Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Shoved into the Abyss
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“You bastaaard!!”
Raising his hand to slap me across the face was Yoshitaka. A little rational thought would tell you exactly what position a man in a suit has in the Tachibana Trading Company headquarters conference room, but right now, he’d lost it after seeing his son get beaten.
Well, with a father that overprotective, it’s no wonder the kid grew up into such an arrogant piece of trash.
I could tell without even seeing it how brutally he’d doted on his boy. No matter how much hell the kid raised, he’d always cleaned it up and settled things quietly.
“Please stop.”
Kamijo grabbed Yoshitaka’s arm just before it could swing at me.
Is slapping people at the slightest provocation ingrained in their genes or something?
“What the hell is this thug doing here! This bastard just beat our son!!”
He jabbed a finger at me and yelled.
“Me? Eh, doesn’t matter. I just gave your horny mutt of a son a little discipline. Keep that kid’s dick under control.”
“You filthy dog!!”
“Yeah. But your son’s worse than a mutt. At least dogs protect their owners. Yours couldn’t even recognize his.”
I drove the words home coldly, and Yusuke shuddered, glaring at me. But thanks to the fresh memory of being choked and dangled in the air, what shone in his eyes first was fear over hatred.
“Ow… owner?”
Kamijo, who’d been watching the scene unfold, stepped in.
“President Sato, that man isn’t a thug. He’s one of the two owners of this Tachibana Trading Company.”
“…!?”
Only now did Yoshitaka rein in his bloodshot eyes and scan me from head to toe.
“My… God…”
He froze awkwardly, unable to even bow properly. From behind him, Kamijo spoke again.
“And the lady over there is President Yuu’s wife, President Kanemochiru.”
This time, Yusuke—who’d been slumped in his chair catching his breath—froze like he’d been struck by lightning.
“Waaah, it huuuurts!!”
Seizing the moment, Harumi rushed over and threw herself into my arms.
“Wah… sniff, th-that guy tried to do bad things to me… waaah. Punish himmm…”
She buried her face around my solar plexus, rubbing against me shamelessly while fake-crying. Then she tilted her head just enough to stick out her tongue a bit.
Good grief.
“B-bad things? I would never—absolutely never had any such intentions! I was just approaching her with feelings of admiration and respect—”
“Shut your dog mouth.”
Whether Harumi was cleverly playing the victim or not, the fact that Yusuke had laid hands on my woman didn’t change.
I stalked right up to him, stared him down, and growled. He crumpled like a folding fan.
“Isn’t that a bit harsh? My son wouldn’t try anything improper, surely?”
His father jumped in to cover, but Kamijo shot him a look of contempt and silently picked up the remote on the table.
“Ah, can you see the monitor at the back of the conference room? There’s a video conferencing camera attached… and it happened to be on. Probably all recorded.”
“W-what!? Happened to be?”
“Hap…pened…to…be. Hm. Why don’t we take a look? See if it really was an approach of admiration and respect.”
Beep!
[“Miss, why are you here all alone? Working overtime, maybe…?”]
[“What’s with all those documents? Huh? Those pretty eyes’ll get sore~”]
[“Tch… another uppity bitch.”]
[“You fucking whore…! All you bitches!!”]
“…”
“…”
The conference room air grew heavy as lead.
Yusuke just pawed at his nape with a deathly pale face, while Yoshitaka stood like a scarecrow, lips trembling. He wanted to defend himself, but there wasn’t a shred of ground to stand on.
This video alone had them done for, but unfortunately, Kamijo wasn’t the type to handle things sloppily.
Thud.
A file folder hit the desk with a sharp sound. A cold, clear voice followed.
“President Sato Yoshitaka. Your son. We’ve already secured all the evidence.”
Kamijo stood beside Harumi like a sharpened blade. Her tone was businesslike, but that indifference made it all the more terrifying.
“Violations of the Subcontracting Fair Trade Act. Pressuring partners and forcing contract breaches. Records of company funds leaking into entertainment expenses and illegal assets. You’ve really done it all, haven’t you?”
Flop.
The bag in Yoshitaka’s hand slipped free. A few hastily packed documents spilled out, but he didn’t even pick them up. His hands shook too much; his back wouldn’t bend.
“No way…! This is a setup!”
His forced shout cracked.
I smirked.
“No way? They’re shoving the evidence right in your face? Getting old, ears going bad?”
At that, Yoshitaka’s gaze shifted to me. Gone was the mocking glare that had treated me like common trash—now just the eyes of a sweat-soaked rat.
“President Sato.”
Misaki continued, and the room froze solid.
“Tachibana Trading Company’s partnership with your firm is under review effective today. Sato Industries has lost all trust. As of this moment, you’re stripped of primary contractor status.”
“W-what… did you say…?!”
Yoshitaka’s eyes bulged. What little color remained drained away; his jaw quivered.
“No! That’s… that’s a matter of the company’s survival! Dropped from primary contracts, and 70% of our deliveries are…!”
He collapsed to his knees before Kamijo, rubbing his hands together in plea. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped to the floor.
“Hm, aren’t you kneeling in the wrong direction? I’m just a mere lawyer.”
“!”
His mind must’ve snapped completely.
Suddenly snapping to, he lurched up, yanked Yusuke to his feet, and shoved his head down.
“Y-you little shit, bow down! Bow right now!!”
“G-guh… I’m… sor… ry… Forgive my mortal sin…!”
Yusuke wasn’t a total idiot; he flattened himself on the floor, sweat pouring like rain. He’d realized whose woman it was he’d tried to grope.
“Please, please reconsider…! It was just a thoughtless mistake from an immature boy—we have our circumstances too…!”
Circumstances?
“Save your sob story for your toilet bowl.”
I stood and approached Yoshitaka. Looking down, his eyes brimmed with pathetic begging.
“Ms. Kamijo. Lay out a bit more.”
Misaki flipped through the documents. Each sharp page-turn drew a groan from Yoshitaka.
“Beyond this incident, there are already multiple recordings and testimonies of your son’s power trips and violence. If this goes public, it won’t just end your company—your personal reputation dies too. …However.”
The words cut short. Every eye in the room locked on her.
“If your company immediately cooperates with the dissolution of Sato Industries, submits all illegal asset details, issues a written apology and compensation to Fujiwara Workshop, and signs the ‘attached memorandum.’ …Then Tachibana won’t pursue criminal proceedings further.”
Yoshitaka’s head snapped up. But his eyes held not hope—deeper despair.
“D-dissolution!? Then we…!”
“Shattered to pieces.”
I cut in sharply.
Yoshitaka, prostrated and trembling, slammed his fist into the floor and bellowed.
“Don’t talk nonsense!!”
His roar made the floor-to-ceiling windows hum.
He couldn’t accept the verdict stripping away everything he’d built in one blow.
“Yeah, I know your type well. Doesn’t listen to nice words.”
So I’d prepared one more thing.
I pressed the intercom on the head table.
“Come in.”
Less than ten seconds later, two burly slabs of meat filled the room.
No sunglasses today, but now I got why they wore them indoors.
“President Yuu, you called?”
A yakuza with one milky eye.
“…”
A yakuza with a knife scar across his right brow.
The same yakuza Ryoma had brought to last week’s shareholders’ party.
I hated dipping into that connection unless I had to. But instinct told me: to handle these idiots without killing them, I needed underworld muscle.
“Heard of the Kurogami Family? If you’re legit operators in Nakano Ward, you know ’em.”
“Kurogami…”
Shiver shiver shiver.
Now they got it fully.
They’d poked someone they couldn’t beat legally, socially, or physically.
“You’re getting publicly atomized right here. Oh, don’t worry—I asked these big-uncle types to line up a job for you in Saga Prefecture. You and your boy can live nice there.”
“S-Saga? That’s just rundown mining ghost towns in the sticks—w-what are we supposed to do there—”
“Hey, you’re still breathing. Could’ve had your necks snapped or throats crushed. Be grateful.”
I turned to Yusuke. His face was blue, eyes shaking like a cornered beast’s.
“P-President Yuu… I’ve sinned mortally, truly mortally—Saga’s too far, I’m an academy student, h-how will I—”
“Drop out. What’s to agonize over? These big-brothers’ll personally help with your withdrawal papers. Grateful, right?”
Shudder!!
Yusuke’s face hit the floor in a daze, world ended. Couldn’t even hold dogeza anymore.
Should’ve lived right.