#2018 toyota hr

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แนะนำรถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี อัพเดทล่าสุด 2023

รถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีราคาเริ่มต้นที่เท่าไร มีรุ่นใดน่าใช้งานบ้าง แนะนำรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ ภาคใต้ มะขามเตี้ย เมือง สุราษฎร์ธานี ตลาดนัดรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี เป็นเจ้าของรถมือสองสภาพดีราคาถูกได้ง่ายๆ

จังหวัดสุราษฎร์ธานีนับเป็นอีกจังหวัดหนึ่งในภาคใต้ที่มีขนาดใหญ่และมีประชากรอาศัยอยู่เป็นจำนวนมาก กอปรกับสภาพเศรษฐกิจของจังหวัดสุราษฎร์ธานีที่มีความโดดเด่นทั้งในด้านเกษตรและการท่องเที่ยวซึ่งมีนักท่องเที่ยวปีละกว่าล้านคนเข้ามาท่องเที่ยวในจังหวัดนี้ส่งผลให้ตลาดนัดรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานีเองก็มีความคึกคักอยู่โดยตลอด อีกทั้งรถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีก็มีให้เลือกในหลากหลายรุ่นทั้งรถ��เนกประสงค์ SUV , รถกระบะ 4 ประตู รถกระบะตอนเดียว กระบะแค็บ , รถเก็งซีดาน 4 ประตู และรถแบรนด์ยอดนิยมจากยุโรปทั้ง BMW และ Mercedes Benz เสริมด้วยเต็นท์รถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีมีให้เลือกชมในหลายร้านโดยเฉพาะรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ ภาคใต้ มะขามเตี้ย เมือง สุราษฎร์ธานีซึ่งถือเป็นแหล่งใหญ่ที่คนสุราษฎร์ธานีมักไปเลือกชมรถมือสองกัน นอกจากนี้แล้วยังมีรถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานีให้เลือกชมอีกเช่นเดียวกันในเว็บไซต์ Chobrod.com ตลาดรถออนไลน์ที่มีรถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ให้เลือกมากที่สุดในไทย

อัพเดทราคารถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี ล่าสุด 2023

รถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี Honda Jazz รุ่น 1.5 S i-VTEC ปี 2021 ราคาประมาณ 550,000 บาท

รถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี Toyota Hilux Revo รุ่น 2.4 Z Edition J Plus ปี 2020 ราคาประมาณ 485,000 บาท

รถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี Isuzu D-Max รุ่น 1.9 Space Cab L DA ปี 2019 ราคาประมาณ 510,000 บาท

รถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี BMW รุ่น X4 2.0 xDrive 20d M Sport 4WD ปี 2018 ราคาประมาณ 1,990,000 บาท

รถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ Honda HR-V รุ่น 1.8 E Limited ปี 2017 ราคาประมาณ 599,000 บาท

รถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ Mercedes Benz C350e 2.0 e AMG Dynamic ปี 2016 ราคาประมาณ 1,490,000 บาท

มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี Honda CR-V รุ่น 2.0 E ปี 2015 ราคาประมาณ 539,000 บาท

มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี Toyota Camry รุ่น 2.0 G ปี 2014 ราคาประมาณ 530,000 บาท

รถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี Honda Brio รุ่น 1.2 Amaze S ปี 2013 ราคาประมาณ 278,000 บาท

รถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี Toyota Fortuner รุ่น 3.0 V ปี 2007 ราคาประมาณ 458,000 บาท

จากการสำรวจประกาศขายรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีในเว็บไซต์ Chobrod.com ตลาดรถออนไลน์ชั้นนำที่ดีที่สุดในประเทศไทยพบรถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานีเป็นจำนวนมาก โดยมีราคาจำหน่ายเริ่มต้นที่ประมาณ 200,000 บาท ถึง 1,000,000 บาท โดยเฉพาะรถในกลุ่มอเนกประสงค์แฮทช์แบ็ก 5 ประตู เช่น Honda CR-V ปี 2014 ราคาเริ่มต้นประมาณ 530,000 บาท และ Suzuki Swift รุ่น 2.1 GL ปี 2017 ราคาประมาณ 348,000 บาท เท่านั้น ซึ่งถือว่ามีราคาไม่สูงนักเมื่อเปรียบเทียบกับราคาจำหน่ายรถ SUV ในปัจจุบัน สำหรับรถในกลุ่ม SUV เหล่านี้สามารถตอบโจทย์กา��ใช้งานได้อย่างหลากหลายทั้งเป็นรถครอบครัวเนื่องจากมีเบาะนั่งภายในที่สามารถบรรจุผู้โดยสารได้มากถึง 5 ที่นั่ง เสริมด้วยโครงสร้างตัวถังที่มักจะถูกดีไซน์ให้มีรูปทรงที่ปราดเปรียวมีความคล่องตัวสูงและห้องโดยสารที่มีขนาดใหญ่ 

ในส่วนของผู้ที่มีความสนใจรถ PPV ขนาด 7 ที่นั่งก็ยังมี Toyota Fortuner ปี 2017 มีราคาเริ่มต้นเพียง 450,000 บาท และ Ford Everest ปี 2015 ราคาเริ่มต้นที่ 790,000 บาท สามารถรองรับการใช้งานในรูปแบบรถครอบครัวได้เป็นอย่างดีด้วยห้องโดยสารที่มีขนาดใหญ่พร้อมฟังก์ชั่นอำนวยความสะดวกที่ครบครันซึ่งถือเป็นจุดเด่นของรถรุ่นนี้ กอปรกับการติดตั้งเบาะนั่งภายในที่มีมาให้ถึง 7 ที่นั่งจึงสามารถรองรับการใช้งานในรูปแบบรถครอบครัวได้เป็นอย่างดี เสริมด้วยระบบขับเคลื่อนที่มีให้เลือกใช้งานทั้งในรูปแบบรถขับเคลื่อน 2 ล้อ 2WD และระบบขับเคลื่อน 4 ล้อ 4WD ซึ่งสามารถรองรับการใช้งานในเส้นทางทุรกันดารและการขับขี่แบบออฟโรดได้อีกด้วย

นอกจากนี้แล้วตลาดนัดรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานี รวมไปถึงเต็นท์รถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานียังมีให้เลือกชมในหลากหลายพื้��ที่เกือบทั่วทั้งจังหวัดโดยเฉพาะรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ ภาคใต้ มะขามเตี้ย เมือง สุราษฎร์ธานีซึ่งนับเป็นศูนย์รวมในการจำหน่ายรถมือสองในเมืองสุราษฏร์ธานีพร้อมโปรโมชั่นรถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ให้ท่านได้เป็นเจ้าของรถคันโปรดได้อย่างง่ายดายอีกด้วย หากสนใจรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีสามารถค้นหาข้อมูลเพิ่มเติมได้ที่ Chobrod.com

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การซื้อขายรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีสามารถที่จะทำได้ในหลากหลายวิธีทั้งจากการซื้อยังเต็นท์รถมือสองโดยตรงซึ่งมีตั้งอยู่เกือบทั่วทั้งจังหวัดโดยเฉพาะรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ ภาคใต้ มะขามเตี้ย เมือง สุราษฎร์ธานีซึ่งถือเป็นศูนย์รวมจำหน่ายรถยนต์มือสองที่มีให้เลือกหลากหลายเต็นท์พร้อมราคาจำหน่ายที่ไม่สูงมากนักเพียงแค่ท่านเดินทางเข้าไปสอบถามรายละเอียดรถรุ่นที่ท่านต้องการพร้อมราคาจำหน่ายซึ่งท่านจะได้รับข้อมูลรายละเอียดรถอย่างครบถ้วนพร้อมทั้งตรวจสอบสภาพรถและเจรจาทดลองขับได้โดยตรง อีกทั้งเต็นท์รถมือสองตลาดนัดรถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ธานีโดยส่วนใหญ่รถที่นำมาจำหน่ายมักจะเป็นรถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานีโดยตรงซึ่งมีสภาพดี ราคาถูกและมีความน่าเชื่อถือ อีกทั้งยังได้รับโปรโมชั่นเด็ดรถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ที่ช่วยให้ท่านสามารถเป็นเจ้าของรถมือสองคันที่ต้องการได้อย่างง่ายดายมากยิ่งขึ้นในราคาที่ประหยัดมากที่สุด

อย่างไรก็ตามนอกจากการซื้อขายรถยนต์มือสองโดยตรงที่เต็นท์รถแล้วยังมีการค้นหารถมือสองในช่องทางออนไลน์อีกรูปแบบหนึ่งผ่านเว็บไซต์ Chobrod.com ตลาดรถออนไลน์ชั้นนำที่รวบรวมเอารถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์และรถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานีเอาไว้ให้ท่านเลือกชมมากที่สุดในประเทศไทย เพียงแค่ท่านเปิดเว็บไซต์ Chobrod.com พร้อมระบุจังหวัดที่ต้องการค้นหารถ เช่น สุราษฎร์ธานีแล้วกดค้นหาท่านก็จะได้พบกับรถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี ราคาถูก สภาพดี เป็นจำนวนมาก หรือ หากท่านต้องการขายรถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานี เจ้าของขายเองก็สามารถที่จะลงประกาศได้ฟรีไม่มีค่าใช้จ่ายเพียงระบุรายละเอียดของรถพร้อมภาพประกอบให้ครบถ้วนประกาศขายรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีของท่านก็จะได้รับการอนุมัติโพสต์และกระจายไปยังแพลตฟอร์มต่างๆของ Chobrod.com เพื่อช่วยให้ท่านสามารถขายรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีได้อย่างรวดเร็วมากที่สุดในราคาที่ท่านพึงพอใจมากที่สุดอีกด้วย

หากท่านสนใจรถยนต์มือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี รถมือสอง สุราษฎร์ ภาคใต้ มะขามเตี้ย เมือง สุราษฎร์ธานี ค้นหารถบ้านสุราษฎร์ธานี สภาพดี ราคาถูก เจ้าของขายเอง มีความน่าเชื่อถือ เปรียบเทียบราคารถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานี ตรวจเช็คราคารถมือสองสุราษ ฟรีดาวน์ เลือกรถมือสองสุราษฎร์ธานีรุ่นที่ตอบสนองต่อการใช้งานของท่านได้ที่ Chobrod.com ตลาดรถออนไลน์ชั้นนำที่ดีที่สุดในประเทศไทย

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Pick of the day - dal mio brand new blog stefanorossiautomotiveinternational.blogspot.com : La mia scelta del giorno ricade oggi su un'ecologica quanto economica (per prezzo d'acquisto) Toyota C-HR prima serie o serie precedente. Si tratta, nella fattispecie, di un 1.8 a benzina (full-hybrid) da 122cv con cambio automatico a variazione continua CVT ed allestimento intermedio Business. Immatricolata nel maggio 2018, ma con soli 63.000 km all'attivo, dotata di clima automatico bizona, cruise control, telecamera per retromarcia, cerchi in lega da 16 pollici, bracciolo, sedili anteriori riscaldabili ed altro ancora - viene messa in vendita da DE BONA MOTORS, gruppo plurimandatario con sede centrale in Venezia, a 17.990,00 euro. Già, l'usato ha il suo perché. 

[redwoodford]

Hi everyone, this is Edgar with Redwood Ford. Check out our 2018 Toyota C-HR!

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Key Features:

Stable functions and superior quality

Supports multiple board numbers, frequencies, and models

Free and easy to generate using K518/KH100+ series

Current Board Numbers: 3370 0780 0020 5691 0120 0410 3330 0351 5380 7930 0010 0440 3950 2020 0351…

Supported Frequencies: 314.35/312.09 312.09/314.35 312.50/314.00 433.58/434.42 314.35/315.10 314.35 433.92…

Supported Vehicle Models: Toyota: Camry (2015–2021), Levin (2015–2018), Corolla (2015–2019), Alphard (2015–2021), RAV4 (2015–2021), Land Cruiser (2016–2021), C-HR (2019-), IZOA (2019–2021), Wildlander (2021-), Prado (2008), RAV4 (2008–2011), Highlander (2008–2013), Alphard (2012-), Yaris (2007-), CROWN (2010–2014)…

Lexus: LS (2013–2016), ES (2006–2012), IS (2009–2015), RX- (2008–2015)…

Functions:

Get Version Info

Read Button Type

Convert Button Functions

Unlock Key

Upgrade Smart Key

Modify Frequency

Smart Key Copy

Convert Smart Key Type

Modify Remote Count Data

Generate Emergency Key

Generate Smart Key

[thaiusedcars]

🎀 TOYOTA C-HR 2018 HV HI ปี2018 🎀 รถมือสองคุณภาพดี มีรับประกัน

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I have been reviewing cars for nearly 8 years now but I can’t really think of any other car that has created so much interest while I’ve had it then the C-HR didn’t matter where I went in it I was getting looks from people, thumbs up from school kids and lots and lots of questions from people in car parks I was a little taken back at first because I was surprised by the attention it was getting. The C-HR has been generating lots of interest since it was released on the Australian market and I know a couple of people that have actually bought one so when I picked up the keys I was really keen to see what all the fuss was about. To be honest when it first arrived on our market I was too crash hot on the looks but over the last few months as I’ve seen more and more on the road the looks have grown on me and after spending a week with it I’d have to say I am now a fan of the looks.

The CH-R comes in 2 flavours C-HR and the top spec Koba, the C-HR can be had in either 2WD which is available with either a 6 speed manual or 7 speed CVT automatic or AWD which is strictly a 7 speed CVT automatic affair. While the CVT auto only Koba is available in both 2WD and AWD. Pricing starts at just $30,500 drive away in NSW for the manual 2WD C-HR and goes up to just over $39,000 for the CVT equipped AWD Koba. But I would check with your local dealer for proper pricing as they may some offers available plus the Koba can be had with contrasting black or white roof (depending on the exterior colour). For those of you that like to personalise your car there is a shed load of customised options available for the C-HR to help make sure that your C-HR will be pretty unique which I think is awesome idea and something I wish other manufacturers would actually start doing especially when you look at the overseas websites and see a long list of things available that we don’t get but I digress back to Toyota and C-HR. I’m testing the CVT equipped AWD C-HR which at the moment is just $34,800 drive away in NSW with the brilliant Hornet Yellow paint that this car is finished in not only looks good in pics looks pretty damn good in the flesh and I recon part of the reason the C-HR generated so much interest as it really stands out in the sea or silvers and white that you see most car parks full of these days.

On the inside I think Toyota have done a pretty good job, the controls are easy to reach from the driver’s seat, while the abundance of soft touch materials and black piano finishes give it an up market look and the fit was spot on (as you would expect) . The seats are comfortable and supportive I put 1100 km on it during the week I had it and was surprised at the comfort of the seats. The steering wheel is comfortable to hold and has all the buttons for the audio and hands free system so you don’t have to move your hands off the wheel, what I didn’t like however is the cruise control is on a separate stalk on the bottom right of the steering wheel even after 1100 km I still found it a pain to use. The white lit gauges were easy to see in any light and the 4.2″ Multi Information Display between them can be used to display a wealth of information.

The interior is well set out and all the controls are easy to reach from the driver’s seat not just you need to take your hands off the wheel much thanks to the steering wheel buttons. The centre stack is home to the 6.1 inch touch screen for the multimedia system and while I found it relatively easy to use I found it not as fluid as some on the market and while I was able to live stream my music from spotify via Bluetooth I found the system would be a lot easier and more user friendly if it had Android Auto capability. Head and leg room in the front was pretty good and while didn’t have anyone in the bad seat during my test I thought there would reasonable room for 2 people but a squashy for 3 in the back seat. There’s plenty storage spots with front and rear cup holders, front and rear bottle holders, glove box, lower tray, centre console box and front seat back pockets. Boot space is quoted at 377L but is limited due to the sloping back window, but with no rear passengers for the week we were able to utilise the folding back seats to open up more room for our entire luggage and we did use it as well.

Under the bonnet the C-HR is powered by an 85kW 185Nm 1.2L turbo charged 4 cylinder engine backed by a CVT transmission. Now while I found the engine adequate for driving around the suburbs and found it good keep up with traffic relatively well. Although I found it lacking in power and torque specially when faced with some long steep hills, and while it cruised easy at highway speeds, I found over taking moves had to be planned a head of time. The CVT was relatively good and under normal conditions you didn’t really notice it. However I did try and use the manual mode up a winding up hill section of road and found the shift seemed to artificial so gave up on it after 2 corners. One thing I noticed on the highway that certain times with the adaptive cruise control on specially when going slightly downhill the transmission would try and down shift to slow the car down to set speed which just resulted in the engine revving and making a lot more noise and nothing else whether that was due to the CVT or engines lack of torque I’m not quite sure. I just found it a touch annoying to have the engine start revving and making more noise out of the blue. Fuel economy wasn’t bad at all in 1100km I averaged 6.9L for the whole trip mind you a lot of that was spent on the highway but I thought the economy was rather good.

On the road I thought C-HR rode rather well it made a nice and comfortable trip for us on the highway, and didn’t seem to be put off by bumps and imperfections you get on back country roads. With lots of road works on route back home we did spend quite a bit of time on dirt and gravel roads and despite speed being limited by the conditions it felt rather sure footed when off the tarmac. I did find however there was a little bit of lean especially on some real tight sections of road but it wasn’t as bad as you would expect for an SUV which could be put down to the double wishbone suspension, I thought it would actually be a really fun drive around windy roads if it had an extra 30 or 40kW. The steering was direct and the brakes felt adequate even on some tight sections of road that required a lot of braking. Safety wise the C-HR has achieved a 5 star ANCAP rating as you would expect from a Toyota and comes standard with a long list of safety features including 7 airbags, Toyota Safety Sense (with Lane Departure Alert, Automatic High Beam, Active Cruise Control and Pre-Collision Safety system with pedestrian detection, Forward Collision Warning, Brake Assist and Autonomous Emergency Braking), Blind Spot Monitor and Rear Cross Traffic Alert, 3 child restraint anchorage points. It gained points for having a rear view camera and scored bonus points for the front and read parking sensors.

So after a week and just over 1100km in the C-HR I came away rather impressed and I can certainly see what attracted the people I know who bought them. It does perform most of the tasks you ask of it and it does come rather well equipped plus it doesn’t look too bad at all as well. I did find a few things that could be improved such as the multimedia system which would greatly improve with the addition of Android Auto and Apple Car play, boot space is not the worlds greatest thanks to it sloping profile. My biggest complaint was its lack of power and torque, a while a lot of people will find it adequate I would have preferred more and some people might be put off by it’s diet of 95 ron fuel or higher. The only other thing is warranty while most companies are moving towards 5 year warranty Toyota is a bit behind the times by still offering a 3 year 100,000km warranty. The C-HR does make a good case for somebody looking for a small SUV that looks different from the rest and offers an amount of customisation from the factory that it might take you a while to find one exactly the same as yours. For more info on the CH-R surf on over to the web site http://www.toyota.com.au and head down to your local dealership to check them out.

2019 Toyota CH-R Price from: $30,682 drive away in NSW, As tested $34802 driveaway Engine: 1.2L turbo 4 cylinder (recommended fuel 95 ron or over) Transmission: Constant Variable Transmission (CVT) 7 speed with paddle shift Warranty:: 3 year/100,000km Service Costs: 5 every 12 months / 15,000km $195.00

  2018 Toyota C-HR AWD Review I have been reviewing cars for nearly 8 years now but I can't really think of any other car that has created so much interest while I've had it then the C-HR didn't matter where I went in it I was getting looks from people, thumbs up from school kids and lots and lots of questions from people in car parks I was a little taken back at first because I was surprised by the attention it was getting.

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Toyota'dan yeni yılın ilk ayına özel kampanya

#2018, #Ay, #CHR, #Fırsat, #Haber, #Haberi, #Haberleri, #Hybrit, #Ilk, #Indirim, #Kampanya, #Ocak, #Otomobil, #Toyota Kaynak : https://is.gd/qQuuyz #Otomobil Toyota, yeni yılın ilk kampanyasında stoklarla sınırlı 2017 model yılı otomobiller için çok cazip indirimler ve benzersiz avantajlar sunuyor. Türkiye’de üretilen ve standart olarak sunulan Toyota Safety Sense sistemi ile segmentinde en güvenilir araç olan Toyota C-HR, 9 bin 500 TL’lik indirimle ocak kampanyasında yer alıyor. Toyota C-HR’ların bazı modellerinde de güncellenen ÖTV matrahı ile yüzde 6,2’ye varan vergi avantajı bulunuyor.

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From His Mind to Yours

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✣ Pairing: Hanma x AFAB fem!Reader

✣ Warning: 18+, minors DNI; unhealthy relationships & dark content

✣ Chapter CW: reckless driving, scary stuff around car accidents, discussions of self harm, discussions of past trauma, discussions of parental abuse, sexual harassment

✣ Story CWs: patient/doctor relationships; smut (oral, ptv, pta, etc.), degradation, torture (not of y/n), murder, discussions of trauma and abuse, and many more that I don't know yet

✣ Synopsis: Forced into therapy, Hanma expects to waste his time and yours, but you’re not about to let the chance of a high-profile and higher paying patient slip through your grasp. The fact that you’re both attracted to each other doesn’t hurt either.

✣ Word Count: ~6k

No one would have guessed that the handsome man, concealed behind tinted windows had murdered someone less than an hour before. A shower, a change of suit, and he could have walked through a police station without raising an eyebrow.

You, on the other hand, look like you witnessed a murder, Hanma thinks.

Hanma admires the way you try to conceal it behind your professional mask. When he leads you to his Bentley, you don’t flinch away from the hand at the small of your back, and you sit ramrod straight, nestled amongst leather seats. Like so many things, it’s the blood that gives you away. Your cheeks are sunken and bloodless. When Hanma opens the passenger door for you, he can see the pulse in your neck spike with anxiety.

Were you too frightened to leave without his permission, hoping to speed through dinner and then disappear into the night? Or were you made of tougher stuff? It is inevitable that you will ultimately be chased back to your life of tax filings and Sunday walks in the park. You will be a temporary plaything. And, while he has you, Hanma wants to play.

“I always work up an appetite after work,” Hanma comments, casting his eyes slyly to you, “And you look like you could use a drink.”

The sun has fallen, and the city is lit up by man’s inventions. You stare straight out the front window of his car, watching the traffic pass as if you are the driver. There’s a moment, where you look to summon your strength – a purposeful breath out and a fidget – and then you slip back into your role.

“I shouldn’t drink anything. I’m working,” you murmur.

“You’ll be better once you relax a little. Half a bottle of sake, and you’ll be back to the endless questions.”

“I do have some questions,” you admit.

“So, you’re not quitting on me just yet?” Hanma asks.

“No.”

You both share a long look. There’s iron strength behind your words that tells him you’re not joking around. Cute in the way your lips are pursed tight. Of course, Hanma knows that iron, though hard to break, melts. How long until your sanity leaks away under the pressure of playing with the most dangerous men in Tokyo? Would you still be beautiful when you were broken, or was your beauty a function of your strength?

A car horn forces Hanma to return his eyes to the road, swerving quickly to avoid swiping a parked bike.

Most days, Hanma ferries around the city in a discrete black Toyota Venza. Best not to draw attention at the scene of the crime. A driver picks him up and drops him home at the end of the day.

The Bentley – a 2018 Continental GT – is for his personal use. Unlike some of his colleagues, Hanma doesn’t pick his luxury car to signal his wealth and access to onlookers. He chose based solely on the drive. At peak performance it tops off at 337 km/hr and torque of 664 at 4500 rotations per minute. Designed for agility, so that he could barrel towards corners and barriers without slowing, the transmission shifts faster than any car he’s ever driven. In the 3.6 seconds between 0 to 100 km/hr, the stomach drops away, left behind at the starting line, and Hanma’s guts and nerves soar far beyond. He’s addicted to the feeling.

All drivers who love the rush of speed and skill, despise the stretch of road he enters now. Tokyo is designed to prevent men exactly like him from tearing rubber on the pavement, and this road is specifically prohibitive: six red lights, each with a long turnaround cycle, five pedestrian cross walks, and endless foot traffic headed to the trendy shops and restaurants.

“You know, before we go back to twenty questions, I have some questions myself,” Hanma says.

“What about?”

Hanma pulls a stop in front of a red light and twists in his seat to face you head on. “You.”

“Questions about me in a professional capacity?” you sigh.

“You expect me to spill my guts to an automaton? This will work better if I get to know you first, like a conversation,” Hanma says.

“Some people find it cathartic to share their innermost feelings with a stranger. That way they don’t have to worry about what the other person thinks.”

“And that’s what keeps bartenders in their tips. I’m well aware. The number of people that want to put a bullet in my head is in the hundreds, doc. I don’t trust easily.”

“Do you trust at all?” you ask, suddenly all professional curiosity again.

Hanma is saving his final opinion of you for a later date, but when you banter back and forth with him, he hazards he likes you. Stupidly brave without realizing it, dancing around his questions and cutting through his obfuscations. Still, you know when to back off, never pushing past a point of no return. You have judgment.

You also love risk, just like him. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have manipulated him this afternoon. You wouldn’t have travelled alone to an abandoned warehouse to meet a yakuza.

“Nu-uh, doc. No more freebies for the rest of the night. I get to ask you a question for every one you ask me. Quid pro quo,” Hanma says.

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s a full sentence,” you snap back cheekily. “There’s nothing for me to gain in that exchange.”

“Sure, there is. My candor for one.”

“At the cost of the professional distance I need to keep my job? Not likely,” you say firmly.

Hanma marvels at you. The pedestrian crossing is blinking; any moment now, the light will turn green. Whenever he’s faced with a hardass like you in negotiations, Hanma has a litany of tactics at his disposal. Some you would enjoy less than others. For, you, he thinks something altogether different will do the trick.

“Then, how about a wager? You like those. We’re going to meet at a restaurant that’s coming up on the left in a couple blocks. There are four more traffic lights between now and then. The likelihood that I can make it through all of them without hitting a red light is what? One percent? Maybe less. If I can make it, I get to ask you a question for every one you ask me.”

You suck in a breath, appearing deep in though. There is no time for you to debate the pros and cons because any second now the light will turn green, and the race will be on. Hanma taps the pedal with his foot a few times, enough to rev the engine to life, but not enough to lunge forward.

5…4…3…2…1

“Fine, you have a deal.”

The V-8 engine roars to life, almost drowning out your little gasp as the car slams forward and your body is propelled back hard into leather seats. Hanma’s weight is already positioned back to brace for the impact. All of his focus is on the obstacles that lay before him.

They shoot through the first several hundred meters at 80 kmh before drawing up behind a Nissan, slow to get out of the way. There’s a narrow gap in the right lane, and Hanma dares to maneuver over, blaring his horn all the while, so that the car behind slammed on the brakes and let him squeeze in. They only stay in the right lane for a moment before he’s passing the Nissan and barreling past the first green light.

The light up ahead is still red, but the pedestrian crossing is ending, so Hanma slows to the speed limit to ensure it will turn green by the time you approach. At the reduced speed, he can glance your way. You have curled your limbs around your body into a tight ball and there are crescent marks on the flesh of your upper arms. So adorable.

Spotting that the light ahead is green, Hanma accelerates up to 120 km/hr to close the remaining distance. He honks repeatedly on his horn in warning and several cars up ahead rightly take it as a threat, swerving into the other lane, so that he can breeze past.

One Suzuki misses the memo, continuing at a clip barely above the speed limit in Hanma’s lane. Irritated, he pulls forward to hover less than a meter from the little car’s bumper. There is no room to move right for either car, however, and the Suzuki continues on in blissful ignorance. Up ahead the light turns yellow, and Hanma sees his victory slipping away.

With a curse, he crosses the yellow line and breaks into opposing traffic. Bright lights from the opposing cars’ headlights nearly blind him. They blare their horns and swerve to the side, though the lot of them aren’t as loud as your immediate shrieks of terror in the passenger seat. You make a desperate grab for the door handle, and Hanma has to spare the concentration to flick his child locks on, so you don’t leap out in a fit of terror.

One car nearly collides with another in a bid to get out of his way. Meanwhile, he effortlessly curves the wheel to the right, reentering his original lane ahead of the Suzuki and making it through the light a moment before it turned red.

“Do-do-don’t…Don’t…do…that,” you hyperventilate. Two lights to go, and already you are tapping out.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Hanma laughs, and then just for the hell of it, veers back into opposing traffic. You scream some more, and it’s just as funny as the first time.

He plays chicken with one of the cars up ahead, driving close before returning to his lane, but at this point you have taken his advice and stopped looking, so there’s no fun in it. Behind him, the Suzuki is catching up, somehow the driver – a bespectacled man, shaking his fist in fury through the windshield – has figured out how to speed all of the sudden. Amazing what anger can motivate a man to learn. He tries to ride Hanma’s ass, give him back a taste of his own medicine.

So, naturally, Hanma brake-checks him.

The Suzuki’s brake mechanics are not near as sophisticated as a Bentley’s, and the driver can’t stop in time, colliding with their bumper. His neck swings with a jolt. First forward, then back. Not unlike taking a punch. The only reason the air bags don’t deploy is Hanma had them disabled for exactly these circumstances. He didn’t want to break a knee every time he had a little accident, though the seat belt is sure to leave a mark on his chest.

Before Hanma’s even fully registered the damage though, he is already speeding back up through the third light. In his rearview, he can see the mangled hood of the Suzuki, half the size it was before as it was crushed under the power of their collision. Should be totaled. Any damage to the Bentley could always be repaired. Or if not, fuck it, he could buy another.

He starts to laugh and laugh and laugh. He rolls a window down to feel the air whip through the car; it fills up his lungs, rich and heavy like smoke. He can barely breathe through the intoxication. It’s the lights and the speed and the poor bastard who won’t be driving home tonight and your petrified whimpers and the air so sweet he can taste it.

High off the victory, Hanma flexes his foot on the accelerator, testing how fast he can go on such a crowded street. The answer is about 130 km/hr.

He makes it through the last light and obstacle.

Barely slowing, he swings a left into the covered lot by the restaurant, flipping off the cars that honk as he cuts them off. A parking spot is open in the front, and Hanma can see his men parked around it; security told to wait for his arrival. The car lurches to a stop, sloppily on the line of the parking spot.

“Well, that was close,” Hanma says, hardly breathing through the high. “I win.”

You don’t acknowledge his gloating smile.

One by one, you unfurl your fingers from the car handle, where you clung for dear life. Ever the gentleman, Hanma leaps out, so that he can open your door for you. No thank you, but you look like a ghost, so he lets it pass.

As he guessed, the Bentley is barely damaged. The Suzuki had managed to slow down before the crash and had taken the brunt of the impact. Just some scuffs to the paint and a little denting on the bumper that could be repaired in a few hours.

He throws his keys to one of his men and tells him to take the Bentley back to the garage before the police come looking. He’ll drive one of their cars home instead. If the Suzuki-loser managed to get his license plate, there is no need to worry. The car isn’t titled in his name, and they have a roster of backup license plates in storage.

Catatonic, you don’t react at all when Hanma places his hand on the small of your back and guides you into the restaurant. Pliant like a little doll.

The restaurant is in the western-style with individual tables, so that Hanma can ensure no one hears your conversation. Low-lighting and a discrete maître de that knows who and what Hanma is ensure you are seated immediately at the best table in the house. A waiter promptly arrives to take your drink order and explain the menu. The restaurant specializes in wagyu beef, the best cuts in the country.

Hanma orders a place of choice cuts – tongue, heart, loins – along with kimchi and whiskey to wash it down. Your eyes don’t even move over the menu, so Hanma starts to order a second of the same, when you finally snap awake.

“My appetite’s not all there yet,” you say softly, before ordering the tartare appetizer and a beer. You must remember what Hanma told you about loosening up a bit.

You sip at a glass of ice water and a little life returns to your eyes. Hanma undergoes the opposite effect, losing the intoxicating rush that had possessed him moments before and returning to his base state, like the colors had been leeched from a world once neon and shining.

“Have you ever tried wagyu before?” Hanma asks, hoping to spark some conversation before he dies of boredom.

“No. Is that one of your questions?” you retort.

“No, I’m just making conversation,” Hanma parrots. “I figured you for the trendy restaurant type. Thought you’d have tried all the Michelin three stars.”

“My boyfriend likes fine dining, so I go sometimes, but I prefer to not spend so much money on a single meal.” You stop suddenly, lips pursed. “You are paying, right?”

Hanma nods, and you instantly relax. A boyfriend, huh? He controls himself from pursuing that line of questioning, no matter how interesting it may prove to be, as it would make you hostile immediately. There are better ways to exploit his power over you for now.

The drinks arrive almost immediately. Hanma knocks his whiskey back in a single gulp and then sends for another. The rich burn down his throat lights up his belly and eyes. Delicately, you sip at your beer.

“Here’s my actual first question,” Hanma says. He stares you down until you stop fidgeting and hold his gaze just as intensely. “Are you scared of me?”

He can trace the saliva as your throat bobs and swallows.

“Yes, you terrify me,” you admit lowly.

“And yet you’re still here.”

The whiskey continues to burn in his chest.

“My turn to ask a question. When you…ended the interrogation earlier,” you cast your eyes around as if the police might jump the table at any moment, “Did that excite you?”

“Not particularly. I shot him because I was bored of hearing him blathering for mercy, not because I wanted to shoot him for the sake of it,” Hanma says.

“It didn’t turn you on at all?”

Hanma snorts. “I already answered that question. I’m starting to think it turned you on. And, that’s two questions, by the way, so I get a follow up next time. No, it did not turn me on. I don’t feel anything really when I kill someone.”

“Does violence ever turn you on?” you persist, like you want him to confess to being a sexual sadist straight from a thriller.

He decides to give you a serious answer. “Yes, under some conditions, violence excites me. I’m not saying it gets my cock hard, but it does feel good. Killing someone is pointless because once they’re dead, they can’t react anymore. It’s boring. I like the audience. I like when someone realizes that they made a mistake in not falling in line and that moment when regret flashes across their face, and they would do anything to make it up to me, but it’s too late. There’s none of that when a bullet hits. I’m not obsessed with death, or what a person feels when they die. Could care less. What I love though, what really gets me going, is when I’m fighting someone at a disadvantage. Losers like Fujimori offer me nothing. The best fight I ever had was against Mikey-kun back in the day. He was stronger than me, fiercer than me, and I knew I had just about no chance. It was rapturous, every punch that landed, every kick that bruised. The give and the take between the both of us, that turned me all the way on.”

Unthinkingly while he spoke, you both leaned in, so that your heads are close over the small table. Sometimes you get this look in your eyes, like he is hypnotizing you with his words. It takes no effort to seduce you. You ought to ask if the power of that turned him on; he would say an undeniable yes.

“I thought you might have a god complex, but you enjoy being beaten by a strong opponent as much as beating them?” you ask.

“My dream death,” Hanma says conspiratorially, “Would be for someone stronger than me to beat me down over the course of hours, wrap their hands around my neck, and squeeze until there’s nothing left. I think I’d enjoy the awareness of what’s happening as I die. Much better than deteriorating in a hospital bed with doctors prolonging my miserable life for just one more day.”

Now you knock back a big swig of beer. The pretty column of your throat trembles, and Hanma wonders if you too are thinking about hands wrapped around it. He would release you before you lost consciousness, just as your eyes dimmed of panic and started to flutter. You are so small compared to him that it would take only one hand to press down on your windpipe and dominate you.

“Have you ever tried –”

“No, no, no, my turn to ask the questions,” Hanma interrupts you, “And you’ve tallied up several in a row.”

You readjust your posture, reintroducing distance – physically and emotionally – between you both and say, “Go ahead.

“You are terrified of me. You saw me murder a man today. Yet here you are. Why haven’t you quit?”

“Kisaki-san is offering quadruple what I typically charge for half the time, and if I prove myself with you, he’ll refer more work to me. The money’s too good to pass up.”

“See, that’s what I don’t get. You must have a solid little nest egg saved up by this point. Your prices are highway robbery. Yet you say you don’t like to eat at the best restaurants to save money, and you’ll overlook your ethics to earn blood money from a killer. Why the obsession with money? Are there loan sharks breathing down your neck?”

Unsaid by him and unheard by you is that Hanma would genuinely consider taking care of said loan sharks. He’s not sure why he would make the offer beyond a repulsion at sharing one of his toys with a low life.

“The answer’s kind of long,” you admit.

“We have time.”

“I never knew my father. He left before I was born. It left my mother a single parent, and she…well, if she were alive today and I was her therapist, I would diagnose her with Narcissistic Personality Disorder. It’s more than just being narcissistic. My mother worked as a supervisor at a hotel, and she earned enough good money to dress well, take a nice holiday every year, pay the rent on time. Meanwhile, I would outgrow a pair of school shoes and still force my foot inside because I knew my mother would never pay to replace them. I lived in a nice apartment and went to a nice school, but behind closed doors, I liked like an urchin on cup ramen and scraps. If I asked my mom for anything, she would tell me to go ask my dad, say that he was doing well for himself, and that if he loved me, he would pay child support and help with my expenses rather than leaving it all to her, that she couldn’t be expected to take care of me. When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, while I was in university, I discovered that she had no savings. All the designer clothes she wore ate up every dollar she earned, so she couldn’t retire or take care of herself. I actually moved back home during that period, worked a night job on top of my classes, so that I could take care of her in that awful apartment I hated. Then, she died. I told myself that I would never live like her. I would earn enough money that I never burdened anyone, and I’ve lived by that.”

You quiet as the waiter nears with a tray of dishes for the table. While Hanma immediately tears into the high-price cuts presented to him, you only poke at your plate of tartare. The queerest expression paints your face, not sad or angry, not professional or serene, some unholy mask that you crafted to survive your pitiful family background.

“I’m surprised you became a therapist,” Hanma says. “I would have thought you would want to avoid people like your mother after that.”

You blink a few times. “That’s…surprisingly astute, Hanma-san.”

“What a polite way to say you’re surprised I’m not stupid,” Hanma says with a genuine laugh.

Chastened, you continue without his needing to ask the question, “Sometimes my patients do sicken me, but it’s what I’m good at. Growing up, I had to keep an eye on my mother at all times, understand her moods: where they came from, how to placate her, and so on. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have survived in that house. She could fly into a rage if she felt disrespected, destroy the few things I owned. The scariest person in the room gets to react. Everyone else has to be proactive to prevent it from getting to that point in the first place, you know? So, I was an expert at reading people and understanding what drove them before I graduated middle school. Plus, therapists make good money. I figured I could push through my discomfort for fifteen years, and then retire with enough money to live a quiet life free of worry. That’s all I want.”

“I’m sorry you went through that,” Hanma says.

“Are you really? Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I thought it was the thing to say.”

You nod like that makes sense and quiet. Talking about your parents has put you in a reflective mood. In moments like these, you seem oddly delicate.

“Try this,” Hanma orders.

He lifts his chopsticks with a cut of tender heart to your lips. Obediently, you open and let the meat rest on your tongue. It’s tender but still beef, so you have to chew aggressively to break it down into pieces. Hanma watches the way your jaw works, the canines of a predator and nothing delicate about it. A trickle of juice crests over your bottom lip to run down to your chin.

“You had been about to ask me another question earlier,” Hanma says.

“Yes, you were talking about how you hope to die. Have you ever tried to die? Either by an actual suicide attempt or putting yourself in a situation where you suspected it would kill you?”

The taste of the heart has revived you. You sound heartier, less haunted by the specters of the past.

“I’ve never attempted suicide. The other half, that’s complicated to answer. Technically, I expect my job to someday kill me, so you could argue I put myself in that position every day. I never know how a fight will turn out or if a hitman isn’t waiting for me behind the door when I go home at the end of the day. I don’t bait it, I guess, but I don’t mind it either. Makes life a little exciting,” Hanma explains.

“Well, that’s good at least,” you say. Even without a pad of paper in front of you, Hanma can imagine you writing down your findings – suicide attempts? Negative. Suicidal ideation? Inconclusive.

“I think you’re still a few questions ahead of me,” Hanma says, “So speaking of good things. You mentioned having a boyfriend waiting for you at home…”

“What about him?”

So you live together, and he doesn’t even have to waste a question to find out.

“Well, tell me about him! What’s he do? Why’d you pick him out of all the men in Tokyo? Does he get you off?”

“I’m not answering that.”

“We made a deal, doc,” Hanma says, wagging a finger in your face.

“We agreed you could ask me questions for every one I asked you. We never specified that I had to answer,” you counter.

“You know that kind of crafty negotiation doesn’t really fly with the yakuza. There’s no need to specify. There’s something called the spirit of the terms. If I make a deal with some poor sap, and he tries to wiggle out on a technicality, I’m well within my rights to take his kneecaps home with me as a souvenir,” Hanma warns.

You tense, less at the words themselves than the deep growl that reinforces them.

“Do you want to take my kneecaps as a souvenir?” you ask.

“No, but I will find a way to punish you if you reneg. The spirit of the deal, doc. Show me you’re a serious player.”

You sigh, and then, to his surprise, launch right into the portion of the question that makes you most uncomfortable, “Yes, he gets me off. Not always but often. He’s a corporate accountant. In fact, his firm acts as the accountant for my practice. That’s how we met. He’s not on my account, so no conflict of interest, but we met in the lobby of his building. I chose him because he’s reliable, easy to read, easy to please. He has normal expectations for life and love. We both read a lot and talk politics and current events. We both think idols are vapid and public baths are a relic. He keeps the apartment clean without my having to ask and pays his bills on time and calls his parents every Sunday. A good, dependable man.”

“Wow, doc, sounds like love!” Hanma says, dropping his chin to his palm and giving you his best lovestruck expression.

“How would you know? You said you’ve never been in love.”

Though true Hanma might not recognize love, he can recognize what you have with your boring boyfriend. Hanma feels more passion towards his car than you describe towards this accountant. You want a safe, boring life and the accountant is a means to an end. Yet here you sit with him. A contradiction.

“Do you want kids?” Hanma asks.

“I don’t know. I think…you can do a lot of damage to your children without meaning to. Everyone who comes in my office has a story about how it’s all their mother’s fault. Even me. I wouldn’t like to dedicate my life to a person only for them to resent me for the ways I failed. What about you?”

Hanma blanches. “No brats for me, thanks.”

“Probably for the best,” you giggle.

In the time you’ve been talking, the waiter has refilled Hanma’s whiskey three times, and gifted you a second beer. Nearly half of the tartare is gone along with the better part of the kimchi.

“When was the last time you got off and how?” Hanma says suddenly, enjoying the way your open expression shutters closed in an instant. You were becoming transparent to him.

“Sure, I can. I can have someone drive you home by the way. Don’t want you taking the train this late.”

You scoff and look around like there might be a bystander to step in and help. It’s a cute habit. In addition to the several explicit bets you’ve made this far, Hanma thinks these moments count as little wagers as well. Hanma betting on where the edge of your patience lies, and you betting on how far you can push yourself beyond your comfort zone.

“Two nights ago,” you relent.

“How?”

“Hanma-san–”

“How?”

“With a pillow.”

Mortification breaks across your face, and you quickly turn away to rifle through your purse for your phone. Probably calling a taxi. Hanma doesn’t mind. His imagination is doing its best to construct the scene, picturing your hips grinding against the soft exterior of a pillow. The color of your sex, the curves of your body, and the way you would ride your pillow are unknowns to him, guesses, but he thinks he can construct your face well, the look of concentrated frustration as you chase an orgasm. Hanma closes his eyes to savor it.

“How was your relationship with your parents?” you blurt out, like you can see the picture in his mind and want to erase it immediately.

“Might sound familiar to you. My father was transferred on a tanshinfunin basis to Vietnam when I was six or seven. I probably only saw him twice between then and adulthood. When he returned, he didn’t find much to be proud of. My mother was fine, kind of nondescript. The thing that made her life worth living were the ladies in our apartment complex. They played cards together every evening, cooked dinner, went shopping. They were her real family. She didn’t much notice or care when I started spending all my time outside the house, and by the time she realized I was a delinquent, it was too late. She had no power over me at that point. She’s a fine woman though. I send her money every month,” Hanma says.

Compared to most of the other founding members of Toman, he is lucky. His mother never even hit him. She may be disappointed in him today, but he found an identity separate from her long before, so he never felt the sting of her disapproval.

“An only child or siblings?” you ask.

“Just me. One terror was enough, I suppose.”

“Did you show signs of delinquency early? Fighting, things like that?” you ask.

It’s not your turn, but Hanma decides to humor you. “I did all the J.D. classics – fighting, bullying the other boys and girls, taking their lunch money, shop lifting, graffiti, breaking curfew. Like I said, I was a terror.”

When he speaks of these days, fondness drips from his voice. Things were more exciting back then, new experiences abounded behind every corner. His crimes escalated because they had to, not because he found more pleasure in completing an arms sale than in pilfering a cigarette.

“And did you do any of that before your father moved?”

The question draws Hanma up short. Huh. He’s never once considered the order of operations there, but he can’t remember any misbehavior in his earliest years.

“Holy hell, doc. You know what…I don’t think I did. So, it’s all dear old Dad’s fault that I turned out this way? If he hadn’t left, I could be living a boring, average life. I could be your accountant!” Hanma jokes, but his mind is spinning over the possibilities.

“You didn’t start fighting until you were a bit older, but did you think about it a lot?”

Hanma peers over his glasses at you, like you are an idiot. “I was an elementary school boy. Of course, I did! I loved all the shonen fighting shows. I was obsessed with Battle Royale when it came out and other fight-to-the-death movies. But, you’d have to poll half the country to find a boy who wasn’t.”

Your lips quirk to the side. “I cede the point.”

Whenever you start to relax and smile at him, the impulse to twist the conversation to territory you won’t follow rises up in him. Hanma doesn’t understand why he wants to ruin it for you, doesn’t think that ruining it is the point even. He simply can’t resist pushing you a step further.

“My turn, and I have a couple questions saved up. Are you going to touch yourself tonight?”

Somehow, you are still surprised by the question, so surprised in fact, that you don’t turn away in embarrassment but just stare at him slack-jawed. There’s a brightness to your skin and a sheen to your eyes from your two beers, and the alcohol leeches the fight from you.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” you admit with a whisper.

The sound of Hanma’s chair scraping the floor as he slides closer is loud against the backdrop of silence. Long limbs encroach on your side of the table, until he’s leaning his head close to yours again.

“At any point today, doc, have I turned you on?”

Tears well in your eyes. He watches your pink tongue dart forward and then retreat. The silence stretches on and the tension is unbearable.

Finally, defeatedly, you tremble out, “Yes.”

Hanma leans back in his seat, returning the space between you and the air to your lungs. In the motion, he adjusts his pants a little. You are so beautifully distraught at the admission of your own desires, but you are also uncowed. Not once do you break eye contact or the spell that draws you both together. Unbreaking but vulnerable, obedient but fierce. If he slid his flinger along your parted lips, Hanma thinks you wouldn’t fight the intrusion, let him tease your throat here at the table.

“I think we both learned a lot today, Doc,” Hanma says through a voice like gravel. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

As you exit the restaurant, Hanma notes your darting eyes. There’s a taxi down the street that you must have texted from the table. He would have asked one of his men to drive you back, but it’s no matter. He has other business to attend to this evening.

The atmosphere of confession follows you both outside the restaurant. You could ask him any question right now, and he would answer without hesitation. Like he was injected with a truth serum at some point in the night. His bank accounts could be yours if you just thought to ask.

You take a step toward the taxi, whiff of perfume or shampoo or general musk whipping his nose. In a split-second decision – less a decision than impulse and action – Hanma decides he is not ready for you to leave just yet. He wraps a hand around your waist and spins you back into the recesses of the parking garage, finding an alcove cloaked in shadows. Your mouth parts as if to scream, but you remember yourself and close it.

Pressed with your back to the wall and Hanma boxing you in with his arms on either side of your head, you are transparent. Fright, curiosity, caution, intrigue. Hanma reads each emotion flit across your face. Your bodies are close together but not touching. To meet his gaze, you would need to crane your head up and risk physical contact, so you tuck your chin and stare into his chest; it’s a surprisingly submissive gesture that Hanma doesn’t mind at all.

“You said I frighten you,” Hanma murmurs huskily.

“Yes.”

“You said I arouse you.”

A moment as if you might argue the semantics, but then a nod. “Yes.”

“Are those competing feelings? Or do I arouse you because I frighten you?”

Unable to hide, you look up and meet his eyes. Your face answers the question, but he wonders if you’ll admit it.

“Yes,” you sigh in defeat.

Something hot swells in Hanma’s chest, similar to the triumph he feels when he traps one of his enemies. Even more similar to the feeling from when he first met Kisaki, and Kisaki made him the promise of a lifetime. A queer mixture of excitement and certainty, and dare he say, happiness?

Hanma shoves a wad of bills into your hands and pulls back from where he boxes you in. “Your ride’s on me. Get home already, and text me when you get there.”

Still numbed by the emotional assault of the evening’s confessions, you don’t think to argue his demand. He sounds like a protective boyfriend. From his spot in the garage, Hanma watches you dart toward the cab – not fast enough to qualify as a jog, but your legs stretching wide to put as much distance as possible between you both. You don’t look back.

There are about a dozen missed calls and text messages on his burner, all related to tomorrow’s business. Hanma lights a cigarette and sighs. There are still so many hours in the night to fill, and he doesn’t know where to get started.

Your next session, Hanma decides, he won’t be late.

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Hydrogen: Timeline

Today, hydrogen is to a great extent utilized of as a feedstock for industrial processing, in the development of smelling salts for fertilizers (around half), in refining (35%), and in food, gadgets, glass and metal industries. Presently, with worldwide forerunners in the energy industry looking for arrangements that assist with achieving decarbonisation or upgrade energy security, the utilization of hydrogen as an energy vector is gathering force.

Recorded underneath are the significant achievements in the narrative of hydrogen, as recognized by GlobalData. 1800 - The electrolysis interaction is found. English researchers William Nicholson and Sir Anthony Carlisle figured out that applying electric ebb and flow to water produced hydrogen and oxygen gases.

1838 - First hydrogen energy unit Created to Produce Power.

1960 - General Electric (GE) concocts hydrogen power devices for generating power in the Apollo and Gemini space missions.

1990 - The US Congress Passes S.639 - Flash M. Matsunaga Hydrogen Exploration, Advancement, and Exhibit Demonstration of 1990 to help hydrogen power improvement.

1996 - Hydrogen Future Demonstration of 1996 is passed to empower further extension of hydrogen power improvement.

2002 - The first hydrail train was shown at Val-d'Or in Quebec.

2003 - President Bramble introduces the Hydrogen Fuel Initiative (HFI) to help hydrogen energy component advancement.

2004 - DeepC - a hydrogen-fuelled independent submerged vehicle (UAV) was sent off.

2008 - Honda begins leasing the FCX Lucidity hydrogen energy component electric vehicle.

2013 - The main business 2 MW power to gas (P2G) installation in Falkenhagen, Germany, is currently dynamic for 360 cubic meters (m3) of hydrogen each hour (/hr) hydrogen capacity into the petroleum gas framework.

2016 - Toyota dispatches its most memorable hydrogen energy component vehicle, the Toyota Mirai.

2016 - The H21 project was introduced in 2016 to ascertain in the event that the existing gas framework of a city in the UK can be changed over completely to 100 percent hydrogen.

2017 - Hydrogen Chamber has been set up to speed up the turn of events and commercialisation of hydrogen and power device advancements.

2017 - Ene.field show project (2012-2017), had organizations exceeding 1,000 Ene.field units (energy component miniature combined intensity and power units) for private and business buildings across 11 European nations.

2018 - Germany carried out the world's most memorable hydrogen-powered train Coradia iLint in Lower Saxony.

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2018 - The worldwide power module electric vehicles (FCEV) stock was more than 12,952.

2018 - HES Energy Frameworks initiated its arrangements for Component One, a hydrogen-electric traveler aircraft.

2018 - The HyDeploy hydrogen preliminary venture has been sent off with center around injecting zero-carbon hydrogen into the UK's gaseous petrol organization.

2019 - Ene-ranch program has attained an achievement of 305,000 (as of May 2019) Ene-ranch organizations.

2019 - Alstom made a declaration that it would supply 27 Coradia iLint trains for German public vehicle network Rhein-Main-Verkehrsverbund's (Rmv's) auxiliary fahma.

2019 - In May 2019, Alaka'i Advancements exhibited Skai, the world's first-powered air portability arrangement.

2019 - In September 2019, an award amounting to €5m ($6.2 m) from the UK Government was granted to the Hyflyer project, drove by ZeroAvia, to empower support for the extension of zero discharge flying in business aircraft.

2019 - Belgium's shipping organization Compagnie Sea Belge (CMB) was involved in an association with the Port of Antwerp to divulge world's most memorable hydrogen-powered towing boat named Hydrotug.

2020 - Development work of the Netherlands first hydrogen-powered housing undertaking to begin towards 2020-end.

2020 - NTPC initiates Hydrogen Fuel transport and vehicle project in Leh and New Delhi in India.

2020 - Australia's Arrowsmith hydrogen project obtains an initial $300 m investment for its most memorable round of development.

2020 - Fukushima Hydrogen Energy Exploration Field (FH2R) show project was inaugurated.

2020 - Siemens and Uniper join hands to foster hydrogen innovation in Germany.

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Let the games begin!

Given the postpone of the 2020 Olympic Games, Japan is faced with the possibility of $6 billion in economic. As the games are delayed, the overall domestic financial loss could reach 600 billion yen to 700 billion yen ($5.42 billion to $6.32 billion), private economists estimate. The impact would apply both to the nation -- which has invested heavily in making the Olympics a national showcase -- and to companies such as Bridgestone that have poured an estimated $3 billion into sponsorships.

Market observers were counting on the 2020 Olympics and Paralympics to help Japan's economy rebound from a dip prompted by the consumption tax hike in October 2019. Economic benefits were expected to spread to a wide range of sectors, from construction to service.

What has the Games cost Japan?

At the end of 2019, organisers estimated the total cost of the Games at around 1.35 trillion yen ($12.6 billion).That is pided between the city of Tokyo, which is paying 597 billion yen, the Japanese organising committee, which contributes 603 billion yen and the central government, which is paying 150 billion yen.

But the actual costs for the country have been hotly debated, with a widely publicised audit report estimating national government spending from the bid in 2013 until 2018 at 1.06 trillion yen, nearly 10 times the budget.Japanese businesses have also poured money into the event in sponsorships, paying out a record 348 billion yen ($3.3 billion).And that figure doesn't include the partnerships signed between major companies and the International Olympic Committee for rights to sponsor several Games. Among those are giants including Japan's Toyota, Bridgestone and Panasonic.

Further issues to be considered-

While the infrastructure can be put on hold for a year to successfully utilize them for Olympics 2021, there are a lot of underlying costs when it comes to these games. All the printing costs, the menu costs, changing medals into 2021 seem small but compile to hefty reinvestments into an already beyond expensive games. Japans economy is already weak and sponsors who poured in billions, businesses who took loans to increase capacity during the games all have one question in mind, is 2021 even worth it? There wont be as expected footfall with travel restrictions and crowd containment looking very likely as COVID is not going anywhere completely.

Task in Hand:

You as an entrepreneur have one simple task- redesign the Olympics. Let me elaborate for you,

Find ways to reduce the losses faced by Japan in the current year due to Olympics (2020), utilize the available infrastructure till the time games happen, restore faith in local businesses and sponsors and most importantly, plan for the future (2021). Plan the games in such a way that it can minimize the losses that will happen due to the lack of footfall, lack of tourism and heavy sponsorship revenue. Remember, this is not tennis or UFC where going online is relatively easy and a viable option, they anyway have limited crowd viewing. Also remember Olympics isn’t like IPL or the Premier League where the losses from lack of ticket sales will be borne by the BCCI or the Premier League, it comes out of the pocket of Japan.

One tip (we are generous people)- Think smart; thinking smart doesn’t always mean thinking about money.

Deliverables required:

For the following collab, we expect a minimum 20 page report containing but not limited to-

1.Executive Summary 2.Current Strategies to deal with the situation 3.2021 Strategies (Future Plans) 4.Implementation Plan 5.Market Study 6.Feasibility Analysis 7.Marketing Strategy 8.HR Strategies and structure 9.Press Release 10.Sources of Funds 11.Total budget break up 12.Revenue model 13.Sponsorship and Marketing budget 14.HR budget 15.Expected cash flow statement and returns 16.Extra Deliverables

Submission:

Your report is to be submitted by 9am tomorrow (9th Nov 2020)

The following are the list of WM TOP 7 participants. You can collaborate with any one team.

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RiderTua Mobil – Persaingan di segmen low SUV di Indonesia memang ketat, meskipun tak seketat persaingan di kelas low MPV. Di Indonesia setidaknya terdapat 6 model dari berbagai merek yang terjun di segmen ini. Harga low SUV September 2018, Terios naik Rp 500 ribu.

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