readx; Nakamura Haruo always felt that with his leadership talents, he shouldn't just be confined to an ordinary residential street, living off protection money; he deserved a wider sky. One in two romance novel readers has a registered account on °° website. A proud eagle will not remain in its nest; it will surely spread its strong wings and soar to the highest point!
Since he took over the Nakamura Group from his father and became the second-generation leader, he had been lying low for twenty years, relying on his more than one hundred henchmen to collect protection money in the residential streets to bully others. He was so afraid that he couldn't sleep even when he heard the sound of police sirens. He had had enough of this kind of life!
So he sent someone to find the Yamashita Group on another street nearby, wanting to partner with them on a "big" operation! They pooled their money and bought dozens of foreign women from human traffickers at the docks. These traffickers all had legitimate international company backgrounds. They used this facade to lure foreign women to Japan under the guise of work, then forced them into the sex industry, pushing those who resisted into the sea.
After acquiring these women, they originally planned to open a nightclub together to optimize and upgrade their business structure, moving away from their past reliance on protection money as their sole source of profit. This seemed like a promising venture. However, they disagreed on the nightclub's location; they both wanted to open the lucrative business on their own streets. After several failed attempts to reach an agreement, the two bosses finally slammed their fists on the table and declared they would stop talking and fight it out. Whoever won would get to decide!
This is also the consistent style of Japanese violent gangs. In the Edo period, they were poor, lower-class people who begged for food in the port and from women. At that time, they were called "Kabuki-za". They had long hair, tattoos, and strange behavior. They intimidated villagers and even killed innocent people indiscriminately. With such a lineage, it is not surprising that they have high moral character.
Although the upper echelons of these organizations are impeccably dressed in suits, have studied in the US and Europe, and their business cards proclaim them "President" or "Chairman," making them appear like high-level business professionals, the quality of the upper echelons doesn't reflect the standards of the lower echelons. A low-ranking leader like Nakayama Shigeo is no different in character from an ordinary underling.
It couldn't be easier for them to pull out a knife and start a fight at the drop of a hat, right? This is their "job" passed down through generations!
They chose Kabukicho as their battleground because it was a place with many like-minded people. They wanted to showcase their martial prowess to their peers, and it would be even better if they could gain the favor and appreciation of some powerful figure. Moreover, they dared not openly engage in a brawl in a residential area, lest they be caught by the police and cause trouble. Here, they would have no such concerns.
It's already night, and they hold power in the darkness.
Nakamura Haruo flipped through his family tree and learned that one of his ancestors had served as a magistrate samurai for the Tokugawa shogun. Although it was hundreds of years ago, it still made him very proud. He felt that his family was of noble lineage and completely different from these rough people. He was very proud to have such an ancestor.
It's like a child who hasn't grown up yet trying to speak like an adult, thinking he's a respectable man.
He's just a little kid.
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Nakamura Haruo looked at Yamashita No, the second-generation leader of the Yamashita Group, and said loudly, "Both of us brought 40 people, it's fair! The outcome of this battle will determine the ownership of the nightclub, you have no objections, right?"
"No!" Yamashita answered decisively.
The night sky was still pouring rain, and the neon lights on the doors of nightclubs and clubs glowed dimly, a damp light. The Kabukicho crowds were generally uninterested in this small-scale brawl involving only a few dozen people, but as the saying goes, "beating children in the rain," and since they had nothing better to do, quite a few people stood under the eaves to watch.
The large number of onlookers undoubtedly gave both sides a great deal of motivation, making them eager to put on a show... to show their most "manly" side. They took off their outer garments and shirts, letting the rain flow down the lines of their muscles and tattoos, making the ferocious ukiyo-e tattoos on their chests and arms come to life, as if they were about to jump out and devour people!
What a menacing, imposing, and menacing mob...
"Aren't they... cold?" someone in the crowd suddenly asked their companion in a low voice. Although the temperature was no longer the lowest point of the year and the Japanese were resistant to the cold, the problem was that it was the coldest time of day at night, and it was raining. Was it really okay to take off their shirts so stylishly?
"What's the big deal?" The young man, clearly a fellow traveler, scoffed at his companion's question. "What's a little cold to a real man? At this critical moment, our blood is already boiling! What's there to be afraid of? Really!"
"Oh, oh." The crowd, having received the answer, turned around and looked at the people about to engage in the duel, saying with envy and admiration, "They are truly strong!"
He should have asked the "stronger" person if they agreed with his assessment...
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"What a desolate and cold night." Wei Yue wrapped her trench coat tighter around herself. "How are you feeling, Duanmu-jun? If you feel stiff or uncomfortable, you should move around a bit. It wouldn't be good if you got a cramp. If you accidentally slip up, I'll laugh at you for three years!"
"Didn't ancient warriors always have a pot of wine before battle? Half a pot of wine to boost morale and prestige, and half a pot of wine to be poured on the sword as a sacrificial offering. But now there's nothing." Duanmu Ci sighed, "I really want to have a drink."
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