diymy Chapter 51 The account, I took it.
Chapter 51 The account, I took it.
Akio Uesugi's expression changed instantly.
"What?!"
next second.
A soft clapping sound came from deep within the warehouse:
"Clap clap clap".
It sounded particularly jarring on the rainy night.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
He wore a dark gray suit, his hair was neatly combed, and he wore that ever-respectful and ever-appropriate smile.
Koga Plains.
Behind him followed two burly men in black short jackets.
One is tall, and the other is short.
With broad shoulders and a steady gait, he was clearly not an ordinary secretary, but someone who did dirty work.
Akio Uesugi's face turned pale instantly.
"Koga... how could you—"
"Section Chief Uesugi."
Koga Hirano smiled and gave a slight bow, his tone almost polite.
"That's a question I should be asking you."
"The accounting section chief, who is on sick leave, came to the old warehouse in Dojima in this weather to meet people, and even brought things he shouldn't have brought out. If the executive director finds out, he will be very upset."
When he said the word "sad," his tone even carried a hint of regret.
But beneath that regret lies something cold and hard.
Kiryu Yaya looked at him without saying a word.
Koga Hirano also turned his gaze to Kiryu Yaya, his eyes lingering on the black umbrella for a moment, his smile deepening slightly.
"Mr. Kiryu, it's so rude of us to meet in a place like this for the first time."
"But I didn't expect it to be you who came."
Akio Uesugi suddenly turned to look at Yaya Kiryu, his face showing even greater fear.
"They knew all along?!"
"No."
Koga Hirano slowly adjusted his cuffs.
"To be precise, it's me who's been waiting all along."
"Section Chief Uesugi has been too restless lately. Even though he's on sick leave, he's still secretly inquiring about old information about Rokko. I was wondering who you were planning to give that to."
He raised his eyes and smiled gently:
"So today, I arrived a little earlier than you."
"I've been here since you stepped into this warehouse."
"The executive director didn't come in person. After all, such a trivial matter isn't worth bothering him."
"I only have two tasks—"
Koga Hirano's gaze fell on the two account books on the table.
"Destroy both sets of accounts."
"Let's also see who dares to accept this."
The words fell.
The two bodyguards, one on the left and one on the right, slowly blocked the side door of the warehouse and the passage behind it.
Akio Uesugi's lips turned white.
"Koga! Are you crazy? If what's in here gets out—"
"That's why Section Chief Uesugi shouldn't have been brought out at all."
Koga Hirano sighed softly, as if he genuinely felt sorry for the other person.
"You've worked at the company for so many years, how come you've suddenly forgotten the rules?"
The wind was blowing in through the broken window.
The rain grew heavier.
The metal roof of the warehouse was being pounded with a loud bang, as if a thousand troops were pressing in from all directions.
Kiryu Yaya stood beside the wooden table, with Uesugi Akio, who was pale-faced, on his left. In front of him were two ledgers, and in front of him were Koga Hirano and two bodyguards.
He slowly raised his hand.
The tip of the black umbrella is off the ground.
The umbrella lay horizontally in front of him, like a long sword that had just been drawn from its sheath.
Koga Hirano narrowed his eyes.
"Mr. Kiryu."
"You're not planning to take these two ledgers out of town for Miss Miyazawa, are you?"
Kiryu Yaya raised his eyes, his voice calm.
Whether you can take it out or not, you'll only know after trying.
The smile on Koga Hirano's face gradually faded away.
Outside, the rain was pouring down.
Inside the door, murderous intent was palpable.
This abandoned old warehouse on Dojima suddenly had an atmosphere that was less like Osaka and more like the atmosphere of the martial arts world.
A storm is brewing tonight.
And the sword was already humming softly in its sheath.
The moment Koga Hirano finished speaking, the air in the warehouse seemed to tighten abruptly.
The sound of rain pounding on the tin roof.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
It sounds like war drums, or like shouts.
Two bodyguards approached from the left and right, without exchanging any words or making any bluffing.
The more silent they are, the more it shows that they are not just street thugs who intimidate people, but rather people who actually help others solve their "trouble".
The taller one goes first.
He took a step forward, leaned his shoulder forward, and reached directly for the two ledgers on the table with his right hand.
The action is fast.
But in Kiryu Yaya's eyes, it wasn't fast enough.
He only took half a step forward.
The black umbrella was raised horizontally, and the tip of the umbrella flicked.
Snapped!
A crisp sound.
Before the umbrella ribs were even opened, the tip of the umbrella, like a spearhead, precisely struck the most vulnerable tendon on the opponent's wrist.
The tall bodyguard grunted and instantly loosened his grip.
Before he could react, Kiryu Yaya twisted his wrist, and the entire black umbrella flipped up, its body slamming into his chest from below.
boom!
That was nothing fancy.
Only speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness matter.
The tall bodyguard felt as if he had been hit by a dull thud; the breath in his chest was instantly dispelled, and he staggered back three steps, his lower back slamming into a wooden crate, which overturned a piece of old pallet with a crash.
For the first time, the smile on Koga Hirano's face froze.
"What—"
Before he could finish speaking, the second bodyguard pounced on him.
The short, stocky guy was clearly more cautious than his companion; instead of trying to steal the ledger, he went straight for Kiryu Yaya himself.
He pulled his right hand out of his coat, revealing a short black baton. With a flick of his wrist, the baton snapped open, whistling as it swept across Kiryu Yaya's cheek.
If this blow lands squarely, an ordinary person would fall down on the spot.
But Kiryu Yaya moved even faster.
Instead of retreating, he advanced.
An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.
Just as the baton swept in, he was already pressed against the opponent's center line. The black umbrella was angled to parry the baton's wind, and the umbrella ribs collided with the metal baton with a crisp "clang". As the force was deflected, he lowered his left shoulder, cut his right foot between the opponent's legs, and thrust the umbrella handle upwards.
Throat.
The short, stocky bodyguard's pupils constricted, his breath hitched, and his movements faltered.
Half a beat is enough.
Kiryu Yaya pressed down with the black umbrella in his hand, the umbrella body slamming into the elbow of the opponent holding the stick like the back of a knife.
A dull thud.
The baton flew out of his hand, hit the ground, and slid into the shadows.
The next second, Kiryu Yaya turned around and circled to the other person's side, then without hesitation, tapped the end of his umbrella handle against the back of the other person's knee.
The short, stocky bodyguard's legs buckled, and he half-knelt down.
The black umbrella was already positioned across his neck.
If he's pushed any further in, he won't even have the right to stand up.
The whole process took only a few breaths.
The only sounds in the warehouse were the sound of rain and two suppressed gasps.
Akio Uesugi was completely dumbfounded.
He stood by the wooden table, his lips pale, as if he couldn't understand how a thin young man could be so brave.
Koga Hirano was also stunned.
He originally thought that tonight's task was simply to seize control of an accounting section chief and, incidentally, burn the ledgers.
As for Kiryu—
In his eyes, he was at most just a slightly troublesome new bank employee.
But now, one of the bodyguards was clutching his chest and leaning against the wooden crate, unable to straighten up, while the other was kneeling on the ground, having even dropped his baton.
Kiryu, however, didn't even dodge a breath.
He simply stood there quietly, his black umbrella pointing diagonally, the hem of his suit swaying slightly, like a knife that had just weathered the storm.
Koga Hirano finally stopped laughing.
"Mr. Kiryu...you really surprise me."
Kiryu Yaya ignored him.
He reached out with his left hand and swiftly and decisively grabbed the two ledgers on the table and put them into his robes. His movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
Seeing this, the tall bodyguard gritted his teeth and tried to lunge forward again.
Kiryu Yaya didn't even turn his head, and flicked his black umbrella behind him.
Snapped!
The tip of the umbrella struck the back of the other person's hand hard.
The tall bodyguard winced in pain; his entire arm went numb, and the body he had just raised abruptly slumped back down.
"Don't move."
Kiryu Yaya finally spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was as cold as iron pressing down on a rainy night.
"If you move again, the next time it won't be your hand."
The warehouse fell silent instantly.
Koga Hirano stared at him, his gaze completely changed.
Do you know what you're doing?
Koga Hirano asked, word by word.
"Know."
Kiryu Yaya tucked the two ledgers into his briefcase and fastened the clasp.
Koga Hirano narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Then you should also know how much trouble it will cause if you take these two ledgers out."
Kiryu Yaya let out a groan:
"That's something you should be worried about."
After saying this, he looked up at Akio Uesugi.
"Mr. Uesugi, let's go."
Akio Uesugi then suddenly came to his senses.
"Ah... okay, okay!"
Koga Hirano's face darkened.
"Stop them!"
The short, stocky bodyguard who was kneeling gritted his teeth and tried to get up.
But before he could even move, Kiryu Yaya had already taken the first step.
With a single step closer, the black umbrella slammed down from above, striking the opponent's shoulder and neck with tremendous force.
boom!
The man was slammed back to the ground by the blow, his forehead hitting the concrete floor. He groaned and couldn't get up at all.
The tall bodyguard roared and pounced.
Kiryu Yaya shifted his feet and dodged to the side, the black umbrella pressing down with the momentum of the opponent's charge, then flicking it upwards.
Use someone else's strength against them.
The tall bodyguard lost his footing and tumbled off the wooden table, his shoulder slamming into the puddle and splashing up a spray of dirty water.
The wooden table wobbled, and old account pages flew everywhere.
The wind blew in through the broken window, scattering and swirling the scraps of paper in the warehouse like snow or the embers of a war.
Koga Hirano finally took a half step back.
Only half a step.
That's enough to explain the problem.
As Akio Uesugi watched this scene, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
Kiryu Yaya stood at the door, flicking his black umbrella, the water droplets on the tip of the umbrella drawing a cold light.
He looked at Koga Hirano, his tone calm to the point of being indifferent.
"Please tell Miyazawa Hara for me."
"I've taken the bill."
"If he wants it, let him come to the bank and get it himself."
Koga Hirano's face darkened completely for the first time.
Akio Uesugi stood there, stunned, almost unable to believe what he had just heard.
The rain is getting heavier.
The wind howled outside, and the moisture from the Dojima River, carrying a chill, rushed into the warehouse, as if the entire night of Osaka had pressed down on it.
Kiryu Yaya didn't linger. With his briefcase in one hand and his black umbrella open in the other, he turned and rushed into the rain.
Akio Uesugi hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly followed.
At the warehouse entrance, a black umbrella suddenly opened.
Like a black flower suddenly blooming in a downpour.
Koga Hirano stood in the center of the warehouse, watching the figure disappear into the distance through the dense rain curtain, his fists clenching tighter and tighter.
One bodyguard slumped down beside the wooden crate, while the other lay on the cold, wet cement floor.
And those two ledgers that were supposed to be burned tonight were taken away instead.
Right under their noses.
He was taken away by a bank newbie who no one had ever taken seriously.
Koga Hirano remained silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth:
"...call the executive director."
The wind howled even more fiercely in the rainy night.
The Miyazawa family's fortunes are finally about to change.