Tokyo: I'm really not a killer

To protect the firm, the members of the mountain construction team all lived in nearby apartment buildings. Some core members even lived directly in the firm, eating and sleeping in villas, with more than a dozen men gathering together every day.

Yuta Sugiyama's position in the group is not too low, but it is not too high either. He is just the right-hand man in the group. He does not need to work normally, but he must be at the forefront of fights and is easily cannon fodder.

"Hurry up! I have something to do later!" Sugiyama Yuta pushed open the apartment door and urged Hara Masaki to take a shower quickly.

"Hey? Big brother, aren't you coming in...?"

"Go in and smell the urine?" Sugiyama Yuta said impatiently. "It stinks! Hurry up and wash yourself clean. I have clothes in my closet... No expensive clothes allowed, only sportswear."

"yes!"

Yuan Zhensheng went to get clean clothes first, went into the toilet and locked the door, and put his odds and ends on the sink.

A pistol, a silencer, a razor, ultra-thin gloves, compression shoe covers, and a multi-functional folding knife.

Splash...

Hot water slid over his skin, and soap washed away the stench, leaving him feeling refreshed. After washing himself clean, he put on his clothes and hid away a pile of odds and ends.

comfortable.

As Hara Masaki stepped out of the bathroom, he exchanged a glance with Sugiyama Yuta, who frowned and asked, "Have you grown taller?"

"Actually, I've always been this tall, but I've never straightened my back..." Yuan Zhensheng lowered his voice, pretending it was hoarse.

He put his hands in his pockets and gripped the knife handle.

"It's because you lack self-confidence that others look down on you," Sugiyama Yuta said, frowning. "Your personality isn't suited for the underworld. Go home and find a respectable job."

Hara Masaki took a deep breath, trying to project the resolve of a coward, and raised his head to say loudly, "I'm prepared to risk my life! I just don't want to lay a hand on my senior!"

"Oh? Not bad, that's the spirit we should have! Your hair looks much neater now that you've shaved it."

Yuta Sugiyama offered a word of praise, leaned against the doorframe, lit a cigarette, and then changed the subject, saying, "But, you know, anyone can say nice things, but when it comes to risking their lives, not many people can actually do it."

"Please give me a chance!" Yuan Zhensheng said, his hands pressed against his trouser seams, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle. "I just need a chance to show my determination!"

"Is that so?" Sugiyama Yuta pulled a folding knife from his pocket, threw it in front of Hara Masaki, and turned to point at Sugiyama Eisuke downstairs: "Go, cut off his ear."

Yuan Zhensheng picked up the knife and said with a righteous expression, "No matter what, I will not lay a hand on my senior."

"He peed on your head, and you still consider him a senior?" Sugiyama Yuta's expression changed slightly.

"That's his business, I only care about myself." Yuan Zhensheng began casting a spell, chanting to the old-school gangsters: "My father taught me from a young age to be a loyal and righteous person. Now that I've decided to join, I will never turn my knife against my comrades. If you need me to prove my resolve, please give me a chance to serve the organization and to serve you, my brother. Even if the road ahead is fraught with danger, I will never back down!"

Yuta Sugiyama was stunned.

He looked Yuan Zhensheng up and down, scratched his head, and said, "Let's go downstairs first. If you're really brave and willing to fight, the organization won't treat you unfairly."

"Yes! I'll go wherever you go, Big Brother!" Yuan Zhensheng shouted. "Actually, Big Brother has always been my role model. I admire you very much and think you're the only real man in the group, a true tough guy in Tokyo!"

"Don't say things like that! I don't like sycophants!"

"I'm just telling the truth, these are my heartfelt words! My admiration for you is as boundless as the waves of Tokyo Bay, and as unstoppable as the eruption of Mount Fuji..."

"Shut up, that's disgusting."

"Yes! I'll shut up as long as my brother tells me to!" Yuan Zhensheng said loudly.

Yuta Sugiyama gave a slight, downturned smile and casually asked as he came downstairs, "Did you hurt your head? Did something happen to you?"

"Ah, I did get hit on the head, but I'm a tough guy, I can take it." Yuan Zhensheng obediently followed behind.

"Maybe we should go to the hospital to get checked out," Yuta Sugiyama said as they walked.

"If you cry out in pain over such a small injury, are you even a man?" Yuan Zhensheng tried to get in by flattering him.

"Hmm, not bad, very determined." Sugiyama Yuta walked to the front of the office villa, turned around and said, "Alright, stop following me, you can't come in here."

"Brother, I want to follow you..."

"I'll recommend you for a job at the casino later. You can work there for a few days. When there's a fight, remember to be at the front and don't embarrass me."

"Thank you, brother! But I'm not following you for the money..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If it's not for money, is it for my body? Why would you be in the underworld if you're not making money?" Sugiyama Yuta was starting to think this guy had something wrong with his head.

Just as Hara Masaki was about to continue arguing, Sugiyama Yuta's pager suddenly went off. He looked down, his expression turning serious, and told Hara Masaki to get lost immediately, at least twenty meters away from the villa gate.

The big fish is here!

Yuan Zhensheng perked up and obediently walked to the opposite side of the gate.

A stretched Lincoln slowly pulled up, and Yuta Sugiyama and several other yakuza members opened the villa's iron gate, bowed deeply on both sides of the road, and shouted in unison, "Thank you for your hard work!"

The visitor was none other than Kuwata Kenkichi.

He went to the port area today to visit his daughter, catch up with her, cook together, and have two meals. He was very satisfied.

"Wait a minute, don't rush to the garage."

Kenkichi Kuwata greeted the driver, then called his younger brother, asking, "How was today?"

"Nothing's wrong." Ruotou's tone carried a hint of disdain. "They were probably scared."

"Don't be careless. Let Nagashima Ichiro come out and stand in the front yard to lure that guy out," said Kuwata Kenkichi.

He did not reveal the team leader's identity. The driver was Ruotou's car, and Ruotou had also sent a message to his subordinates in advance that he was coming back. Everyone thought that Ruotou was in the car.

Just in case, he had privacy film applied to the car windows, and he also wore heavy makeup. He didn't need to make it look particularly natural; he just needed to apply white makeup all over his face.

"Yes."

If you receive a pager, ask the fake team leader to come downstairs for a walk.

Ichiro Nagashima dared not disobey, so he took a glass of whiskey to bolster his courage and obediently walked to the front yard, saying he wanted to get some fresh air.

The next second, the roar of an engine echoed from the end of the street!

A small truck fitted with steel plates sped towards them. Sugiyama Yuta's expression changed drastically, and he and his team members simultaneously drew their guns, attempting to shoot out the tires.

However, the team members were too inaccurate, and the incident happened suddenly. The shooting time was only about four or five seconds. A volley of fire only shattered the windshield of the car. Before Sugiyama Eisuke, who was watching the scene on the side of the street, could react, the truck had already rushed across the street and crashed into the iron gate in a suicidal manner!

This is the most common type of vehicle attack used by gangsters. The vehicles used are usually stolen cars or unlicensed construction vehicles. The cars may be older than the drivers, close to being scrapped, and have undergone extensive illegal modifications, specifically for one-off attacks.

"Enemy attack!"

Sugiyama Yuta roared and dared not stand still any longer, dodging to the side; at the same time, a figure brushed past him.

His eyes widened, and time seemed to slow down as he watched the cowardly Shiraishi Hideaki leap into the air, his legs together, kicking the car window in the face!

—Bang!

Yuan Zhensheng leaped into the driver's seat and stomped on his colleague's head with his heel.