Chapter 15

Shizuo Yuma slept until the evening before finally waking up and hurriedly returning home.

Aoba, on the other hand, had eaten the dinner prepared by Shiro Oni and felt even more satisfied with her previous decision to help Shiro Oni.

A useless divination plate in exchange for a maid was truly a great deal!

If the ghosts who coveted the divination plate back then knew Aoba's thoughts now, they would surely be so angry they would die again.

After all, this divination plate recorded the supreme inheritance of the Ghost Path. If the person who obtained it from the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor back then had been anyone else instead of Aoba, it would have long caused a frenzy among the ghosts, leading to a bloody storm.

However, for Aoba, this was indeed something of no use.

The value of the same thing can be completely different in the eyes of different people. At least in Aoba's view, a divination plate that was of no use to him could be exchanged for a maid who could cook and clean, which was indeed a very good deal.

Feeling it was a good deal, Aoba naturally became even more enthusiastic about helping Shiro Oni.

So as soon as it got dark, Aoba left the apartment with the divination plate and stepped into the night of Tokyo.

"Mr. Takahashi, Mr. Takahashi, please let my daughter go, please let my daughter go, I will pay the money, I will definitely pay the money," a middle-aged man with a balding head knelt on the ground, repeatedly pleading with a man in a suit and tie who looked like an ordinary company employee.

However, in the hands of this ordinary-looking company employee was a katana.

"Pay the money? You should have paid it all back half a month ago. Where is the money now?" The man called Mr. Takahashi said, his foot on the head of the kneeling middle-aged man, looking down at him.

"But, but the money I've paid back is already more than twice what I borrowed," the middle-aged man sobbed.

"Hey, do you think I, Takahashi Yusuke, am a charity? If there wasn't a profit, why would I lend money to someone like you who has no collateral? What you've paid back is just part of the interest. Don't even think about defaulting," Takahashi Yusuke said, grinding his shoe on the middle-aged man's face.

Then, Takahashi Yusuke waved to the two underlings behind him and said, "Go, take his daughter. When he pays the money, you can return her to him."

Then, Takahashi Yusuke leaned down and smiled at the middle-aged man under his foot, "You better hurry up! If you're too slow, I can't guarantee your daughter will still be in my hands."

"Don't, don't," the middle-aged man struggled to stand up and rushed over, but was struck by the back of Takahashi Yusuke's sword, falling unconscious.

"Daddy, save me, daddy, save me!" The middle-aged man's daughter struggled, but couldn't resist the strength of the two men and was quickly tied up.

"Let's go!" Takahashi Yusuke waved his hand, and the two underlings carried a gagged, school-uniformed girl with tear-streaked face, following behind him.

Takahashi Yusuke was a company employee, and even a section chief with a few subordinates. However, the company he belonged to was special because its main business was usury.

And Takahashi Yusuke's main responsibility in the company was to collect debts.

Thus, the scene described above occurred.

"Big Brother Takahashi, where are we going next?" One of the underlings carrying the girl, with dyed red hair, asked Takahashi Yusuke.

"Where? Of course, to my apartment. I'll try her out first, then sell her to Daido," Takahashi Yusuke said, leering at the girl.

"But, didn't we just say that if he pays the money, we'll return his daughter?" The red-haired underling asked, puzzled.

"Idiot, that was just a way to get him to raise the money," Takahashi Yusuke glared at the underling.

"Big Brother Takahashi is wise," the other underling with yellow hair said, flattery on his face.

The girl being carried by the two men, upon hearing their conversation, instantly turned pale.

However, the red-haired underling also froze, stopping in his tracks, almost causing the yellow-haired underling carrying the girl with him to fall.

"Hey, Mishima, what's wrong?" The yellow-haired underling said, annoyed.

Takahashi Yusuke also stopped, looking at the red-haired underling called Mishima with a puzzled expression.

"Big Brother Takahashi, isn't this too much? We're just after the money, no need to go this far," the red-haired underling said hesitantly.

"Shut up!" Takahashi Yusuke roared, slapping the red-haired underling Mishima across the face. "You're just a new recruit, when did it become your turn to lecture me?"

Then, Takahashi Yusuke continued to slap Mishima's face.

Only when Mishima's mouth started bleeding and he swayed as if about to faint did he stop.

"Hmph, follow me," Takahashi Yusuke turned and walked forward.

The red-haired underling Mishima, now too afraid to say anything, continued to carry the girl with the yellow-haired underling, following behind Takahashi Yusuke.

Thus, the three usury company employees and the girl walked through a dark alley, heading towards a van parked under a streetlight at the end of the alley.

"Wait," just as they were about to reach the van, Takahashi Yusuke raised his hand to stop the two underlings and looked warily at the open van door.

Seeing the van door, which should have been closed, now open, Takahashi Yusuke was on high alert.

Then, a figure slowly walked out of the van.

And in the figure's hand was a katana that Takahashi Yusuke had hidden in the van as a backup.

The figure stood under the streetlight, slowly drawing the katana and admiring it.

"Nice sword," the figure said.

"Who are you?" Takahashi Yusuke instinctively sensed that the person was not friendly, so he held the katana in his hand and prepared himself.

"Me? Naturally, the one who's here to kill you," the figure said openly, standing under the streetlight.

Takahashi Yusuke could clearly see every subtle expression on the person's face. From the seriousness of the person's words, Takahashi Yusuke knew that the person was not lying.

Thus, Takahashi Yusuke decided to strike first.

With a loud cry, Takahashi Yusuke drew his katana and swung it at the person.

Takahashi Yusuke himself was a kendo expert, and it was precisely because of this that he could stand his ground in this usury group.

Or, in a black society group like a usury company, who among those who rose to prominence did not have good skills?

So, with this swing, Takahashi Yusuke was full of confidence.

However, the next moment, he only felt a flash of white light, and then his vision changed. He first saw the sky, then, after a spin, he saw his own body.

Finally, Takahashi Yusuke's consciousness fell into eternal darkness.