Kogoro Morishita's residence is in Yoyogi, Shibuya, far away from the headquarters of the Matsuba Society, and not even on the territory of the Kyokudou Society. When he took office, he may have moved here to avoid suspicion, but now it seems that the power of the violent group

The impenetrable Yoyogi is like a place of exile for him.

The villa is in a secluded location, but has the best view in the whole area. Standing on the roof, you can overlook the busy traffic on the street, hidden in the downtown area, but without losing the smell of fireworks.

It's a pity that this villa is about to change its owner.

Aomiya Yoko thought silently in her heart, the sadness was fleeting, and her pupils were shining with eager light.

"Mama-san."

"Is the president here?" The person who came to greet him was Morishita's confidant Tanaka Saji.

Before the incident, people who came here to visit every night had to make a reservation long in advance. Now the trees have fallen and the hozens have scattered, and it is very deserted. Even the Yakuza who protects Morishita only has Saji Tanaka left.

But if this place is still bustling with people as usual and is too abnormal, it means that Morishita will be dead soon.

Aomiya Yoko is here to squeeze out the remaining utilization value of Morishita, but she cannot let herself become the target of public criticism.

"President, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Tanaka Saji's face was calm, and he was not disheartened by Morishita's dismissal. Although he knew in his heart that something happened to the boss, he would not be able to continue to be popular and popular.

Kogoro Morishita will be gone soon, where will he go?

The newly appointed president will definitely use his own people, and it is impossible to tolerate the predecessor's confidant to continue to stay in that position. However, if it is related to the extraordinary mamasang in front of him, maybe...

Even if she can't keep her former position, at least she will arrange a good place for herself.

Thinking of this, Saji Tanaka became extra gentle and attentive to Yoko.

"I'm here to meet him." Yoko said.

She continued to maintain her polite smile and raised her head to look at Tanaka Saji, who was similar in stature to Narita Masaru. She thought to herself that although he always did some unreasonable things for Morishita, his position was not high and his presence was far inferior to the others.

The vice president, but this person is the person closest to Morishita. If you want to do something to Morishita through him, it can be said to be easy.

Thinking further, now that such an accident has happened, Tanaka Saji has not left Morishita, either because he is loyal, or after doing something, he wants to continue to add insult to injury and drive everyone away.

In any case, his situation at the moment is probably no more difficult than Morishita's.

After all, human nature is complicated and cunning, and who knows whether something will happen that will end the bird and hide the bow?

Inadvertently, Yoko's figure reappeared in Yoko's mind. She boldly concluded a covenant with him. She understood his true value, but she still couldn't avoid doubts.

If one day...

No, it won’t!

Yoko retracted her thoughts.

"Mama-san, wait a moment, I'll go in and ask for instructions." Tanaka Saji didn't hesitate. He still followed the etiquette at such a special moment, just to protect Morishita's poor self-esteem.

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard of the villa.

Soon, Aomiya Yoko, led by Tanaka, came to the Japanese-style pavilion in the courtyard.

Kogoro Morishita was sitting on the couch in his yukata, kneeling on the couch. Even though he heard the clatter of wooden clogs and stone slabs coming from behind, he didn't bother to look back, just holding a big cigarette stick and puffing on it.

"Are you here to see my joke?"

Yoko was not polite. Without waiting for Morishita to invite her, she walked into the pavilion and knelt down opposite him. "Come here for this? Doesn't that deny my qualifications as a mama-san?"

Morishita put down the cigarette rod, the smoke slowly dissipated, and his face became clearer. It's no wonder that a certain lady from the Jidonghui was so fond of him. He was almost fifty years old, and he was still well-maintained. He had a kind of

The beauty of a traditional Japanese samurai. Although the old-fashioned aesthetics is far behind the times, in the eyes of the violent group Yakuza, such a face is very popular.

"Mama-san is so cunning. Then why are you here? Are you eager to push that little brother to this position?"

When I was in a difficult situation, I knew that I couldn't stand up, and struggling was useless. Since I couldn't do anything, I simply vented my dissatisfaction and anger. Now Morishita Kogoro is a hedgehog that can explode at any time.
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"I chose this cigarette stick," Aomiya Yoko whispered. "When I was a waitress, you took great care of me. Later, thanks to your support, I was able to become a mamasang at a young age.

.At that time, I was thinking about what kind of gift I should buy to make you happy.

It is no exaggeration to say that after visiting various stores in Tokyo, I found this cigarette stick that is the most cost-effective and best suited to your taste. What do you think, President Morishita, and is it your usual habit of using it?"

Morishita Kogoro looked at the woman in front of him coldly, thoughtfully.

When she ran to someone else's house, Aomiya Yoko seemed quite calm and calm. It was Morishita Kogoro himself who was at a loss. Just now, he was full of sarcasm and curses, but when he heard Yoko talking about this cigarette stick, he stopped the indifferent fight.

"What? Are you praising your loyalty?" Morishita Kogoro asked. He knew very well that he couldn't come here just to say hello in the middle of the night. What's there to say about a cigarette stick?

What Yoko Aomiya wants to talk about is the future she should have.

"It's not a commendation, it's not a greeting. Working with you, these are all things I have personally experienced. Of course, along the way, President Morishita is no stranger to my background. It is not an exaggeration to say that he knows everything about me.<

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So, I want to ask you, what should you do next? In other words, who do you want to take over your position? Vice President Ikawa, who usually treats you in a submissive manner, or Vice President Mishima, who cooperates with you step by step.

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"That boy from Igawa..."

Morishita Kogoro's eyes widened, and he did not hide his disgust at this person.

It is absolutely impossible to say that his revelation of the incident has nothing to do with Igawa. To put it more seriously, even if Igawa did nothing, he is not willing to let Igawa reap the benefits and sit on his own.

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However, Aomiya Yoko put herself in the position of an outsider, neither participating nor criticizing. It seemed that she wanted to find out something from him and please the next president in advance, but this was not actually her intention.

Morishita Kogoro could feel her growing ambition, and he felt faintly excited.

If he had used Aomiya Yoko to make the situation more chaotic before leaving office, he would have been able to vent his anger comfortably.

"Yoko, you are so smart."

"Isn't this what you like about me?" Aomiya Yoko kept smiling and continued to listen.

Morishita Kogoro laughed, "It's true. I had a good impression of you at first, but later on, I couldn't believe you. Mama-san is contemptuous at heart and looks down on us Yakuza, right?"

Yoko was surprised. She thought she was disguised very well. No matter which faction of the Matsuba Society, she treated the elders equally, and she was so smooth that even a needle could not find the entrance.

How did Morishita tell?

She couldn't help but recall, but couldn't find her flaws.

"You are beautiful, dangerous, and have stronger desires than men. If I were decades younger, I would definitely be fooled by you. So, I can't believe you. Even though I know that you are innocent and have nothing.

The big shots here can kill you with just a few clicks of a finger, but I still feel that as long as I give you a little time, you can grow into a more dangerous person than Igawa."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Aomiya Yoko's smile faded.

"I don't like Ikawa, and I don't want to see Mishima come to power." Morishita Kogoro gradually spied on Aomiya Yoko's dangerous thoughts, but he couldn't help but think that Yoko, who persisted in walking towards him to achieve his goal, must have done everything possible.

The plan has even been arranged long ago.

At this moment, she was not engaging in a verbal dispute with him just to listen to her own complaints. Since she had other purposes, she had to figure out what her plot was.

"I am nothing now and cannot interfere with the organization's arrangements. Just now, Mama-san made me understand that at least we have reached a consensus on the candidate for the new president," Morishita Kogoro looked at Aomiya Yoko,

His voice deepened, "I know you don't care who is the president. You just want to make the situation more turbulent and make Songye fall into pieces, right?

In this way, Igawa's life will definitely not be easy, and Mishima will lead his own people to seek independence. I don't care what will happen after I leave, in short, I don't want to see a prosperous Matsuba Society."

Yoko Aomiya did not deny it, but also gave the answer that Kogoro Morishita was waiting for, "Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for President Morishita and Karune."

Kogoro Morishita smiled, "I know what to do next."

The late-night meeting went straight to the topic, and was not for the sake of exchanging old friendships. After talking about important matters, Aomiya Yoko turned around and left. From this point of view, it is indeed the style of "Ginza's youngest mama-san".

When Aomiya Yoko left, Morishita Kogoro was still smoking a big cigarette. After a long time, he called Tanaka Saji, "Get the car ready, I want to go to my house."
Chapter completed!