Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

Long Yan's response caused the short old man, who had just tried hard to maintain the demeanor of a general, to pause slightly.

No smaller knife?

Is that what I mean?

are you crazy!

The short old man felt as if something was stuck in his throat, but he was unable to spit it out because of his self-proclaimed elegant Italian demeanor. He felt so uncomfortable that his face turned red as if he had been constipated for a week.

However, before he could say anything more, Long Yan on the opposite side opened his mouth and continued speaking.

“But you are wrong about one thing.

I am different from you gangsters. As a law-abiding citizen, I didn't kill any of your men. If you call an ambulance for them now, they might still be alive."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, the short old man with a red face was slightly startled.

not dead?

Looking at the broken limbs all over the ground and his men lying in a pool of blood, the short old man's face was filled with shock as if he had heard some incredible ghost story.

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Chapter 3: The Incredible Guy

Regardless of whether the short old man believed it or not, although he had indeed chopped down more than a dozen members of the Italian Mafia, with the blessing of the [Luo Feng Advanced Swordsmanship Experience Card], he did not kill anyone.

It’s not that Long Yan has some boring saintly sentiments, but after activating the experience card, he found that not only his swordsmanship, but also his senses had become much sharper.

With some perception, whether real or not, he always felt that someone was watching him in some dark corner.

In this Dongjin Bay, there are not only himself and the Italian "enthusiastic" organization of these people!

You know, although it seemed that he only took 15 seconds to temporarily alleviate the crisis, but...

He just stole 3 million yen worth of anesthetics from the Kowloon Group.

Isn't it unreasonable that a transnational criminal organization that dominates the Japanese Yakuza would let a student be in charge of such a large transaction?

He doesn't want to be a knife in someone else's hands.

He needs to make full use of the next nine minutes of experience card time to earn a way out for himself!

Under such circumstances, it is undoubtedly unwise to enter into an irreconcilable feud with the "Passion" organization, especially when he used the [Detection Technique] drawn in the second chance of the novice gift package to detect the details of the Terminator-like thug in a suit standing behind the short old man.

Sicilian staff skills are level 45, sword and dagger dual wielding is level 48, and actual combat is level 49.

This was the only strong man with a "skill level" among all the people present. Although he didn't know who was stronger between this guy who mastered traditional Italian martial arts and himself who had activated the experience card, but looking at the countdown that was constantly decreasing in his mind, he decided not to waste any more time.

Long Yan squatted down, first wiped the blood off the short blade with the clothes of the knifeman lying on the ground, then stood up, glanced at the Terminator behind the short old man with a little fear, and continued in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I don't have time to waste with you. Of course, if you want to fight to the death, then fight to the death."

Listening to the words coming from his ears, the short old man seemed to have just recovered from Long Yan's superb sword skills that injured but did not kill. He took a deep look at Long Yan, who exuded a beast-like aura, and then shook his head gently and said: "It's not a fight to the death. It's just that some low-level members were injured. Strictly speaking, we don't even have any losses. As for you, I am more and more curious about how you escaped Jiulong's pursuit.

3 million yen, 3 million yen, hey, this is not a small amount. "

Looking at the short old man with a playful expression on his face again, Long Yan did not say anything. He just silently put the short blade in his hand back into the sheath and put it back on his waist. Then he turned around and left Tokyo Bay without hesitation.

Looking at Long Yan who was gradually going away until he disappeared from his sight, the short old man slowly put away the playful expression on his face, and asked the Terminator behind him in a solemn and fearful tone without turning his head: "If you fight him to the death, how will you win?"

"I may win, but I may not survive."

A deep and powerful voice sounded from behind him. The short old man subconsciously punched his aching waist with his fist, looked in the direction where Long Yan disappeared, and sighed softly: "It seems that I, an old man, let go of a terrible little guy..."

......

7 minutes and 45 seconds. The countdown on the experience card in my mind is less than 8 minutes.

After quickly leaving Tokyo Bay, Long Yan's frown never relaxed.

What he has to face now is a powerful criminal organization that overwhelms the entire Japanese underworld. It can be said that there is almost no place in the huge Tokyo that can accommodate him.

He thought about sneaking back to China, but not to mention that he only had less than 8 minutes left on the experience card, the impenetrable coastline in his memory was not something an ordinary person like him, who would be thrown down to earth in 8 minutes, could cross.

perhaps......

Can he use this limited experience card time to get rid of Kowloon's surveillance in Tokyo, a modern city full of cameras, and then slowly seek an opportunity to escape?

The crisis was approaching Long Yan like a wild beast chasing closely behind him. His brain was working at a high speed and he didn't even have time to think more. However, just as he was thinking quickly about how to escape, a sharp brake sound suddenly sounded not far in front of him. Long Yan, who had been tense all the time, subconsciously reached for the short blade on his lower back with his right hand.

"Young Master, it's me!

Get in the car first!"

A familiar sound was heard from inside the slightly old Toyota Corolla.

It's Saito Takuma.

The name of the person who came suddenly appeared in Uesugi Ryuhiko's memory.

If there is anyone that Ryuhiko Uesugi can trust in Tokyo, then Takuma Saito must be in the top three.

Without any hesitation, Long Yan opened the passenger door and got in.

After Longyan closed the door, Saito Takuma, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator without waiting for Longyan to fasten his seat belt.

Sitting in the car, Long Yan looked at the night scene passing by quickly around him, and glanced calmly at Saito Takuma who was concentrating on driving.

Looking at the face so close at hand, with the hard edges outlined by the "Araki Line", he hesitated whether to ask about the next destination.

In Uesugi Ryuhiko's memory, Saito Takuma was a servant of his deceased mother Uesugi Chijun. No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that he was a retainer.

In terms of loyalty, this man who watched Uesugi Ryuhiko grow up and has always taken care of him like a brother and a father will never harm Uesugi Ryuhiko.

Of course, this is assuming that Saito Takuma didn't know that Uesugi Ryuhiko was already dead.

However, just when Long Yan was about to say something, Saito Takuma, who had been concentrating on driving, whispered in a very solemn but more worried tone.

"Young Master, do you know how much trouble you have caused this time?"

Although Long Yan didn't know how Saito Takuma understood the whole story in such a short time, he still nodded cooperatively.

Saito Takuma, who was concentrating on driving and didn't turn around to look at Long Yan, continued, "Your father, the Ninth Dragon Heart, was under great pressure to let you be in charge of this transaction. Although 3 million yen is not a lot for Jiulong, it is not so easy to explain. Shanxin Jilong will definitely not let go of this opportunity."

The heart of the dragon for nine generations, the faith in Jilong.

Two more familiar names. Listening to the words coming from his ears, Long Yan couldn't help but fall into silence.

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Chapter 4: The Unexpected Drunken Detective

Hearing the familiar name, Long Yan was already certain that the Kowloon Group was the Kowloon Society he knew.

Led by the founder and president of the Kyushukai, the Kyushu Ryushin, this is the most terrifying gang formed by the nine most powerful gangs in Japan.

Moreover, unlike other gangs, the Kowloon Group allows a certain degree of internal strife in order to ensure the vitality of the group and avoid decline due to aging personnel, lack of ambition and other reasons. Even if there are powerful gangs outside Kowloon that can "overthrow the superiors", they can challenge the presidents of the various groups of the Kowloon Association and even replace them. Even as the founder of the Kowloon Group, Jiu Shi Long Xin, his position is not as solid as outsiders imagine.

The reason why Jiushi Longxin has been able to sit firmly on the position of chairman of Kowloon Group since its establishment till now, in addition to his extraordinary strategy, huge financial resources and powerful combat power, is also due to the contribution of Kowloon Kurosaki Junlong, the chairman of Kowloon Kurosaki Association, who founded Kowloon Group as his deputy and sat firmly on the second chair of Kowloon Group.

The entire Kowloon Group is as solid and powerful as a fortress bound together by interests.

However, as mentioned before, Kowloon allows internal strife and even replacement.

In recent years, the young leader who has emerged the fastest in the Kowloon Group and rose to the third position in a very short time is Yoshitatsu Zenshin mentioned by Saito Takuma.

As the presidents of the Kowloon Believers Association, Yoshitsugu Yoshitsugu and Kurosaki Kunryu are both known as strong contenders for the next leader. The two have each won over the other six presidents of the Kowloon Group except the Ninth Generation Dragon Heart, forming a situation of competing with each other.

[Combining Saito Takuma's words just now and the memories related to this transaction in Uesugi Ryuhiko's memory, the biggest difficulty I need to face now should be this Yoshitatsu Yoshishin. ]

While he was secretly pondering in his heart, a dangerous light flashed in Long Yan's eyes. For a moment, he even wanted to take advantage of the remaining time of his almost invincible experience card to carry out a decapitation operation on Shanxin Jilong.

After all, in his opinion, if the changes caused by this transaction were the opportunity for Shanxin Jilong to attack the Ninth Generation Dragon Heart, then as the person who most hoped for changes to happen, Shanxin Jilong should be near the location of the transaction.

And the prying eyes he felt in the battle just now might have been Shanxin Jilong.

However, this thought only appeared in Long Yan's mind for a brief moment before he pushed it into a corner.

Although he was not a particularly remarkable person in his previous life and sometimes acted on impulse because of his temperament, he had a good habit.

I will never put myself in danger when the success rate is less than 50%.

The cadre in charge of transactions in the previous organization named "Passion" was equipped with a strong man with three skills above level 40 as a bodyguard. Recalling the oppressive feeling he felt through the other's sunglasses, Long Yan had no doubt that the Kowloon Group, as a trading partner of the same level, would not have the same level or even higher combat power.

and......

After a brief silence, Long Yan's eyes fell on Saito Takuma.

Judging from the solemn but not overly anxious expression on the other party's face, it seems that this matter is not completely without room for mediation.

As expected, as if he noticed Long Yan's gaze, Saito Takuma sighed deeply, and then continued speaking with helplessness on his face, like a deflated ball.

“Although I don’t know how you managed to escape from the hands of Rere, I have to say that although Jiushi Longxin has been indifferent to you and the young lady over the years, as a father, at least he has bought you a way out to the greatest extent possible.

During the time I came to pick you up, he used the exchange of interests to quickly suppress the young people led by Shanxin Jilong, using the dojo in the SWORD area passed down by your ancestors as a bargaining chip. This can be regarded as making up for the losses you caused, but..."

When he said this, Saito Takuma couldn't help but stop the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Looking at the helpless expression on Saito Takuma's face, although he was somewhat uncomfortable, Longyan still said softly according to the name that Uesugi Longyan called Saito Takuma in his memory, "It's okay, go ahead, Uncle Saito."

It was not until this time that Saito Takuma shifted his gaze from the empty road to Ryuhiko.

After a long time, just when Long Yan couldn't help but want to remind the driver Saito Takuma to drive safely, Saito Takuma said in a deep voice.

“For the Yakuza, especially organizations of the level of Kowloon, they value their reputation more than money.

In this transaction, you made Kowloon almost lose face in front of enthusiasm, and this is not something that can be solved by making up for the loss of 300 million yen.

According to the rules of Kowloon, you must have a "settle" with them. "

Listening to the words coming to his ears, Long Yan's brain started working rapidly.

He didn't know what kind of game had taken place within the Kowloon Group from the time he threw away the anesthetic worth 300 million yen until he left Tokyo Bay, but he was very sure of one thing: as long as he was given some time to gain a foothold, he would have a solution to the current crisis.

However, as the relatively weaker party at present, what he needs to know most right now is the result of the internal game within the Kowloon Group.

Saito Takuma deliberately paused to allow Long Yan to digest the information. Seeing that there was no panic on Long Yan's face, although he was somewhat surprised at his young master's calmness today, he subconsciously regarded it as "man's growth."

Saito Takuma, who was a little relieved, hurriedly continued, "As a condition of 'settlement', you must pay 300 million yen of 'credit loss fee' to Kowloon Group within one year. If you cannot do so...

This time next year will probably be the day we die.”

“Will there be double compensation in case of breach of contract?

Haha, this is really a 'reasonable' 'ending'."

Listening to Saito Takuma's words, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or mockery, Long Yan couldn't help but raise a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

In his opinion, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

People fight for a breath of air, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, not to mention that they are risking their own lives and the lives of innocent people.

After hearing Saito Takuma say "end", Long Yan had already made a decision.

Not to mention 300 million yen, I'm going to get back even that dojo that was used as a bargaining chip!

As for the question of if he can't get 300 million yen in a year...

When he thought of this, a dangerous light unconsciously appeared in Long Yan's eyes.

After experiencing the [Luo Feng Advanced Swordsmanship Experience Card], he has a new understanding of his golden finger and has enough confidence. If it really comes to that, it is not impossible for him to try to dismantle the entire Kowloon Group alone!

"squeak!"

The harsh braking sound came again from the old brake pads of the Corolla. While the two were talking, the old Corolla stopped steadily in front of the three-story house called "home" in Long Yan's memory.

However, just as Long Yan opened the car door and prepared to go home to take a good shower to wash off the filth on his body, a slightly vague voice, which could be heard as drunken even from a distance, came from behind him.

“Yo!!!

Isn't this Brother Saito! ?

Let’s do it together...hiccup!

Do you want to come over to my house for a drink?