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Chapter 587 - 568: Plans of One’s Own

Chapter 587: Chapter 568: Plans of One’s Own

As he spoke, Ye Chen, with ruthless decisiveness, plunged the dagger into the man’s throat. The remaining three men in black quickly retreated, watching in horror as Ye Chen, like the Death God himself, drove the dagger into their comrade’s throat. Blood spurted wildly, and the man died in silence.

"Retreat!" one of them immediately issued the order to retreat.

Whoosh...

The three men didn’t even bother with the body of their companion; they fled on the spot. Their escape was impressively swift, eliciting a wry smile from Ye Chen. Clutching the dagger, he wiped it on the body of the man in black, then turned and left. Not long after Ye Chen walked away, the three fleeing men in black reappeared, lifting the three bodies before disappearing into the alley once more.

Ye Chen casually strolled back to Xin Hai Apartment, seemingly carefree. However, all the way home, he was exceedingly cautious. It wasn’t until he opened his front door and confirmed there were no assassins inside that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The assassins sent by Fujiwara Ichiro failed to achieve their goal and instead were swiftly killed by Ye Chen. The news reached the Zhu Group in Japan, infuriating Fujiwara Ichiro. If President Xiong Tai discovered this, he would surely be reprimanded. Therefore, Fujiwara Ichiro had to hurriedly deal with the problem of Ye Chen.

"Mr. Ichiro, what should we do now?"

"Yeah, with three brothers dead, how should we explain it to the President?"

His subordinates asked anxiously, after all, the Yakuza’s assassins were accounted for. This was not like saying the loss of a few low-ranking members was inconsequential. Once there were losses among the assassins, it would surely alert President Xiong Tai.

"I have my own plans!" Fujiwara Ichiro waved his hand, saying, "That bastard Ye Chen refuses to drink a toast and insists on drinking a forfeit. Humph, if he wants to die, it’s not because I forced him!"

"President Xiong Tai’s intention is to try and recruit Ye Chen to our side as much as possible!" a subordinate hurriedly reminded.

"I know better than you!" Fujiwara Ichiro glared at him and said, "But, now the Heavenly Reversal Gang’s expansion has begun. If they succeed in their first step, Ye Chen won’t join us easily. Who would give up being an Emperor to become someone else’s little brother?"

While Fujiwara and his subordinates were discussing, a man in a black suit urgently knocked on the door, saying, "Mr. Ichiro, President Xiong Tai invites you over for a chat!"

"Alright!" Fujiwara Ichiro nodded and said, "Go back and tell the President I will be there immediately!"

"Yes!" The man immediately turned and left.

"The President is calling for you at this time, could it be that he has found out?" one of them nervously asked.

"Don’t borrow trouble!" Fujiwara Ichiro waved his hand, saying, "The incident has just happened; how could President Xiong Tai already know about it?"

"That’s true!" The man nodded quickly, then added, "With President Xiong Tai’s trust in Mr. Fujiwara, it’s impossible for him to inquire at this time."

"Alright, I will be back shortly. Let’s see what the President wants from me!" Fujiwara Ichiro got up from the tatami, walked to the door, put on his shoes, and left.

Xiong Tai’s residence.

Several men in black stood at the entrance, with communication earpieces on, hands folded at their bellies. Seeing Fujiwara Ichiro, they promptly bowed and said, "Mr. Fujiwara, the President has been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Uh-huh!" Fujiwara Ichiro nodded, then slipped on his shoes, adjusted his appearance a bit, and entered.

Inside the room, it wasn’t just Xiong Tai; several other core members were present as well. Everyone was gathered enjoying Xiong Tai’s tea service. Tea ceremony in Japan was transmitted from China, but the Japanese, unlike the South Koreans, at least acknowledged that their tea ceremony came from the Tang Dynasty. The South Koreans, however, were utterly shameless, always insisting that the art of tea ceremony originated from Korea.

"Ichiro, you’ve arrived?" Xiong Tai welcomed Fujiwara Ichiro with a warm smile and a wave, saying, "Come and sit!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" Fujiwara Ichiro moved quickly to an empty seat and sat down. The group gathered around Xiong Tai. Fujiwara Ichiro, with a grin, asked, "May I ask why President Xiong Tai has convened us in the middle of the night for a consultation?"

"Insolence!" An older man dressed in a kimono glared at Fujiwara Ichiro and said, "Ichiro, when did you become so polite? How dare you speak to the President like that?"

Fujiwara Ichiro was startled, immediately bowed his head, and said, "Yes, I deserve death, please forgive me, President!"

"Hehe, no problem. I’ve called you all here, actually, because of two things," Xiong Tai said with a light smile, then holding a teacup, he continued, "The first one is to invite everyone to sample my newly learned tea ceremony skills; the second one is about the Heavenly Reversal Gang and Ye Chen!"

"The President’s tea ceremony skills are certainly unparalleled, but when it comes to China’s Heavenly Reversal Gang, it indeed poses a tricky issue!" The same old man who had just scolded Fujiwara Ichiro immediately stroked his beard and said, "The Heavenly Reversal Gang has already taken their first step. Even the Fierce Tiger Gang, which we secretly support, has been driven to the border. If it weren’t for some sudden adjustment from the Heavenly Reversal Gang, I reckon with Hei Hu’s idiotic skills, a counter-attack would be impossible!"

"That’s right!" Xiong Tai nodded with a smile and said, "Now, the question is, whether we should support Hei Hu’s counter-attack. Moreover, Heavenly Reversal Gang’s rise is a big problem for the Yakuza!"

"Absolutely!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

"The Heavenly Reversal Gang has now entered Macau, they’re moving toward Macau, and Shanghai has also become the first place they’ve advanced to!" Fujiwara Ichiro seized the moment and said, "Therefore, I believe a decision previously made by President Xiong Tai was a mistake!"

"Oh? Let’s hear it!" President Xiong Tai looked at Fujiwara Ichiro with interest. He appreciated the young man for having the guts to directly point out his mistakes.

"From what we see now, Heavenly Reversal Gang’s development has reached a fever pitch, and they might indeed achieve unification of China’s underworld!" Fujiwara Ichiro glanced at everyone and continued, "So, trying to win over Ye Chen is totally implausible. In the future, like the Yakuza, Heavenly Reversal Gang will stand tall on the world stage. How could he possibly join the Yakuza?"

Fujiwara Ichiro’s question immediately silenced everyone, including Xiong Tai.

"That makes sense!" The old man nodded immediately and then looked at Xiong Tai, saying, "Xiong Tai, I think we need to adjust our tactics!"

"Yes!" Xiong Tai emphatically nodded and said, "That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss with everyone. Since Ichiro has raised this issue, do you have any solution?"

"Hmm, in my opinion, we should orchestrate assassination attempts on Ye Chen in secret. If we can’t have him, he must not become our enemy!" Fujiwara Ichiro’s expression turned icy as he continued, "We should increase our support for the Fierce Tiger Gang and, in addition, form an alliance with the Bamboo Union Gang and Macau’s local gangs. By doing so, we can add to the hurdles against Heavenly Reversal Gang becoming a world-class gang, giving us ample time to gradually wear them down."

"Excellent idea!" Xiong Tai couldn’t help but brighten up at the sound of it. He strongly agreed with what Fujiwara Ichiro suggested. Approaching the matter from these three angles, surely, the Heavenly Reversal Gang would feel enormous pressure. If Ye Chen died, the gang would lose half its strength. By increasing support for the Fierce Tiger Gang, it would be like setting the backyard on fire in China for Heavenly Reversal Gang, dealing a significant blow to them.

"Ichiro’s idea is good; I’ll use tea in place of wine to toast to you!" The old man immediately raised his teacup.

"Ha-ha, let us all toast to Ichiro!" Xiong Tai followed suit in raising his glass.

Inside, Fujiwara Ichiro was secretly thrilled. This way, the loss of three assassins he had dispatched in secret to kill Ye Chen could be completely erased without anyone noticing. Fujiwara Ichiro curved his mouth into a smile and reveled in his secret joy.

In the end, Xiong Tai instructed Fujiwara Ichiro to handle these three matters. Naturally, Fujiwara Ichiro accepted the command.

...

Ye Chen turned on the light, walked into his house, and didn’t sense the kind of dangerous atmosphere one would expect. So he leaned back on the couch. November in Jianghuai City was still relatively cool; the crisp autumn air made it a perfect time to enjoy a glass of Baijiu followed by a steaming hot dog meat hot pot. Recalling the words Liu the Tyrant had said last year during the dog meat hot pot feast at Black Water Security Company, Ye Chen couldn’t help but smile.

"Yo, someone’s snickering to themselves!" Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Ye Chen’s mind was instantly struck by lightning, shit, how could there be someone in his house that he didn’t know about? Almost reflexively, Ye Chen reached for a dagger at his waist. However, when he saw who it was, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Standing before him was a woman wrapped in a towel, her round, long legs and the cleavage between her breasts doing nothing but making one’s blood rush straight to their nose. The woman was holding a towel, drying the droplets of water from her hair.

"Idiot, what are you staring at!" The woman glared at Ye Chen, clearly annoyed.

"Yao Yue, how come it’s you?" Ye Chen looked at Yao Yue, embarrassed.