Chapter 3349: Crime Piled Upon Crime

Ye Chen's words made Mitsui Yoshitaka suddenly realize.

The principle is actually very simple, he just didn't figure it out himself.

Whether these gangsters are still respected in prison does not depend on their status before entering, but on how much influence they can still retain after entering.

Once these two people go in, as long as enough pressure is applied to their successors, it could even get people sent into prison to assassinate the former boss; then wanting to make Nishida Hirohiro and Takaoka Machi suffer a little would be a piece of cake.

Having understood this relationship of interests, Mitsui Yoshitaka felt much relieved in his heart, and immediately said with a smile: "Mr. Ye is right; since that's the case, I'll just leave those two alone for now, and after they go to prison, I'll have their own people slowly deal with them!"

After saying that, he also said to the Police Superintendent: "Watanabe, the Yamaguchi-gumi and Inagawa-kai have caused you so much trouble this time; you must make them taste bitterness!"

The Police Superintendent nodded and said: "Mr. Mitsui, rest assured, since these two families have been so lawless this time, they must be severely punished; I have already deployed an emergency crackdown tonight on all businesses of both families, their bars, casinos, red-light districts, and so on—all their businesses will be temporarily ordered to cease operations and inspected for rectification tonight for various reasons; I want them to pay a heavy price and remember it deeply!"

The Police Superintendent, like Mitsui Yoshitaka, is very angry with these gangster organizations; after all, they dared to cause such a big incident, showing they didn't take these two people seriously at all; without Mitsui Yoshitaka reminding him, Watanabe himself will think of every possible way to severely strike these organizations.

At this moment, Mitsui Yoshitaka also said with a cold face: "Tonight I will convene a meeting of the Mitsui family; at that time we will devise a plan, starting tomorrow, to comprehensively suppress the Yamaguchi-gumi, Inagawa-kai, and also the Sumiyoshi-kai!"

At this time, the Police Superintendent's walkie-talkie transmitted a voice: "Superintendent Watanabe, we have already gathered trucks to come transport the corpses; Mr. Mitsui is eager to go in to identify his relatives; what do you think—should we let him in?"

The Police Superintendent understood that the subordinate referring to "Mr. Mitsui" was Mitsui Yoshikou waiting outside, so he looked at Mitsui Yoshitaka and asked him: "Mr. Mitsui, what do you think?"

Mitsui Yoshitaka did not answer, but turned his head to look at Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, what do you think?"

Mitsui Yoshitaka's own bodyguards have basically all been killed; now, to deal with his own brother, he still has to rely on Ye Chen to back him up; at the very least, he needs to have him controlled on the spot, as he alone is insufficient.

Ye Chen also understood his meaning, and said: "I will have the Iga ninja take those warriors to other rooms to detain them, and then have Hattori Hanzo bring a few confidants to follow you and obey your orders."

Mitsui Yoshitaka gratefully said: "Then thank you very much, Mr. Ye!"

Ye Chen immediately summoned Hattori Hanzo, and had his subordinates first settle those warriors properly, so that Mitsui Yoshikou would not notice anything amiss on his way in.

Just as the Iga ninja were escorting the warriors to the side rooms for detention, the plane that had taken off from Washington had just left U. S. airspace and entered the Pacific.

On the plane, a blond man answered a satellite phone, then hurriedly ran to the independent bedroom at the rear of the plane and knocked on the door outside.

"Chairman, something serious has happened!"

After the chairman had spent one billion dollars in dark funds, he returned to the bedroom to rest in bed, while simultaneously awaiting news of Tawana's death.

Suddenly hearing his subordinate shout outside the door that something serious had happened, he felt a jolt in his heart, hastily got up, flung open the door, and asked him: "What happened?! Did the first wave of assassinations fail?!"

"No..." the blond man shook his head in extreme panic, on the verge of tears: "I just received a call from your father; he said Steve Rothschild of the Rothschild family has just released a message in all the financial circles, concerning Tawana!"

"What?!" the chairman's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily asked: "Exactly what message was released?!"

The blond man said: "Steve Rothschild claims that whoever issued the dark fund of one billion U. S. dollars concerning Tawana must immediately withdraw it and personally call him to explain the situation; otherwise, once he finds out, he will use all means to strike the opponent, to the death..."

The chairman only felt his legs go weak, nearly collapsing to the ground, but the blond man timely supported him, allowing him to barely steady himself.

He fearfully asked: "Tawana is just a pop star; how could she be connected to the heir of the Rothschild family?! I've exhausted my brains for so many years trying to get into the Rothschild family's core circle, yet this Tawana actually enables Steve Rothschild, the second-in-command, to directly speak up for her in the financial circles—this is to openly protect her! How did she manage that?!"

The blond man also looked bewildered: "This... I don't know either... but your father's meaning is, if this dark fund was issued by you, he demands you immediately withdraw it and then immediately explain to Steve Rothschild; otherwise, once discovered, the whole family will be implicated..."

"Damn it!"

The chairman flusteredly said: "The one billion U. S. dollars dark fund, the handling fee alone is one hundred million U. S. dollars; whether it succeeds or not, even if withdrawn midway, that one hundred million U. S. dollars will be wasted; if I withdraw now, that one hundred million U. S. dollars will just be thrown away; moreover... moreover... Steve might not even be able to trace it back to me? Isn't the underground network supposed to strictly protect client confidentiality? They professionally live off this, so they must have professional ethics, right?"

Saying that, he hastily comforted himself: "Besides, we paid in cryptocurrency; these cryptocurrencies are essentially data on the blockchain, anonymous, and the transaction chain is doubly protected by cryptocurrency officials and underground network operators; it shouldn't be exposed, right?"

The blond man hastily reminded: "Chairman, at this time you cannot have any侥幸 mentality! The so-called professional ethics of the underground network apply to ordinary people, but not to the Rothschild family; if the Rothschild family wishes, they can dig out all the operators of this underground network; these operators may seem powerful in the underground network, but if truly caught in broad daylight, the Rothschild family could crush them all with a single finger; by then, how could they possibly keep secrets for us?"

Saying that, the blond man also added: "Moreover, cryptocurrency is not 100% safe; your payment of one billion U. S. dollars in cryptocurrency is a very large sum in cryptocurrency circulation; today's cryptocurrency market, a fund flow of ten billion U. S. dollars in scale is likely only this one of yours; once the Rothschild family finds some method, they could lock onto you through the transaction chain between U. S. dollars and Bitcoin..."

"Even if we retreat ten thousand steps, you could spend one billion U. S. dollars in dark funds to have Tawana killed; the Rothschild family might spend two billion U. S. dollars in dark funds to dig you out; by then, you would truly have offended the Rothschild family to death!"

"Chairman, to make a desperate last stand is to add sin upon sin!"