Chapter 538: Not Much Is One's Own

Shibuya is one of Tokyo's wealthy districts, home to many political dignitaries and celebrities. Compared to the international metropolis style of Minato Ward, this place has more of a Japanese flavor, rather than the uniformity of high-rise buildings.

Compared to twenty years later, when a bunch of small hooligans couldn't even get a job washing dishes and were in their sixties, trembling as they held guns to carry out assassinations, the hooligans of this time were undoubtedly very happy. Eguchi Toshinari had been mixing in the underworld since he was a teenager and had caught up with Japan's rapid development stage. Now that he had reached the position of vice president, he naturally wasn't short of money, and he lived in Shibuya.

In front of a villa with a large courtyard on the street, Tie Tou paid the taxi fare and got off. Looking at the villa guarded by two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes in front of him, he looked further inside and saw two more bodyguards at the door of the house. He didn't know if it was always like this or if it was only like this today. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"We agreed yesterday to come and deliver the information to Eguchi Toshinari." Tie Tou's Japanese was stumbling; he had practiced it specifically for half a day after asking Wang Yan last night.

At the same time, to prove his words, he took out the note with the address left by Eguchi Toshinari yesterday and handed it over.

One of the bodyguards took the note, looked at it, and simply waved at Tie Tou: "Follow me."

The note naturally didn't have any special words, just an address. Eguchi Toshinari had been so panicked at that time, fearing that he would suddenly change his mind and kill him, so he didn't have the brains to think about writing any extra words on the note. Looking at this, it seemed he had already given instructions.

Tie Tou relaxed slightly and followed the bodyguard into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, Tie Tou was stunned. Because Xiu Xiu, whom he had been thinking about day and night and couldn't let go of, was sitting on the sofa in loose home casual wear, watching a little girl running around the room.

"You're here!" Looking at Tie Tou who opened the door and followed, Xiu Xiu stood up to greet him: "Come in and sit."

Tie Tou stood blankly at the door, took off his shoes, looked at the little girl who was curiously staring at him, turned back, and walked to the sofa. He kept some distance from Xiu Xiu and just looked for a while. It took him a long time to open his mouth: "Xiu Xiu, you..."

"I'm called Eguchi Yuko now." Xiu Xiu shook her head: "Sit down, I'll go pour you some tea."

... Tie Tou sighed: "No need. Call Eguchi Toshinari over, and I'll leave after giving him the things."

Eguchi Toshinari had already come and was standing at the door of the study on the side, watching. Seeing him come out, Xiu Xiu ignored Tie Tou's words and turned to go to the kitchen on the other side to pour tea.

Tie Tou stood up, took the information out of his inner coat pocket, and placed it on the coffee table: "This is our identity information. I hope you keep your word." After speaking, without bothering with him anymore, Tie Tou turned around and was about to leave.

One Eguchi Yuko was enough, or rather, as long as he had really seen her and talked to her, he didn't want to say anything useless anymore.

"Wait." Eguchi Toshinari greeted him in stumbling Chinese: "Please sit, let's talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Xiu Xiu poked her head out of the kitchen: "Tie Tou! Have a cup of tea before you go."

Tie Tou paused, let out a long breath, and finally turned his head, walked back to the sofa, and sat down again.

Although Eguchi Toshinari could still speak a few sentences of Chinese, it was indeed average, and the two of them couldn't talk. This point had already been understood last night. The reason why he knew so much information yesterday was because the dead ghost Gao Hong was translating in the middle...

So the two of them just sat there, and neither of them spoke. Eguchi Toshinari held the little girl and flipped through the information sent over, especially staring at Wang Yan, who had a smile on his face and deep eyes. As for Tie Tou, he looked at the little girl with empty eyes.

What he was thinking about was naturally nothing strange, probably just that if Xiu Xiu hadn't come to Japan, perhaps the two of them would have had such a cute child...

After a while, Xiu Xiu came over with a tea tray. Eguchi Toshinari let go of the child, let her play by herself, and then personally poured tea for Tie Tou: "Yuko, help me translate, ask them when they came to Japan?"

Xiu Xiu nodded and looked at Tie Tou: "He asked when you came."

Tie Tou wasn't a fool. As soon as these words came out, he immediately understood Eguchi Toshinari's meaning—wasn't it just wanting to probe their background? It was very clear that Eguchi Toshinari was not reconciled. Of course, it was understandable. After all, putting himself in his shoes, after the scene yesterday, being forced to bow his head, no one could get over it. Not to mention that Eguchi Toshinari was still the vice president of the Triad Society, so he was even more unable to get over it.

As for Xiu Xiu—oh, no, now it had to be Eguchi Yuko—it was very obvious that she didn't take him seriously either and was helping Eguchi Toshinari.

It couldn't be said that he was very disappointed. After all, when the two of them looked at each other from a distance that night, he was already very disappointed, and he couldn't be more disappointed.

"We came ashore from Fukuoka last month." After taking a sip of tea, he said: "I know what he means; he just wants to understand Brother Yan's background. To tell you the truth, I don't know either. We just came on the same boat and didn't know each other before. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell him. You tell him not to waste his efforts. In addition, you tell him that if he wants to live well, he shouldn't challenge Brother Yan. Cooperation for mutual profit is good for everyone. Also, handle the status matter quickly and don't play games with us. That's all, I'm leaving."

Listening to Xiu Xiu's translation, Eguchi Toshinari maintained a smile, but the gloominess that couldn't be hidden in his eyes was still noticed by Tie Tou. Tie Tou didn't care. What could gloominess do? He stood up directly, went to the door, and sat there to put on his shoes.

Eguchi Toshinari looked at Tie Tou's back, looked at the unnatural bulge on Tie Tou's back because he was bending over, a shape he was not unfamiliar with. He let Xiu Xiu translate: "I'll have someone drive you back."

Tie Tou stood up and stomped his feet: "No need."

Taking a look at the silent Xiu Xiu, he turned and left decisively...

"Given up?"

In the house rented by Tai Bao, a group of people were smoking and blowing clouds on the first floor. Wang Yan smiled and took the gun handed over by Tie Tou, asking this.

"They've been married for so many years, and the child can already run all over the floor. How can there be any giving up or not giving up." Tie Tou was silent for a while and said: "I just wanted to see how she was doing..."

Xiao Dai patted him on the shoulder: "Tie Tou, there are fragrant grasses everywhere in the world, why be obsessed with one flower. Brother Yan said that there are Japanese women in the Tainan Gang's wind and customs shop. Let's go over in a while and let that Feng Kun arrange it for us, let's have a real bombing of Tokyo."

Tie Tou laughed: "Must."

Under the gaze of these people, Wang Yan unloaded the pistol and then symbolically tucked it into his waist: "Let's go, let's go eat a simple meal, and then go calculate the Tainan Gang's family assets."

Tai Bao on the side asked carefully: "Brother Yan? Do you want me to go with you?"

During the day, he went to find Old Ghost and the others and had already learned the truth from their mouths. He was already afraid of Wang Yan. Hearing that ten people died yesterday, especially including Gao Hong, the incomparably glorious and arrogant hooligan leader of the Tainan Gang, he was even more afraid.

At the same time, he was also repenting for his previous disrespect to Wang Yan, because Wang Yan really didn't use a gun to scare them for fun; he really dared to kill them. At the same time, he was also extremely lucky. Fortunately, he still had a conscience and took care of his distant relative's nephew, which was useful to Wang Yan. Otherwise, even if he didn't die, he might not have a good result.

Wang Yan said: "If you want to go, then go. It just so happens that the three of you can bomb Tokyo together and play with Japanese women."

It was said to be a simple meal, but in fact, the four of them still ate and drank a lot of meat and wine. The topic during the meal was nothing else, just Xiao Dai and Tai Bao talking dirty, while Tie Tou listened on the side with his heart and mind elsewhere. He needed to vent his emotions like this. He went through all kinds of hardships to come here to find a woman, only to find that the woman had followed a Japanese hooligan leader. In turn, he also wanted to be a hooligan following a good boss, but just after he had spoken, he went to wield a knife and fight with others, and many people died. Today, he saw the woman's happy life again. These three things, each one was a blow.

After dinner, it was already past seven o'clock when they went to the Daji Bar. It was the beginning of another night of nightlife, but the neon sign of the Daji Bar was not lit today, and a sign for renovation and suspension of business was also set up at the door.

What made Wang Yan feel most interesting was that he saw a few guests from yesterday in the distance. They gathered together, looking at the situation here. Seeing his gaze look over, those people jumped and then turned and ran. Sure enough, there were nosy people who didn't want to die everywhere.

And at the door of this bar, a bruised and swollen subordinate brought a subordinate he hadn't seen yesterday to greet people and open the door respectfully. This was the old leading the new, fearing that the newcomer wouldn't recognize Brother Yan, to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

Wang Yan nodded with satisfaction, patted the bruised and swollen subordinate, and then walked in first.

Inside the bar, Feng Kun, who had received the news one step earlier, was already leaning on a crutch, leading people to wait at the entrance. Seeing Wang Yan enter, they greeted him in unison with "Brother Yan" without a word.

Feng Kun laughed: "Brother Yan, look at how it's been cleaned up? Are you satisfied?"

The broken tables and chairs from yesterday, as well as the glass shards, bloodstains, vomit, excrement, and urine all over the floor, had all disappeared. The tables and chairs were all replaced with new ones, the glass wine rack at the bar that had been smashed was also reinstalled, and there was no unpleasant smell in the air at all, just the smell of aromatherapy.

Wang Yan nodded, sat down near the dance floor, got a glass of wine to drink, lit a cigarette, and looked at Feng Kun, who was accompanying him with a smiling face: "How were those twenty corpses handled yesterday?"

"Brother Yan, don't worry, they were handled very cleanly. We have a connection with a private crematorium. In the past, when we handled some people, we would send them there overnight to be burned, and then scatter the ashes into the sea to feed the fish. But this time there were too many people, and they couldn't be burned in time. So several corpses were mixed into concrete and sealed in boxes, and were pulled out to sea by fishing boats that went out early in the morning to be sunk. Safety is guaranteed."

"You, how did you handle the matter I entrusted to you yesterday? Where are the people?"

Wang Yan stretched out his finger and pointed to the people standing in the front row on the dance floor. These people were the ones who remained yesterday and didn't make a move. And at this moment, there were a full hundred or so people standing in the bar; they were all subordinates of the Tainan Gang. The city head changed the king's flag, and it was Feng Kun who organized them to come and pay respects to the new boss.

"It's all handled, Brother Yan." A thin person wearing glasses shouted to the subordinates doing things behind: "Come, bring those two people over."

Soon, four people dragged two people like dead dogs. They were covered in bruises and wounds, their lower legs were obviously twisted, connected only by a layer of skin and flesh, and a ball of rotten cloth was stuffed in their mouths so they wouldn't wail because of the pain, only able to make "woo woo woo" sounds. It seemed that these people not only followed Wang Yan's instructions but also exceeded the task.

Wang Yan looked smilingly at the two people who were grabbed by their hair and raised their heads: "Do you still recognize me?"

The two people, who were half-dead, focused their eyes, looked at the smiling man in front of them, and suddenly their eyes released a gleam of disbelief, and then their eyes changed their minds, leaving only "woo woo woo" pleas.

Feng Kun on the side explained: "Brother Yan, actually this matter was a misunderstanding. I've already asked clearly. It was because these two recently gambled and lost money, and were obsessed with wanting to play tricks on the protection fees, so they made their own decisions to raise the price, which led to the accidental injury of the sister-in-law's bar."

Although his tone of voice was still normal, it was still difficult to hide the grievance in it. Just because of two gamblers who made their own decisions to increase protection fees, they ended up provoking such a ruthless person...

Wang Yan naturally felt nothing. After all, even if these two hadn't caused trouble, he would have wiped out the Tainan Gang after a while anyway. There was no contradiction; it was purely to seize the Tainan Gang's wealth, get through the difficult primitive accumulation, and expand the living space.

These two were small characters. He waved his hand: "This place that was just cleaned up is covered in blood again. You two keep your mouths shut from now on. If you talk nonsense outside, it won't be this simple. Alright, find a place to throw them out. From now on, these two will be removed from our name and left to fend for themselves."

The four subordinates who were carrying the people sensibly carried them away. Wang Yan drank the wine in his glass, stood up, jumped onto the table, looked around at the hundred or so people standing densely together, and said: "Brothers, I think everyone already knows what happened. From now on, everyone will follow me, Wang Yan. Our organization..."

In the next twenty minutes, Wang Da-Huzhou went online, explaining to this bunch of subordinates what the Tongzhou Society was, conveying the spirit of working together, and talking about how to do things in the future and what benefits it would have for them, depicting a beautiful blueprint for the future. In a word, following him, Wang Mouren, meant having a future and even more money.

The only difficulty was that there were more than ten Japanese members here, and not everyone understood Japanese, so it was a bit strenuous for him to speak.

But in any case, the results were good. A group of people turned from the mentality of muddling along to having some consciousness. This was very important. After all, a bunch of hooligans and thugs sounded very majestic, but in reality, they were still working for others. And even if they were working, not everyone made a lot of money; they even had to pay a fixed membership fee. Being a hooligan and a thug actually required paying out of one's own pocket.

Wang Yan had always been kind and generous to his subordinates. This point, even now in Japan, facing Japanese subordinates, would not change. The national hatred and family enmity for historical reasons were one aspect, the internal right and left wings of Japan were one aspect, and the attitude toward Chinese people on the part of individual Japanese was also one aspect. Combining these three, one could not simply treat all Japanese people according to personal likes and dislikes; one still had to distinguish.

And the Japanese who could be subordinates to Gao Hong before, regardless of what they thought in their hearts, actually showed an acceptable attitude toward Chinese people. If it were a player like Nakajima Hiroshi who kept saying "Shina pig" and looked down on Chinese people, he wouldn't be a subordinate to Chinese people at all.

In fact, most of the hooligan circles in Japan, those groups and associations, belonged to right-wing groups, that is, they held a radical attitude toward China. And tracing back to history, many of their fathers were the ones who invaded China back then.

Of course, it was just talk. After all, in this era of peaceful development, everything was business, and one couldn't see anything unusual in normal times. Especially with development, by the new millennium, hooligan groups began to wash themselves clean and no longer had more contact with ordinary people, so it was even less visible. And those organizations wouldn't be able to fight in the short term, so that was that. After all, he couldn't kill all the Japanese. However, for a player like Nakajima Hiroshi who was right under his nose, Wang Yan could say very definitely that he wouldn't live long...

After dismissing a group of people full of energy and letting them do their own things, Wang Yan began to calculate Gao Hong's family assets with Feng Kun and the original finance person.

In the original plot, A-Jie said that Gao Hong was the fiercest in Shinjuku. This meant that his strength was stronger than other groups, or that his subordinates had higher combat effectiveness; anyway, he had a force that made people wary. With such strength, he naturally had some foundation; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to support so many people eating, drinking, and having fun.

There were a total of two video game halls, one wind and customs shop in Kabukicho, four bars scattered in the prosperous places of Shinjuku, one lending company, and five large and small restaurants.

It was actually quite good to have so many industries. But in reality, not much belonged to Gao Hong. Only two bars and five restaurants belonged to him. The remaining industries all belonged to Eguchi Toshinari. Gao Hong looked glorious, but in reality, he was working for Eguchi Toshinari. Otherwise, how could he cooperate with the Watanabe Group later to kill Eguchi Toshinari? It was because the Watanabe Group promised a larger territory, and it was also because if he succeeded, these industries would all be his.

Of course, it was also fine to say that. After all, those industries were actually opened with Eguchi Toshinari's money, just handed over to Gao Hong to operate. So watching Gao Hong work himself to death while Eguchi Toshinari sat in the back waiting for a split was also fine. First of all, he didn't bully Gao Hong; on the contrary, Gao Hong had to thank him.

But in the end, Gao Hong, this glorious hooligan leader, was still a poor ghost... ===== CHAPTER 539 =====