“I hope that this plan will work out.”

  Burino had been standing over the likes of Loosy. See, the detective knew that he had been planning something, and he knew that it was weird of him to find a way to mess things up, so he told the department chief that he was going to this horrible place and told him to send reinforcements if he was to not return after twelve hours. Ten hours had passed and he was hoping for the final two to come.

  “And what’s that?”

  “I’m going to take you to the middle of Edo and I’m going to do something bad.”

  Thoughts of what depravity could come when he was in the middle of the biggest city in the world.

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  “What are you going to do?”

  The simple thought of pain hurt Loosy more than any amount of the real deal ever could. His jaw was broken but he didn’t even realize anything. So, with some help from Hans and the other people in the building, they all got together like a group of Christmas carolers and dragged him through the streets before he eventually ended up at the lands of Shinjuku.

  “This place is bustling.”

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yeah.”

  There, on concrete floors and gagged, he was dropped. They hogtied him beforehand so that way the humiliation lasted longer. Their plan was to drop him in a fishtank with John lifting him up and dropping him every few seconds.

  “That’s the stuff, keep that up every few seconds until the police arrive. Which should be… ten seconds!”

  Loosy was almost unconscious and Burino was willing to make like a tree and scram if he could get Burino with him soon.

  “Okay, that’s enough. Let the others take over.”