Chapter 366 Someone Wants to Know Whether the Handless Demon Has Been Influenced by the Angel

Chapter 366 Someone wants to know if the "handless devil" has been influenced by an angel

The sun rose as usual, and Tetsuya Kisaki had already put his phone in his pocket.

He took the wet towel handed over by his subordinate and wiped his face. His face had returned to calm. It seemed that the person who was madly dialing the phone and was angry and hysterical before was someone else, but the hands hanging on both sides of the trouser seams had been clenched into fists, and the veins were bulging from using them.

"Military Advisor, what should we do next? It's not far from the time when the eldest brother gets up..." Hirata Shuntaka, who also did not sleep all night and ran around all night under Kisaki's command, asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Tetsuya Kisaki clenched his teeth again, his cheeks bulged, and his eyes, as yellow as his hair, burst into infinite fierce brilliance.

After two seconds of silence, he regained his composure. No one could see any emotion from him except for his violent eyes:

"Do nothing. When the elder brother gets enough sleep, he will solve everything."

When he said this, blood flowed from the fingers of Xisaki's clenched fist, and his nails had already dug deep into the flesh.

Incompetent! Xisaki Tetsuta is really incompetent! What an incompetent subordinate!

How dare you follow that adult? Is it just because he is so powerful that he can solve everything without any help? In that case, where is your value? What is the meaning of your existence? Why do you use the power of that adult to realize your dream?

The taste of rust appeared in his mouth, and Xisaki's eyes became more and more fierce.

If it weren't for the elder brother's strict prohibition of his subordinates from getting off their seats, Xisaki would have knelt at the door of Ruyi Liao. Of course, before that, he would kill that woman first. I tanned the ugly head and presented it to my elder brother in a fine black persimmon wood box as an apology.

Just like my elder brother said, when you encounter difficulties, just close your eyes and go to sleep. Since you can't solve the difficulties, why not get rid of the people who create difficulties? Isn't that what I have always done?

I am Tetsuta Kisaki, who dreams of standing in the shadow of my elder brother and climbing to the top of the world with him. Doing all kinds of evil should be my nature!

Countless crazy thoughts collided in Kisaki's head, and his nails pinched into the flesh more and more.

Finally, his palms lay flat and naturally fell on both sides of his legs. The madness on his face subsided a lot, and then he spoke calmly without looking back:

"Don't call me military advisor, call me general manager, and my elder brother is the president. And you are the driver and general affairs person."

After a pause, Kisaki's eyes became a little deep:

"Remember your identity."

These words were said by my elder brother to me.

"Yes!" Hirata Shuntaka quickly stood at attention and bowed, then stood behind Xisaki with a calm expression and held his breath.

The sun rose slowly, and the white morning light slowly dispelled the morning mist. This should have been a pleasant sunny day, but at this moment, there was a bit of a chilly atmosphere.

The street lights went out, and the sunlight cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, which became longer and shorter.

The chatter of the wives who got up early with their baskets stopped abruptly when they walked to the door of Ruyi Liao. They glanced at the two silent men in black suits with doubts and fear, and quickly moved away from the other side of the road.

"Take, Mrs. Takemura, is that Hojo-san's home?" Mrs. Oda, whose husband is a dentist, asked in a low voice with an uncertain expression, and looked back carefully from time to time.

"Yeah..." Mrs. Takemura lives in front of Hojo Kyosuke's house. The family of Little Red in the red, yellow and blue triplets. Her husband runs a clothing factory. Unlike Mrs. Oda, who is in doubt, she has more contact with Hojo Kyosuke and is now full of gossip.

"What should we do? Should we call the police? Or call Hojo-san?"

Mrs. Oda continued to ask. When they spoke, the two of them were already standing on the corner of the street. Now they pretended to stand here and chat, but in fact, they both turned their bodies sideways and looked at Ruyi Liao and the two black suits at the door with their peripheral vision.

"Why call the police?" Mrs. Takemura was stunned, and then Mrs. Oda probably didn't remember Tetsuta Kizaki, the person who followed Hojo Kyosuke to deliver the moving gifts, so she quickly explained:

"That's Hojo-san's subordinate in the company. Judging from his expression, he must have something important to ask him."

It was because she knew this that she could join in the fun so confidently at a close distance, otherwise she would definitely run farther away.

"Subordinates? Why not just ring the doorbell?" Mrs. Oda was stunned.

"Oh, looking at that expression, I know that he must have messed up!" Mrs. Takemura is very experienced in this. After her husband's subordinates messed up, their wives asked her out to give gifts with this expression. It's absolutely correct!

But these two people are really stupid. At this time, they didn't quickly ask for help from the girls around Hojo-san. Why are they standing here stupidly?

"I see." Mrs. Oda suddenly realized, and then said in surprise: "I didn't expect that Hojo-san looked so gentle at ordinary times, but he turned out to be such a strict person in the hearts of his subordinates?"

"Those who are not strict would have gone bankrupt long ago." Mrs. Takemura said disdainfully. So even though they all live in a residential street, everyone's pattern is still different. This kind of small clinic can't be compared with this one.

"That's right." Mrs. Oda nodded, thinking of her husband's stern look at the girls in the clinic, and she agreed with it, but her face changed quickly:

"The supermarket event has started!"

"Ah!" Mrs. Takemura glanced at her watch, her face changed, and she looked at Ruyi Liao reluctantly, and quickly caught up with Mrs. Oda in front of her. Today is the special day for green onions. The special green onions shipped from Saitama are 20% cheaper than usual!

Time passed slowly, and when the two housewives finished shopping in the supermarket and walked back to the block with their full bamboo baskets, they saw a familiar person at the door of Ruyi Liao.

"Good morning, Hojo-san."

The two wives greeted with some surprise. Hojo Kyosuke actually went out so early today? You know, in the past, those who would get up at this time were usually the brown-haired and gentle girl Nishimiya Glass, or Yukino Baixiangli who looked like a beauty in a classical oil painting, and occasionally the girl named Yamauchi Sakura would yawn and follow along.

Yes, the girls have successfully integrated into this quiet and peaceful neighborhood and have become familiar with the housewives.

"Good morning, you have a good harvest, Mrs. Takemura, Mrs. Oda." Hojo Kyosuke greeted with a smile.

"Yes! Today is really amazing. I thought the green onions in Saitama Prefecture were on sale, but..."

Mrs. Takemura got excited when she mentioned this. She was about to walk towards Hojo Kyosuke with a basket and started to show off her achievements. But as soon as she took a step, she saw the two men in black suits who were bowing at 90 degrees. Although the smile on Hojo-san's face was still as gentle as usual, the two men in front of her who seemed to be about to break their waists here reminded her.

Hojo Kyosuke is not as gentle as he looks on the surface.

"Stand aside." Hojo Kyosuke said with a calm smile.

"Yes!" X2

Tetsuya Kisaki and Shuntaka Hirata didn't say a word of extra nonsense and stood directly against the wall.

"Look at this radish. It must be no more than two days since it was dug out of the soil. It's so fresh!" Mrs. Oda walked over and lifted a clean white radish from the basket.

"Oh! Amazing, it looks delicious!" Hojo Kyosuke exclaimed in cooperation.

"Right! I'll send you some later."

"And green onions too."

"Haha, I'll start looking forward to it." Hojo Kyosuke did not refuse. Neighbors doing this kind of thing is very helpful to maintain relationships. Their family also does this kind of thing on a regular basis. Even Eriri has brought a plastic container to deliver it several times.

It's rare to see a big celebrity in this neighborhood free. Mrs. Oda wanted to continue chatting for a while, but was dragged away by Mrs. Takemura. She obviously had something to do.

"Then we'll leave first."

"Well, see you later." Hojo Kyosuke said goodbye with a smile.

When the two housewives walked a distance and turned around, they saw a classic neon light truck parked in front of Hojo Kyosuke's house. Staff wearing uniforms with the words "Omura Food Hall" got out of the car and kept unloading plastic baskets full of ingredients from the car.

"So rich..." Mrs. Oda muttered to herself with her eyes blank.

"Yes." Mrs. Takemura also nodded. Even though both families were considered middle class, ordering vegetables and meat from high-end stores was still a bit extravagant. It was not that it was impossible, but it was completely unnecessary.

However, thinking about the people living in Ruyi Liao, they had to admit that no matter which man it was, with so many beauties living at home, he would never be stingy in these places.

On this side, Xisaki did not go forward to help the staff of the food hall move vegetables to show himself, but took a brown paper folder from Hirata Shunshin and bowed to Hojo Kyosuke.

"Come in, Hirata, go help Komura-san. Then go back to the car and wait."

Hojo Kyosuke smiled and nodded to Komura of the food hall, took Xisaki into the house, and then went directly across the living room to the courtyard without stopping, and the metal shutters in the living room behind him fell again, blocking the view from this side.

Without his instructions, Xisaki had already skillfully taken out the folding table and chairs from the tool room, spread them out, wiped the dust, bowed, and stood aside waiting for the next instruction.

Because there were too many women in the family, Hojo Kyosuke rarely talked with his subordinates at home, and he always chose to talk in the courtyard. It was even more important to be careful in the morning like this, because there were always some idiots who would walk out of the room in dishevel for some unknown purpose.

Xisaki was also very clear about this. If it weren't for the eldest brother's order, he would never step into Ruyi Liao at this time. If he saw something he shouldn't see, with the coldness of the eldest brother, he would definitely execute him without hesitation.

Sitting on the chair, Hojo Kyosuke crossed his legs, put the brown paper bag on his legs and slowly opened it, and said directly without turning his head:

"Sit."

Xisaki Tetsuta gritted his teeth and felt that he was not qualified to sit, but he knew that what the eldest brother hated most was repetition.

He sat down with a serious face, head down, hands clenched into fists on his knees, looking as if he was expecting Hojo Kyosuke to chop off his useless head with a sword.

Pulling out the document, before he started to read it, Hojo Kyosuke suddenly smelled blood, turned around and saw that Xisaki's clenched fists were bleeding again.

"There is a medical kit in the tool room, take care of it yourself."

"It's just a minor injury, no... yes!"

Kisaki wanted to experience the sense of atonement brought by the pain, but the moment Hojo Kyosuke looked up, he lost all the courage to speak, stood up quickly, and walked to the tool room again.

Hojo Kyosuke opened the folder, and the top stack was full of character files. They were talents that Kisaki contacted with headhunters through his own connections and were willing to switch to his studio.

Well, in fact, most of them cannot be called talents. At most, they are parts that can help him build an animation studio. The few who can be called talents are those who he met at BOX Animation Production Company when he participated in the production of "One Punch Man" before, and a few people who were introduced through the relationship between the two editors, such as cartoonists who lost their dreams because their comics were cut off.

The interview date was set for today, on the anniversary of his acquaintance with Eriri. This studio is his gift to the girl.

From the selection of personnel to the creation of the project, he hopes that every step will be filled with the common memories of the two, just like when they were drawing "One Punch Man".

In the conference room of BOX Animation Production Company, when they were watching One Punch Man together, the dazzling and wonderful smile on Eriri's face was the only scenery he had ever seen in his life. He hoped that such a smile would become a permanent expression on the girl's face in the days to come.

But now, these character files are all marked with bright red marks.

"Confirmed to give up the interview"

This morning, after defeating the evil bed that wanted to hug him tightly, he got up happily and wanted to prepare a hearty breakfast for his family. As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Tetsuta Kisaki, who told him such a bad news.

Whether it was the people contacted by the headhunting company or the people contacted with his own connections, they all chose to give up the interview overnight. Even most people put Kisaki's phone number on the blacklist.

This is fucking...

Kyosuke Hojo instantly had the urge to punch through the wall with one punch, and the murderous aura that came out of his body at that moment scared the two subordinates pale.

But in fact, looking at Tetsuta Kisaki who looked fierce and seemed ready to commit seppuku at any time, Hojo Kyosuke didn't blame him too much.

Kisaki is still too young and needs to grow up. Facing those really powerful people, his face that can't hide his thoughts is enough to devour him.

Tetsuta Kisaki quickly returned with the medical box and began to disinfect the wound with a gloomy face. The pain could not change his expression at all.

"Don't look so ugly, today is a big day for our Carbonate Animation Studio."

Hojo Kyosuke said with a smile.

"Yes." Kisaki trembled his lips and showed an ugly smile.

"Even if you are pointed at with a gun and forced to the edge of a cliff, remember to smile, Xisaki."

Hojo Kyosuke stuffed the documents back into the file bag, squinted his eyes and looked at the gradually dazzling morning sun in front of him, and continued to speak slowly:

"Only by making the other party unable to see your thoughts clearly can you make him believe that behind you is not a cliff, but a sea of ​​sunflowers. Only in this way, when he wants to come over to find out, you can have the opportunity to jump into the abyss with him."

"..." Xisaki paused in cleaning the wound, and the fierceness and gloom on his face turned into calmness at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although he couldn't smile, he was expressionless anyway:

"Yes."

"That's right, you are my military advisor. If even you panic, everyone will think I'm dying."

"Yes!"

That's right, Xisaki has always known this. As long as the eldest brother is there, there is no difficulty that cannot be solved. He only hates his own incompetence.

"Don't let people see through your thoughts so easily."

"Yes!"

"Do you know who did it?"

Hojo Kyosuke's smile was still gentle. It was understandable that he couldn't solve the dilemma, but it was not possible that he couldn't even determine who his opponent was, right? In this case...

The black eyes that coated the sunlight with a layer of gold looked at Tetsuta Kisaki. He believed that his subordinates would not be so useless.

"Yes, the other party didn't seem to want to hide it."

Kisaki reached out and took the file bag, pulled out a character file from the bottom, and handed it to his elder brother respectfully.

Hojo Kyosuke took it and looked at the information on it, without any change in his expression.