Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

The first to protest were people from other regions.

When news of the recovery tax reached their ears, the leader smashed a table.

"Whose taxes are being paid? The taxes of that demon who killed millions? The taxes of that puppet prime minister?"

They decided not to pay. Not only did they not pay, they wanted to get even more people to not pay.

Within days, they spontaneously organized themselves, turning the factory into a stronghold, assigning sentries, and finding any usable rifles. They raised the banner of "We do not recognize the puppet government" and "We will not bow to the traitors of the Japanese."

When the news reached the capital, Master Feng, Bai Fu, and Zhao Yuan discussed that, for the convenience of collecting compensation later, they would not mind taking people to clear out the area.

"Where are you three headed?" Yamaguchi asked respectfully as he stood in the porch of the Metropolitan Government Building, followed by two newly promoted young civil servants.

Master Feng glanced at him: "Go to the industrial zone. There's trouble going on."

Yamaguchi's expression changed slightly. Afraid of becoming useless, he took a step forward and stood in front of the group, bending slightly at the waist and adopting a very humble posture. But what he said made Master Feng pause for a moment.

“Mr. Feng, there’s no need for you and everyone else to make this trip.”

"What do you mean?"

“What I mean is,” Yamaguchi said, a smile spreading across his face, tinged with a morbid earnestness and eager excitement, like a servant eager to prove his usefulness to his master. “This is my duty. I was appointed Prime Minister by Mr. Jiang; how can I let you gentlemen sweep the yard yourself?”

Bai Fu and Master Feng exchanged a glance.

"How do you plan to take responsibility?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"Please wait a moment, you three." Yamaguchi bowed and turned to leave.

On that day, Yamaguchi signed a document in the name of the prime minister, surrounded by his temporarily promoted confidants, and mobilized all available police forces in Tokyo and the surrounding areas.

He personally led a raid.

At 3 a.m., the industrial zone was surrounded.

When the leader was awakened from his sleep, his first thought was that the Canal Gang had attacked. But he quickly realized something was wrong; the people who rushed in spoke the exact same Japanese language as them.

He recognized one of them as a young man named Kimura. Kimura didn't look at him; he simply pointed the gun at his chest, his finger on the trigger.

"Kimura?" the leader's voice trembled. "What the hell are you doing?"

Kimura did not answer. Yamaguchi's order was clear: none of the leaders would be spared, and the rest could be spared if they were willing to pay taxes, or be punished for treason if they were not, since these were all labor and property.

At daybreak, more than a dozen corpses were found in the industrial area, tied to an iron post, their faces covered in dried, brown blood.

Standing at the factory gate, Yamaguchi announced three things to the people who were being escorted out.

First, the reconstruction tax is a national policy that benefits Mr. Jiang and you all. It is a great thing, and not a penny less is acceptable. Even if ten thousand or a hundred thousand people die, even if the entire population of Japan dies, we still have to pay it.

Secondly, from this moment forward, anyone who dares to disrespect Mr. Jiang Zhen and the gentlemen of the Grand Canal Gang will be severely punished for treason.

Third, starting next month, each household will have to pay an additional security fee each month to maintain police operations. Those who cannot afford to pay will bear the consequences.

……

“This kid…” Fifth Master Feng spat his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. “He’s really ruthless to his own people.”

Bai Fu nodded.

Zhao Yuan stood aside: "It's not just about risking his life. He's found his place. He's the Prime Minister of Japan now, a puppet, but he is indeed the Prime Minister. To secure this position, he's not only willing to be a dog, but also a dog that can find its own food."

"Insightful," said Master Feng.

Chapter 105 Justice

The last group of Japanese superhumans who attempted to rebel were trapped in the tunnel.

This group had been hiding for nearly half a month. They were the last remnants of resistance in the East, and their leader was Ishida, a superhuman who could manipulate rocks.

Using Ishida's skills, they dug a 100-meter-long tunnel underground, evading the initial search. Later, when Yamaguchi began collecting taxes, they emerged at night, killed three tax collectors, and carved a line in Japanese on the wall at the tunnel entrance: "The East will not perish."

When Master Feng saw that line of text, he almost burst out laughing.

"This is it? You call it immortal?"

Bai Fu didn't laugh. He squatted down and touched the carvings on the wall, then turned around and ordered, "Turn up the entire area within a mile of the tunnel exit."

Two days later, the tunnel was breached simultaneously from three directions. Ishida led the remaining men out, and the battle lasted less than fifteen minutes. Before he died, Ishida shouted something in Japanese: "Jiang Zhen, you will die a horrible death."

When Bai Fu relayed these words to Jiang Zhen, Jiang Zhen was drinking.

"And that's it?"

"That's all, we slaughtered them all."

Ishida's death marked the complete eradication of all large-scale resistance forces in Japan. The news was deliberately leaked by Yamaguchi; Ishida's body was hung from a telephone pole, with a notice posted beside it: "This man disrespected Mr. Jiang Zhen and has been executed on the spot. Anyone who imitates him will be punished the same way."

On the evening the notice was posted, many areas also made a "voluntary donation" to thank Mr. Jiang Zhen for bringing order to them.

Yamaguchi wrote about this in his report that day and personally delivered it to Jiang Zhen. He knelt in front of Jiang Zhen's desk, holding the report in both hands.

"Mr. Jiang, the first round of tax collection has been completed. The actual amount collected was 12 percent higher than estimated."

"The first installment of compensation will be paid to you immediately."

"It's good that the compensation has arrived." Jiang Zhen waved his hand after saying that.

Yamaguchi, sensing the situation, bowed and then backed away.

A few days later, Jiang Zhen suddenly summoned Master Feng, Bai Fu, and Zhao Yuan.

The three of them rushed over, wondering what had happened along the way.

When they pushed open the door to Jiang Zhen's office, panting heavily, they found their leader sitting at his desk with a piece of scrap paper with a drawing spread out in front of him.

"Boss, what's the urgent matter?"

"Do you guys think it's time to change our guild uniform?"

The three of them were taken aback.

"What are your thoughts, Boss?"

Jiang Zhen immediately showed them the sketch he had commissioned someone to draw.

The new uniform is very simple: a white overcoat without any complicated embroidery or gold trim. It's just a clean and neat white overcoat that you can wear draped over your shoulders. It goes with anything. The collar is raised a bit. The only requirement is that two characters be printed on the back.

"What word?"

"justice."

The three of them thought they had misheard.

"Boss, could you say it again? What word?"

"justice!"

Very well, the three of them confirmed that it was Jiang Zhen's sudden whim again.

"Understood, we'll make the arrangements right away."

The production of the new uniforms began simultaneously throughout Japan. Upon receiving the task, Yamaguchi immediately requisitioned all remaining textile factories, garment factories, and sewing shops nationwide. In less than a month, every member of the canal transport gang received a brand-new white overcoat.

Tens of thousands of canal gangsters donned white robes in unison, the two characters on their backs standing out prominently in the sunlight. Master Feng was the first to finish dressing; he turned around to show Bai Fu his back.

"How about it?"

Bai Fu looked him up and down, then slowly curled his lips into a smile: "Awesome!"

Tens of thousands of men from the canal gangs, all dressed in the same white uniforms, stood in the square, forming a sea of ​​white characters on a black background when viewed from a distance. The two characters were slightly billowed by the wind, resembling small flags.

As Master Feng looked down from his high vantage point, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

They are still the same canal gang, still the same people, but after putting on these white coats, they suddenly become different.

I couldn't help but recall the past, when Jiang Zhen was just a laborer at the docks of Shanghai. He killed a Japanese man, and in order to protect Jiang Zhen, he took him into the canal gang. Then Jiang Zhen grew at an unexpected speed.

The Lu family compound rose to fame, unified the canal gangs, went north to assassinate the ninja leader, wiped out an army of 300,000 at Zijin Mountain, and wielded power throughout the country. And now, they have crossed the sea to dominate the East, making its prime minister kneel on the dock with his head touching the ground. Each of these events seems like yesterday, and my eyes can't help but redden.

Meanwhile, the observation post of the US fleet saw the canal gang marching by in a line through their binoculars. They zoomed in and saw the words on the back of their vehicles, their expressions becoming extremely complicated.

What was written on their backs?

"Justice".

"Justice?" The observation post lowered its binoculars and turned to its companion in disbelief. "Killed millions of people, purged almost all of Japan's high-ranking officials, and wrote 'justice' on their own back?"

……

Just when everyone thought the Canal Gang was going to take root in Japan, and Yamaguchi was prepared to serve this group of people for a long time, Jiang Zhen summoned his brothers.

"Are you all dressed?"

"We've put them on!" came the unanimous reply.

How does it feel?

"Awesome!" a young man shouted, eliciting a burst of laughter.

"Alright." Jiang Zhen nodded. "That's enough showing off, let's go."

The laughter stopped. Fifth Master Feng took a step forward and asked, "Chief, let's go? Where to?"

"Going to sea".

The crowd was silent for a few seconds, then some people began to whisper among themselves. Fifth Master Feng raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then turned to Jiang Zhen: "Chief, do you mean we're not staying in Japan anymore?"

“The damned man is dead, the treaty that needed to be signed has been signed, and Yamaguchi will send money over every year. All that’s left is for him to raise these sheep, and we’ll come and collect the debt regularly.”

Jiang Zhen looked around and said, "If anyone wants to stay here, just say so. Don't be shy. This is a pretty good place now, and those who stay can live a very comfortable life."

No one said a word.

"If you don't want to do any of that, then let's keep going. The world is vast, the ocean is vast, and the East is just the first stop, not the last."

Zhao Yuan was the first to react: "Chief, when you say 'going to sea,' where are you going?"

Jiang Zhen took out a nautical chart from his pocket.

This was a chart that Bai Fu had painstakingly collected, covered with dense markings. Jiang Zhen unfolded the chart and pointed to a small black dot.

Nathan Island.

When the name was mentioned, the people below looked at each other blankly; none of them had ever heard of it.

“Nathan Island?” One of the superhuman brothers suddenly squeezed forward two steps. “Chief Jiang, are you talking about Nathan Island, the place where superhumans gather?”