Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Yuan Zhisheng remembered that Lu Mingfei said he had learned the basics of kendo, and Chu Zihang was his senior brother, so he held up the Spider Blade with both hands and said, "No, this knife was given to me by my father. He said it was the sword used by my ancestor Minamoto no Raikou, the Mr. Masamune you met during the day. Although I call him Dad, he is not my real father. I have never met my father."

Chu Zihang nodded and took the Spider Cut with both hands: "My father is gone too."

"I'm an orphan. I grew up in the mountains with my younger brother. Only when I grew up did I confirm my Yuan family lineage and was taken to Sheqi Eight Clan." Yuan Zhisheng said, "Just like Lonely George. Do you know Lonely George?"

Chapter 205: Men are always middle school students until they die

"Lonely George?" Chu Zihang said, "I've read about it. The book says it's the loneliest animal in the world."

Chu Zihang had read about it in an unpopular science magazine. One of his strengths was that he was never picky about what he read. He would read every word from the first page to the last, no matter what the book was. He still remembered the description of the Pinta Island tortoise named "George" in the book.

The Galapagos Islands in South America were once home to giant tortoises, the largest land turtles. Their average weight far exceeds that of an adult human, and they can grow up to two meters tall. These clumsy giants lived peacefully on the islands until they were discovered by passing sailors. The sailors would then take these defenseless giants aboard their ships as food reserves.

Due to the endless plundering of sailors and the invasion of alien species, the Galapagos tortoises are almost on the verge of extinction. The worst-hit island is Pinta, where the once lush jungle has been gnawed away by introduced wild goats, leaving only the last male tortoise, crawling around alone, seemingly searching for something.

The purebred Pinta Island tortoise has become extinct in the world. The only one is protected by scientists at a breeding base. It has no other kind of its kind in the world. People call this Pinta Island tortoise "Lonely George".

"The Yuan family had actually been declared extinct by our own family until they found my brother and me in the mountains. We were still in school at the time, and someone told me I was a descendant of the Yuan family. I was taken into the Sheqi Eight Clan and became the head of the Yuan family," Yuan Zhisheng said. "I'm called the head of the family, but I'm actually the only one in the entire Yuan family. When I read Lonely George, I felt like I was that tortoise. I want to go see it after my family affairs are resolved. I heard it now lives in Galapagos National Park."

"What about your brother?" Chu Zihang asked.

"He... should be gone." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slightly.

"Come to think of it, I have a younger brother, but I'm not sure if he's around." Lu Mingfei took another sip of soju and suddenly interrupted, "Sometimes I feel like he's a dream, and sometimes I feel like he's a real person. Otherwise, how could his personality be so vivid and profound? He calls me 'brother' over and over again, and even his face has color in my memory... Can people in dreams have color?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes. He was obviously a little drunk, his eyes were blurry, but deep inside they were as clear as water.

For a moment, Yuan Zhisheng even felt that the other person was describing himself, and that he and his brother were just like a dream... But he still couldn't forget his brother's face. That colorful face was sometimes like a dream, sometimes like a nightmare, and he couldn't escape or avoid it.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his soju glass and gently clinked it with Lu Mingfei's, then he also drank it all.

"I didn't realize everyone had such a hard time growing up." Caesar also raised his glass and came over. "But sometimes losing both parents isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least we're freer, right? And scientific research shows that orphans tend to mature earlier and be more independent than ordinary children. There's a saying in the anime world... Oh, parents offer sacrifices to the gods, and their magical powers are boundless!"

"Don't curse me, Boss! My parents are alive and well, traveling around the world and in great health!" Lu Mingfei waved his hands quickly. "Senior Brother's mother is fine too. She's probably even better now that she's seen Xia Mi. The last time I went to Senior Brother's house, I heard Mother Chu and her sisters say that Chu Zihang had such a great girlfriend. She must live to be 200 years old and witness the birth of her grandson's grandson."

Chu Zihang's face darkened. These words did sound like what his nonsensical mother would say, but he didn't understand why these two drunkards had to bring the topic to him.

"Really? That's a pity. No wonder I'm the team leader. Both my parents are dead. You and Chu Zihang are no match for me in this matter." Caesar seemed to be drunk and started talking nonsense.

"Isn't the head of the Pompeii family still alive?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Is he my father? He's just a bastard." Caesar took a piece of sashimi and put it in his mouth. "I thought he was dead for many years."

Chu Zihang didn't want to join in the drunken night talk, so he stared at the knife Yuan Zhisheng handed him. Warm candlelight and cool moonlight mixed on the blade, but the warm and light colors didn't blend together. The knife was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the light.

"The sword handed down from the era of Minamoto no Yorimitsu is a true ancient sword, and it can still be used." Chu Zihang cut off the spider's hands and returned them to Minamoto no Chisheng.

"Alchemical processes have been added to it," Gen Zhisheng said, taking the Spider Cut. "Everything has its destiny. A sword is forged to be used. That is its destiny, until the moment it breaks. It's a pity for swords locked in display cases or treasure houses, gathering dust."

"Do you believe in fatalism?" Chu Zihang asked.

"It's hard to say." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slightly. "Dad told me that fate is the most fucked-up thing in this world. When you believe in it, it takes away your hope. When you don't believe in it, it hits you on the head. It always goes against your wishes."

Chu Zihang glanced at Lu Mingfei, remembering that Lu Mingfei had said something similar to him before.

"Why do you practice with Japanese swords?" asked Yuan Zhisheng.

"I don't know about Lu Mingfei, but as for me, the only thing my father left me is a Japanese sword." Chu Zihang said as he pulled out a long sword that was as shiny as a mirror from the dark scabbard beside him.

The Divine Sword Murasame, this sword was once broken during the battle with Jörmungandr, and the alchemical matrix was also damaged. It was later repaired by Lao Tang, and a new alchemical matrix was added to the blade, triggered by the handle. The power of the spirit of "Jun Yan" is the key to unlock the alchemical matrix, which can perfectly match Chu Zihang.

"What a powerful alchemy!" Even in the candlelight, Yuan Zhisheng could see the deterrent power hidden in the blade at a glance. Even the candle flame was involuntarily drawn to the blade. It seemed as if there was a fire-absorbing magic circle hidden there, and the flames became its slaves.

"Its name is Murasame. It was broken once. The flame alchemy matrix on it was added after it was repaired." Chu Zihang said.

"This is also an ancient sword, at least three hundred years old. The restorer was incredibly skilled, adding such a powerful alchemical matrix without changing the original structure. If this sword were put up for auction, the price would conservatively be at least 300 million yen." Gennosuke handed it back with both hands. "Although the Murasame is fictional, this one is even more powerful than the one recorded in 'The Legend of the Eight Dogs of Nanso Satomi'. You have a fine sword."

"Thank you." Chu Zihang took the Murasame and put it back into the sheath.

Yuan Zhisheng looked deeply at Chu Zihang. He had originally thought he was the most powerful and aloof of the trio, like an emotionless war machine. But when the word "father" was mentioned, Chu Zihang seemed less invulnerable. He would forge his own blade because of the blade his father left behind... This guy also had feelings, but they were hidden a hundred times deeper than those of ordinary people, making them difficult to glimpse. Because of this, he possessed an obsession a hundred times deeper than that of ordinary people.

Intuitively, Yuan Zhisheng didn't like these three guys, but he had to admit that these people had a unique magic.

"You seem different from what I imagined." Yuan Zhisheng said suddenly.

"Ok?"

"You look like you're keeping strangers away, but you love your father dearly. Who would have thought you even have a girlfriend?" Yuan Zhisheng smiled. "And you treat her very well."

Chu Zihang was stunned: "How did you know that?"

"You're a very well-mannered person, but at a grand banquet, you'd throw away all the food and etiquette for your girlfriend's call," Yuan Zhisheng said. "If someone can invade your life and change your habits, it means they hold a significant place in your heart."

"You're right." Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"The young master of the Sheqi family doesn't need to worry about his girlfriend. When the day comes when you succeed the head of the family, no one will be able to blame you even if you hold a public selection of concubines in Japan." Caesar returned to the topic again.

Although Caesar had experienced all manner of expensive food, he had to admit that this banquet was to his liking. He drank quite a bit, and in his slightly tipsy state, he gazed at the night sky of Tokyo, feeling a sense of relief. Caesar was known for his sociability. If Chu Zihang, a blockhead, was the only one enjoying a pleasant conversation with the Japanese branch, wouldn't that mean the student union president's social skills were even inferior to those of the Lionheart Club president?

"Rather than taking over as the head of the family, I'd rather go to France. There's a famous nude beach there, and I'd like to open a small sunscreen shop there," Yuan Zhisheng said. "I don't want to stay in Tokyo. I want to find a small city where no one knows me. I'm not the young head of the family, so I can live a life of idleness and nothing to show for it."

"He's giving up his position as a mafia patriarch, and instead wants to live out his life as a gangster." Caesar's lips curled up in a sneer. "My father once said the same thing. He felt the position of patriarch and the Gattuso bloodline were both burdens. His ambition was probably to sleep with every woman he fancied, but ninety-nine percent of those women were willing to sleep with him because of his wealth and status. Maybe his looks, but that was also given to him by his family bloodline. If he weren't born into the Gattuso family and wasn't ugly, no woman would be willing to marry him just because of his bad temper."

"You mean if I weren't the young master of the underworld, I wouldn't even be able to find a job selling sunscreen?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"No, you wouldn't have thought about selling sunscreen back then," Caesar said. "People are like this. Those in high positions of power clamor for freedom and leisure, so the rich like to buy villas in the countryside. But they rarely have time to live in them, and they keep their houses there as a form of psychological comfort. But those at the bottom of society yearn for wealth and power, and they're willing to pay any price to climb to the top. In other words, you're always dissatisfied with what you have and yearn for what you don't have, regardless of its value."

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a while. "Gattuso, if you were the tortoise named George, what would you do?"

"What do you mean?" Caesar couldn't understand what Yuan Zhisheng wanted to ask.

"George is the last Pinta Island tortoise in the world. Scientists have brought in female tortoises from around the world to mate with him, hoping to keep this precious species alive, but George is interested in every female tortoise," Yuan Zhisheng said. "Among these female tortoises, there must be a Yamato Nadeshiko or an Audrey Hepburn of the tortoise world. What I mean is, George has seen beautiful tortoises from all over the world, but he doesn't want to mate with any of them because that's not what he wants. In the tortoise world, George is just an ordinary tortoise, his status and significance conferred upon him by humans. No matter how rare he is or how well-fed he is, he still yearns for the Pinta Island of his past. Mr. Gattuso, if you were George, would you reproduce with the Audrey Hepburn of the tortoise world, or would you want to crawl back into the puddle and roll in the mud?"

"Even though Audrey Hepburn is hard to refuse, I still want to crawl back to my own puddle." Caesar frowned. "Reproduction should be based on love. If I'm locked up with a bunch of psychopaths in white and a stunning beauty for scientific research, and they observe us mating... the thought of it is nauseating! I'd bite those evil people to death."

"So, Mr. Gattuso, your father and I are not the same kind of people," Yuan Zhisheng said softly. "I lived a very ordinary life as a child. My status became rich and powerful suddenly, but this is not what I want. The continuation and reputation of the Yuan family are not important to me. I have experienced both ordinary and wealthy lives. Selling sunscreen on a nude beach is still my life ideal."

"You can go now. You're an independent person, and independent people should be free. Even though you might be scolded by the family officials as the most irresponsible young master if you leave, do you care about that?" Caesar asked. "What you should care about is whether the beautiful girls are sitting in economy or first class on the plane, so you can decide which ticket to buy, and whether your aesthetic preferences lean towards European or Japanese women. If you prefer Japanese women, then while you're still a gangster boss, kidnap one from here tonight and flee Tokyo with you. Tomorrow night, when you arrive in France, you'll have successfully eloped. Is there anything more romantic than that?"

"Ying is perfect!" Lu Mingfei slammed the table.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at these lunatics in a daze. Although they were still spouting some childish nonsense, he had never found these lunatics so pleasing to the eye. He felt as if he was infected. So he filled his glass with wine and raised it high: "Very romantic. Let's drink to our romantic dreams!"

The four of them clinked their porcelain cups together, making a "ping pong" sound, and drank the wine in the cups with their heads tilted back.

Chapter 206 Laugh at my evil deeds!

Caesar and Lu Mingfei were obviously drunk, and their words sounded a bit silly, but they were indeed inspiring for no reason and made people feel full of energy!

Just like when the villain in a hot-blooded anime is yelling that he wants to kill all the people on Earth, the protagonist suddenly jumps out and yells something like "I should protect this world", which makes you so embarrassed that you want to dig your toes, but you can't help but feel your heart pounding and your blood boiling, wondering how there can be such a silly and handsome line in this world!

"But I can't do that." After a brief surge of excitement, Yuan Zhisheng calmly put down his wine glass.

"Still can't let go of the position of head of the family?" Caesar raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Gattuso, I just said that I am not interested in this." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slightly, without much explanation, but walked to the edge of the terrace and looked at Tokyo in the night.

"Tokyo, formerly known as Edo, is a relatively young city. In 1457, Ota Michikan, a retainer of the Uesugi clan, built a castle here. Later, the Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu established his government in Edo Castle, and Edo Castle began to develop," Minamoto Chisei narrated softly. "During the Meiji Restoration, the last years of the shogunate, the situation was turbulent and precarious. The Shinsengumi, a group of lower-class samurai, and the "Tenchu" assassins of the reformists were active on the Edo stage, constantly engaging in conflicts and wars of varying sizes with the shogunate. Human life was treated as worthless. The most famous Tenchu ​​was Kenshin Himura, based on Kawakami Hikonsai. The people at the bottom of society were in constant fear, and it was in that war-torn era that the Yaki Eight Clan emerged."

"I didn't expect your family's history is so short. I thought the underworld family was born very early." Caesar said.

"The Yakuza didn't emerge until after the Edo period. The earliest members were samurai without any power affiliation, dock workers, some special artists, and kabuki and geisha. They formed guilds and associations to protect themselves, but they were still weak, and even if the weak formed a group, they would be bullied by the powerful," said Minamoto Chisei. "Until the Eight Yaki Families took control of them. In ancient Japan, commoners didn't have surnames; only nobles were worthy of having surnames, and all the nobles were mixed-blood. The Eight Yaki Families lost their land and resources during the revolution and war, so the heads of the eight families set their sights on the underworld. With the advantage of being mixed-blood, the Eight Yaki Families quickly established their prestige in the underworld. Each family was responsible for a corresponding guild, collecting tributes to make a living, and at the same time protecting the poor people under their command. This is the origin of the Yakuza main families."

"Hundreds of years have passed since the Edo period, and the Yaki Eight Clan are no longer considered poor." Caesar walked over to Minamoto no Chisei and looked out at the brightly lit Tokyo in the night. "This city is the most prosperous in all of Asia. There are no samurai, no assassins, and no wars. There's no reason for you to stay here."

"It's not that easy. There are wars in every era. I don't just mean the kind with swords flashing and sabers. Real wars are constantly happening in people's hearts. Whenever I see Tokyo in the rain, with its lights flickering, it's like seeing Edo hundreds of years ago." Minamoto Chisei said, "You don't understand the underworld. You visited Genji Heavy Industries, but at most you only know about its Japanese branch. You still don't know anything about the Eight Clans of Snake. The underworld isn't found in bustling buildings, but in every dark alley, on the streets late at night, and in the hearts of every lowly person."

"Inferior people?" Caesar frowned, showing deep confusion about the word.

"This world is divided into upper and lower classes. The upper class controls the vast majority of human society's wealth, resources, and voice. As for who is the lower class..."

Yuan Zhisheng paused.

"Have you seen it? Uneducated children wandering the streets with a knife, constantly yelling that they'll kill anyone who crosses them. Uneducated, they don't understand the law and feel their lives are worthless. Women who have been abused since childhood feel their bodies are worthless, so they sell their bodies for money, then find an honest man to marry before they're old and ugly. Old men who sluggishly drop out of school never achieve anything in their lives, and in their old age, they don't even have unemployment insurance or relief. The government won't give them any money, because they were the dregs of society when they were young, and they'll still be the dregs when they're old."

"You mean to say you gave them protection? You, the Eight Snake Clan, are the saviors of the lower classes?" Caesar asked. "Is this what they call 'gangster-style justice'?"

"No, we never think of ourselves as righteous. The underworld and justice have never had any connection. If there is any connection, it's only an antagonistic relationship," said Yuan Zhisheng. "Although we provide pensions and relief funds to underworld members, we still rule them with an iron fist and violence. We have no shortage of dirty tricks. If all underworld members are evil, then the underworld's law enforcers are the biggest evil. This is a world hidden in the shadows, far larger than you can imagine. Violence is the greatest voice in this shadow world. If the emperor of the underworld collapses and the underworld loses its ruler, then everyone will speak with fists and knives, and Tokyo will become the Edo of the past. There will always be weak people in this world, and they will die tragically in wars and fighting."

"We are not righteous, not heroes, not even tyrants. On the contrary, we wield the greatest violence and evil. If this world were smooth and peaceful, we would have no need to exist. But unfortunately, this world is dark and like hell. We are demons, evil gods, Satan... I once read this in a book." Yuan Zhisheng gazed off into the distance, the night like a curtain. "I have done all the vile and inconvenient things in the world, and you still laugh at my sinful deeds."

Wild winds and torrential rain slanted down from the eaves, rustling Minamoto Chisei's clothes and revealing the lining. Moonlight shone on the pattern of the lining, symbolizing Amaterasu, illuminating it with a breathtaking light. The man's face was illuminated, a solemn and majestic image of a king.

"Gen. Chisheng doesn't want to be the head of a gangster family, but until the family is stable, the young master has responsibilities that must be shirked. Before a new young master appears, I cannot do anything that will shake the family's foundation. This is my fate as Amaterasu. Amaterasu's mission is to illuminate everyone... and ghosts. I don't have the right to go back to my own puddle and wallow in the mud for the time being." Gen. Chisheng was silent for a moment, closing his shirt across his chest and shaking his head slightly. "Just think of me whining without reason. It must be boring to listen to. You don't have any plans tonight, why not do something fun? Want to go to the Tamamonomae Club under the Inuyama family, where the best girls in Japan gather, or go to the hot springs in Osaka? Or the beer hall in Yokohama?"

Caesar shook his head. "Those are truly boring things. On the contrary, what you described is very interesting. I'm very interested. I want to see what the hell you described is like and what the real underworld is like."

"It sounds really interesting. I want to see the society in the film." Chu Zihang nodded.

"I second the motion." Lu Mingfei also nodded.

"Normal people usually regret having seen the underworld. It's a dangerous place. If you happen to run into a fight with more than a hundred people, even I can't guarantee your safety." Yuan Zhisheng looked a little hesitant.

"You also said that normal people would regret it, but no one here is normal." Caesar smiled.

"Yuan-jun, that guy actually put 'watching a gang fight' on his to-do list on the plane. After spending the past two days together, you should understand his character. If we can't fulfill his wish, he'll probably go and find a gang fight himself, wearing a Desert Eagle and holding a knife." Lu Mingfei patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder and lowered his voice, "He can definitely do it. He's Caesar Gattuso!"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the three of them and didn't think Lu Mingfei was threatening him, because he had no doubt that they would definitely do such a thing... It's not surprising what a psychopath would do!

Taking a deep breath, Gen Chisheng called Sakura over. "Sakura, prepare three uniforms for the three distinguished guests, including linings. Go to the Liaison Department to get a dart. I remember that the more difficult problems recently have been concentrated in Shinjuku, Shibuya, and Chiyoda."

"Why don't we go to Shinjuku? We can visit Kabukicho on the way." Lu Mingfei suggested, "The city that never sleeps, the largest red-light district in Asia, a man's paradise. I've always wanted to see it."

"Then Shinjuku District." Gen Chisheng nodded.

"Young Master, the situation in Kabukicho is somewhat unusual." Ying frowned slightly. "The Ten Fist Gang and the Wildfire Gang have already engaged in a fierce fight there. Police from the National Police Agency are currently mediating, but it's difficult to suppress the situation. A notice has been issued advising the general public to refrain from going out unless necessary and to shelter at home. The two gangs have joined forces with closely affiliated forces, gathering nearly a thousand people for the fight. The elders from the Strategic Department have been dispatched. The situation is temporarily under control, but it could get out of control at any time. For the safety of you and your guests, we do not recommend traveling to Shinjuku tonight. Chiyoda District is relatively safe, and Crow and Yasha have already arrived there."

"Ying, don't underestimate our ace specialists. They're a bunch of guys who claim to be born to slay dragons. How could they be afraid of a few hundred thugs armed with knives and guns on the street?" Yuan Zhisheng patted Ying's shoulder and smiled. "When you mentioned a brawl involving nearly a thousand people, didn't you notice the look in those guys' eyes?"

Ying looked over and saw that the VIPs were like mad dogs that had broken free from their cages after having their chains removed. Even the expressionless man named Chu Zihang had an obvious excitement on his face. The three of them were rubbing their hands and couldn't wait to get started.

……

The Ferrari FF sped along the windy and rainy road, passing by bright night lights, its engine roaring with a high-pitched roar like a fiery wild beast on the loose.

Ying was driving, the only one sober. Yuan Zhisheng sat in the passenger seat, with Caesar's group crammed into the back. The Ferrari FF was a two-door, four-seater sports car, and squeezing three people into the back seat was a real challenge. As usual, Lu Mingfei, sandwiched in the middle, suffered the most. Caesar and Chu Zihang each gazed out the side windows, admiring the scenery. Lu Mingfei could only stare blankly at the rapidly spinning needles on the front dashboard.

Sakura's driving style was like that of an aggressive racing driver. It seemed that she would never allow any car to block her sight. One speeding car after another was left behind by her. Several sports cars of the same level wanted to overtake after being overtaken, but in the end they could only be left farther and farther away. Soon the Ferrari's taillights could no longer be seen. Sakura seemed to dominate the entire track.

"You have a great assistant!" Caesar exclaimed excitedly.

"Indeed, Sakura's driving skills are second to none in the family." Gen Chisheng seemed to be secretly proud.

"No, he probably meant that the way Ying drives is very similar to his fiancée," Lu Mingfei said. "She's beautiful, drives fast, and drives a red Ferrari. Any girl who reminds him of my senior sister is pretty good."

"A man like you, a close friend, is actually Chu Zihang's junior apprentice?" Caesar patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder firmly, his words full of regret. If Lu Mingfei wasn't Chu Zihang's junior apprentice, he would have even wanted to become sworn brothers with Lu Mingfei, but he didn't want to exclude Chu Zihang's brother.

"Let the elders of the strategy department deal with the gang fights. We are responsible for the request for help from a store in Shinjuku District. They said that the gang that manages that street suddenly ignored the family's standards and collected protection fees. People harass the store every day, scaring all the customers away." Gen Chisheng said as he looked at the darts that Sakura took from Shinjuku District.

"Just something as trivial as collecting protection money?" Caesar shook his head slightly. "Will we never see a big gang fight again? I was looking forward to seeing which was more rampant, the Japanese or the Italian Mafia. When I was a kid, I was riding my horse on the street and accidentally walked into a mafia fight. I was even taken hostage."

"What's the result?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"The Gattuso family was furious when they found out. The army was dispatched, and the Mafia boss's eyes were gouged out and fed to the hawks." Caesar puffed on a cigar. "Both eyes."

"It's a shame we don't have the means to gouge out their eyes," Yuan Zhisheng said. "If this were a nightclub, they'd probably line the streets to welcome us, then respectfully invite us to the most luxurious private room, call out the youngest hostesses, shake our hands and smile apologetically, and promise that mistakes like mistakenly collecting protection money wouldn't happen again. We'd just nod, thank them for supporting the family's management, and tell them we hope such things won't happen again."

"More like vigilantes than gangsters." Chu Zihang commented.

"Those who readily pull out knives and threaten to stab others are gangsters still stuck in their middle school years. Usually, only junior high dropouts would do that. We're the law enforcers of the underworld, and we have to abide by the underworld's 'laws,'" Yuan Zhisheng said. "But if they cross the line and still refuse to repent, we'll pull out our guns and shoot through their shoes, or hold their hands down and place the blade of the knife on their little fingers. That's when they realize the seriousness of the situation and kneel down, crying and saying they admit their mistakes. But that rarely happens. They'll know our identities by the look of our clothes."

Chapter 207 Lu Mingfei was robbed

"What if they remain stubborn and refuse to repent?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Then don't live anymore." Yuan Zhisheng said coldly, "We have tried our best to show our kind side. This is the bottom line. We are evil people, not philanthropists. If anyone dares to disobey our family again and again, there will be no place for him in the whole of Japan!"

At this moment, he seemed like an emperor on a secret visit. His calm tone revealed an iron-like unquestionable firmness. This man finally revealed the toughness and majesty of a young master of the underworld.

"But you have to promise me to avoid the members of the Tenkenkai and the Wildfire Gang. The Wildfire Gang has an 'A' credit rating and is considered a very old yakuza gang, but it has always been guarding its small territory in Kabukicho and is showing signs of decline. The Tenkenkai is a new 'B'-rank guild, very ambitious and driven. To further develop the guild, it has set its sights on Kabukicho, the most prosperous district in Shinjuku. Both gangs are responsible for the entertainment industry, and their business conflicts are."

"The Ten Fists have set their sights on the top performer at a strip club run by the Wildfire Gang and poached her. The Wildfire Gang will definitely not be willing to let her go. They feel that for an 'A'-level gang to compromise with a 'B'-level gang would not only lose face, but would also become a laughing stock in the Shinjuku District. In the future, fewer and fewer people will rely on them, and they may never recover," said Yuan Zhisheng.

"The people of the Ten Fists Society are not honest. In our place, poaching is shameful and you will get your hands chopped off." Caesar blew a puff of smoke out of the car window.

"But that top performer volunteered. The Ten Fists offered a high price, and she took the initiative to negotiate the deal. However, she still has six months left on her agreement with the Wildfire Gang. She wants to terminate the contract, and the Ten Fists will cover triple the compensation for her losses, but the Wildfire Gang refuses to do so." Yuan Zhisheng sighed. "It's actually a small matter, but no one is willing to back down, and it has escalated into a full-scale conflict... However, we are not responsible for that. The elders are mediating, and the National Police Department is keeping a close eye on it. Two of you are wanted, so it's not convenient for you to show up."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth. He really wanted to tell Yuan Zhisheng that he was also wanted, but Caesar and Chu Zihang were wanted by the National Police Department, while he was wanted by the Ghost Clan. However, he was much more sober now and knew very well that he had to keep these things to himself for the time being.

"To put it bluntly, hundreds of male mothers are fighting over a woman. I don't like male mothers. Compared to this, collecting protection fees is more impressive." Caesar blew out a smoke ring. "Young Patriarch has spoken, so we'll obey you. Tonight, we're all your lackeys."

"No, I'm a henchman and you look more like the young master. You're smoking such a manly cigarette." Yuan Zhisheng lit a soft seven-star cigarette and teased with a smile.