"...How did you know that?"

After hearing the answer from Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi, Fujiwara Yu knew that all his guesses were correct, and there was one more way to cooperate with him. It seemed that he was still very afraid of the organization in his heart, otherwise he would not be so confused.

He slowly loosened his hand, knowing that the person in front of him would not call for bodyguards. He calmly helped to add sand and extended his hand in an inviting gesture for Shigehiko Tsuguchi to follow him to the next tee.

Staying in this position for a long time would arouse the suspicion of the two bodyguards. Fujiwara Yu would naturally not make such a low-level mistake and give the other party an opportunity to reverse the current situation.

The next tee was quite far from where the golf carts were parked. Since the Kasumigaseki Country Club's course was set in the woods, Fujiwara Yuu took advantage of the elevation difference and successfully lured Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi to his planned spot. He stopped, turned around, put down his golf club bag, and said bluntly:

"The information about Shimokawa Yosuke's death is public and transparent. I'm sure you, Mr. Tunkou, are already aware of it. So I won't waste any more time on you. I currently have records of every transaction you've ever had with the organization, as well as multiple photos of your private meetings with them."

Fujiwara Yuu paused briefly to observe the changes in Tōguchi Shigehiko's facial expression, then continued:

"If I just move my fingers, these two documents will be made public. What will the organization do to you then? As someone who works with the organization, I think you understand better, right?"

Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's eyes fell to his toes and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. The reason he felt fear was that he was very clear about the horror of the organization, so when he learned of Shimokawa Yosuke's death, he had made plans to flee Japan with his wife and daughter.

However, when the police publicly announced that the person who killed Shimokawa Yosuke was Nakahara Kyoko, he believed that it was not the organization that did it, and no one came to him at this stage, which meant that his affairs were not known to the organization.

But he never expected that the young man in front of him, who was not from the organization, actually had all the information. He was now in a complete dilemma.

Whether he agrees or refuses, his ending will probably be very ugly.

After a long moment of deliberation, Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi slowly raised his head and looked directly at the seemingly shy young man before him, then spoke slowly:

"As long as you can guarantee the personal safety of my wife and daughter, I will agree to it."

"Don't worry. As long as I don't leak the information, the organization won't do anything to you." Fujiwara Yuu reached into his trouser pocket with a gloved hand and pulled out a towel. He personally wiped the sweat that had trickled down to Shigehiko Tōguchi's chin, saying in a gentle tone, "Mr. Tōguchi, you can rest assured. We in the public security department will always prioritize protecting the safety of the people."

Public Security? He is actually a public security officer?

Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi never imagined that the young man in front of him had such an identity, but when he thought about it carefully, apart from the huge and mysterious organization, the only one who could have such ability in Japan was the public security police of the National Police Agency.

It turns out the rumors were true. The National Police Agency has been implementing various programs targeting the organization in recent years, but the results haven't been very significant. But judging from the current situation, isn't it not the police who are incompetent, but rather the timing that hasn't arrived?

As long as the organization exists, the threat to itself will also exist.

Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi knew that the best outcome for him after embarking on this pirate ship was to spend the rest of his life in prison, but he still didn't want his momentary greed to implicate his beloved family, and he still hoped that the organization could be eradicated.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, young public security police officer."

Fujiwara Yu looked at the hand extended towards him, hesitated for a moment and decided to shake it back. He put away his hypocritical smile and replaced it with calmness. He had known that today's action would be successful, and he did not feel much joy or sense of accomplishment.

Because he knew very well that Shigehiko Tsuguchi was just an insignificant pawn in the hands of the organization, and a lot of things needed to be done to overthrow the organization, so there was nothing to be happy about.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Tunkou."

"How do you need me to cooperate with you?"

"All you need to do now is finish your round of golf and minimize your private meetings with these two individuals. You don't need to worry about the rest. Just carry out the organization's arrangements as usual."

"Then how should I contact you? At least give me a last name, right?"

Although Fujiwara Yuu's expression didn't change much, he was still a little puzzled. He had never been good at naming, so after a brief thought, he could only answer dryly:

"Just call me sir. This is my email address. Memorize it and destroy it... But don't try to be clever, or you'll die miserably. Do you understand?"

"Of course I do, sir."

"Then enjoy this round of golf, Mr. Swallow."

Fujiwara Yuu smiled and offered the wiped No. 1 club with both hands, then stood aside and kept quiet. He wanted to see how bad Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi's golf skills were, as he didn't pay much attention to the first ball just now.

However, two minutes later, he only heard the swinging movement, and did not hear the crisp sound of swinging and hitting the ball when doing homework. He tilted his head in confusion and looked down to find the golf ball lying quietly on the tee.

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My goodness, it turns out this guy missed the swing?

Shigehiko Tsunoguchi was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a ditch and bury himself in it. He was aware of the quality of his golf skills, but they had never been so outrageous. It was probably because he was being stared at by the public security police that his performance was affected.

But what could he say? He could only bite the bullet and continue fighting under this surveillance.

He swore that he never wanted to play golf again and it was time to kick his addiction.

Fujiwara Yu had no idea that he had caused such tremendous psychological trauma and shadow to Shigehiko Tsuchiguchi. Two hours later, he felt refreshed, submitted his resignation letter to the person in charge of the Kasumigaseki Country Club, and left in the car driven by White.

He leaned against the back seat and rolled down the window, enjoying the cool breeze. He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"White, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"

When White heard his boss ask about this, he parked the car aside, his eyes almost tearing up like fried eggs, and started to complain loudly, speaking so fast that his Japanese level had improved:

"Mr. Clare, you have no idea how terrifying Ms. Jiangkou is! She actually put her hand on my abdomen and rubbed it back and forth like someone who just went shopping and refused to go home. She also kept pinching my arm muscles. I really almost knocked her to the ground with one punch!"

Fujiwara Yu felt goosebumps all over his body just by imagining this scene, and even recalled the incident four years ago when he was in the police academy and was "pawned" by his bad friends at a male escort parlor for a few sets of clothes.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to rest:

"I'm sorry White, I've troubled you today."

"Eh? Is that all you say?"

"This car is yours too."

"Next time something like this happens, Mr. Clare, I'm willing to go through fire and water for you!"

"...Oh, thank you so much then."