Supreme Divine Physician in the City
Chapter 567 Mr. Yamamoto’s Invitation

Chapter 567: Chapter 567 Mr. Yamamoto’s Invitation

"Is that really the case, you haven’t lied to me?"

Li Zairong raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "You should know the consequences of deceiving me, and you should be clear about the outcomes!"

"Mr. Li Zairong, how could I dare to deceive you? Even if you lend me a hundred guts, I wouldn’t dare, I’ve spoken nothing but the truth."

Jin Xianjun wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly reassured him.

At this critical juncture, lying would be a death wish!

He had no doubt that with the Li Family’s enormous intelligence network, a slight investigation would reveal every detail. They could even find out which woman he had been with last night, what positions they used, and lay all the information before him within ten minutes.

"Alright, seeing how you wouldn’t dare deceive me, I’ll tentatively believe you."

Li Zairong interlaced his fingers and placed them on the table, his thumbs rotating as he looked at Jin Xianjun and began, "President Jin, now we should talk about business. I hope that before tomorrow morning, your company Mifyule can return the agency rights to Eastern Group, this shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?"

"Not difficult at all! It’s a great honor for Mr. Li Zairong to personally handle this matter, and our Mifyule will certainly oblige! Tonight... oh no! I will issue this decision in a moment. I think even my father, once he knows, will definitely support it."

Jin Xianjun immediately responded, very agreeably and without even half a moment’s consideration.

Initially, he had missed one opportunity to align himself with power, and he must seize this present opportunity at all costs—it cannot slip through his fingers again.

"Hehe, it seems President Jin is a smart man, I like dealing with smart people, and you will feel fortunate for today’s action!"

Li Zairong nodded, very satisfied with Jin Xianjun’s attitude, and said with a light smile,

"Oh, right! Please make sure to keep your people, including your mouth, well-controlled. Don’t leak this information. Because my elder brother still doesn’t want others to know that Eastern Group has regained the agency right. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, I understand."

Jin Xianjun immediately replied, nodding seriously.

"Alright, this Feast at Hongmen ends here. Consider these delicacies my treat to President Jin. Call in your little lover now; I won’t disturb you two any longer."

Li Zairong said in a calm voice, then stood up and left the room.

Watching Li Zairong’s leaving figure, Jin Xianjun finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had lost all strength, and collapsed into his chair.

But quickly, he remembered something and sprang up like a rabbit.

Rushing to take out his mobile phone, he dialed a number:

"Hello, father, it’s Xianjun..."

...

At the same time.

Far away in the capital of the Northern Federation, Winter Capital.

In a luxurious neighborhood with Federation-style architecture, Sato Ken, as usual, drove home from the company and parked the car in the neighborhood parking lot.

Carrying his briefcase, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and walked toward the upscale residential building number one.

Thump, thump, thump.

Just then, a group of burly men, dressed in black samurai suits with Black Dragon Tattoos on their arms, swiftly appeared and surrounded Sato Ken.

"Who are you... what do you want?"

Sato Ken’s face changed, and he asked somewhat panic-stricken.

These men exuded a Killing Aura, filled with ferocity; clearly, they were not to be trifed with, appearing like a band of desperate outlaws.

"May I ask, are you Mr. Sato Ken, the president of Yu Xi Cosmetics Company? I hope I haven’t mistaken you?"

The leader, a square-faced samurai, asked in a cold tone.

"How did you find out about me?"

Although startled, Sato Ken was, after all, the president of a company, having weathered many storms. With sound mental resilience, he quickly composed himself and looked calmly at the black-clad samurais before him.

"Heh heh, you don’t need to worry about that. Now, please come with us; Mr. Yamamoto of the Black Dragon Association would like to invite Mr. Sato for a discussion about certain matters."

The square-faced samurai sneered twice and spoke to Sato Ken in an undeniable tone.

What?

The Black Dragon Association!?

Hearing this name, Sato Ken turned pale as a ghost, nearly collapsing onto the ground, his face deathly white.

He couldn’t understand why this organization had targeted him. He remembered not provoking anyone from the Black Dragon Association; in fact, he always steered clear of such dark and nefarious forces!

How could he have offended them?

Moreover, the person who specifically wanted to meet him was Yamamoto Nobuo!

Yamamoto—that was a surname of the highest order within the Black Dragon Association. Even as someone who avoided the Black Dragon Association, he knew the level of people in the association who bore the Yamamoto surname.

Because, all potential successors of the Black Dragon Association were selected from those bearing the Yamamoto surname—this is akin to the relationship of direct royal bloodline!

He couldn’t fathom how he could have possibly angered such an influential figure.

Could it be that the young and beautiful female subordinate he exploited last time was the mistress of Mr. Yamamoto?

If that were the case, he was in big trouble!

"May I ask what exactly Mr. Sato has done to attract Mr. Yamamoto’s attention?"

Sato Ken swallowed nervously and cautiously asked.

"I do not know the details. You will understand once you meet Mr. Yamamoto in person," replied the square-faced samurai in an indifferent tone:

"Mr. Sato, rest assured, Mr. Yamamoto has no ill intentions towards you. This visit is merely for a cup of tea and a chat; you won’t be harmed."

"Understood," Sato Ken took a deep breath and said firmly, "then please lead the way, and I will personally ask Mr. Yamamoto."

He understood with clarity, looking at the situation at hand, that even if he didn’t want to go, he had no choice! With members of the Black Dragon Association coming directly to him, where could he possibly hide?

Better to go along and clarify things than to anger Mr. Yamamoto!

Soon, Sato Ken was escorted into a Honda sedan, which quickly sped away from the area, heading towards the estate of Yamamoto Nobuo.

Half an hour later, the Honda sedan slowly pulled up in front of a fully wooden building loft.

This was a standalone Machiya, surrounded by flowers and plants, more resembling an estate, all reverberating with an old-world charm. The windows were adorned with straw mats, a very typical style of the Northern Federation.

"Mr. Sato, please go ahead."

After getting out of the car, the square-faced samurai switched to wooden clogs and gestured ahead with his hand.

Following the square-faced samurai inside and seeing the black-clad samurais patrolling all around the estate, Sato Ken shrank his neck, too terrified to even breathe heavily!

Praying inwardly that nothing terrible would happen, otherwise, he truly might not return today.