Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 321 - 242: Deep in Debt

The upcoming poker game was completely one-sided.

Whenever Fushimi Roku tried to take away a pair of cards, Minamoto Tamako would show a horrified expression; whenever Fushimi Roku was about to draw a ghost card, Minamoto Tamako would look pleasantly surprised, smiling wickedly like a sinister little mage.

Moreover, Fushimi Roku could influence Minamoto Tamako’s card-drawing decisions by declaring his card types—a stark contrast to Taira Sakurako. Someone like Minamoto was still too immature and easily fell into traps, changing her strategy after just one loss, only to be fooled again.

After over ten minutes, Minamoto Tamako had only one white redemption voucher left.

This person is even more inclined to gamble than Fushimi Roku anticipated.

"No, no more!"

Minamoto Tamako threw the playing cards aside, collapsed face-up with a pillow, clutching the final redemption voucher with her little hands, bleeding in her heart, feeling regretful and sad, almost tearing up like small pearls.

Grandpa was right, one should never get involved in gambling!

It was all her own fault for holding on to luck, being blinded by greed...

The playing cards fell like a snowstorm inside her heart.

Boo hoo hoo...

Fushimi Roku pretended to comfort her with a few words, even suggesting that ’if she ever wanted to play cards again, she could always come to him to gamble’...it seemed he intended to continue exploiting Minamoto Tamako, repeatedly reclaiming the redemption vouchers this way.

Minamoto Tamako was so angry that her teeth itched. She buried her face in the pillow, not wanting Mr. Fu Jian to see her looking like a loser.

...But really, how did Mr. Fu Jian manage to win?

Minamoto Tamako tried hard to understand, pouting and getting up, tidying up the poker on the table before retreating to her room to study more.

Having achieved his goal, Fushimi Roku returned to his room to wash up, studying his face in the mirror, wondering whether his expressions were too obvious while playing cards.

Could it be that Sazaki Gen could determine which pair of cards he wanted just by observing his expressions?

Fushimi Roku pondered for a moment, thinking this might be the case, considering he himself knew a bit of the Cold Reading Technique, used to handle pesky clients and interrogate those hiding something.

If Sazaki Gen was proficient in this, it wouldn’t be surprising for someone like him, who’s unsuspected, to win repeatedly.

After figuring out the trick, Fushimi Roku felt much better, planning to find a way to redeem himself tomorrow, maybe even earn some extra money. But then he saw the Ghost Claw Mark on his chest and felt a headache coming on.

Mysteriously delayed for so long, he really needed to pick up the pace.

That’s how it goes for a laborer, never busy until the last minute.

After a shower, Fushimi Roku went to bed to rest, the night passed without a word.

The next day, the two went next door to bring Atsushi back, tidying up before heading out to work.

During the day, Minamoto Tamako worked diligently, handled backlogged logistics tasks, pretended not to hear colleagues gossiping. By 5 PM, she clocked out on time, no one dared ask her to stay for overtime, especially not Kinosaki Shoujin, he didn’t dare ask her to socialize. She went straight to Senior Kazama, and the two of them continued training at the shooting range;

Meanwhile, Fushimi Roku was lounging with crossed legs, leaving all tasks to the juniors. During their field assignments and vacation leaves, Feng Island Police Station got two new recruits who happened to cover Fushimi Roku’s shifts. By 5 PM, Fushimi Roku left on time too, to find Sazaki Gen for another game.

In less than ten minutes, Fushimi Roku suffered three consecutive losses, lost thirty thousand yen, and angrily tossed the cards aside, quitting the game.

Where exactly was the problem?

While interrogating Aum Truth Sect believers, Fushimi Roku was preoccupied with thoughts of this issue.

The division’s backbone was completely wiped out, so temporarily, he couldn’t get any information about Ye Tea.

And so the days passed uneventfully, and in the blink of an eye, over two months had gone by.

During this time, Fushimi Roku lost nearly one million two hundred thousand yen, even while trying his best to control losses.

Originally, he thought it was just ’small gambling for leisure,’ but losing one or two thousand yen every day, accumulated over two months, became quite a hefty sum.

In the first half-month, Fushimi Roku had already lost all his savings. The money he lost later was actually from borrowing high-interest loans from the Yamaguchi Group—of course, not using his own ID; he forged over ten IDs to specifically exploit high-interest loans.

Besides this, the investigation into Ye Tea showed no progress.

Fushimi Roku took a short leave, traveled to Mount Fuji, and searched around for half a day, only finding some abandoned old factories and containers, not a single person from Aum Truth Sect, as the headquarters had seemingly vanished.

Then he repeated his old trick, called in to apply for membership, only to learn that it was too late—the headquarters of Aum Truth Sect had already relocated.

As for where they moved to, the operator said it’s confidential. He’d have to first connect with the staff, fill out a family information form and personal resume, and then wait for the Aum Truth Sect’s review. If approved, someone from the sect would notify him for a one-on-one meeting...

Isn’t this just a job interview?!

What kind of nonsense is this, why would joining a cult require an interview?

Has Japan gotten this competitive already? Does society really leave garbage with no place to stand?

Fushimi Roku was quite troubled by this, but such things can’t be rushed, so he could only wait for the Aum Truth Sect’s review, hoping they wouldn’t overlook such a valuable talent...

For now, he’s just relying on card games and borrowing high-interest loans to sustain himself.

Minamoto Tamako hadn’t noticed her partner’s troubles. She’s been so busy that she doesn’t even have time for romance, every night on the bed she simulates gun firing actions, making ’biubiubiu’ sound effects, feeling her shooting skills improved dramatically, maybe she’s truly a genius, might even become a sharpshooter famous throughout Japan.

Sharpshooter · famous detective · famous police chief · Lady Tamako!

This title sounds so cool!

She closed her eyes, even while sleeping agonizing over which title to put first—the sharpshooter title might be cool, but it’s clearly not as prestigious as famous police chief, which is her life’s goal!

On April 1st, Fushimi Roku’s birthday, Minamoto Tamako had pre-ordered a big cake, invited Senior Kazama, Senior Watanabe, and Director Moriki to celebrate Fushimi Roku’s birthday.

To give Fushimi Roku a surprise, they all left work early, gathered at Sugamo Apartment, even turned off the living room lights, waiting for Fushimi Roku to come home after work.

So, what was Fushimi Roku doing?

Yup, he was still playing cards.

...

"Seven consecutive losses, why not look for your own problem?"

"Your boss backstabs you, why not look for your own problem? You can’t support the organization, why not look for your own problem? You’re suppressed by the Yamaguchi Group, why not look for your own problem?"

"Why is it that others keep bullying you? Among the three designated violent groups, why does the Inakawa Association struggle so much? All should look for their own problem, right?"

"%￥&%***...everything’s your own problem, always look for your own problem, lose a card game, look for your own problem—how can I play when you’re cheating?!"

Fushimi Roku slammed the cards onto the table, cursed colorfully for a while before declaring he wasn’t going to play anymore.

He still couldn’t figure out how Sazaki Gen was cheating.

To prevent the opponent from guessing his micro-expressions, he even borrowed Sakurako’s mask, wore it while playing cards, but still ended in three consecutive losses.

The wall behind Sazaki Gen was filled with framed yen bills, densely covering the entire wall, even starting to spill over onto the second wall—that’s right, all the money was lost by Fushimi Roku.

As soon as you walk in, you’re greeted with this scene, it’s no wonder his blood pressure was high.

Sazaki Gen maintained his usual arrogant demeanor, after collecting the money he deliberately used reverse psychology, speaking sarcastically: "Looks like Mr. Fu Jian owes quite a lot, huh? Fake identity can’t fool professional debt collectors..."

He paused, offering a piece of insider information for free:

"A friendly reminder, the Yamaguchi Group will send someone to collect debts today."

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