The message had been made perfectly clear, and Mitsui Fuji's face turned deathly pale, prompting him to hurriedly say, "No, I want to see the Chairman. I need to make a phone call to the Chairman."
“Mitsui, the boss won’t call you. All you can do now is hand over the evidence you’ve kept and protect your family. The boss said that family members shouldn’t be harmed. If you do nothing, I’m sorry, we can only let your whole family gather in the underworld.”
"I have nothing, really. I never thought about saving my life or having any backup plans. I don't know how to explain it so that you'll believe me." Mitsui Fujisaburo was truly desperate.
He knew that only the dead could keep secrets, and if he didn't produce something, his whole family might have to go with him.
This time, he was truly wronged.
The only items found when Mitsui Tousaburo's luggage were his laptop and cell phone. Technicians checked the laptop but found nothing wrong with it.
Subsequently, several fully armed guards brought back the footage from around Mitsui Tousaburo's house and showed it to him.
"You have a few hours to think it over. By 10 p.m. tonight, if you don't produce anything, they will take action. I will record a video for you to watch before sending you on your way."
"I have nothing, why don't you believe me?" Mitsui Fuji struggled and shouted anxiously as he was tied to the chair.
The guards remained unmoved.
Winning hearts and minds is paramount; people often reveal their secrets only at the last moment. Regardless of whether Mitsui Tousaburo was holding back, he would know by ten o'clock.
Mitsui Fujisaburo kept saying he wanted to call Xing Baohua and ask him to believe that he, Mitsui Fujisaburo, really hadn't held anything back.
He has reached a state of madness.
It was almost 10 p.m., and with fifteen minutes to go, the leading guard grabbed Mitsui Tousaburo by the hair, made him look up at him, and asked, "Fifteen minutes left. Are you going to leave a will and go on your way, or do you want to stay with your family? When the time comes, they'll have to move out."
He took out his phone and continued, "I can stop them by pressing this button. This is your last chance."
After struggling and being agitated for several hours, Mitsui Fujisaburo was exhausted. He could only manage a bitter smile, and his voice even sounded a little like he was crying.
He kept repeating "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for my wife and children."
After 10 o'clock, the guard did not press the button to make the call. Time passed slowly, and five minutes later the phone rang in the guard's hand. Mitsui Fujisaburo answered: "Report, operation completed, prepare to withdraw."
As soon as he hung up the phone, Mitsui Fujisaburo's face twisted into a demonic grimace as he began cursing Xing Baohua and the guards for being inhuman.
After slapping Mitsui several times, the guard continued to grab his hair and sneered, "Do you know what heartache feels like now? Back then, my grandfather watched as your family was murdered. This hatred will never be forgotten, not even after hundreds or thousands of years."
"Kill me, kill me?" Mitsui Fujisaburo shouted, not refuting that history; now he only wanted to die.
A few minutes later, Mitsui Fuji was untied and given a pen and a piece of paper.
"The boss said you've passed the test. Now you can write your will and leave your property to your family, but you still have to go."
Mitsui Tousaburo suddenly looked up and said, "What?!"
“Your family wasn’t eliminated; they just wanted to see if you had any backup plans. Well, you’re the biggest threat to the boss if you’re alive. So, you’ll have to go on your own. The boss knows you have money that can be left to your family. Write your will. After we send you on your way, we need to get some rest. We haven’t had a good rest for days because of you.”
Mitsui Fuji was secretly pleased when he heard this, but in the end he still chose to believe Xing Baohua and wrote down his bank account and password, as well as his stock and futures investment accounts, etc.
He left a will for his family, clearly stating the locations of the property deeds in Singapore and Malaysia. He even wrote a final sentence asking them to live well.
Upon seeing the pit, Mitsui Fuji jumped in himself, then lay flat on his back like a lamb to the slaughter.
With a few beeps from the silencer, Mitsui Fuji closed his eyes forever.
If you say you'll give him a quick death, then you'll give him a quick death.
There is no more Mitsui Tousaburo in the world. Neither the Japanese nor the CIA could have imagined that Mitsui Tousaburo would be buried in a corner of Johor Bahru.
Besides the missing Mitsui Tousaburo, there was also his family. They said they would act at 10 o'clock, and they did.
Making him write a will is just a way to get rid of the money he has in the bank and invested in the stock market.
The whole family is on their way. If they don't get this money out of the bank, it will all be in the bank's hands. It's okay if it's a small amount. Mitsui Teng has made several hundred million US dollars following Xing Baohua.
Wouldn't it be better to use the money to improve the lives of the guards and as a subsidy fund?
Credit is a subjective matter, especially for the Japanese; they'll ruthlessly cheat anyone they can.
The matter in Malaysia was handled quite well, leaving no lingering problems. As for Mitsui Fuji's properties in Singapore and Malaysia, he wasn't in a hurry to sell them, but rather left them to wait for an opportunity to make a move. At this point, it's easy to leave some clues.
Meanwhile, Mitsui Fuji's money was transferred to two casinos, Genting Casino and Singapore Casino, where he exchanged chips for bearer checks.
The loss is about 40%. This is their livelihood, and even if someone wants to investigate, they won't find anything.
Even the casinos in Singapore are owned by Malaysians, and it's said that they share the same owner as Genting Casino.
Xing Baohua felt a pang of regret for a while after Mitsui Teng disappeared, since Mitsui Teng was very obedient, had strong business skills, and was a good assistant.
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