Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 45 Clean it up yourself

"Nakajima Hiroshi, making unauthorized arrests is a very serious offense!"

"Arrest and imprisonment, assault, assault, and rape—any one of these can put you in jail for years. You…"

Even so, Misaki Tachibana still showed up.

Just by glancing at the camera on the ground, one can roughly guess the situation.

"Nakajima, I won't lend you the house; it will ruin you."

She frowned deeply and stopped her.

"You must immediately file a police report, claiming that you have caught someone taking photos in the act, and request that the police arrive at the scene immediately. This is the only way to ensure that your actions are legal."

"I know you're angry, but..."

Hiroshi Nakajima nodded.

"I know."

Although she was uncooperative, it was actually out of good intentions.

I'm afraid that Nakajima Hiroshi might act impulsively and ruin his life.

Upon hearing this, the person taking the photos immediately became smug: "Haha, Nakajima Hiroshi, you definitely won't dare to report this to the police, you don't even have legal identification..."

"Bang!"

Nakajima Hiroshi kicked him in the stomach, causing the person taking the photos to gag.

"Nakajima, don't be impulsive! It's not worth it for a scumbag!"

Although Misaki Tachibana's stance may not be one of quick revenge, it is definitely for Hiroshi Nakajima's good.

She didn't even question Nakajima Hiro's legal status.

"Misaki-nee, please report this to the police."

"I have some connections here, so I can clear myself of any issues regarding my identity."

He stepped on the person taking the photos to prevent them from seeing his movements, and shook his head at Misaki Tachibana.

This is to tell the other party that they cannot actually file a police report.

Just kidding. If things really escalate to that point, the issue of his identity alone could get him into serious trouble.

Misaki Tachibana hesitated for a long time.

Nakajima Hiroshi still has value, and besides, I'm nearby, so he can't do anything too outrageous.

Even if he did it, it means he's determined to make the other party pay the price. It's just about cutting off a reckless employee, so as not to get himself into trouble.

but……

Never mind, let's see what he's up to first.

"...I'll contact a lawyer now and have him handle this. You only have fifteen minutes until the other party arrives."

"Don't cause permanent disability, and don't make the external injuries too obvious."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Nakajima Hiroshi's statement was made with absolute certainty.

Misaki Tachibana glared at him fiercely.

If you had even a shred of sense, you wouldn't have asked me for space.

"Did you hear that, Nakajima Hiroshi? I just need to hold out until the fifteenth..."

"Ughhhhhh—!"

Seeing that the other party still dared to provoke him, Nakajima Hiroshi didn't waste any words and squatted down to take action immediately.

"You can try to remember what comes next; it will help you turn the tables and accuse me."

He placed his finger bone against the base of the other person's skull.

"Pain originates from nerves and sensation, rather than actual external injury."

With a slight exertion, a sharp sting and dizziness spread throughout the voyeur's brain.

"Whoaaaaah! Stop, stop!"

"In the east, this place is called Fengchi (Wind Pool) acupoint."

"Just as you feel, even this little bit of pressure can cause such intense pain."

"If you hold it down..."

His fingers continued to exert force.

In just a few seconds, the person taking the photos couldn't help but gasp, gag, and tremble uncontrollably.

"It takes about ten seconds to feel dizzy and nauseous. Even if you let go, the headache can last for several minutes or even half an hour."

"Most people will experience pain to the point of incontinence within about half a minute, and will also suffer serious aftereffects."

"But you're lucky. I'm a clean person, so in the next fifteen minutes, I'll only apply pressure briefly, letting you experience forty to fifty rounds of excruciating pain."

"If you manage to endure all of this without breaking down, then you'll have the opportunity to sue me for vigilante justice."

"But you'll only be suing a guy named Nakajima Hiroshi. Let me think... I've really spent a lot of time on that name. I'll be heartbroken if I lose it."

"We have to get this debt back from you."

He was bluffing, but his opponent had no room to make a judgment.

Because a new wave of excruciating pain has already begun!

"Cough! Cough! Cough! Stop! What do you want? I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Just kidding, he's just a paparazzi, not some trained secret agent.

In just a short while, his whole body was soaked in sweat, his eyeballs rolled upwards uncontrollably, and he curled up on the ground like a giant shrimp, trembling incessantly.

Forty or fifty rounds, and it's likely to leave a lasting trauma.

"A very smart choice."

Nakajima Hiroshi wiped his hands, watching as the other person collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and said coldly.

"Taking photos without consent is a criminal offense, punishable by up to 3 years in prison or a fine of 300 million yen. Since you're in this line of work, you should know more about it than I do."

"If you can provide information that satisfies me, I can explain to the police that you are cooperating with the investigation, which will greatly help in sentencing you."

"But if you don't understand, we will persist in pursuing this to the end and submit those photos from your camera as aggravating circumstances."

"At that time, the punishment you will face will only be more severe."

He didn't mention not reporting the case, as that was his weakness and could only be brought up by the other party.

"Can, could we not report it to the police...?"

"Not going to report it?"

Nakajima Hiroshi scoffed: "Why should I? Just because of this incident today, I can legally and legitimately squeeze you out of your entire fortune."

What leverage do you have to convince me?

As he spoke, he took out his phone and turned on the stopwatch: "I'll give you thirty seconds to come up with a reason to convince me. If I'm not satisfied, the torture will continue."

"Twenty-nine..."

"Twenty-eight..."

"Twenty-seven."

Nakajima Hiroshi checked very slowly; each number took two or three seconds to process.

But these details are completely imperceptible to someone who has just been tortured.

He felt extremely anxious.

Occasionally, Nakajima Hiroshi would pause briefly during the countdown, staring at the other person with a sinister grin, applying pressure while also interrupting the other person's coherent train of thought.

"eighteen……"

"What do you want to know! I'll tell you everything: who the boss is, what they're planning, and where things are at..."

The other person was already rambling incoherently.

But Nakajima Hiroshi showed no sign of stopping.

"Great numbers, aren't they?"

"Seventeen."

Misaki Tachibana overheard this and thought to herself, "How come he knows this kind of stuff?"

This is a fairly sophisticated interrogation technique, and it leaves no trace. Even ordinary underground black market operators wouldn't be too skilled at it.

Of course, Nakajima Hiro knew.

In his past life, he was a livestreamer; every year he was dragged in and extorted three or five times.

When I was young and didn't understand things, I suffered a lot of these kinds of things.

If it weren't for Misaki Tachibana refusing to lend him the venue, he would know at least ten different methods of interrogation that leave no trace.

"Nine……"

"What do you want! You can know anything you want! No, no..."

Nakajima Hiroshi stopped staring at the other person, took out a wet wipe, and began to wipe his fingers.

"three……"

"No, no, I'll do anything you want, I really, I, don't want to!"

It seems that this is really all the other party knows.

"Oh?"

Nakajima Hiroshi pinched the other person's chin: "You can do anything?"

Hearing that there was room for communication, the other party quickly nodded.

But as soon as he moved his head, dizziness and nausea struck again, causing him to cough and gag uncontrollably.

Nakajima Hiroshi tossed down the wet wipe.

"Clean yourself up, then come with me."

"Let's have a good talk."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Tachibana Misaki.