86 Chapter 86

◎Where is undercover still undercover?◎

Chapter 86 [Where is undercover still undercover? 】

"They're from a newly formed gang nearby. Some of them are Tagore and his men, the same group Mr. Zian has been in contact with recently."

The investigation results came out very quickly, and unexpectedly, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought to himself that it was no wonder that Tagore and his group were not hanging around today. It seemed that they were busy with this matter.

He stood up and pushed away my wife Sayuri, who was leaning against him intentionally or unintentionally. "I'll go over for a bit. I can meet their boss."

My wife Sayuri opened her mouth to say that she wanted to go with him, but when she remembered that Ms. Sawada had met her before, she swallowed the words back.

If they have a natural position, the other boss might not be so easy to let down his guard. On the contrary, people like Zhu Fu Jingguang, who have no connections or backing, are likely to establish connections with these gang members in a very short time.

Just like he connected with Tagore on the first day of his street performance.

She gnashed her teeth in hatred and finally expressed her dissatisfaction with just a "humph".

The bigger picture is important, even if they are only implementing small steps in that bigger picture.

"There's no need to get entangled with them any further. We just need to hold on for a while."

Just hold on until the moment of destiny arrives.

She watched Zhu Fu Jingguang embark on his journey, and she retreated behind the scenes again.

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"Brother Tagore?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang walked calmly past the ward, then turned back as if he had spotted someone he knew, and shouted in feigned surprise.

"Huh? It's you, Kovas. Why are you here?"

Tagore was roughly a middle-level figure among this group of people, standing in a position neither too far nor too close to the person in charge.

A group of grown men surrounded the woman on the hospital bed and the child beside her, showing no shame at all in bullying the weak.

In the United States, Morifushi Kagemitsu still used the pseudonym "Koyasu Ryo." Japanese names are difficult for Americans to pronounce, so they often use "Kovas," which is similar to the pronunciation of the surname, to refer to Morifushi Kagemitsu.

"I took a temporary job and came to the hospital to help take care of patients. I was stood up and was about to leave." He shook his phone, and it showed a well-known local job agency platform.

"Huh? Aren't you a street performer? Why are you doing part-time work again?"

"That's right, dreams can't be eaten..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled twice, revealing a bit of embarrassment of poverty.

His dream could have supported his life, but it was Tagore and others who made him unable to live that happened to be the ones in the ward.

"Tsk," Tagore seemed to know what the consequences of his group's actions would be. He turned to the person in charge in the room and said, "Boss, I'm talking about him."

Obviously, in the short time that Zhu Fujingguang had been here, Tagore had already "figured out" his situation and even reported it to his superiors.

Zhu Fujingguang didn't know how Tagore introduced himself, so he forced a smile. That smile, combined with his deliberately disguised gloomy image, became a ferocious sneer.

Judging only from his appearance, perhaps without the influence of Tagore, his street performance business would not have lasted long.

The person in charge looked Zhu Fu Jingguang up and down, as if evaluating merchandise about to go to auction. His gaze didn't show any appreciation for a person, only the scrutiny of evaluating the value of a commodity.

Zhu Fujingguang could feel the other person's gaze as if it were real, lingering on his face, body and exposed skin, and finally landing subtly on his key parts, lingering for a moment before moving away.

This gaze didn't seem to contain any lustful or obscene intent, or rather, the person in charge didn't have any evil intentions towards him. It was just that the place he wanted him to go to might be operating some kind of illegal activity.

He was clearly wearing loose-fitting clothes that made it easy to move around in, and it was impossible to see his true condition through the fabric with the naked eye. However, Zhu Fushi Jingguang, who was being scrutinized, still had the illusion that he was being seen naked...

"Since you want to make a living doing odd jobs, then come and work with us. We may not become rich, but if I have a bite of meat to eat, you brothers will definitely have soup to drink. You won't be short of food or drink."

Zhu Fujingguang lowered his head, the gleam in his eyes gone, like a defeated dog submitting to the alpha wolf. He listened to his leader's instructions and obediently called out, "Yes, Boss."

"Well, we have a new member joining us today, so we have to celebrate. Let's give these two sickly ones one more day. Tagore..."

The person in charge signaled Tagore with his eyes, and then he stopped looking at Ms. Sawada and Hiroki Sawada. He waved his hand and marched out with the huge army.

Tagore responded, lowered his head and waited for the people to leave, leaving only his men behind.

In the corridor, Keimitsu Morofushi vaguely heard Tagore's voice arranging people to look after Ms. Sawada and Hiroki Sawada.

He became a member of this organization without any hesitation. He didn't even know the name of the organization, its guidelines, or the name of its leader, but after just a few words, the other party eagerly pulled him into the group.

Regardless of what the policy of lenient admission and strict exit is, his goal of protecting Sawada and his son has not yet been achieved.

If he came back tomorrow, he would definitely run into them again. If he was discovered by this gang again, he would have no new excuse to offer.

If other people are asked to take over, it is obvious that civilized people will suffer more when facing a group of thugs.

I can only wait for the right moment to pass on the information and wait for Agatsuma Sayuri and the others to make their own judgment.

As for himself, he had to test the waters while this group of people were still expressing goodwill towards the "newcomer".

After all, he had been struggling in this big melting pot of an organization for three years. Even though he played a "shadow character" who was taciturn and gloomy enough to snipe people at the slightest disagreement, he had learned a little about the ways of the world in illegal organizations.

Zhu Fu Jingguang suppressed his urge to look at the mother and son in the ward, and calmly flattered the leader, "Boss, I've already joined, and we don't even know what our gang is called?"

The younger brother next to him interrupted first: "What gang? We are a 'brotherhood', not an organization that calls for war and killing."

"Yes, yes, we are a student organization."

Zhu Fujingguang had heard of the Brotherhood, but in Japan, this name was much more famous in the game than in reality. Many people's first reaction when hearing it was: an assassin organization.

"How come you don't even know about our fraternity? You didn't go to school locally? Which state did you move from?"

Between answering honestly and lying about an American school, Morofushi Kagemitsu chose to lie and say it was a Japanese school.

"Huh? What kind of school is that? I've never heard of it. So you just graduated and came to the US to study?"

Zhu Fujingguang grew a beard not because he looked too young and was afraid that people would say he was "unreliable" but ever since he grew a beard and joined the organization, there were many more people who thought he was mature, social and not to be messed with than those who discussed his academic qualifications.

So, he has been out of the police academy for three years, so how come some people still think he just graduated from high school?

"...I'm already working." He was silent for a while and finally uttered these words.

The obviously more talkative fraternity member waved his hand. "Street performing is not a job. I've even seen elementary school students performing on the streets."

This is really hard to explain. Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed and took out his passport from his pocket - it was a fake one of course - showing the page with his date of birth and showed it to his companions.

The man who had been talking to him counted on his fingers for a long time, then asked in shock, "You're already 23 years old?"

"...No," Zhu Fujingguang pointed to the year column and emphasized, "I'm 25!"

The age column on the passport is the same as Morobushi Kagemitsu's real age. He mentioned his age to my wife Sauri when he was using the pseudonym Koan Ryo in Japan, so he did not change it when making the fake passport.

"Gosh, you only look 18. If you didn't have this stubble, I'd believe you were 16."

I've heard that Americans can't tell an Asian's age, and I often have people in their twenties have their passports checked when entering or leaving a hotel or buying cigarettes or alcohol. But my own experience was quite different.

Zhu Fujingguang couldn't help but think, if it was not him who came, but Jiang Gu Ling...

The villain inside laughed out loud.

He quickly put aside thoughts that were not related to the mission and continued to chat with them in a non-committal manner.

The members of this fraternity were also discussing with each other.

Zhu Fujingguang was not an American student. Although the fraternity's scale was not limited to the United States, it also had branches in other countries such as Canada. In fact, the number of people who could join the fraternity was very small. The group in front of Zhu Fujingguang, including the leader himself, were not true members of the fraternity.

It's not just the high dues involved in joining a fraternity; the organization itself has both negative and positive influences.

It is more of a white organization, so it is relatively exclusive to other ethnic groups, and there have been cases of people being bullied to death before they actually go through the ceremony to become "brothers".

It is also an organization that can develop personal connections. Multiple screening factors, such as high membership fees, racial base and elite students, mean that those who can become formal members are born into the middle or even top class of society.

The exchange of interests is based on trust, and members really support each other like brothers. They have a foundation of trust that goes beyond that of ordinary classmates.

Trust makes the alliance indestructible. Even after they graduate and enter the society, the fraternity’s network of contacts is still the most solid backing for the members.

This can be seen from the fact that several presidents in American history were members of fraternities.

The original brotherhood was a kind of interest-based organization, but as the tentacles of interests extended to every corner, the nature of the organization also changed.

This is also the reason why the fraternity has gradually become the stereotype of a "gang" in people's minds.

Since the people around Zhu Fujingguang are not members of the brotherhood, why would they take the risk of pretending to be members of the brotherhood?

The reason is simple: money.

Fraternity dues are expensive for members and even more expensive for those who cannot join. This allows for exploitative practices by, for example, tricking others into joining a fraternity and then demanding exorbitant dues.

Those who could not pay their dues were forced to work illegally until they paid their dues.

Want to regret?

The only people who betrayed the Brotherhood were dead.

Have you paid your outstanding balance?

That’s just this year’s membership fee; there’s also next year’s, and the next year’s, and so on and so forth until the account is closed.

Now, they saw a healthy fat sheep walking up to them.

What other reasons are there to refuse?