Kujo Mutsumi stared at him and asked, "Where are you from?"

Kujo Hikari braced himself and said, "People from the Northern Association, not my people."

Kujo Mutsumi asked again, "Do they listen to you?"

Kujo Hikari said, "Paid them, a reward service, not a gang fight..."

Kujo Mutsumi couldn't be bothered to listen further. He took out his phone and dialed Mizutani Junichiro's number but hesitated, as the other party was not picking up.

Kujo Mutsumi closed his phone, tossed it onto the tatami, and said coldly, "Great, two ingrates in the family at once."

Kujo Hikari pretended to be clueless, "Are you talking about Junichiro and Minamoto Tamako?"

Kujo Mutsumi picked up a cane and started hitting him without any mercy, striking Kujo Hikari one blow after another. Unfortunately, he was old, and his strength wasn't what it used to be. Although Kujo Hikari cried out, 'I was wrong, father,' he barely dodged, only raising his hands to block.

After two or three minutes of vigorous action, Kujo Mutsumi was exhausted. He sat on the floor, breathing heavily, pondering how to handle this matter.

Just then, his phone suddenly rang.

Kujo Hikari glanced at it, saw the note on the screen which read Mizutani Junichiro, and said, "Seems it's over... Father, you should also deal with Minamoto Tamako's side sooner. Since she's home, it's just right, temporarily restrict her from going out, it might bring Little Wei back."

Kujo Mutsumi originally thought his son's words were nonsense, but upon hearing the last sentence, 'might bring Little Wei back,' his hand paused slightly before answering the phone.

Hmm, that's half a good idea.

Kujo Mutsumi had a better plan. He took his phone, called for the butler, and instructed, "From today on, don't let Miss Tamako leave. Come up with an excuse if needed. Give her whatever she asks for, try to satisfy her needs... let her stay temporarily."

The butler acknowledged but did not leave, knowing the family head hadn't finished giving instructions.

Sure enough, Kujo Mutsumi, after catching his breath, continued, "As for this useless one, let him reflect alone in his room. Do not let him see anyone, and deliver three meals a day by the door."

Kujo Hikari was stunned, abruptly stood up, and angrily said, "Why—"

Before he could finish speaking, the butler covered his mouth and, along with an attendant, dragged him away.

Only Kujo Mutsumi remained in the room, and he finally answered the call, angrily scolding, "Without my orders, you dare to touch Kujo family members? Are you—"

"It's me."

On the other end, Fushimi Roku interrupted.

Kujo Mutsumi was stunned. He moved the phone away, squinted at the screen, and struggled a bit due to his presbyopia, finally confirming it indeed showed 'Mizutani Junichiro.'

No mistake.

Realizing something, Kujo Mutsumi put the phone back to his ear and asked, "Where is Junichiro?"

Fushimi Roku wiped the blood off his face and looked around. In the courtyard of the old countryside house lay tattooed men sprawled out haphazardly.

Four or five minutes ago, Fushimi Roku had just returned home from buying cola when a van arrived at the gate, and two burly men jumped out, attempting to kidnap Fushimi Roku.

Fushimi Roku knocked them down in no time. Soon after, another four or five burly men emerged, with hitmen pouring out from the van's back like a compressed file.

This kind of person was like sending one to be taken down, and two would be delivered as a pair. Fushimi Roku held back, fearing a misunderstanding, and didn't kill them, only breaking their limbs to incapacitate them temporarily.

If the courtyard became littered with corpses, it would be far from pleasant.

Finally, Mizutani Junichiro got out of the van's front seat, holding a fish-gutting knife, with his phone ringing in his pocket. Fushimi Roku kindly suggested he might want to take the call first.

"No need, killing you takes only ten seconds."

After delivering his line, Mizutani Junichiro charged with a scream. Fushimi Roku sidestepped the blade, twisted from the waist, and with a spinning kick, struck the side of Mizutani Junichiro's face, deforming his round, bushy-bearded face.

The whole process took less than five seconds, and Mizutani Junichiro heavily fell to the ground.

Fushimi Roku squatted beside him, patted his face, trying to wake him up and ask what was going on.

Unfortunately, the kick had been too powerful, and Mizutani Junichiro was completely knocked out.

It wasn't Fushimi Roku's fault. Mizutani Junichiro's arrogance made him think the guy was some expert, misjudging his level. That kick without restraint could have been deadly, already showing his thick skin and toughness.

With no other option, Fushimi Roku had to search Mizutani Junichiro for his phone, redial the caller to inquire who had called earlier.

To his genuine surprise, it was Kujo Mutsumi on the line.

Fushimi Roku initially thought Kujo Mutsumi wanted to silence him, but upon hearing the words, 'without my orders, you dare touch Kujo family members,' he realized Mizutani Junichiro wasn't sent by Kujo Mutsumi.

This incident still undoubtedly involved the Kujo family, as the Northern Association was their tool. Officially, he was the Kujo family's son-in-law, this news already spread at the Sapporo Police Station. Nobody would dare interfere blindly, nor could anyone hire Mizutani Junichiro to act... except another Kujo family member.

Fushimi Roku recalled the shouting he heard while dining outside last night. He suspected it was Kujo Hikari, reflecting on the current situation, it seemed likely Kujo Mutsumi had bailed his son out, and Kujo Hikari couldn't swallow this grievance, planning to take revenge privately.

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