Chapter 59 [Black and White Cards of Fate]
Fate has many cards, and I just happened to pick the black one.
——Kazematsuri Nomi
The supernatural world has been very turbulent recently. An ordinary woman caused such a big commotion in Yokohama and took away the pages of the so-called "book". This made the "group" that arrived later very angry in the local area. The people in the supernatural world of Yokohama spent a lot of money to calm down the incident.
What most people don't know is that the golden king specifically issued an order in the Imperial Pillar Tower to thoroughly deal with those involved in the Yokohama Leibo Street incident. Even if the source of the incident was fourteen years ago, all those involved in the incident must be held accountable, no matter what position you are in now, whether you are promoted or retired. The political world was in turmoil.
Of course, this incident has little impact on ordinary people in this country.
Like cows and horses, there are always many things they don’t know, but they can always live in a daze. Once the fire burns them, it means that the world is really in chaos.
Of course, there are some cattle and horses who don’t pay attention to these things at all, because their daily lives have already consumed all their energy. They also have a basic understanding of themselves and know that although daily life is tiring, it is also their most stable and trouble-free choice.
Just like me.
Yes, hello everyone, my name is Kazejō Nomi, I am 29 years old this year, an old man who is almost 30 years old. Although I have lived for so many years, I still have not achieved anything in my career. My job is to be a team leader in a small bank. My salary is just enough to support my normal life. I don't wear brand-name clothes or drive a luxury car. I travel by a small electric scooter that I bought with great effort. On weekdays, I only attend some employee gatherings because I need to have the minimum social interaction. When I see others going out to travel, I feel envious, but when I look at my empty wallet, I can only turn back to work.
No girls or boys like me. I live alone in a rented apartment. Except for going to and from get off work, I never deviate from my route. I am not good at dressing myself up. Some people say that I am always sloppy and can wear a long coat for many years. But I just think it is strange. I should just keep wearing the clothes as long as they are wearable. Why should I be picky about this? The person sighed, shook his head and stopped trying to change me.
In fact, I also know that young people nowadays like changing things. They pursue self-realization, are smart and independent, and have their own unique evaluation of things. And I have been so ordinary since I was a child. It’s not that I don’t want to be a glamorous person, but I always fail every time I try. I envy those who are the center of attention. Everything about them seems so perfect, but every time I try to catch up, I can never catch up with "fashion". Later I accepted my fate. Maybe I am just such a slow-witted child...
Oh no, I’ve been complaining for so long and the time is almost up. If I procrastinate any longer, I won’t get my attendance for today. He hurriedly picked up a piece of toast, slammed the door shut, got on his bike, and sped towards the bank. Fortunately, there were not many people today and the traffic police were very responsible, allowing me to punch in at the last second. When I collapsed to the ground, I breathed a long sigh of relief.
A female employee named Mitsuki Kotori passed by with a cup of coffee. When she saw me, she smiled and said jokingly, "Good morning, Kazematsuri-senpai. It's only at this time of day that I can see you so full of energy."
I smiled bitterly: "I can't help it. I want to change, but now it seems that this habit has been integrated into my bones. It will be like this for the rest of my life."
“Don’t say such discouraging words!” As soon as I walked to the workplace, a man younger than me came over. He brought some documents for today’s work. His vigorous movements showed his healthy body. He said with a smile on his face, “I think you are very capable. You were my mentor when I joined the company. I feel relieved every time I hand over matters to you. You will accomplish great things one day!”
My pupils dilated violently. It was so strange. Why did Miwa Mikai say that to me? What is it about me that doesn't show that I am just an honest office worker? Why do you worship me like this? I obviously didn't do anything and just completed my daily work mediocrely. Is it true that Japan has become like this now, that compliments and praises for adult male seniors have to rise to the point of being against one's will? I heard that someone in the company will be promoted next year. Since you can manage the workplace to this level, you must be the best candidate!
I'd better stay away from him as soon as possible. It's better if hardworking people and lazy people don't get together. As long as they are far away from each other, he will be able to clear his eyes and see clearly what a hopeless person I am, right?
I exchanged things with another colleague and went to the front desk to do some reception and clerical work. The current time is 2pm, and this small bank opens at 2:30pm, which means I still have half an hour to rest and do some slacking off...
Um, are there any guests waiting here?
I observed carefully and found that the two men who came were two strange men dressed in black. How should I put it, they had the kind of "cool" temperament that young people admire. The leader was a very cold man with long straight silver hair. He wore a round black hat on his head, one hand in his pocket, and a cigarette in the other hand, his eyes were looking out of the glass door of the bank. The other one was a burly and fierce man. When he saw me coming, he put the silver briefcase on the table and said coldly, "Save the money!"
Oh no, these two guys look like they are not easy to mess with. As if they noticed my gaze, the silver-haired man in the lead shifted his gaze back and scanned my body with a knife-like gaze. There seemed to be an exceptionally cold aura about him, as if he were a hunting carnivore, ready to pounce on someone and tear or bite off their throat in the next second.
I quickly lowered my head, not even daring to say that it was not yet time to work. I just wanted to finish the work as quickly as possible and get rid of these two evil stars as soon as possible. Fortunately, they did not rush me, otherwise I would have become more and more confused. At this moment, I very much regretted having exchanged business with my colleagues just now.
"Heh." I don't know why, but after looking at me for a while, the silver-haired man suddenly uttered a short sound with undisguised disgust in it. I was a little panicked, as if there was a gun pointed at my head. I did all this tremblingly, and then handed over the deposit certificate in my hand without daring to raise my head.
The shorter, sturdier man took it and said respectfully to the silver-haired man, "Brother, it's done."
"Yeah." The man just responded in a low voice. After a long time, I slowly raised my head. The two people in front of me had disappeared. I let out a long breath and felt sweat coming out.
"Senior," Mitsuki Kotori greeted quietly from behind, "Who are those two people?"
I quickly rebuked them: "No matter who they are, don't pry into the guests' privacy!"
Perhaps because I had never said this to her before, Mitsuki Kotori was a little surprised and a little aggrieved, but she quickly reacted and whispered before I could regret it: "I'm sorry, the company has rules and regulations, and I violated them."
I also quickly went to comfort her and changed the topic away from those two people. Mitsuki Kotori soon forgot about the incident and became happy again.
The afternoon work was unexpectedly busy. Until the very end, I took on a business trip for negotiation. As a team leader of the bank, I was also on the list of people who had to go out drinking with others. The other party was the president of a company, who had a greedy obsession with money. It took a long time to negotiate the deal, and I felt more tired than after working for two or three days in a row.
It was already dark when I got back. The electric scooter was left at the company, so I took a ride on a colleague's car. The rented house was still a short distance away, so I had no choice but to walk. I hoped that there were some sobering things for sale in the convenience store so that I wouldn't be unable to get up early the next day. This is the day of a working man, just exhausted. I hope I can get more overtime pay this time.
As I was thinking this, I just turned a corner and saw an incredible scene.
"Brother," Vodka said to Gin, "This is the guy. He made a deal with the organization and dared to cut some of the profits. The last leak of the organization might have come from these people."
Gin lit the cigarette this time, biting the cigarette holder tightly with his white teeth. He smiled coldly: "The organization is looking for you, and you dare to run away?"
The person who was restrained was a fat man with a greasy face. He kept shaking his head with tears streaming down his face, and stammered as if trying to say something, but the vodka had already blocked his mouth.
Gin squatted down and said fiercely, "You have earned enough by selling banned drugs with the organization. But you are still greedy and want to reach out to the upper line and fight with another gang. It seems that you are still too full!"
The fat man had anticipated something. His eyes opened wide and he rubbed his whole body on the ground, trying to retreat.
But, "bang", there was a slight gunshot, the huge body fell down, and the smell of blood spread.
"There is another one," Vodka said eagerly, "This guy is the deputy of the dead man. He was the one who proposed to sell the smuggling routes to the Koreans and let them do the powder business."
He looked like he wanted to do it himself, but Gin suddenly showed a sneer, and suddenly pointed the gun in his hand into the darkness and shouted: "Come out!"
Vodka was shocked: "Brother, is there someone blind here?" Or someone who came in by mistake?
Gin said impatiently: "Don't make me say it again!" He bent his index finger and was about to pull the trigger.
A sigh was heard in the darkness, and finally someone slowly walked out.
He was still wearing the same clothes, but his spirit and energy were completely different from that during the day. Seeing the murder scene, he did not show any panic. Even when a gun was pointed at him, he just lowered his brows slightly, with a look of indifference in his eyes.
"Oh," Gin laughed sarcastically again, "It's you, Collins. What are you doing out so late?"
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