Chapter 3340: Tokyo Great Melee Plus

When someone shouted the words "brain matter," these everyday brawlers and tattooed gang members, who usually fought fiercely and stuck out their tongues, all vomited.

Some of them had even committed murder before, but backed by the Yamaguchi-gumi, they had never faced any real danger in their daily lives, and now, trapped in this situation where they could neither advance nor retreat, their faces smeared with brain matter, calling heaven and earth to no avail, and even unable to see their own hands in front of their faces, to them it was nothing short of purgatory.

Someone yelled: "Shoot quickly! Shoot quickly! No matter who's ahead, shoot and kill them!"

Although Japan has strict gun control, for the Yamaguchi-gumi, while they can't issue a gun to every member, they always have some stockpiles of heavy weapons.

However, in Japan, once a gun is fired, the situation becomes extremely serious, so gangsters will avoid using guns whenever they can kill with knives.

But now there's no time to worry about that—if they don't shoot soon, they might die without knowing why.

So, the armed members immediately drew their guns.

But once the guns were drawn, figuring out where to aim became a problem.

Everything ahead was pitch black, and they couldn't see where the enemy was.

Moreover, several rows had already collapsed in front, with bodies piled on top of each other, so much so that trampling seemed inevitable; firing level would surely hit their own comrades' corpses, and raising the barrel would only hit the ceiling.

Unless they could climb onto the pile of bodies, find the highest point, and then shoot downward from there.

So, someone grabbed a gun, closed their eyes, and crawled forward blindly, climbing the mountain of corpses, trying to fire a few blind shots to turn the tide.

But as he had just crawled onto his comrade's corpse, Ye Chen struck again, blowing this person's head apart.

With a puff, the person behind felt a sudden gust of wind, which kicked up a foul, sticky, warm liquid that splattered over the heads and faces of those behind.

The crowd's legs went weak from fright.

This time, having learned from experience, no one would think it was someone blowing their nose.

They all knew this was again a mixture of their comrades' brain matter and blood plasma.

Someone cried out with a sob: "Nakamura... Nakamura was also blown in the head!"

Extreme despair instantly spread through the crowd.

At this moment, some of the gang members had already begun to lose heart.

It started with a few at the back turning and sneaking away, but then more and more followed; seeing the rear flee, those blocked in front panicked instantly, feeling abandoned and doomed.

So, the crowd turned around and charged outward in a frenzy.

At that moment, several hundred people rushed in from outside, someone still shouting: "Brothers, hold on! Damn it, the Yamaguchi-gumi bastards got here before us—we absolutely cannot let them take the An Hua! If we can't win, kill them all! As long as they and Tawana are dead, the An Hua is ours!"

The crowd immediately echoed: "Kill them all!"

The Yamaguchi-gumi was trying to escape, but their escape route was blocked again. Fortunately, the outside lights hadn't been destroyed, and someone recognized the light as belonging to the Inokawa-kai, so they shouted loudly: "Inokawa-kai brothers, retreat quickly! There's an ambush inside!"

"Ambush my ass!" that man cursed: "You bunch of dog sons—have you already succeeded and are just preparing to go back and report victory, letting your boss go claim the An Hua? Damn it, the Yamaguchi-gumi will never get that one billion dollars!"

Having said that, he shouted to his brothers behind: "Brothers, kill all these Yamaguchi-gumi scum! As long as we hold this place and don't let them escape, then wipe them all out, that one billion dollar An Hua is ours! Tomorrow, our Inokawa-kai will be Japan's number one gang! You brothers are all heroes of this battle!"

Upon hearing this, the Inokawa-kai underlings became wildly excited, some even tearing off their shirts and slapping their chests, preparing to fight the Yamaguchi-gumi to the death.

The Yamaguchi-gumi members were on the verge of collapse.

They had come here to escape—who still cared about An Hua or not?

Right now, they just wanted to quickly pull out the backstage of the dome to avoid any mishap.

If possible, they'd even be willing to kneel on one knee on both sides, making way for the Inokawa-kai, while also ensuring their own escape.

So, a Yamaguchi-gumi member shouted: "Inokawa-kai brothers, if you want the An Hua, we'll immediately clear a path for you—we have no other demands, only asking to leave this place alive; the one billion dollars is yours to take!"

He thought he was being utterly sincere, but the problem was, the Inokawa-kai people simply didn't believe him.

The earlier Inokawa-kai member who had shouted the loudest now sneered: "You damn fool! Do you really think we're idiots?! You brought so many people—you've definitely already succeeded! Trying to trick us? Not that easy! Brothers, kill them!"

These Inokawa-kai people had no idea what was going on inside.

They thought the Yamaguchi-gumi had arrived earlier and brought so many people—let alone one Tawana, even ten Tawanas would have been slaughtered by now.

Under these circumstances, how could they let them leave?

So, a bunch of them, pumped up like they'd been injected with chicken blood, charged at the Yamaguchi-gumi and swung their knives.

The Yamaguchi-gumi were originally just a defeated force, but now, with wolves ahead and an unknown terrifying beast behind, they didn't need anyone to rally them—they all realized the path forward was survival, while retreat meant death. Fighting desperately against these Inokawa-kai scum, their chances of survival were absolutely far greater than being blown in the head by some unknown ruthless person from behind!

So, these Yamaguchi-gumi stragglers instantly burst with fierce will to live, gripping their knives and charging forward.

Even those with guns didn't wait—behind them was pitch black, and they didn't know where to aim, but ahead was different: the Inokawa-kai bastards were fully exposed in the light, practically sitting ducks!

So, gunfire erupted instantly.

The gunfire rang out chaotically for a while, and the Inokawa-kai charging in front were immediately mowed down.

The Inokawa-kai hadn't expected the Yamaguchi-gumi to open fire right away; annoyed, they immediately used corpses as cover to draw their guns and return fire.

For a time, the entire passage echoed with loud gunfire!

Fortunately, this dome was indeed huge—the entire backstage was a completely independent area, and with tens of thousands of people exiting outside, it was already noisy. The venue's sound system was still playing Tawana's hit singles as background music for the departing audience, so these still-enthusiastic fans, as they stretched their legs, had no idea the backstage was already filled with gunfire and rivers of blood.

At this moment, Mitsui Yoshitaka hadn't imagined that outside, fighting had already broken out. He was straining to count how many gunshots had sounded, while in his mind calculating roughly how many people had died so far tonight.

But the numbers in this calculation changed too fast—it was really hard to compute, and he now felt his brain couldn't keep up. Finally, he concluded: if this continues, casualties will reach three figures.

He was so worried he felt like dying, and couldn't help but say softly to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye... if this keeps going, I'm afraid I really can't handle it..."

Ye Chen said: "Then I can't help either—why don't you go tell them to stop fighting?"

"I..." Mitsui Yoshitaka let out a long sigh: "Ah! Honestly, this scene might even be worse than the Tokyo Great Melee caused by the Ito, Takahashi, and Matsumoto three major families last time—it's practically Tokyo Great Melee Plus..."

Ye Chen said calmly: "Don't worry—even if it became Tokyo Great Melee Ultra, there's no need to worry. The more these people die, the better for us. Here there's only this one passage, blocked by hundreds of corpses—even professional killers could only stare helplessly. Moreover, the bigger the chaos, the more the Metropolitan Police will fear it, and they will inevitably deploy unprecedented forces and use the harshest means to resolve this big trouble. Once the Metropolitan Police bring the situation under control, they will surely summon the bosses of the Yamaguchi-gumi and Inokawa-kai—and then they'll be in trouble."

"Yes, Mr. Oda!" Mitsui Kokimi also reminded from the side: "Those who died, aside from your uncle's hitmen, are all Yamaguchi-gumi and Inokawa-kai people. Their causing such a huge commotion means the Metropolitan Police will definitely fight them to the end. In effect, they've already caused a major disaster. If you add more pressure on the Metropolitan Police, the Yamaguchi-gumi and Inokawa-kai might not recover for three to five years."

Upon hearing this, Mitsui Yoshitaka's face lit up with joy: "Exactly! The dead are all their men—why should I wipe their asses? When the time comes, let them wipe their own asses!"