Tsukishiro was stunned for a long time before realizing that he, an adult, had been hit by a child.
Just as he was about to retaliate, he suddenly remembered the other party's identity.
Despite being seething with anger, Tsukishiro still forcibly suppressed the rage in his heart.
"How rude! Is this the upbringing of the Miyako Family? You've completely disgraced the Miyako Family."
Tsukishiro attempted to use the Miyako Family to suppress Amane's arrogance.
"Manners are for people. You're just Ayanokouji Atsuomi's dog. Do you even deserve to talk about manners? Weren't you planning to lay a hand on Arisu? Now, in front of me, say what you just said again."
Damn it.
Tsukishiro cursed inwardly.
He realized he had fallen completely into a trap. No wonder Sakayanagi Narimori, that old fox, had called this little girl to listen in on their conversation this time.
Tsukishiro had originally thought Sakayanagi Narimori just wanted to use the Miyako Family's name to pressure him, but he never expected Sakayanagi Narimori's daughter to be her friend.
If he had known earlier, even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't have dared to directly threaten Sakayanagi Narimori with Sakayanagi Arisu.
Friends from prominent families were not like those fair-weather friends outside.
Especially childhood friendships, which were incredibly strong.
Sakayanagi Narimori had already prepared a fallback for his daughter from the beginning. No wonder he had such confidence.
Suddenly, an uneasy feeling surged into Tsukishiro's heart.
What if... Sakayanagi Narimori died here after meeting him? What would happen? Whether or not Tsukishiro did it, as long as Sakayanagi Arisu asked Amane for help, the Miyako Family crushing him would be no different from crushing an ant.
Could it be that Sakayanagi Narimori, that old geezer, was planning to set him up?
Thinking of this, even Tsukishiro, who had been immersed in the underworld for many years, felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead.
For Tsukishiro to be drenched in sweat in an air-conditioned room was, to say the least, a spectacle.
"Please allow me to apologize for my previous rude remarks. However, I also came here at Ayanokoji sensei's request. If I cannot bring Ayanokoji Kiyotaka back, I'm afraid sensei will not let the matter rest."
Tsukishiro almost without hesitation performed a dogeza, kneeling before Amane with his head touching the ground, begging for forgiveness.
A classic saying circulated in their circle:
When faced with a problem, first use your brain to solve it. If your brain can't solve it, use your fists. If your fists can't solve it, then use your knees. This was their way of survival.
"Won't let the matter rest? That's great. It's been a long time since I've seen him. Go back and tell him to come and get the person himself. Oh, and remember to tell him to wash his neck. I won't be as polite to him as I was to you."
Polite?
Tsukishiro couldn't believe what his ears had just heard.
Amane actually said that such humiliation was already polite.
Amane caught a glimpse of Tsukishiro's expression, kicked him over, and then returned to her seat.
"Now get out. Remember to deliver my message."
"Yes! I will definitely deliver your message!"
Tsukishiro glared resentfully at Chairman Sakayanagi, then lowered his head and quickly left the office, afraid of getting further entangled with Sakayanagi Narimori.
Amane then looked at the Sakayanagi uncle in front of her.
"Uncle, you're quite the schemer... That address feels a bit formal. Can I change it?"
Sakayanagi Narimori, who hadn't anticipated Amane becoming so assertive, smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Of course, you can. When you come here, it should feel like coming home. The way we address each other can also be more relaxed, without so much formality."
Sakayanagi Narimori's words brought a smile to Amane's face.
"That would be wonderful. It was really a mouthful just now... Old man, did you call me here just to be your shield?"
Amane's somewhat street punk-like address left Sakayanagi Narimori stunned for a long time.
"Hey, hey, answer my question."
Amane impatiently tapped the table.
Startled awake, Sakayanagi Narimori immediately began to ponder how to answer the question.
He had originally thought Amane was still the quiet, elegant, and reserved young lady he remembered.
So even if he used her a little, Amane wouldn't say anything openly.
But now, in front of him was a sullen-faced, tightly clenched-fisted, volatile girl who looked ready to punch him in his old face if he said something wrong.
This huge contrast made all the excuses Sakayanagi Narimori had prepared seem unsuitable.
After much thought, Sakayanagi Narimori decided to be frank and have a good talk with Amane.
"To be honest, I did intend to use your identity, Amane, to block the pressure from Ayanokoji sensei. You know that although his power is not what it once was, his prestige remains. Plus, he has a close relationship with your father. If I want to stick to my ideas, I must rely on your strength."
Sakayanagi Narimori's words were sincere.
But they only earned a cold laugh from Amane.
"Have you also learned this trick of ninety percent truth and ten percent lies to fool ghosts? Or have you always been like this, old man?"
Seeing Amane immediately expose his little scheme, even Sakayanagi Narimori, who had seen many storms, couldn't help but blush.
"You found me out, huh? Alright, I admit I wanted to leverage your grandfather's prestige. At nearly eighty, he can still take office; this is undoubtedly a miracle in the political world. Ayanokoji sensei originally thought that by bringing down Onijima, he could take the position himself or support your father. But he never dreamed that Miyako Bang Dian's prestige was too great, ultimately causing his efforts to be in vain. He had no choice but to place his last hope back on the White Room..."
Sakayanagi Narimori's words were interrupted by Amane before he could finish.
"Stop rambling. I know you mean to persuade me to help you keep Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, but the problem is, given my relationship with Ayanokouji Atsuomi, I'd rather he drop out of school sooner. Asking me to protect him, don't you think that's like a fool's dream?"
Amane expressed her opposition to Sakayanagi Narimori's idea.
She had no reason or motivation to protect Ayanokoji Kiyotaka.
"If I'm not mistaken, you dislike Ayanokoji sensei, right?"
"Of course."
"Then you need to protect Ayanokoji Kiyotaka even more. Because sensei wants him to withdraw, are you willing to satisfy his request so easily? What's more, that child, Kiyotaka, doesn't get along with his father."
Sakayanagi Narimori said with a hint of deeper meaning.
"Do you mean Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is in his rebellious phase?"
Amane asked tentatively.
"That interpretation is fine, after all, he escaped."
Upon hearing this, Amane's purple eyes couldn't help but light up.
She hadn't expected that guy's child wasn't on the same page as him.
After going to great lengths to cultivate his child into an artificial genius surpassing natural geniuses, did this artificial genius actually escape his control?
She wondered what Ayanokouji Atsuomi would think when he found out.
However, Ayanokoji Kiyotaka escaping here for refuge, was he planning to deny his father's achievements?
How interesting.
Although watching Ayanokoji Kiyotaka gradually deny his father, and even deny his own existence, would be very interesting.
But for Amane, this small pleasure was not enough as compensation.
However, Sakayanagi Narimori clearly had a backup plan to get Amane to agree.
Not long after he made a phone call.
The office door was knocked.
"Come in."
"Father, why did you call me so urgently? Hmm? Why are you here too, Amane?"
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