Kirishima stood next to Japan's top

Kirishima stood next to Japan's top crime lord in a warehouse near Tokyo's Yokohama Port. His boss, Asami Ryuichi sat on the single chair in the warehouse flanked by Suoh and a few others by his side. Legs crossed and a cigar in his hand, Asami didn't speak as he waited for the head of Tung Shing group to arrive.

The warehouse was eerily quiet despite nearly ten armed men stood behind the yakuza. All were too afraid to even move from their designated spot, in case their boss got irritated with their movements and shoot them for disrupting his train of thoughts.

Kirishima himself stood still next to the boss, unmoving. He did occasionally glance at Asami to check if he needed anything from him. The secretary noted that his boss was highly displeased; especially after finding out that the drug supply from China was laced with white powder upon inspection. To make matters worse, Kirishima had pulled Asami away while he was on a shopping trip with his lover. He was thankful that Akihito survived the shopping trip without scratches aside from the minor incident at the boutique, or there would be hell to pay for the Tung Shing group.

Kirishima gave his brain a quick scan to check for any pending tasks from Asami but there were none. Asami's last orders were to purchase that little store in Ginza and remove all sales personnel of the boutique effective immediately. That had been taken care of yesterday.

The secretary checked his wrist watch; Mr Mah was twenty three minutes behind time. Damn these Chinese and their shrewd sense of time.

"Kirishima, how long have we been working with the Tung Shing?"

Kirishima jolted from his spot when Asami's voice rang out in the quiet warehouse. He pushed his spectacles up. "A little over six months, Asami sama. I believed the shipment we received from them is the second shipment."

Asami took another drag of his cigar. "The first? Were there any problems?"

"No, everything was in order," the secretary answered. "Asami sama, if I may, the Tung Shing group – "

Kirishima's statement was halted by the sound of the metal doors opening. The guards slid their hands into their black coats and closed their hands around their guns, awaiting orders. The boss of Tung Shing, Mah Wing Shing strode in confidently with a cigarette in his hands.

Kirishima managed, just barely to stop himself from twitching at the sight of the Chinese mafia boss. Mr. Mah donned a floral shirt of rainbow colors, black dress pants and leather shoes. As if that wasn't bad enough, the short, stocky man dyed his crew cut hair gold and wore a huge gold chain around his neck. The bespectacled secretary counted at least six gold rings on his fingers.

His men were equally unsightly; all five had almost the same ugly pattern on their shirts with the worst set of teeth Kirishima had ever seen.

Mah smiled as he walked leisurely into the warehouse and Kirishima once again, winced at the sight of his gold tooth fixed on his upper canine.

"Asami san!" Mah greeted as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Asami passed the unfinished cigar to Kirishima before standing up, buttoning his coat in the process. "Mr. Mah," he greeted coolly, ignoring the Chinese mafia boss's handshake.

Mah withdrew his hand as though as nothing had happened, threw his head back and laughed heartily. "You're still as good looking as ever, Asami!" the man spoke in perfect Japanese.

So, he knew how to speak Japanese. Kirishima thought angrily as he remembered how the man had feigned stupid when he tried speaking Japanese to him.

"Mr. Mah, I didn't fly you here for some idle talk," Asami spoke in clear, commanding tone.

Mah stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes. "I'll cut to the chase then. Asami, those are some serious accusations you are throwing at Tung Shing."

Asami slid his hand into his coat. The yakuza's gesture warranted all five Tung Shing members to pull out their guns to point at Asami. The yakuza's men did the same, whipping out their guns from their coats directed them straight that the Chinese mafia.

Calmly, Asami took out a small packet from his coat and threw it to Mah. The guards of Tung Shing lowered their guns upon their boss's instructions while Asami nodded at Suoh who in turn signaled the guards to do the same.

"What is this?" Mah took the packet and sniffed.

"A small sample from your shipment here," Asami replied, walking towards the table with a wooden box and rested his hand on it. He continued, "Mah, you have been in the business for a number of years now. Surely, I do not need to tell you that the packet you are sniffing is heroin?"

"What about it?" Mah stopped sniffing and looked at Asami.

"The heroin isn't pure. My men had it checked; the box contains nearly 30% of white powder in every packet that you sent."

Mah took a step forward and growled. "Asami, are you implying that I am cheating you?"

The stocky man threw the packet on the floor, resulting white powder to be strewn around the floor. "How dare you throw those accusations at me! I checked everything myself before sending the shipment!"

Asami darkened his eyes. "My men inspected the goods upon arrival and found all packets have been contaminated and yet you have the audacity standing here, saying that I accused you?"

"Do you have proof? Your men could have said anything!"

"You want proof?" Asami signaled Suoh over. Suoh walked to Asami and retrieved his knife from the waistband of his trousers. At Asami's nod, Suoh took a packet of heroin in the box and stabbed at it, tearing the bag open. He emptied the contents on the floor.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Kirishima đứng bên cạnh của Nhật bản hàng đầu tội phạm Chúa trong một nhà kho gần Tokyo của Yokohama Port. Ông chủ của mình, Asami Ryuichi ngồi trên ghế đơn trong nhà kho bao quanh bởi Nanano và một vài người khác bên cạnh của mình. Chân vượt qua và một điếu xì gà trong tay, Asami đã không nói chuyện khi ông chờ cho người đứng đầu của Tung Shing nhóm đến.Các nhà kho là eerily yên tĩnh mặc dù gần mười người đàn ông vũ trang đứng đằng sau các yakuza. Tất cả đều quá sợ để thậm chí di chuyển từ vị trí khu vực cho phép của họ, trong trường hợp ông chủ của họ đã bị kích thích với các phong trào của họ và bắn chúng để làm gián đoạn của mình đào tạo của suy nghĩ.Kirishima mình đứng vẫn còn bên cạnh ông chủ, unmoving. Ông thỉnh thoảng đã lướt qua Asami để kiểm tra nếu ông cần bất cứ điều gì từ anh ta. Bộ trưởng ghi nhận rằng ông chủ của mình là rất khó chịu; đặc biệt là sau khi tìm rằng việc cung cấp thuốc từ Trung Quốc được tẩm với bột màu trắng sau khi kiểm tra. Để làm cho vấn đề tồi tệ hơn, Kirishima đã kéo Asami đi trong khi ông đã trên một chuyến đi mua sắm với người yêu của mình. Ông được biết ơn rằng Akihito sống sót sau chuyến đi mua sắm mà không có vết trầy xước ngoài sự nhỏ boutique, hoặc có sẽ là địa ngục để trả tiền cho nhóm Tung Shing.Kirishima đã cho bộ não của ông nhanh chóng quét để kiểm tra cho bất kỳ công việc đang chờ xử lý từ Asami nhưng đã có không có. Lệnh cuối cùng của Asami là để mua cửa hàng nhỏ đó ở Ginza và loại bỏ tất cả các nhân viên bán hàng của khách sạn boutique có hiệu quả ngay lập tức. Mà đã được thực hiện chăm sóc của ngày hôm qua.Kiểm tra bộ trưởng chiếc đồng hồ cổ tay; Ông Mah là hai mươi ba phút phía sau thời gian. Damn những Trung Quốc và ý thức của họ thông minh của thời gian."Kirishima, bao lâu đã chúng tôi làm việc với Tung Shing?"Kirishima jolted từ vị trí của mình khi giọng nói của Asami rang trong nhà kho yên tĩnh. Ông đã đẩy kính của mình lên. "Một ít hơn sáu tháng, Asami sama. Tôi tin lô hàng mà chúng tôi nhận được từ họ là lô hàng thứ hai."Asami đã kéo một của xì gà của mình. "Là người đầu tiên? Đã có bất kỳ vấn đề?""Không, tất cả mọi thứ theo thứ tự," bộ trưởng trả lời. "Asami sama, nếu tôi có thể, nhóm Tung Shing"Kirishima của tuyên bố đã được tạm dừng bởi những âm thanh của kim loại cửa ra vào mở. Bộ đội trượt tay vào áo khoác màu đen của họ và đóng lại bàn tay của họ xung quanh thành phố súng của họ, đang chờ đơn đặt hàng. Ông chủ của Tung Shing, Mah cánh Shing strode trong tự tin với một thuốc lá trong tay của mình.Kirishima quản lý, chỉ vừa đủ để ngăn chặn chính mình từ giật nhìn thấy ông chủ mafia Trung Quốc. Ông Mah mặc một áo sơ mi Hoa của cầu vồng màu sắc, màu đen ăn mặc quần và giày da. Như thể đó không phải là xấu đủ, ngắn, stocky người đàn ông nhuộm vàng tóc cắt giảm phi hành đoàn của ông và mặc một khổng lồ vàng chuỗi quanh cổ của ông. Bộ trưởng gái tính ít nhất sáu vàng nhẫn trên ngón tay của mình.Người đàn ông của mình đã được bình đẳng với unsightly; Tất cả năm đã có gần như cùng một khuôn mẫu xấu xí trên áo sơ mi của họ với bộ răng Kirishima đã từng gặp, tồi tệ nhất.Mah smiled as he walked leisurely into the warehouse and Kirishima once again, winced at the sight of his gold tooth fixed on his upper canine."Asami san!" Mah greeted as he extended his hand for a handshake.Asami passed the unfinished cigar to Kirishima before standing up, buttoning his coat in the process. "Mr. Mah," he greeted coolly, ignoring the Chinese mafia boss's handshake.Mah withdrew his hand as though as nothing had happened, threw his head back and laughed heartily. "You're still as good looking as ever, Asami!" the man spoke in perfect Japanese.So, he knew how to speak Japanese. Kirishima thought angrily as he remembered how the man had feigned stupid when he tried speaking Japanese to him."Mr. Mah, I didn't fly you here for some idle talk," Asami spoke in clear, commanding tone.Mah stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes. "I'll cut to the chase then. Asami, those are some serious accusations you are throwing at Tung Shing."Asami slid his hand into his coat. The yakuza's gesture warranted all five Tung Shing members to pull out their guns to point at Asami. The yakuza's men did the same, whipping out their guns from their coats directed them straight that the Chinese mafia.Calmly, Asami took out a small packet from his coat and threw it to Mah. The guards of Tung Shing lowered their guns upon their boss's instructions while Asami nodded at Suoh who in turn signaled the guards to do the same."What is this?" Mah took the packet and sniffed."A small sample from your shipment here," Asami replied, walking towards the table with a wooden box and rested his hand on it. He continued, "Mah, you have been in the business for a number of years now. Surely, I do not need to tell you that the packet you are sniffing is heroin?""What about it?" Mah stopped sniffing and looked at Asami."The heroin isn't pure. My men had it checked; the box contains nearly 30% of white powder in every packet that you sent."Mah took a step forward and growled. "Asami, are you implying that I am cheating you?"The stocky man threw the packet on the floor, resulting white powder to be strewn around the floor. "How dare you throw those accusations at me! I checked everything myself before sending the shipment!"Asami darkened his eyes. "My men inspected the goods upon arrival and found all packets have been contaminated and yet you have the audacity standing here, saying that I accused you?""Do you have proof? Your men could have said anything!""You want proof?" Asami signaled Suoh over. Suoh walked to Asami and retrieved his knife from the waistband of his trousers. At Asami's nod, Suoh took a packet of heroin in the box and stabbed at it, tearing the bag open. He emptied the contents on the floor.