Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

"In short, we only have one chance. If we don't act quickly, there will be endless troubles."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

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Chapter 108 Kowloon

"The main gate will attract most of the firepower. I will take you and Akutagawa's men in through there. I don't trust the others. Don't worry, I will try my best to bring them back intact."

"Let Toufumi Maki use her two swords and attack from the left and right side doors in two directions."

"The Tai Sui Gang has a lot of reinforcements, so we can block the back door and occupy their warehouse. There is a high probability that there are munitions in it. Don't let them use large-scale thermal weapons, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Uesugi counted the very center of the topographic map.

"This is the Dongwenhui's evaluation room. Dongwenyu's succession ceremony will be held here. After we break in, we will meet here."

"If we kill Dong Wenyu and the ghosts and gods behind him, we will win."

Kudo Yuichi thought about it and couldn't find any problems. After all, this was just a gang fight, not a military war. It would be a head-on collision and whoever killed the opposing general first would win. There was nothing to say.

"Okay, I'll go coordinate the staff and we'll talk about the details when I get back. Let's go, Miss Dongwen must be waiting anxiously in the car."

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head, took out his cell phone and turned on the screen.

"Let Toufumi Maki go back first, and you go and get busy too."

"Arrange a car for me and help me go back to the association to pick up something. I'll make a phone call and then go somewhere."

"Humph, our reinforcements have arrived. I have to find a way to cut off Dong Wenyu's reinforcements!"

Upon hearing this, Kudo Yuichi looked straight at Uesugi Kiyoshi and suddenly laughed happily.

"OK, no problem. I'll be leaving first."

"Qing, have you noticed that you are becoming more and more like a leader in your words and actions now?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Don't be ridiculous, that word has nothing to do with me."

"Rather than coordinating the overall situation, I prefer to speak with my sword."

The two of them smiled at each other, each with their own thoughts, and parted temporarily.

About an hour later.

Shibuya, next to Park Avenue.

The black business car that Uesugi Kiyoshi was riding in slowly stopped.

He stepped out of the car, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box in one hand, and squinted at the building in front of him.

This can no longer be considered a "Japanese garden", it's more like a palace.

The courtyard is spacious, with a wooden frame and thatched roof, an elevated floor, deep eaves, red-painted pillars and beams, and snow-white walls. Elegant double-cherry blossoms are blooming on both sides of the main road in the wind and rain, and luxury vehicles enough to form a fleet are neatly parked at the gate.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked around and saw at least dozens of men in black suits standing guard on both sides of the gate without holding umbrellas. Even the heavy rain did not make them frown.

"This looks like a base camp of the underworld. That Taisui's courtyard is a little too unique."

Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed and walked with firm steps towards the mansion which was even more magnificent than a palace.

In Tokyo, owning a house like this is a symbol of status and wealth.

Amid the ferocious looks of a group of men in black suits and crew cuts, Uesugi Kiyoshi walked up to the front door of the mansion as if no one was around, ready to push it open and enter.

At this time, a man in a black suit stood out from the crowd, came to the side of Uesugi Kiyoshi, bowed very vigorously, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Hello! Is this Uesugi-san?!"

The words sounded like slogans, causing Uesugi Kiyoshi to have some tinnitus in his ears.

He frowned and nodded.

"It's me. I've made an appointment with the Ninth Guild President. Please lead the way."

The man in the black suit nodded vigorously, opened the door for Uesugi Kiyoshi, and led the way.

Along the way, Uesugi Qingqing was a feast for the eyes.

Apart from the beautiful courtyard scenery that can rival that of a park, the same crew cut and black suit are almost everywhere - this is the standard attire of the underworld. There are many people wearing kimonos and Wuyi, who look like cadres, with swords on their waists, speaking loudly and wantonly, inadvertently revealing the conspicuous tattoos on their arms, and always looking at people with lingering malice, as if this has been a habit ingrained in their bones.

Many of them looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi, who was dressed so childishly, with strange eyes. They speculated about Uesugi Kiyoshi's identity without reservation while chatting and laughing. However, they were very well-behaved and no one stopped him to question him.

"It's quite lively today. What day is it that brings so many people together?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi walked slowly, chatting with the man in a black suit who was leading the way.

The man in the black suit did not suspect anything and quickly explained it to him.

"Uesugi-san, today is the end-of-month evaluation for the Kowloon Group. The nine group leaders rarely get together and are holding a meeting in the evaluation room. The general president has instructed that since Uesugi-san is here, we should take you directly to the evaluation room to see him."

Uesugi Kiyoshi understood what was going on, but he nodded casually without showing any expression. He walked along the way admiring the flowers and the scenery for a full five minutes before arriving in front of a somewhat solemn and heavy hall.

The man in the black suit bowed and stepped aside, bent down and made a gesture of invitation.

Uesugi Kiyoshi understood and walked in without any stage fright.

Well, we go to Tai Sui Gang to ask for help, so we must behave properly and leave a good impression on others.

I'm here to collect debts.

There's no need to be so polite!

The light inside the house was obviously dimmer than outside.

Looking around, the sense of emptiness fills the eyes. In the spacious house, there are only a few large candlesticks with burning torches, and there is no other furniture or decorations.

With the center line of the room as the axis, eight cushions are placed symmetrically on both sides.

Eight figures with different expressions, some sitting upright, some kneeling, and some cross-legged, all sat quietly on their own cushions without making a sound.

Sitting opposite Uesugi Kiyomasa in the main seat in the room was an old man with gray hair and a pale face.

He looked to be in his sixties, with a hunched body, white hair and beard, and the wrinkles on his face were traces of years of hardship. From time to time, a cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Sitting behind him was a beautiful woman who looked to be around 40 years old and still had some charm.

Uesugi Kiyoshi quickly scanned the room, memorizing everyone's expressions and faces. Before he could react, he was suddenly shocked.

A long-lost voice rang in his heart.

"The lost demon soul of Snow Boy has been found. Please retrieve it as soon as possible."

The stream of consciousness of the Hundred Demons Scroll briefly gave Uesugi Kiyoshi a hint, and then disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Uesugi Kiyoshi can't pretend that he never appeared.

He followed the direction of his feeling and looked at the figure sitting second from the old man's left.

There was a young man sitting there.

He looked no more than twenty years old, with a tall and slender figure in a suit and a bronze complexion, looking a bit like a sailor who often went to sea. Uesugi Kiyoshi paid close attention to his hands - they were neatly placed in front of his knees, but it was not difficult to see a thick layer of calluses on them.

Uesugi Kiyoshi also has the same calluses on his hands, which are a side effect of practicing swordsmanship.

This young man is probably also proficient in a weapon, a sword, or a weapon heavier than a sword.

As Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at him, the young man also looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi with great interest.

Their eyes met and then separated.

Uesugi Kiyoshi knew that now was not the time to rush forward to study the "Snow Boy" demon spirit. Moreover, he had some guesses about the identity of this young man. He would have to deal with him in the future and there would be plenty of opportunities.

He sorted out his mood and thoughts, and walked forward calmly with the gift box in his hand. He stopped five steps in front of the white-haired old man, put the gift box on the ground beside him, and bowed slightly.

"President Ninth, I am Uesugi Kiyoshi who contacted you before. Please forgive me for my intrusive visit."

The white-haired Ninth President smiled gently at Uesugi Kiyoshi, nodded, coughed, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Uesugi-kun, nice to meet you. I am the president of the Nine Dragons Society, the Ninth Dragon Heart."

His tone was gentle, not like that of the chairman of the Kowloon Group, the leader of the Tokyo Yakuza, but rather like that of an old grandfather next door who watched Uesugi Kiyoshi grow up.

It is hard to imagine that such a kind old man integrated the remnants of the Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshi-kai, and Inagawa-kai with thundering means, and developed them into the largest yakuza gang in Tokyo in just a few decades.

But seeing that no one else seemed to be making a fuss, I was afraid that the ninth president was just a slow and kind person in his daily life.

The Ninth Generation Dragon Heart clapped his hands and looked around.

"This Uesugi-kun is here on behalf of the Touwen Association. He is the person designated by Touwen Maki to speak up. He said he has something to ask me, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to have everyone meet together."

"After all, the affairs of the Kowloon Group are not only my business, but also the business of everyone present here."

"Uesugi-kun, if you have anything to say, you can say it now."

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked straight at the Ninth Generation Dragon Heart, a sharp smile on his lips, and spoke directly to the point with a hint of meaning.

"Five years ago, the government and the financial groups joined forces to suppress the Yakuza in Tokyo. It didn't take long for the action to be effective. Everyone was unhappy, so the three largest groups in Tokyo at the time held a secret meeting and chose to temporarily join forces in the face of a common enemy to overcome the difficulties together."

"The Kowloon Group, the Eastern Culture Association, and the Kanto Union, these three companies once signed an agreement with the seals of the presidents of each company confirming the validity of the agreement."

"One of the rules is - each group's internal affairs, other groups must not interfere without permission, otherwise it will be considered a violation of the rules and will be punished."

"President Ninth, I only have one question today."

Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly raised his eyes and his words became a little colder.

"I want to ask you, and everyone here."

"Dong Wenyu, a traitor of the Dong Wen Society, killed his brother to seize the throne, and also wanted to kill Miss Maki. Does this matter count as the internal affairs of the Dong Wen Society?"

ps. Kowloon comes from a Japanese drama, no relevant plot, I just can't be bothered to think of a name, it's too difficult to come up with a Japanese name.

Chapter 109 Conflict

The agreement that Uesugi Kiyoshi mentioned does exist.

But you should never expect gangs involved in the underworld to take a piece of contract so seriously.

Over the past few years, the three major gangs have all achieved the goal of helping each other. They have not taken the initiative to get involved in each other's business, but have focused their main energy on dealing with Sakuradamon's lackeys.

Because the pressure from the government and the chaebols was really great, even the Kanto United, which had clung to the chaebols, was secretly suppressed by its boss's rivals, and everyone was not having an easy life.