Tomohiko Uesugi hummed a nursery rhyme he learned in music class at school as he pushed the head of the debtor in front of him into the sea water.
He took a deep breath, and the last bit of the cigarette in his mouth burned out, leaving only a cigarette butt.
Uesugi Tomohiko threw away the cigarette butt and lifted the debtor's head out of the sea.
The butt of the cigarette fell into the sea water, the faint red light rose and fell, and finally sank into the water and was completely extinguished.
The debtor I dealt with this time was a rather stubborn person. To put it bluntly, he was a tough-talking gambler.
This actually aroused Uesugi Tomohiko's interest. After all, it would be too boring for someone to surrender as soon as he came up. How could he have fun?
"How's it going? Have you made your choice?" Uesugi Tomohiko grabbed the debtor's hair, slapped him twice, and asked with a smile, "Sell your organs or go to the ring?"
"I don't choose either." The debtor said sternly, with his face already slapped into a pig's head, "Just wait, I am a member of the trauma team, and the implanted biochip will report to them, even if It was you who released the electromagnetic interference. When I contacted you regularly and I didn’t reply, they must come to save me.”
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Uesugi Tomohiko laughed and said, "What can we do in the Yakuza? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the first one. If you are really still a member of the trauma team, or can still afford those professional lawyers, I promise to turn around and leave, and I will pay you a generous shock fee, and maybe even cut off two fingers."
"But are you?" Uesugi Tomohiko's face instantly turned cold. "You are just a gambler, a loser who has no control and gambled away his promising full-time employee position in a giant company."
Tomohiko Uesugi slapped the debtor's head to the ground, causing his face to rub against the rough cement floor. He listened to the debtor's screams, and his mood gradually became happy. He felt nervous for many days at night. Soothing with the satisfaction of his disgusting villainy.
But the debtor on the ground still didn't let up. He was the kind of person whose genetic mutation gave him a good carbon-based brain, allowing him to become a problem solver and finally enter a giant enterprise. There is still no problem with his IQ.
He knew very well that if he agreed, whether it was to enter the ring or sell his organs, he would be completely ruined and there would never be a chance of recovery. But if he persisted and the Yakuza lost interest and let him go today, then he would still There is the possibility of raising money to pay off debts.
——When the Jidao leaves, I must go to the casino to gamble back the money to pay off the debt.
——It was just my bad luck before. It will definitely not be like this next time.
The debtor still clings to his disgusting idea of a gambler who deserves to be scorned, hoping to rely on the gambling table to turn things around, but he doesn't know that it was the gambling table that brought him to this situation.
Uesugi Tomohiko vaguely guessed the debtor's thoughts, and his bad taste caused an idea to appear in his mind.
"Let's make a bet." Uesugi Tomohiko let go of the hand holding the debtor's head, reached out and took out a butterfly knife that he had carried since he was a little gangster, and held it skillfully Daohua, "As long as you complete the bet, I will make the decision and cancel all your debts."
Speaking of gambling, the debtor immediately became excited, his face no longer hurt, and he became excited. However, due to the intimidation of the Jida, he still asked uneasily: "Really? You won't lie. Me?"
"Of course, I am very particular about people, and the most important thing is to keep my word." Uesugi Tomohiko turned around and asked, "You think so, right? Utsumi."
"Of course, Wakatou's reputation is well-known. As long as he promises, he will basically come true." Utsumi, standing behind Yamamoto, replied very naturally.
"What's the bet?"
"It's very simple." Tomohiko Uesugi stopped holding his sword and took out a coin from his pocket, "I toss the coin ten times, and I will cut off one of your fingers if the heads are on the heads, but not on the tails. If you can do it ten times, Even if you finish tossing the coins and don’t let out a single scream, even if you succeed, I will forgive your debts and pay your medical expenses for the regeneration of your severed limbs.”
"But if you fail, I will default to the option of selling all your organs." Uesugi Tomohiko patted the debtor's face with the cold blade, "What do you think?"
"Okay, I agree!" The debtor's gambler nature kicked in. He subconsciously believed that he would win the bet, which made him agree to the bet without much thought.
"Then I'll start tossing." Uesugi Tomohiko tossed the coin with a smirk on his face.
The coin falls, heads.
"What a pity, it's the front." Tomohiko Uesugi said in the exaggerated tone of a comedian on the show, and the butterfly knife in his hand began to dance again.
The debtor looked at the blades that kept flashing in front of his eyes, and his uneasiness continued to rise, almost defeating him and resigning.
In the end, under the cutting of the blade, the debtor's self-control, which he had overestimated countless times, was not enough to keep him from screaming. Just the cutting off of the first finger made him scream like a killing pig. screams.
"You lost." Uesugi Tomohiko wiped the blood on the butterfly knife with the debtor's clothes, patted his face with the blade, and said with a smile.
——It’s so boring. Even though I don’t have the ability, I accepted a bet that was basically impossible to complete.
——But I have seen too many people like this. Almost none of the debtors I have dealt with can complete the bet.
——Oh, there is still one.
Tomohiko Uesugi thought of Genya, the debtor who interested him.
——But even if he completes the bet, he can't escape my control.
——After all, my debt collection success rate is 100%.
"I'll leave the rest to you." Uesugi Tomohiko ordered Utsumi who was standing behind him.
"Understood, I will personally take him to the clinic and watch his organs being cut off." Utsumi nodded.
Uesugi Tomohiko crossed the inland sea and walked to the roadside, where a bulletproof car had been waiting for him. Next to the car, stood his old friend Sato for many years.
"Are you all ready?" Uesugi Tomohiko asked Sato. He could only rest assured that he could only leave this kind of thing to him, a trusted old friend.
"Everything is ready." Sato nodded, "A total of eight power armors are ready, four are intact and in full condition, and four have outer armor damaged, but they have also been repaired with inferior materials. It’s an emergency repair, but it’s still barely usable.”
"That's enough." Uesugi Tomohiko patted Sato's shoulder, "I want to use it now. You tell the operator to gather at the location I told them before."
"Okay, I will inform you." Sato responded and said with some trepidation, "I know what you are going to do, but that young man named Yuanye, can you spare his life?"
"Oh?" Uesugi Tomohiko became interested, "Why did you ask for a favor for him?"
"I'm ashamed to say that my granddaughter is hanging out with him. I don't want to make her sad." Sato said hesitantly, "It's a piece of cake for you anyway, isn't it?"
"I didn't know about this."
"That guy hid it well."
"I remember, didn't you sever ties with your son?" Tomohiko Uesugi thought of Sato's family situation and asked, "Why did you think of helping your granddaughter?"
"You don't have children yet. If you do, you will understand." Sato smiled bitterly, "I can't bear it all the time. I just rely on the stubbornness of an old man to maintain my decision."
"Since you have begged for mercy, I will try to be merciful." Uesugi Tomohiko waved his hand, ended the topic, got into the car and drove away.
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