When Naoto Ohshima returned home, his first action was to take a shower since his pants still reeked of urine that even he found it hard to bear. After he finished his shower, he came to the window and subconsciously opened it. When he looked at the opposite street, he suddenly felt a chill traveling down his spine. There’s a black van keeping him under surveillance.

“Those bastards!” Naoto Ohshima softly roared. He didn’t dare to curse loudly since he feared that he might provoke them, and it wouldn’t do him any good.

He considered his life to be more valuable than them, not to mention that there weren’t any death sentences in the country. So if he was murdered, wouldn’t his death be worthless?

Naoto Ohshima went to search his dirty clothes and found a folder before he went down and knocked on his father’s door.

His father, Yuji Ohshima, was already asleep. When he was startled awake by the noise, he sat up and solemnly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I have something that I would like to discuss with you.” Naoto Ohshima replied.

Yuji Ohshima unhappily snorted before...