renji ignored Ruomai's overly enthusiastic performance and just gestured for everyone to help themselves.

The addition of these iced drinks instantly gave the rehearsal room a sense of relaxation and a cool summer atmosphere.

The soft "sizzle" sound when unscrewing the bottle cap, the crisp sound of ice cubes colliding in the glass, and the satisfied sighs of the girls as they sipped, intertwined together, temporarily diluting the invisible pressure in the air.

After a short break, Kujo Renji clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet and get down to business.

"Regarding the next plan..."