Chapter 698

Osaka, East District.

Low, dark clouds pressed down on the top of the office buildings, and a gale carrying moisture rushed toward them, making the already tense streets feel even more oppressive.

The skirmish between the Ichiwa-kai and the Yamaguchi-gumi had been going on for a day, but under constant reinforcements, the intensity of the fighting between the two sides was maintained in a delicate balance.

"They haven't given up yet!" Ichiwa-kai Vice Chairman Shigemasa Kamoda spoke to Chairman Hiroshi Yamamoto via the car phone in his bulletproof vehicle, "There are still constant reinforcements coming, but because I am overseeing the battle, our side has a slight advantage."

"Yes, the Vice Chairman of the Shoryu-kai, Issei Goto, has been confirmed dead, and the body is currently in the hospital morgue."

"The Yamaguchi-gumi's Kiichiro Tokuhiro is still in critical condition, so the Yamaguchi-gumi will continue to send people..."

After Ichiwa-kai's Hiroshi Yamamoto hung up the phone, he fell into deep thought with a solemn expression.

His Ichiwa-kai hadn't been established for long, and the truly loyal subordinates were few to begin with, and even fewer in Osaka. They had all been sent over, and now there was no one left to send as reinforcements.

"They are still reinforcing over there... We need to destroy their morale all at once!"

Hiroshi Yamamoto said to his confidant, Katsumi Matsumoto: "Matsumoto, gather everyone we have left and send them all out together!"

"Chairman, there are probably only the men from the Matsumoto office left..." Katsumi Matsumoto said with some worry, then looked at the room next door, "Even counting the assassination squad that is about to undergo special training, there are only fifty people..."

"Fifty fresh troops are enough..." Hiroshi Yamamoto was full of confidence. They already had the advantage over there, with Vice Chairman Shigemasa Kamoda overseeing the battle.

"Yes, I understand!" Katsumi Matsumoto was about to issue the order.

"Wait!" Hiroshi Yamamoto stopped him, "Matsumoto, this time we must use absolute superiority to crush the Yamaguchi-gumi people!"

"What does the Chairman mean?" Katsumi Matsumoto was puzzled.

"Have the assassination squad take the guns from the office too!" Hiroshi Yamamoto revealed a sinister expression. This group of assassination squad members had been carefully selected, and they actually had experience with firing guns.

"Eh?!"

Katsumi Matsumoto was shocked. The yakuza in Japan had rules too!

One of them: No firearms in street skirmishes!

This was an unspoken rule among yakuza, police, and even politicians, and it was also the bottom line.

Otherwise, if two gangs were on the street with AKs going "rat-tat-tat," are you yakuza or rebels/terrorists?!

"Chairman, if we do that, how will we answer to the people above?!"

The Ichiwa-kai had such great momentum, naturally, they had supporters above.

"It doesn't matter! I will explain it to them!"

Hiroshi Yamamoto appeared very tough at this moment. Unlike Masahisa Takenaka, he did not come from a militant background, so he understood the upper echelons better. They were a group of guys who only looked at results. Once the Yamaguchi-gumi was taken down and the spoils were handed up, everything would be fine.

He looked at the weather outside, his tone somewhat ethereal:

"It's about to rain heavily, and the sound of gunfire won't travel very far in a heavy downpour..."

"... Yes!"

Katsumi Matsumoto hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. They had no other choice now with the Yamaguchi-gumi.

On the other side, Masahisa Takenaka and Katsumasa Nakayama, led by the bodyguard Nan Li, had already arrived at the Yamaguchi-gumi's Osaka headquarters and gathered the direct-line subordinates.

A dense crowd sat in the hall, nearly a hundred people, which could be considered the entire strength of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Osaka.

"Listen up (subordinates), those bastards from the Ichiwa-kai actually ambushed Kiichiro Tokuhiro! That is our brother! Our family!"

Masahisa Takenaka was giving a pep talk beforehand. People from the militant faction were always good at boosting morale.

"And he was someone lying in a hospital bed!!!"

"Kiichiro Tokuhiro is currently in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment, and those Ichiwa-kai guys still want to take his life!"

"Can we agree to this?! Can we allow this?! No! Absolutely not!"

"I have already sent over two hundred brothers to support, and now I will send another hundred!"

"And I! Masahisa Takenaka, the fourth-generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi! Will also set off with everyone to reinforce!"

"Today, we will fight to the death with the Ichiwa-kai!"

Masahisa Takenaka waved his arm, and his short, stocky body seemed to become taller for a moment.

"Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!"

Firm and powerful slogans came from the subordinates below. The group of guys in black suits were all surging with emotion. To think the fourth-generation leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi was going to charge in with them!

For the low-level subordinates, this was like an ancient general leading a charge, which could greatly boost morale.

Before long, the vans that had been called over were loaded with people and began driving toward the hospital grounds!

The raindrops finally fell! Followed by a torrential downpour~

The bean-sized raindrops hit the street, making a "patter-patter" sound, diluting the atmosphere of the slaughter and washing away the bloodstains that could occasionally be seen on the ground.

However, on the Ichiwa-kai side, Shigemasa Kamoda had organized his subordinates again, preparing to start the next charge. Just at this moment, several vans drove over and stopped behind the Ichiwa-kai, and a line of white suits got out.

"Vice Chairman, I've brought reinforcements!" Katsumi Matsumoto said to Shigemasa Kamoda, who was sitting in the bulletproof car.

Shigemasa Kamoda leaned half his body out of the open car door: "Perfect, with you guys, this wave is stable!"

Then he waved his hand to signal the subordinates below to incorporate these fresh troops into the charging formation, and then returned to the car with Katsumi Matsumoto. Naturally, they wouldn't be charging into the fray... They were all people with tens or hundreds of millions, how could they not value their lives!

"Vice Chairman." Katsumi Matsumoto took out a cigarette and lit it, slightly easing his still-excited mood, "The assassination squad members are also here, in the last van, and they brought handguns!"

"!!!" Shigemasa Kamoda subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, then his expression became solemn, "Hmm, I know! If it's not absolutely necessary, I won't send them!"

"Hmm..."

The two high-level figures began watching the formation take shape in the rain, and then, led by the subordinates and sub-leaders, they began to slowly walk toward the street occupied by the black suits on the opposite side.

Real street fighting didn't have the exciting music and blood-pumping rhythm of the movies; instead, it was very chaotic and disorderly. When the two groups met, messy cursing erupted from both sides, and then they started real fighting with knives and guns...

There was no such thing as every blade drawing blood or a tragic fight to the death.

Usually, it was one person kicking another, only to have their ankle grabbed, and then a teammate nearby would decisively give them a slash, but it would only tear the sleeve, and then they would lie on the ground to dodge...

Turning around to find the next target, only to be targeted by two or three opponents, and immediately fleeing...

There were also newcomers with blood rushing to their heads, waving short swords everywhere. Others didn't dare to step forward, but they would run out of strength after waving a few times...

Of course, there would be truly ruthless people in both groups. They wouldn't slash at vital points, just a slash on the arm or leg to quickly make the enemy unable to continue fighting, and then lead a group of subordinates to kick open a path for their side to advance quickly... These guys were the backbone, the subordinates and sub-leaders...

With the help of the fresh troops, the Yamaguchi-gumi's black suits were retreating steadily, losing several intersections.

Just at this moment, four or five vans drove to the rear of the Yamaguchi-gumi. The side doors were pulled open, and a group of guys rushed out aggressively, joining the battle all at once.

These guys had strong combat power and fierce momentum, recovering lost ground like a hot knife through butter and uniting the scattered subordinates... In the torrential rain, there was a feeling of an ancient army.

Shigemasa Kamoda saw this scene through binoculars, and his expression was very bad. This skirmish, which already involved nearly a thousand people, had undoubtedly reached its final moment, but the Yamaguchi-gumi side had suddenly become several times stronger. There must be a problem!

"Vice Chairman, they actually fought back! What should we do?!"

Katsumi Matsumoto was a bit anxious. Seeing the black suits were only one street away from here!

Shigemasa Kamoda slowly moved the binoculars, but in the torrential rain, and it was already evening, the dense crowd of black on the opposite side couldn't be seen clearly at all...

"Looks like there's no other way... Assassination squad, go!" Shigemasa Kamoda said.

"This... has it reached the final moment already?"

"They are about to rush over!" Shigemasa Kamoda pointed at the white suits whose space was being rapidly squeezed by the black suits, "We are still resisting, but if we don't break their momentum, we will be broken through very soon."

"..." Katsumi Matsumoto stopped talking.

"Go, let them take the guns... But when you fire." Shigemasa Kamoda hesitated for a moment, "Don't aim at their bodies or heads, try to aim at their legs and arms..."

If the body is slashed by a short sword, as long as you aren't stabbed, the probability of death is low, but if you are hit by a bullet, it's very easy to die!

The yakuza look fierce, but in every skirmish, at most one or two people die, and many are injured... Everyone is in the yakuza to make a living, not to sell their lives.

If there were large-scale killings, even their umbrella of protection in the upper echelons wouldn't be able to get them out!

"Yes..."

Under Katsumi Matsumoto's command, the last van opened, and a group of assassination squad members with excited expressions on their faces walked out. None of them wore white suits, making it easier to disperse after firing.

"Go! Aim for the thighs!"

In the heavy rain, Katsumi Matsumoto's voice was a bit blurry, so he could only speak very concisely.

A dozen or so people walked toward the street where the fighting was taking place amidst the pattering rain, their hands tightly gripping a black object.

"Boss! We're about to break through!" Nan Li panted heavily beside Masahisa Takenaka.

"Hahahaha, those Ichiwa-kai brats, they're no good!" Masahisa Takenaka's large face was covered in rainwater. After wiping it off, he said to the confidant subordinates surrounding him, "Put in more effort, we're going to smash the enemy!"

He looked at a strong subordinate on the opposite side who was shouting and organizing the subordinates to counterattack. He looked like a sub-leader, so he led the core subordinates to press toward that side.

Forcefully swinging the short sword in his hand, and with the help of his subordinates, he kicked open the white suits blocking the middle. Masahisa Takenaka felt the days of charging in the streets back then after a long time.

From that lowest-level subordinate, fighting all the way to the current Yamaguchi-gumi boss, he was like an ancient soldier who earned a title through merit!

The sub-leader in front of him seemed to recognize him, and the exclamation in his mouth was the title used when he was in the Yamaguchi-gumi:

"Takenaka Wakagashira!!! How can this be!!..."

He couldn't believe that the boss with the highest status in the Yamaguchi-gumi would actually come to the front line of a gang skirmish to fight.

Masahisa Takenaka lowered his body. This was a skill he learned in street fighting; the lower the center of gravity, the less likely you are to fall, and the shorter you are, the less likely you are to be attacked...

He aimed his shoulder at the surprised sub-leader. He looked very familiar; he had probably seen him before...

But he was fighting right now, and losing focus in a fight was a big taboo!

"What are you barking about!!!"

Masahisa Takenaka rushed over with a shoulder charge. When colliding, his body leaned slightly backward, and he knocked the strong sub-leader to the ground with an unconventional iron mountain lean, and slashed his waist while he was at it!

Standing up, Masahisa Takenaka took a breath:

"I am already the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi now!!! Call me Boss Takenaka!!!"

Using his hand to shake off the blood and rainwater on the short sword, Masahisa Takenaka tilted his head and glanced. The core subordinates had already followed, and the white suit defense line was like a thin layer of gauze...

The white suits nearby were looking at the sub-leader who had fallen in front of them with confusion. Their own general had already fallen! The look in their eyes when they looked at Masahisa Takenaka was actually somewhat terrified!

Such a look made Masahisa Takenaka feel settled in his heart, and a surge of heroism welled up from his chest. At this moment, he was like a general who had just broken through the enemy formation, urgently needing to roar something to vent this excited emotion.

Seeing his own black-suited subordinates looking over, just like looking at a general who had beheaded an enemy and captured their flag in the Edo period, Masahisa Takenaka took a deep breath and shouted loudly to his subordinates:

"Listen up (subordinates)!!!"

"The enemy general, has been defeated by me!!!"

Next, it's time for you to break through the enemy's defense line and win the victory!!

Masahisa Takenaka was immersed in the heroic roar just now, his eyes firmly scanning his subordinates, as if he wanted to pass this heroism and confidence to them!

But just at this moment, Masahisa Takenaka discovered that the eyes of the subordinates in the front row seemed to be suddenly filled with fear!!!

"Boss!! Watch out!!"

Masahisa Takenaka's heart tightened. He turned his head to look in the direction of the Ichiwa-kai... only to see a few people wearing ordinary clothes rushing over...

And then, there was a series of "patter" sounds that were still distinct amidst the sound of the rain...

"Patter~ patter-patter~ patter~"

"Is this the sound of thunder?"

Masahisa Takenaka hadn't reacted yet when he felt as if he had been bitten by a few mosquitoes on his body...

And then, warm heat flowed out from his body...

After that, there was a moment of trance...

The last thing he heard seemed to be the sound of a body falling to the ground... A "thud," like a broken sack... So this is what it sounds like when a person falls to the ground!

Masahisa Takenaka seemed to hear the constant exclamations of the subordinates around him, as well as a burst of noisy sounds. He felt someone lifting his limbs and body... It was so rough that even he, who was about to faint, felt the pain.

He seemed to hear the sound of an ambulance too... But wasn't the hospital right next door?

What on earth is going on?

Masahisa Takenaka was all dazed, and in the end, everything went black before his eyes...

Ah... so that's how it is!

I guess I'm dead...