diymy Chapter 108 Search Warrant [28th Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 108 Search Warrant [28th Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Chapter 108 Search Warrant [28th Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets]
The air in the courtyard suddenly froze.
Masakazu Yamada turned around and looked at the suddenly appearing Taki Hanayama, his expression not exactly pleasant.
Kenta Sasaki instinctively held his breath.
国税局。
They actually tracked us all the way here.
They arrived only one step later than them.
Hanayama-in Taki stood at the door, his gaze sweeping lightly over Yamada Masakazu, Arima Kishou, Kiryu Yaya, and others, finally settling on Kajiwara Masazō's face.
"President Kajiwara."
He took out his identification from his pocket, his tone almost polite.
"Osaka National Tax Bureau. We need to conduct further investigations into your company and related individuals regarding the tax inquiry."
Kajiwara Masazō's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
But he quickly reverted to his scoundrel-like demeanor, even letting out a snort of laughter.
"The IRS is here too?"
"I really have a lot of face today."
He raised his hand and pointed inside the house.
"But let me make this clear first, this place isn't mine."
"The apartment I gave to women when I was rich has long since become irrelevant to me."
"You all came here one by one, you don't actually think I've hidden something in a woman's house, do you?"
Hanayama-in Taki listened without even changing his expression.
Whether it matters or not is not up to you to decide.
"We will make our own judgment."
After he finished speaking, he turned slightly to the side.
Four IRS officers immediately stepped forward from behind.
One of them took out a document to confirm Matsushita Saeko's identity, while the other began to explain the scope and basis of the on-site inspection.
Masakazu Yamada stood to the side, his face completely darkening.
The situation he least wanted to see still happened.
Once the IRS personnel enter the premises, the banks can only watch helplessly.
Because they do not have the right to search.
All the banks can do is demand explanations, collect debts, request cooperation, and initiate civil preservation procedures.
But the IRS is different.
They came with investigative authority.
Hanayama-in Taki didn't even glance at Yamada Masakazu, simply saying naturally, "Section Chief Yamada, my apologies. Official duties take precedence."
The tone was very calm.
Beneath the calm surface lies an almost innate strength.
Masakazu Yamada gritted his teeth and could only nod with a cold face.
"Please go ahead."
The next moment, IRS personnel dispersed into the room.
Living room, bedroom, study, kitchen, storage room, storage cabinets under the stairs, second-floor walk-in closet, under the bed, mirrored cabinet by the washbasin —
Everything began to be systematically examined.
There were no scenes of violently smashing things.
But precisely because of their professional movements and steady rhythm, the atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive.
The sounds of papers turning, drawers being pulled open, and cabinet doors closing—each sound struck a chord in people's hearts.
Saeko Matsushita stood at the edge of the living room, her face growing paler and paler, her hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.
Kajiwara Masazō, however, remained standing in the same spot, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking even more relaxed than she did.
He even had the nerve to sneer.
"Investigate."
"Check anything."
"Anyway, I already said that this place has nothing to do with me."
Kenta Sasaki clenched his fists, muttering under his breath, "That old bastard—"
Arima Kishou stood beside him, his voice equally low.
"Don't act impulsively."
He frowned slightly as he looked at the National Tax Service personnel who were conducting the search, and said to Kiryu Yaya, "Kiryu-kun, we're in trouble now."
"The IRS has search rights, but we don't."
"They found a bankbook, a seal, and an insurance policy, and now they can move on to the next step."
"And all we can do is stand here and watch."
No one responded to these words.
Because that's reality.
Banks are not as powerful as outsiders imagine when dealing with debtors.
Especially before there is formal preservation, judgment, or enforcement.
Often, so-called debt collection really can only rely on talking, forcing, pressuring, and waiting for the other party to reveal their weaknesses.
Masakazu Yamada stood to the side, his gaze almost never leaving the hands of the National Tax Agency investigators.
He was afraid too.
They were afraid that the next second they would pull out a bankbook from some drawer, or a stack of payment documents that could prove that Kajiwara Masazō had actually controlled the apartment.
In that case, although the bank could also benefit from some clues, it would completely lose its dominant position.
Kazan-in Taki stood in the middle of the living room with his hands behind his back, watching with a smile on his face.
His gaze occasionally swept over Kajiwara Masazo, occasionally landed on Matsushita Saeko's face, but most of the time, he was looking at the cabinets and drawers that were being opened repeatedly.
Kiryu Yaya remained silent throughout the entire process.
He watched quietly as the people from Huashan Institute searched each room one by one.
She also glanced at Kajiwara Masazo's feigned relaxed face and Matsushita Saeko's increasingly pale expression.
Suddenly, he smiled.
Because he knew the true composition of Hara Shozo's assets better than anyone else present.
Anonymous Swiss bank accounts, real estate held in nominee names, parking lots under relatives' names, spot gold —
There's almost nothing you can find here.
Unless Kajiwara Masazō was stupid enough to hide those thirty-six kilograms of gold in this house.
And this apartment in Abeno may indeed be valuable.
But as Kajiwara Shozo said, the house is registered under Matsushita Saeko's name and has nothing to do with him.
Let alone banks, even the IRS would find it very difficult to seize such items.
Just then, an IRS clerk came out of the bedroom carrying a file folder.
Masakazu Yamada's heart jumped into his throat almost immediately: "Damn it, could it be—"
Seeing this, Hanayama-in Taki's smile widened.
But when the clerk opened it, all that was inside were a few utility bills, a warranty from the renovation company, and a furniture delivery confirmation.
Hanayama Inoki's face froze instantly.
On the contrary, Masakazu Yamada and Kenta Sasaki breathed a sigh of relief.
There is still hope as long as the IRS hasn't found the evidence.
Hanayama-in Taki snorted: "Continue searching."
"Yes."
Another officer pulled out a stack of photos from a desk drawer.
Some of the photos are group photos taken by Saeko Matsushita at various tourist attractions in Tokyo.
Kiryu Yaya's gaze lingered on the stack of photos for a moment.
Tokyo.
That sense of familiarity seemed to have gotten a little closer.
But it's still missing the last layer of paper.
He still couldn't remember it for a moment.
On the other hand, when Masakō Kajiwara saw those photos being unearthed, his face didn't even show any obvious emotion.
As Yamada Masakazu watched this scene, his brows furrowed even deeper.
wrong.
That's not right at all.
If there were something here that could truly harm Kajiwara Masazō, he wouldn't be reacting this way.
This old guy may seem arrogant, but he's actually very shrewd.
The fact that Kajiwara Masazo dared to stand here and let the National Tax Agency search the place precisely shows that he was very confident about what was in this room.
Masakazu Yamada felt a moment of relief.
Inside this house.
I'm afraid they don't have what they really want.
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