Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

The car that took us was headed to the Grand Hotel in front of the station.

The party is on the basement floor there, on the banquet floor.

Mainly gang officials seem to attend, but they also seem to be invited to talent by builders, police executives, senators, and then a half-grey group, which can be described as a lineup that boils down the darkness of society.

"I'm actually not sure what a half-grey group is, but what is that?

He returned from another world only a year ago, so the situation around him is neglected me.

Words I use in the atmosphere somehow because I occasionally see them on the news and so on, but their reality is hard to understand.

"Uh? Well, a new era of criminal organization."

Kundo begins his narrative with a seemingly careless voice.

"This is a time when you can't get involved with Yakuza anymore, right? Besides, we have a tough relationship up and down. They hate this stuff, and these days, they don't come in at all."

"No, you're just a middle-aged and elderly gangster on TV."

"Yes, yes. The youngsters will hang out with their local bad buddies and form a Yuruku prison party. So, if you're aware, you'll make rough money from fraud and extortion, you're a giant criminal organization. Stay a student nori and do the dirty, evil thing. I guess we're an old race now."

There was something in Kwon Fu's mouth that made him feel sad somewhere.

I guess you're aware that you're an old race.

"Yakuza... it's not a lot, but there were places like where the discriminated class was accepted. I'm from a very poor mother-child family, too. But half-grey these days are the ones who grew up in more than middle-class households in urban areas. I don't understand. If I had been born in a house like that, there would have been some other way."

I guess my husband should be careful, says Kundo.

"Honestly, they don't know what to do. I can't believe they were born in a decent environment and went down the outside road."

"You don't seem to think a lot about half-grey, but then why are you inviting me to a party?"

"... they have more momentum these days, and yet they didn't have any contact with us... well... we just got along."

"In short, do you feel like entertaining a competitor?"

"That's what happened. I don't like it either."

Kundo sighed deeply.

It would be the sadness of the middle management.

"Oh, it's about time."

It seemed to run quite a distance while we were chatting, and I could see a hotel-like building up front.

The driver cut the handle with a familiar hand and barely broke into the parking lot without rocking the car.

"Do you want to go there? I wonder how many JK came."

Following Kundo, who opened the door abusively, the triplets in the back seat also get out of the car.

Is the mouth of the women firmly tied because there was something to feel about the Kwon Fu story, or are you loathing the fact that JK's favorite nature came out after a serious story?

To see Mr. Hayasaka try to pull his pistol out from under his skirt, I definitely feel the latter first.

"You should stop reaching for the holster right away..."

"Mm."

The place is just the place, and I'm about to see my pants.

You're romantic that a female cop in private clothes is letting a thigh holster sneak a gun.

I'm no less inferior to Kundo than I am, too, but I had a moral to just keep it out of my mouth.

This is the difference between a snail and a criminal.

I walked through the hotel's automatic door with such crap in mind and proceeded to the lobby.

"Wow. We've already got a bunch of bad guys..."

The look on the faces of my heartless or receptionist sisters is hard. This is definitely a meeting of people from your system, aren't you going to get spoiled by our hotel riot laws? And I'm freaked out. Yes.

"This way, sir."

We were led down to the basement by Kundo, using the nearest of the four stairs.

Golden railings, bright red carpet.

Naturally because of the difference in architectural technology, interiors are much more luxurious than palaces in different worlds.

"Wow. I've never been here before."

Looking around blindly, I found an international noisy group.

... I've performed with him several times, he was a bunch of funny entertainers.

He seems to be performing songs with pleasure, surrounded by strong men.

"You're doing it, uh. My husband gave me one shot too."

"Huh?"

"You're good at this, right? I'm gonna break a bat with my ass."

I don't know where the hell you prepared it from, but Kundo has handed me a few metal bats.

"You have a grandfather over there with a knife wound. That's our best friend. That's why I want you to show me your art as much as you want in front of him. Of course, while I appeal to you that you're here with my introduction."

"I don't care if you suddenly tell me... I'm embarrassed to do this outside of work. Let me just get my mind ready."

"Can you see the little beautiful girls around your parents? That's that guy's granddaughter. I love all the funny artists meeher, and as soon as I get excited, I'll hold them"

"Keisuke Nakamoto! Yes, gentlemen. Attention! How dare you pinch this sturdy metal bat in my ass...... ahhh! It broke in an instant! What a trick is this!? What's in my ass!? Whoa, my chest hits me when I hug you so much... Okay, uncle, let's break another bottle!

I was messed up by the girls, stroked around, and had a good time.