Officer Kaneda Baki Novels & Stories

Actually, what this man is thinking, I wonder. "Sorry for the long wait." someone said, then we looked ahead. A middle-aged Japanese man in a neat man-suit, he walked up to us. "I am Inspector Hayate." He introduced himself. Kai immediately got up from his seat, so did I. Then we shook the inspector's hand. "I'm Kai Yamashita and this is my friend Beyza Doğan." "So, about the incident of the attempted collision earlier. Do you have any enemies, Miss Doğan?"

Kane's expression softened immediately. "Okay." No questions. No interrogation. Just okay. He stood and held out his hand. Mona took it. They walked outside together. Kane pulled a thick wad of cash from his pocket and dropped it onto the table before leaving. Mona stared. "Kane!" He glanced back. "Come on." "But you just left money." "I know." "That's a lot of money!" "It's for the ice cream." "The ice cream wasn't up to that ." "Maybe ."

He frowned and asked, “What did he say just now?” “You bastard! You didn’t hear me just now?” Senji roared, “I want you to hand over Anzu Okita, or die!” Collier argued, “Senji Kadota? We don’t have any Ryokan women here. If you want some company, I suggest a brothel. If you want a recommendation, I do have some contacts that I can give you and they are all Ryokanians.”

Zara’s POV The morning of our departure, Mr. Nakamura insists on seeing us off personally. He stands at the entrance of his headquarters with his senior team, his translator beside him, and bows deeply. His eyes linger on me when he straightens. "Ms. Matthews," he says in careful English. "You should come back soon. You are welcome here anytime." Then he turns to Valerio and adds something in Japanese that makes the translator smile but doesn’t translate. Kenji appears as we’re about to leave, carrying a small bouquet of white lilies, carefully wrapped, and holds them out to me with both hands. "For your journey," he says, his smile warm but respectful. "And to remember Tokyo."

After eating for a while, Gerald said to Fujiko. “Sure. I am very pleased to welcome you two to come and stay in Futaba Mansion. This will make my place merrier. Let's get to know each other formally, King of Soldier, Aiden Baker.” Fujiko agreed with a smile. Then, she put down her chopsticks and stretched her slender hand out to Aiden. “You know me?” Hearing Fujiko calling his name, Aiden was a bit surprised. “Of course I know you. I am the Queen of Soldier in Japan. How can I not know about you, the King of Soldier of Weston. You know, your picture is hung on the wall of our war department and listed as a dangerous person of Weston.”

Akiko was reluctant to ask. “No. Nidaime requested that you bring it,” Shibata replied. Akiko sighed, already imagining the kind of conversation that would follow when she delivered the food. “Why do you call him Nidaime?” As they walked side by side, tray in hand, Akiko inquired. She knew Nidaime meant second-generation leader, but she didn't understand why Kenji's father was addressed that way. “Because Kenji Tanaka is Sandaime.” Akiko snorted. It was a typical Shibata answer when he didn’t want to explain. He wasn’t denying or avoiding the question but gave an absurd reply. Saying Kenji was Sandaime was like saying two comes before three—true, but not an explanation.

Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari." "What?!" Takanashi was startled. The one who asked this question was the other chef, Jun Satou (the one with blonde hair and a long bang) since he had heard their conversation before. There were only three guys on the back and Popura had gone out to the front to do her job again so they could talk freely.

Akatsuki said laughing at what his friend said. "I'm not kidding, brad," Shuji replied to his friend. Akatsuki was quiet, Erika sat next to her boyfriend and she leaned on his shoulder and she just finished. On the other hand, Raiden, Agent Zero, and Agent One are in a room to talk about arresting syndicate leader Don Emilio Gayag.

Well, well… this changes everything. I stood at my office window overlooking Manhattan’s magnificent skyline, like a predator examining his territory. Except that it wasn’t completely mine yet. Not until Alexander was out of the way. My phone buzzed. Without looking, I responded. “Speak.” “The Yakuza want their balance by month’s end,” came the chilly voice of Kenji, my contact in Tokyo. “Or they’ll take what you love most.” I clinched my teeth, squeezing the phone closer. “I said I’d have it.”

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.