Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

It's definitely about seizing territory and demanding profits.

"How dare I speak to the other side's leader?" Daisuke said, sounding aggrieved. "They told us to call Yoko, the boss, over to talk to them... I don't dare say Yoko isn't here anymore..."

"There's already a group of armed police outside. You should hide your guns first!"

Xiuming thought of the riot police officer's perfunctory behavior on the street, and guessed that they wouldn't come over until things were finished here.

Don't let anyone find fault with you and implicate Jiang Qi. If she gets involved, your overseas trade chain will be ruined.

He paused again, then asked, "Does that shop have a back door that leads in?"

"There were quite a few people blocking the back door too..."

"several?"

“I’ll go count…” A moment later, amidst the noisy shouts and smashing sounds, Daisuke continued, “Six.”

Six people isn't many; they can be dealt with if they launch a sneak attack...

I wanted to ask if they had any guns, but considering they dared to make such a big show of force, and might even have given prior notice, I figured if they weren't stupid, they definitely wouldn't dare to go straight for me and attack. At least, their underlings wouldn't have any.

"Hold on a little longer, I'll be there at twelve o'clock sharp."

No, I'm not comfortable with that. I'll check the area around midnight before going in.

Gangsters are having a tough time. Since they've already made arrangements and given a lot of gifts, they certainly won't do anything that doesn't benefit them. They just want territory and money.

It definitely won't result in anyone dying; at most, they'll be arrested and a ransom will be demanded...

"What?!" Daisuke suddenly screamed, "Big brother, the door is about to be smashed to pieces, how can we possibly hold out for another three hours?!"

"Is this how you ask for help?!" Xiuming shouted back. "What am I going to do there now? Fight a hundred of them by myself? You really trust me! Just tell the leader on the other side that your boss Yangzi's men are on their way and will arrive at noon sharp. If the door is breached, just squat down with your hands on your heads, and I'll bring money to ransom you."

"Don't hang up, I'll stand at the door and say something..." Through the noisy receiver, Daisuke gasped for breath, then roared, "Stop! Stop! I have something to say, stop! I told you to stop... you bastard..."

boom! ! !

A deafening gunshot rang out from the receiver. Xiuming was stunned for a moment, and then a crisp gunshot came from the direction of the pachinko parlor in the neighborhood.

Judging from the gunshot, it was a large caliber one, like a double-bang deafening grenade. Which country did Fukai Ichiro smuggle it from? That old guy is a bomb.

The entire block suddenly fell silent.

The onlookers peering into the street all shuddered, then screamed, clutching their heads and rushing into various shops.

The two young police officers who had been setting up the cordon turned pale instantly and rushed into the police booth, presumably to call and report the situation.

Silence fell over the receiver, broken only by Daisuke's heavy breathing, which sounded like he was enduring intense pain yet also experiencing a sense of excitement.

"Are you still alive?" Xiuming thought he had been shot, but then felt the voice didn't sound quite right, so he asked, "Who fired the shot?"

"I...I was the one who drove it. My bones were almost shattered by the gunshot...Hiss...The recoil was really strong..." Daisuke gasped and muttered in a low voice, his tone a mixture of excited pain and excitement. Then his tone changed, becoming fierce and menacing as he shouted, "Our president has already arranged for representatives to come and negotiate. They'll be here at twelve o'clock sharp. Anyone who takes another step forward, I'll blow their hair out!"

"Are you fucking an idiot...?" Xiuming almost blurted out, took a deep breath, and asked through gritted teeth, "How's the effect?"

"Hehe! I've never felt safer than I ever imagined. This thing is amazing. One guy was so scared he peed his pants. It's so satisfying."

Daisuke seems to have gone mad.

"Brother, stop! There are police everywhere. Drop the gun! Don't shoot again, wait for me..."

Ezaki desperately wanted to turn himself in, but Daisuke shot him in the back, exposing his weakness. He hoped to settle things with money... but that seemed unlikely. Oh well, let Daisuke turn himself in! Pay him some ransom and try to get a reduced sentence...

Xiuming was speechless and hung up the phone.

There were no tourists on the streets, and the sounds of fighting and killing had ceased in the distance.

It's estimated that the "Eastern Continent Society" didn't expect them to dare to fire so arrogantly.

Let's just go there; I already have the presence of authority.

At this moment, the pachinko parlor in Paris is closed.

The neon sign above the door was smashed, and the wires inside were hissing and sparking.

In the open space in front of the gate, four or five young men lay groaning in pain, while around the open space, a group of young men holding sticks remained standing still.

There was an armored car in the middle, but it was impossible to see if anyone was inside.

When Xiuming was about ten meters away, all eyes turned to him. Xiuming continued walking forward, and even after he got close, no one spoke.

“Mr. Hideaki! We’re here.” Daisuke shouted from behind the window, brandishing a gleaming Desert Eagle.

I… Xiuming’s face darkened.

Chapter 150 Are you a loan shark?

Hideaki ignored Daisuke's calls and continued walking forward at a leisurely pace, maintaining his composure.

The black asphalt road underfoot, worn smooth by the constant footsteps of tourists, reflects the colorful neon lights hanging in front of the shops on both sides, creating a stark, black, mottled effect.

Daisuke seemed to fall silent because he didn't get a response from Hideaki. The only sounds in the quiet street were Hideaki's footsteps and the distant sound of car horns.

As they approached, the crowd automatically parted to create a path.

Xiuming walked straight towards the car, but the path was somewhat winding, leading to the pachinko parlor entrance. Around the bulletproof car stood a group of henchmen who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, acting as guards.

Xiuming stopped three steps away from the group of black-clad thugs who were blocking the car in an open space and put his hands inside his clothes.

There was a slight commotion in the crowd.

"My name is Hideaki Yamanaka, the current chairman of 'Future Corporation'," Hideaki said, taking out his silver-embossed business card from his shirt pocket and slowly handing it to the nearest underling. "I have some business dealings with Ezaki, the head of the 'Yamagai-gumi'. May I ask your name?"

The elegantly packaged business cards, illuminated by neon lights, exuded a sense of luxurious prestige.

The henchman, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, suddenly froze. He stiffly turned his head towards the car window, and the driver's side window opened a crack. The henchman seemed to have received some kind of signal, and stiffly took the business card and stuffed it into the crack in the window.

After a few seconds of silence, the driver's side door of the bulletproof car opened, and a man in his thirties with a short haircut, thick, black, and very stylish beard stepped out, as if it had been professionally groomed.

His posture was very upright, his face expressionless, and he asked in a voice devoid of emotion, "Mr. Yamanaka, can you represent the wishes of Group Leader Ezaki?"

"No, not really. But we have close business ties, so if she runs into any trouble, I'll be worried too."

The bearded man got back into the car, then got out again and asked once more, "So, are you here to stand up for your business partner?"

“I’m a businessman, and I like to bring business into everything I do. This kind of behavior might be a bit presumptuous for you people who worship Guan Gong, but since it has already happened, it has to be resolved! Team Leader Ezaki is busy with my business, so I’ll avoid bothering her if I can.”

Xiuming stopped talking after saying that.

The bearded man frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled as to why Xiuming was silent. After a brief pause, he opened the car door, climbed inside, and then climbed out again, saying, "It is unforgivable for our heir to be treated with such humiliation."

The people in the car probably wanted to raise the price and demand more benefits, right? Xiuming asked, "Is the finger reattached?"

"He's already been taken to the hospital." The bearded man didn't get into the car.

Tired of crawling around? It's ridiculous to always be crawling around cars...

"I'll cover the medical expenses," Xiuming tentatively suggested, "and I'll also compensate you for some emotional distress, how about that?"

The bearded man's eyes flashed with a "Are you kidding me?" look, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he got back into the car, then got out again, and said, "Not good."

"What's your solution?" Hideaki continued, "After all, I'm a businessman, and I can only resolve things through business means. If you want to occupy any territory, then we'll have to send Team Leader Ezaki. Of course, that might disrupt our cooperation. I hope that even if we can't be friends, we won't become enemies."

The bearded man climbed back into the car, then climbed out again, this time with a light-colored business card in his hand. He asked, "Would you be so kind as to come inside and discuss this further?"

Business cards made with top-grade ivory cardstock that is at least 0.5mm thick have a warm, substantial feel.

Name: Yoshiko Funakawa, Managing Director of Kyosan Financial Corporation.

Are they loan sharks?

Since they exchanged business cards, it means they have some intention to cooperate.

Getting close to the underworld at this point carries risks.

Ezaki is focused on clearing her name, and she has completely cut off "Yamahe Foreign Trade's" illicit business. As for this...

“I’d be more than happy to!” Hideaki changed the subject, gesturing towards the pachinko parlor, especially Daisuke, who was still squatting on the windowsill, recklessly holding a silver pistol and swaggering around. He continued, “Please allow me to deal with the situation over there first. They’ve caused a lot of trouble for Chief Ezaki, which is detrimental to my business partnerships.”

After Xiuming finished speaking, without waiting for the bearded man who had climbed back into the car to come out and respond, he went straight to the pachinko parlor.

The pachinko parlor's roller shutter door, which had been smashed and deformed, was lifted halfway up with a clattering sound, but could not be lifted any further.

Daisuke sat on the windowsill, brandishing his pistol, and asked, "Mr. Hideaki, are you really going to talk to them? Can I be your bodyguard?"

He's just a young man of eighteen or nineteen. I thought he was a mature guy, but he exposed his true colors as soon as he touched a gun.

Where did they get this gun? They're really asking for trouble… Xiuming thought to himself, pushing open the roller shutter door and saying calmly, “Put the gun away first. Do you know anything about the other people’s guns…? Oh my god…”

Two henchmen with M16s slung over their shoulders emerged from the doorway.

The two henchmen, with obsequious expressions, lifted the roller shutter door with their shoulders. Then, a row of young men carrying assault rifles and green grenades hanging from their waists emerged from behind the door, their steps unsteady. They then lined up again behind the door, forming a formation as if welcoming Xiuming.

Judging by their clothes and appearance alone—their brightly colored hair, slippers, shorts, floral shirts, and thin, frail-looking figures—it was all quite different from what they were carrying.

The group of fifty or sixty members of the "Eastern Continent Society" who were gathered outside the door, holding sticks, exhaled a loud, chilling breath.

The once neat formation began to sway, as if it had encountered some invisible storm. Their eyes widened, their faces turned pale, and sweat poured from their brows.

Ten men, eight AKs, two M16s... a few grenades... damn it! Xiuming's face froze.

Were they bought from a US military base? The war in the Gulf is over, right? They sold off what they didn't need? Oh, Fukai Ichiro used to work in Southeast Asia…

Suddenly, a loud police siren blared from outside the street.

The henchmen, clutching their weapons, showed a fleeting look of panic, then suddenly their faces hardened with murderous intent... or rather, murderous intent.

What are you trying to do?

"The police are here! What do you think you're doing?!" Xiuming nearly jumped up, trying to keep a gentle tone as he backed away, saying quickly, "Hurry up and put it all away! Put it all up! Bury it! Put it in the toilet! Throw it in the latrine... anywhere... Don't let it go off the rails... I have business to discuss, so I'm not going in..."

That bastard Fukai Ichiro, could he have hidden all the weapons in the store?

The armed henchmen seemed to be awakened by Xiuming's words. Their murderous aura vanished instantly, and they hurriedly unloaded their guns and ran into the store.

In a short while, the police car drove into the street with its siren blaring.

The police car had a loudspeaker on its roof, blaring: "You are surrounded! Drop your weapons! Don't resist! Think of your family, your parents, your wife and children..."

The police car wasn't moving fast. A team of special police officers, armed with riot shields, wearing black bulletproof vests and helmets, surrounded the area. They were hunched over, their bodies hidden inside the riot shields, and holding their guns, advancing step by step.

The forty or fifty henchmen of the "Dongzhou Society" seemed to have received orders from the people in the car, and scattered in all directions, disappearing into the alleyways.

Should we go through alleyways or through cars?

The black bulletproof car started, and the black glass window on the rear door slowly rolled down, revealing the head of a woman whose face was veiled in black silk gauze; only her eyes were visible.