Becoming a Yakuza Boss from Tokyo

He put down his bamboo sword, picked up the phone beside him and pressed the answer button. The first thing that came out of the receiver was a deep and magnetic, but helpless voice: "You...it was you who asked me to go find that Italian together, but in the end you didn't answer the phone. If I wasn't worried about whether something happened to you, I would have left long ago. I'm very busy."

Hearing this, Long Yan was stunned for a moment. He took the phone from his ear and glanced at the "missed call (18)" on the caller ID. He then apologized, "Sorry, I was so engrossed in training that I didn't hear the phone ring. Where are you now? I'll be there right away."

Seeing that Long Yan had no intention of standing him up, the person on the other end of the phone just sighed slightly and stopped pestering him. He responded directly: "Your Longjing Incense business is too good. I dare not park downstairs of your house openly. I will wait for you at the entrance of Rice Flower Park."

"Oh, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Long Yan put away the bamboo sword in his hand and silently took out a wooden sword that was put into the sword bag from the cabinet.

This is a wooden sword that he asked Bando Ueto to have custom-made through an acquaintance.

The last time I used Bando Uejin's "Toyako", both the feel and quality were surprisingly good. In this era of rule of law, it is definitely not okay to carry a real sword with you. A wooden sword is undoubtedly the best choice.

Stroking the wooden sword in his hand, Long Yan took out a hooded pullover and a baseball cap from the closet.

There was no way. Although the popularity had mostly passed, as a young hero who had once made a sensation, Long Yan was still likely to be recognized on the street. In addition, subsequent actions required a certain degree of secrecy. This disguise, which was better than nothing, could at least make him look less conspicuous.

After simply dressing up, he pushed open the door carrying his sword bag.

But, it's like...

Forget it, let’s not use parallel sentences. Reality is often more outrageous than fiction.

When Long Yan opened the door, he happened to run into Kitahara Sora who was coming out of the bathroom and wiping his wet short hair.

Kitahara Sora was very tall, with a height of 175 cm, almost the same as Busujima Saeko, so the not-too-wide bath towel could only barely cover her thighs, and the pair of plump breasts looked as if they wanted to break free from the towel.

When he saw Long Yan pushing the door open, a look of surprise appeared on Kitahara Kong's face.

In the morning, after Long Yan ended their conversation by locking the door, she went out to buy some daily necessities.

But when she came back, Long Yan happened to start his air swing practice. When she heard bursts of heavy breathing coming from Long Yan's room from time to time, she thought that Long Yan was doing something unspeakable in the room while she was away.

However, when the heavy breathing continued for the entire afternoon, she realized that she had misunderstood.

How could anyone remain indescribable for five or six hours?

Bored to death, Kitahara Sora couldn't stand the stickiness of sweat and rain on his body anymore, so he went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, which led to the scene just now.

The two people who happened to bump into each other fell into a brief silence. It was obvious that this was the first time for both of them to encounter such a situation.

However, Kitahara Sora seemed to be aware that she was the older one. If she showed any trace of "shyness" in front of Long Yan now, the difficulty of continuing to talk nonsense to Long Yan in the future would obviously increase exponentially. Unwilling to admit defeat, she subconsciously straightened her full chest and spoke to Long Yan with a teasing look on her face.

"You are dressed like this, and you are carrying a wooden sword. Are you going to be a thief?"

However, Kitahara Sora apparently forgot that her hands were wiping her wet hair, and underestimated the amount of milk she had.

When she subconsciously straightened her chest, the bath towel wrapped around her chest was obviously not as strong as the button in the morning. The bath towel simply pinned on her chest slid down along her smooth skin as she straightened her chest.

The following description is not allowed by the review and the author is not very good at it. You can just use your imagination. If there are any similarities, it is not accidental.

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Long Yan really didn't expect such a cliché plot to happen to him, but he had to admit that when he saw Kitahara Sora's nearly perfect body, he did have a reaction.

Well, both the psychological and physical kind.

As if to ease the embarrassment, Long Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and praised in a rather admiring tone: "Nice figure."

Facing Long Yan's admiration and aggressive gaze, Kitahara Sora neither covered nor blocked it, and responded softly as if nothing had happened: "Thank you."

The tone was as calm as that of a senior chef whose carefully prepared dishes were praised by the diners.

Shrugging his shoulders, Long Yan did not make any other moves in the face of this beautiful woman.

Of course, I didn't dare to do anything else.

After all, if we don't compare actual combat capabilities, but only consider the level of martial arts, Kitahara Sora is 2 levels higher than Rengoku Momojuro who is in the "Flame Breathing·Full Concentration·Always Hit" state.

Long Yan simply opened the door of the third-floor suite a crack large enough for him to pass through, then quickly slipped away.

"boom!"

Looking at the closed door, Kitahara Sora could naturally see that when Long Yan left, he deliberately opened only a small gap for him to enter and exit, in order to prevent someone outside the door from seeing her naked at this time.

With a slight smile on her lips, she just said lightly, "Tsk, little virgin", then bent down generously to pick up the bath towel that had slipped to the ground, wrapped it up again, and returned to the room that belonged to her.

What no one noticed was that the ears of this war expert, who had just responded calmly, had turned red and hot since some time ago.

Apparently, she hadn't expected that she would agree to live in the home of a man... no, a boy whom she had known for less than a day, while being seen naked.

What made her feel a little magical was that in her heart, she didn't seem to reject this feeling.

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PS. I have been very busy recently, and my writing time has dropped dramatically during the day. It is not easy to be a part-time online writer.

Chapter 116: Cats have their own way, mice have their own way

After leaving, Long Yan deliberately raised his collar when walking down the corridor on the third floor of the store, for fear of being recognized by the customers who were queuing outside Longjing Mixiang on the first floor.

When he reached the sidewalk, he quickly entered the narrow alley between the buildings.

However, it is a bit of a stretch to call this an alley. It can only be considered a "walkway" at best.

Due to Japan's small land area, in international metropolises like Tokyo with tall buildings, the distances between buildings are often very narrow. In some places, there is barely enough space for an adult to move sideways. In some extreme cases, anyone who is slightly overweight may get stuck in this narrow "walkway".

But what’s interesting is that although the gaps between the buildings are very narrow, various “easter eggs” are often hidden in the narrow “corridors”. Many young children even regard these “corridors” as natural mazes.

Of course, Long Yan naturally did not have that kind of childish innocence. The reason why he did not take the wide and fast road but chose the narrow "walkway" between the buildings was precisely because of the unique advantages of this terrain.

Anti-tracking.

What he was going to do today was shameful in every sense of the word. The biggest advantage of this special terrain was that he could see everything clearly from the people following behind him.

As long as he is familiar with the terrain, he can easily use the gaps between buildings to escape tracking and reach his destination.

After becoming a "celebrity", he deliberately spent some time studying the "walkway" near the Longjing Mixiang, just in order to be able to use it at times like this.

Not long after, in just a few blinks of an eye, he disappeared into the intricate alleys of Tokyo.

......

In Mihua Park, a young man wearing a black windbreaker, frameless silver-rimmed glasses and with a somewhat cold face was leaning on a black Lexus, smoking a cigarette and watching the children playing in the park. He seemed like a parent waiting for the child who had been playing like crazy to use up his last bit of energy, or like he was waiting for someone.

The scattered cigarette ashes at his feet indicated that he seemed to have been waiting for a while, but from the expression on his face, there was no sign of impatience at all.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

A familiar voice drew the young man's attention away from the children playing in the park.

He did not immediately respond to the owner of the voice. He took out a cigarette bag from his windbreaker pocket, put the hand-rolled cigarette that was not yet completely burned into the cigarette bag, and then opened the car door.

Seeing that the young man did not respond, the person who greeted him earlier just shrugged noncommittally.

Obviously, he also knew that this was not the place to talk too much, so he sat directly in the passenger seat of the Lexus.

In a moment, the black car disappeared into the night.

"It's really hard for you to dress so tightly."

Inside the car, the young man with a cold expression was driving while whispering to the man next to him who had taken off his hood and baseball cap.

Hearing this, Long Yan just smiled slightly: "I can't help it. After all, I am a celebrity. It would be bad if I was photographed by passers-by or reporters. But you, as the young leader of the Songjiang Group, go out without even an entourage. Aren't you afraid of being ambushed?"

After hearing Long Yan's words, Danno Ryuya glanced at Long Yan beside him, and then turned his gaze back to the road ahead, "With Sakamoto Ryoma from the Heisei era here, I don't care about ordinary people. Besides, I'm different from you. I won't blatantly become an enemy of a behemoth like Jiulong."

Long Yan curled his lips as he watched the street scene flashing outside the window. "Really? The Gold Watch Group is not weaker than the Kowloon Group at all. But... I didn't expect you to be so efficient. It took you less than a month to find the Italian in Tokyo who took the Metropolitan Police Department more than half a year to find. I underestimated you a little bit before."

Yes, the person who called to urge Ryuhiko and waited for him in Beika Park was his collaborator Danno Ryuya.

After hearing Long Yan's praise, he did not show any complacent expression. The coldness on his face was as unchanging as an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years.

"There is an old Chinese saying that goes 'cats have their own ways, mice have their own ways'. Everyone is just doing things in their own way. Although the Metropolitan Police Department has planted many informants in the underworld, there are always some things that they will never know from their perspective.

That Italian was very cunning. After arriving in Tokyo, he stayed at home and avoided Kowloon on purpose. Even I had to spend a lot of effort and cost to find him.

I hope you can really pry the whereabouts of those 15,000 maple leaf gold coins out of him."

Danno Ryuya's tone, like his expression, did not change at all from beginning to end. What surprised Long Yan was that although the sentence he just said, "Cats have their own way, mice have their own way," sounded a bit awkward, it was actually spoken in standard Chinese.

Feeling very friendly, Long Yan responded in Chinese, which he hadn't used for a long time: "You speak Chinese well."

An expression of surprise appeared on Danno Ryuya's face for the first time.

It should be noted that although most of Japanese culture originated from China and Chinese characters often appear in hiragana, only a few Japanese can use Chinese accurately.

Danno Ryuya studied Chinese for his interest and hobby, so he can use it correctly and pronounce it relatively accurately.

But it is obvious that Long Yan's pronunciation just now is much more accurate than his. Even if he goes to China to take the Mandarin test, he will probably have a level of Grade 2A or above.

The fact that someone like Ryuhiko has such a profound knowledge of Chinese at such a young age really makes Danno Ryuya look at him with new eyes. He is worthy of being called "Sakamoto Ryoma of the Heisei Era" by the media.

However, if Long Yan knew the admiration that Danno Ryuya felt at this moment, he would probably laugh like a pig.

The Lexus did not drive far from the Beika Park before it stopped in front of a high-end apartment. After putting on his baseball cap again and the hood of his sweatshirt on his head, Ryuhiko and Danno Ryuya got out of the car together.

"You don't actually have to follow me. After all, he's the leader of an Italian bandit gang. Just tell me the house number and I can take care of it."

Seeing that Danno Ryuya looked like he wanted to go up with him, Long Yan couldn't help but stop him.

Although Danno Ryuya is a very high-profile guy, in terms of actual combat capability he may not be as good as Bando Ueto. Ryuhiko's words have been very tactful, mainly because he is afraid that he will be a drag.

"I'm not as fragile as you think."

Who would have thought that Duan Ye Long Zai just glanced at him lightly, left a light word, then took out an access card and walked into this high-end apartment.

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PS. Tomorrow is Arbor Day, and I have to attend another event, embarrass...

Chapter 117 Why are you so professional?

"Where did you get the access card?"

Seeing Danno Ryuya open the door of this high-end apartment as if he was returning home, Long Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his doubts, this cool and handsome guy just gently pressed the elevator button, then looked at him with a slightly strange expression and replied: "Of course I stole it. Mr. Sakamoto Ryoma of the Heisei era is not going to arrest me, right?"

The natural tone was as if he was saying, "I went to the property management office to get an access card." It was a matter of course.

Hearing this, Long Yan's eyes twitched slightly.

"Please, don't call me by that title anymore. I have a name."

At first, when Long Yan heard the title "Sakamoto Ryoma of the Heisei Era", he just thought it was a bit childish. After all, in Japan, only the strong are worthy of such a title.

For example, Ma Long is the "Empire's Destroying Dragon", Zhang Jike is the "Empire's Most Ferocious Tiger", and Liu Guoliang is the "Empire's Commander".

But after Long Yan learned a little about Sakamoto Ryoma's life, he felt a little reluctant to accept this title.

After all, Ryoma Sakamoto's ending was not very good.

In response to Long Yan's request, Danye Ryuya just shrugged and said nothing.

"Ding!"

The quality of the elevator in the luxury apartment was quite good. It stopped steadily and quickly at the floor the two wanted to go to.

To be honest, after entering this high-end apartment, Long Yan and the others had no intention of hiding anything anymore.

The previous disguise and escape from tracking were only to avoid the sight of those who were interested and avoid unnecessary trouble, but after arriving here, there was no need for disguise.

High-end apartments like this usually have complete surveillance facilities. Even if the two wanted to go to the required floor through the emergency passage, they would have been caught in the camera the moment they entered the apartment building. Going through the emergency passage was simply a waste of time.

Unless they find a way to control the building's monitoring room before entering, it would be a pipe dream to enter here unnoticed and without leaving any traces.

The two men walked up to a house with confidence. Danno Ryuya first signaled to Longyan with his eyes that "this is the house", and then, in Longyan's surprised gaze, he took out a portable hydraulic pliers from under his black windbreaker.

“Fuck, so professional?

Are you a gangster or a burglar?"

For fear of disturbing Dino Cabana inside the house, Ryuhiko spoke softly to the expressionless Danno Ryuya.

Faced with Long Yan's surprise, Danye Ryuya just made a gesture to keep quiet, then pointed to the door in front of him, motioning Long Yan to knock on the door, and then silently squatted down, hiding out of the peephole's sight, and placed the hydraulic pliers where the door chain would probably be.