Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge! Chapter 190 The Terminator

They all sat comfortably on the plush sofas as Tanaka and a maid quietly prepared tea and desserts for the group.

The faint clinking of porcelain cups against saucers created a soft backdrop to their conversation.

Old Futto, with his ever-dramatic flair, leaned back, puffing out his chest. "Now, Yoshida, we've decided to call our group The Terminators," he announced proudly.

Ayaka's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together in delight. "That's such a cool na," she praised, her tone sincere.

Haruto, on the other hand, couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Seriously? The Terminators? You've been watching too many old action movies."

Old Futto shot him a mock glare. "Laugh all you want, Haruto. It's a na that strikes fear into our enemies."

"Sure, sure," Haruto said, shaking his head with amusent.

"Alright, back to business," Old Futto said, his tone turning serious as he adjusted his sunglasses.

"Yoshida, tell us everything you know about The Crown Of Ito"

Ayaka took a deep breath, her hands resting neatly on her lap. "The Crown Of Ito started when Ren was in his first year of high school," she began, her voice steady.

"At first, it was just a small group Ren ford to sell porn videos. But when he t Daiki, everything changed. The operation grew exponentially until it beca what it is today."

Enji, who was casually devouring a slice of cake in one bite, chid in between swallows.

"Makes sense. If it got that big, Ren must've gotten sponsorship from Daiki and probably Shohei too."

Arataki frowned at Enji's words, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "So, in the end, one of our biggest enemies is also soone we've worked with. Are you really okay going against Kikuchi?"

Enji let out a heavy sigh, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa. "If we want to dismantle Ren and his operation, we don't have a choice," he said with quiet resolve.

Haruto leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Or," he began, his voice low but firm, "we could just dismantle Ren. That's my priority. I don't want this mission to break apart our gang, Enji. You trusted with this even before I was a part of Murder of the Crow."

His eyes burned with conviction. "If things go south, I'll take full responsibility. Daiki is my main target."

Enji looked at Haruto for a mont before letting out a laugh, his usual carefree grin returning.

"I knew this would happen," he said, his voice warm. "You don't need to carry this alone, Haruto. I'm the one who brought you into this gang. We're in this together."

Haruto felt a flicker of warmth in his chest, the weight of Enji's words comforting him more than he expected.

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Still, his thoughts turned dark as he considered what lay ahead. If Daiki was involved, then Shohei's involvent wasn't just a possibility; it was almost certain.

'When that ti cos,' Haruto thought grimly, his jaw tightening, 'I'll make sure everyone here stays safe. I can't let anyone get hurt because of .'

He clenched his fist, silently vowing to protect them all, no matter the cost.

"Now, let's continue," Old Futto said, setting his teacup down with a deliberate clink.

He straightened his posture, his expression serious. "Do you know where Ren streams all his live broadcasts and records the so-called 'seasonal sushi deals'?"

Ayaka nodded quickly, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "It's a love hotel called Love Kingdom, located in the middle of the town," she began.

"From the outside, it looks like a normal love hotel and even operates as one. But inside… that's where all the videos are stread."

Her voice faltered, and her hands tightened on the hem of her dress. "Even the human trafficking… It all happens there." She took a deep breath, as if forcing herself to relive the mories.

Seeing her distress, Haruto reached out and held her hand tightly, his touch grounding her.

The warmth of his grasp seed to ease so of her tension, and she glanced at him with a grateful, albeit faint, smile.

Arataki, Enji, and Old Futto exchanged solemn looks, a silent understanding passing between them.

Leaning forward, Enji broke the silence, his tone low and serious. "Yoshida, we've already compiled a list of many custors from the live streams and those connected to the LANE group," he said.

"But there's still a gap. We haven't been able to track down the custors involved in the deeper operations—things like the high-stakes bidding and premium deals."

Old Futto added, "We're certain Ren has all the data stored sowhere. Do you have any idea where it might be?"

Ayaka frowned, her brows knitting together in thought. "I don't know much about the details of the operation," she admitted.

"Every room I visited was with Ren, and he was always careful about what I saw. The sa goes for etings with important clients. He never let in on too much."

Her eyes widened slightly as a thought ca to her. "But… there is one place," she said, her voice tentative.

"There's a large room at the top of the hotel. I've never been allowed inside. Ren always kept it off-limits to ."

"That could be it," Haruto said, nodding. "It's worth investigating." He turned to her, his gaze firm yet reassuring.

"Your mission will be to show us as many rooms as you can. We'll give you a hidden mic and recorder to docunt what you see. It'll serve as evidence."

Arataki nodded in agreent. "Can you handle that, Yoshida?" he asked, his tone both encouraging and serious.

Ayaka straightened her posture, determination flashing in her eyes. "I'll do my best!" she replied. Then, after a pause, she hesitated.

"But… do you want to try and retrieve the data from the mysterious room?"

"No," Haruto said firmly, still holding her hand. His gaze softened, and he offered her a reassuring smile.

"I'll handle that part. You don't have to do anything dangerous."

Ayaka smiled back, comforted by his unwavering support. "Alright," she said. "I trust you."

Enji leaned back against the sofa, his arms crossed as he eyed Haruto. "So, how exactly do you plan to get inside that room?"

A sly grin spread across Haruto's face, his confidence practically radiating from him. "I've got a way," he said cryptically, his tone brimming with mischief.

Enji raised an eyebrow, his skepticism clear. "Oh, I'm sure you do," he muttered, shaking his head with a wry smile.

Haruto leaned back in his seat, his mind already working on the plan he'd kept to himself.