"The immigrants' constituents, they were paid cheap, and they were making me do all the tight jobs. Disgruntled, more and more full"
Muanchai, who ordered cheesecake and cream soda, sighs heavily.
"Chinese constituents are fun, well-paid, and prestigious. Horizontal or high-pressure? Japanese. You don't want this? Is there?"
"Yes."
Faichi smiles and nods at Muang Chai, who asks for words.
"The boss, Zhou Junjie," Zhou Chinche, "has one arm but is an idiot. Coup at the Limit of Patience"
"That's a story I know too. What I don't know is the dispute over Yukioka brand's right to sell its illegal drug, Sea Ringing. Chinese led by Zhou Junjie and immigrants led by Marcela. Both desperate to sell the yak and take it from me."
To the question of Law One, Muanchai laughs strangely for some reason.
"Right. Even if Mr. Ohashi is strong, he is not familiar with the circumstances of the drug sales organization. We are credit important. The territory is also important. It's important to impress. Claims are also important"
"Oh well..."
It was the first law that I couldn't pin to hear that much, but I'll be convinced.
A month ago, an illegal drug called 'Sea Ringing' went out for free in Euthanasia City. The producer was Junko Yukioka, the first newly released, illegal drug of the few Yukioka brands in a long time.
Seeing as the ocean ringing instantly became popular and advertised enough, Junko Snowoka said the lottery would decide on an illegal drug organization that would handle the sale of ocean ringing, recruiting.
About a week ago, it was Athletic Slime who was chosen to draw for its partner sellers. But an arrowhead partnered by Athletic Slime and Junko Yukioka, a woman named Marcella, an immigration executive within Athletic Slime, led the immigrants in a coup.
According to Marcella, if we can deal with a popular product called Sea Ringing first, we can do it even if the organization is divided, and if we can appeal that we have the right to sell, we have a calculation that we will have more allies.
"Sale of ocean ringing, awesome. The upper echelons of the organization, Chinese and immigrants alike, are changing their eyes. Junko Suzuoka promised not to sell to any organization other than ours, so I don't have to worry about it being taken by other organizations. But we're working on it internally."
Rather, it seemed to Law I that they had made such a promise, but therefore that internal strife was intensifying.
"Hasn't Junko Yukioka joined either?"
And, Law One.
"The motivated one of the constituents, Junko Yukioka, has asked me to modify it, and I'm getting strength. We immigrants, Zhou Da Chinese, help us both. Junko Yukioka, Neutral"
"Are you saying that being neutral and equal gives Mad Scientists a lot of test bench applicants?"
I listened to Muanchai, and I think Law One. This internal protest is a convenient substitute for Junko Yukioka, and I was wondering if Junko Yukioka was the one who set up the dispute. Rumor has it, he's the one who could do that kind of nasty thing.
"Junko Yukioka knows about the internal war and sells it to both of them. And they take on both requests for modifications. A very good man. And sweetie."
Muanchai stretches under his nose in the last dialogue.
(Can you call that a good guy?
Law One was skeptical everywhere.
"Are we going to fight Mr. Ohashi again? Mr. Ohashi, I want the guy from Zhou to stop putting his shoulder in. It's my job, so I don't have a choice, I know, but he's a cunt. I didn't want you to take his request."
"I didn't say you took Zhou Junjie's request."
"But you attacked us."
"That's why it takes a client to decide it's him? If you think about spinal reflexes like that, you can't be born or live long."
"Ugh..."
Told by Law One, Muanchai roars stuck in words.
(Zhou Junjie is my target, too)
That was Law One that I wouldn't say to my mouth.
Bed Street. It is a lawless area where residents of back streets gather, which exists at the end of the literal back streets of the great town of Euthanasia City.
But it's not like the residents of Front Street don't get on their feet at all. Although it is the place where illicit drug trafficking takes place, there are many apparent streets that enter the bedding streets at the risk of being targeted for illegal drugs.
"'Sea Ringing' greed sii? Luyo for Sale"
A man of Southeast Asian descent speaks in one word of Japanese when he finds a middle-aged woman with a slightly restless eye.
"No, because I have a regular seller"
"Sotchyoli ank for sale ruyo. No...... sono seller santo me mo party une. Introduction Citeyo"
In the strong words of a man, a woman becomes a troubled face.
"Oh, that's the guy"
A woman who finds and points to the usual traffickers. He was a Chinese seller.
The face of a stolen Asian man gets tough. If you wave your finger somewhere and give a signal, a few similar Asian and South American immigrants boil down straw.
When I saw that, the Chinese seller and the woman who came to buy the yak had a strong face. The seller understood what this was all about, and the woman realized it was a mess.
The women become completely stiff as immigrant men pulled out one gun after another.
"Volkswagen Cyril, Kudasai"
The first man I've spoken to said it in a harsh voice, forcing the woman into an asphalt.
Shots were fired many times. But only the immigrant men are shooting, and not a single Chinese seller has returned a single shot. I haven't even pulled out my gun.
The seller and the surrounding landscape were severely distorted. All the bullets came from Chinese traffickers. Then they landed on the ground or on walls a little further away.
"We're going to use the power of paranormal!
"He's already remodeled!
South American immigrants summon in Spanish.
Chinese sellers further expand their space distortions and connect them to distant locations.
"Looks like I caught a good catch. And it's a convenient ability."
"I'm a convenient ability person, so don't use me for this kind of role. If anything happens to you, you're not gonna get hurt."
South American immigrants were surprised to see two men emerge from the door of the space.
"Boss."
Some people have accidentally spoken out. It was Zhou Junjie, the leader of Athletic Slime, "Zhou Junjie", who showed up, and his adjacent essay "Bowen".
"Now, shall we clean the traitor? Then the territory was also guarded dead, one stone and two birds. Oh, don't hit the guests."
"Be careful with the boss."
Zhou and Hakufumi pull out the gun as they slap a light mouth.
The shootout happened - and I thought it was over in no time. All the immigrant traffickers had been shot dead.
"No, no, no!
I see the man I've been talking to rolling around as a corpse nearby, and a woman sits down and screams.
"Uh, no harm will be done that way, so it's okay. Oh, of course I'll try to porn you, or nothing like that, so it's okay. I don't want to deal with skanks like this... No, I don't, customer, not in the future..."
"No, ahhh!
It was the circumference that spoke out to calm her down, but the woman rose up and fled at first sight.
"Hmmm... I guess that means you should let me do the customer service besides me. In the right place. Thank you. I'm not the right person."
"I don't think that's the problem."
Hiroshi penetrated facelessly around her arms, tilting her little neck and roaring.