Kazuya made a phone call. To his surprise, Naotaka simply asked him about the matter and asked him to wait with peace of mind. Then he cut off the call without even a word of comfort. If it wasn't for him coughing a few times, Kazuya almost thought he was calling wrong.
Half an hour later, someone opened the door to the interrogation room and ordered: "Kimura, let this guy go!"
The policewoman was stunned, turned around and said in surprise: "Senior, there are two injured people over there in the hospital complaining of headaches and asking the doctor to continue to observe them. The injury report cannot be confirmed at the moment. Should we let him go back now?"
This was against the rules. Although the Kameda family was obviously acting rogue, Kazuya was required to stay at least until the injury assessment was complete before he could leave. If the injury assessment was too serious, he would need to be temporarily detained.
"Don't worry about the hospital. The captain has ordered to let him go."
Kazuya was also a little surprised, but it was definitely best if he could leave. He directly stretched out his hand to signal the policewoman named Kimura to uncuff him. The policewoman felt a little weird but she still followed the orders given by her boss, so she could only take out the key.
Kazuya was a person involved in the public security case, not a suspect in a criminal case, nor a fugitive with a reward on his back. No one paid attention to him after he was taken off the cuffs, and he was allowed to leave on his own. He walked out the room and found Naotaka waiting for him with a small wine bottle and sipping wine. His expression was quite comfortable and he was not anxious at all.
Kazuya quickly stepped forward and bowed his head, "Mr. Sakura, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."
This point is the prime time for the operation of "Pure Flavor House". If the chef is not there, it will probably be closed without customers. Just this is a big favor, not to mention that he can be released directly at this time. It must be Naotaka who found someone through some connections.
Naotaka smiled gently and stretched out the wine bottle towards him, "Matsuoka, do you want to take a sip to calm down the shock?"
Kazuya stared blankly at the bottle and was speechless for a moment. Japanese law stipulates that only those over twenty years old can drink. Is it really okay for you to hand a wine bottle to a sixteen-year-old in the police station? Don't let me come out and you go in instead! That little raddish is probably going crazy at home. If you go in jail because of me again, will she risk her life with me without taking her brothers and sisters?
He quickly declined, but Naotaka didn't care. He took another sip and walked out with him. "I was shocked when I received the call. I didn't expect such a stable young man like you to be sent to the police station."
Kazuya was embarrassed and apologized again: "I'm sorry."
Naotaka laughed, but immediately coughed a few more times. He took another sip of wine, and then he seemed to feel more comfortable. "Take it easy. I asked about the matter clearly, although your behavior was a bit reckless, but it can't be said to be your fault. As a man, it is a natural responsibility that we must bear to protect the people around us."
"Thank you for your understanding!" As they spoke, they had already left the police station. Kazuya looked back and asked softly with some curiosity: "Did you ask an acquaintance?" He originally just wanted to invite Naotaka helped him find a better minors' rights lawyer, but he didn't expect him to be so direct and got him out first.
Naotaka laughed at herself: "I am a native of the land. I can always find some connections with acquaintances. If you kill someone, I will definitely not be able to protect you. But this is just a fight."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Sakura!" Kazuya could only thank him again.
Naotaka stood at the door of the police station, "It's nothing, Matsuoka. Everyone has his own problem, so help if you can. More friends, more paths; More enemies, more blocks. This is my motto in life, and I encourage you to share it. It's just..."
He began to ponder slightly as he spoke, as if he was not very good at expressing himself.
"Mr. Sakura, if you have anything to say, please just say it."
Naotaka burst into laughter, "The words may not sound pleasant. Matsuoka. Have you ever heard of the saying that a good swimmer drowns in water? I have seen many people who practice swordsmanship in my life, and most of them have gone. Those who show off their strength and fight ruthlessly will end up either dead or disabled, and rarely end well..."
As he spoke, his expression darkened, "Matsuoka, I hope you can learn from the detours taken by your predecessors! "
Kazuya was silent. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. He was not the kind of person who liked to show off his strength. This time, things really happened for a reason. But Naotaka just stood from the side of elders and told him some words. So he couldn't say anything and could only listen.
Naotaka looked at his expression and shook his head lightly, "This is not the place to talk. If you don't mind, can you come to the shop early tomorrow? I want to have a good talk with you."
Kazuya was stunned, thinking that he had gotten into trouble this time. Naotaka became interested in preaching. Older people have this problem. He didn't want to go, but Naotaka had just helped him so much, so he was too embarrassed to refuse. He nodded and said, "I see, Mr. Sakura. I will go there early tomorrow."
After saying that, he saw that Naotaka seemed to be in poor health and asked with concern: "Mr. Sakura, I think you are a little tired, shall I send you back to rest first?"
The two of them had been standing at the door of the police station for a while. Kazuya felt it was time to leave, while Naotaka refused, "I'm waiting for someone."
"Who are you waiting for?"
"Two friends, the notification was a bit hasty and the arrival was a bit slow. It may take a while. If you have something to do, you can go back first. It's okay."
Naotaka didn't go into too much detail, but Kazuya didn't leave at once. After all, he was the ultimate beneficiary, so he said: "Then I will wait with you."
"It's really okay..." Naotaka just said half a sentence with a smile, when a black F-Tiara came out from the corner of the street. The car was going very fast, and it suddenly stopped in front of them. Then the car door opened and two tall men jumped out.
The two men glanced at Kazuya, seeing that he was just a teenager and didn't take it seriously. They all bowed ninety degrees to Naotaka: "Master, I'm very sorry, we are late."
"No, it's my fault. I informed you too hastily, and I caused trouble for you this time." Naotaka bowed in return.
Kazuya followed Naotaka to return the manner and glanced at the two people in front of him with his peripheral vision. A corner of the tattoo was exposed on the back of his neck when he bent over. He had a Yamamoto haircut and was wearing an unmarked black suit and white shirt. He was probably a Japanese gangster.
The two men in black suits didn't pay attention to Kazuya at all. One of them asked Naotaka with concern: "Master, why are you in such a hurry?"
Naotaka smiled gently: "It's not a big deal, I just encountered a little trouble. Oshima, I remember your territory is in this area, right? Do you know a man named Jiro Kameda?"
"I know him but I'm not familiar with him. I've only met him a few times in the casino. He's a guy with no future... Did he offend you? Do you want to take advantage of him?"
"No, I just want to talk to him, but I'm afraid it will cause more trouble if we can't talk together, so I can only ask you to come forward."
Oshima waved his hand, and the other one went directly to open the car door. He lowered his head and said: "Master, please don't say that. I have been indebted to you for taking care of me a lot in the past. I have wanted to repay you for so many years but never had the chance, so please don't be polite, just order if you have anything to do!"
The two big men were very respectful and polite, but Naotaka was still very gentle and humbly said: "Serious words, serious words, Oshima." After saying that, he got in the car.
Kazuya planned to follow, but Naotaka stopped him, "Matsuoka, you are still young, it is better not to get involved in this kind of thing. I will call you when the matter is over. Please go home first."
Kazuya hesitated for a moment, "You don't need to do this, Mr. Sakura, I can handle it myself."
Naotaka smiled slightly: "I know, but you're still young, and it will take time and effort to deal with it. But at my age, Kameda will be more polite. It's better to talk about this kind of thing. It's not a lot of effort, so don't be polite."
After saying that, he pushed Kazuya away, closed the car door directly, and gently waved to him through the car window, signaling him to go home quickly.