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Chapter 683 - 662:

Chapter 683: Chapter 662:

Li Ruo’s first reaction was to call Ye Che, but after placing the call, she was informed that the other party’s cell phone was turned off. Helpless, Li Ruo immediately called Feng Zhixiao. The kid was hemming and hawing on the other end of the line, but after Li Ruo sternly rebuked him, he finally told her the truth.

Snap...

When Li Ruo learned from Feng Zhixiao’s mouth that Ye Chen had indeed been captured by the Japanese, her phone slipped from her hand and crashed onto the ground, the battery bursting out. Lin Ziwen hurriedly asked, "Mr. Li, are you... are you alright?"

"I’m fine, but Ye Chen is not!" Li Ruo appeared completely dispirited, extremely dejected. Quickly, she looked up and said to Lin Ziwen, "Ziwen, immediately buy me the fastest ticket to Tokyo!"

"Yes!" Lin Ziwen nodded at once, then began to move with fiery urgency.

...

On the day of the trial, the sun had not yet risen. At the entrance of Tokyo Court, countless tents had sprung up, most of them belonging to global media reporters. In a scramble for a prime location and a favorable shooting angle, they had no choice but to go without sleep, keeping vigil through the night.

The Japanese authorities were very underhanded. To maximize their benefits, they had granted broadcasting rights to Tokyo TV Station, ensuring it would become the hottest TV station worldwide in a short span. However, with the Japanese making such a move, there was nothing others could do—after all, it was their turf, their rules.

At nine in the morning, inside Tokyo Prison, two fully armed Japanese policemen went in and then stood in front of Ye Chen’s cell door, producing an official document and saying, "Ye Chen, today is the day you go to court. Follow us."

"Is it possible to not go?" Ye Chen asked with a hint of a smile.

"Sorry, you don’t have a choice!" the policeman huffed coldly.

"Well, that settles it!" Ye Chen lazily got up from the edge of his bed.

The stench emanating from Ye Chen made the two policemen step back, as Ye Chen hadn’t bathed for a week. The prison treated him as a high-risk prisoner because of his unique status. They didn’t want any mishaps before the trial. Thus, except for providing him meals, they hardly allowed anyone to approach Ye Chen. Things like exercise yard time, or access to a shower? Ye Chen had no such privileges. A bath was but a pipe dream for him.

Ye Chen was handcuffed and shackled by the two policemen, then led out. Outside, over ten policemen armed with real guns formed a formation, ready to shoot at any sign of trouble, particularly to prevent a jailbreak. A jailbreak was a terrifying prospect; for these policemen, losing a prisoner was more horrifying than losing their lives, especially now with the world’s attention focused here. They could not afford any mistakes.

The drive from the prison to Tokyo Court took about thirty minutes—a stretch of road of utmost concern to the policemen. Should any problems arise on this route, it would be incredibly problematic. They could not afford a single minute’s delay.

Ye Chen was locked in a prison transport, and the vehicle slowly started up, led by a Toyota police car, with two Yamaha motorcycle police officers on the sides, and another Toyota police car bringing up the rear, sirens blazing...

On the road from the prison to the court, there was a Chinese restaurant run by the Japanese.

That morning, the Chinese restaurant welcomed eight odd customers who ordered several dishes. However, the restaurant owner didn’t find it strange; he had become used to some young people living nocturnal lives, eating in the morning, sleeping all day, and then continuing their activities at night. Accustomed to such patrons, the restaurant owner immediately commanded his chefs to start cooking.

"Zhi Xiao, are you sure the vehicle will pass by here?" Liu the Tyrant asked, wearing a thick coat. Not just Liu the Tyrant, but all his brothers were similarly clad in thick coats—yet who would guess that they had a dense array of weapons hidden within, from assault rifles to grenades, bullets... everything you could think of.

"Of course!" Feng Zhixiao immediately nodded his head.

"Good. Today we’re going to give those damn bastards a hard hit!" With a cigarette in his mouth, Liu the Tyrant touched his smooth head and snorted coldly, "One day, I’ll make those Japanese look good!"

"Shh, don’t fucking jinx it when the job’s not even done yet!" Li Tieniu glared at Liu the Tyrant, who immediately bowed his head, staying silent. On any normal day, he would’ve fought Li Tieniu fiercely, but today was different—they were here to rescue Brother Chen. Liu the Tyrant was well aware of the gravity of the situation.

Soon, several dishes were served. However, the Japanese were cheats—there wasn’t a bit of meat to be seen in the meat with hot peppers. But still, the group ate ravenously.

"Zhi Xiao, there’s news!" At that moment, Xiao Er, covered in dust, rushed in.

"What’s the situation?" Feng Zhixiao immediately put down his rice bowl.

"They’re here, they’ll be arriving any minute!" Xiao Er wiped the sweat from his brow.

Clang...

Liu the Tyrant, following the plan, threw his bowl to the ground and bellowed, "Damn it, what kind of crappy restaurant is this?"

The restaurant owner was startled, then scurried over with a smile and asked, "May I ask what’s displeasing you, sir?"

"Damn it, what’s this pepper fried pork? It’s all damn peppers! Where’s the meat?" Liu the Tyrant glared at the restaurant owner. The owner calmly looked at the plate of peppers and then said deeply, "This is pepper fried pork!"

"Where’s the meat? It’s just peppers and no meat, what the hell are you talking about?" Liu the Tyrant stared angrily at the owner.

"Wow, so by your logic, should I also get you a real tiger skin for the tiger skin peppers?" The restaurant owner seemed to have dealt with too many troublemakers, so his attitude hardened as he glared back at Liu the Tyrant and said, "Do I need to go get some lions for your lion’s head meatballs? Ants climbing a tree, do I need to get a few trees and find an anthill to put on top too?"

Pfft...

The restaurant owner’s words infuriated Liu the Tyrant but made Feng Zhixiao and the others burst into laughter. Xiao Er glanced outside the door, then hurriedly came in and nudged Feng Zhixiao. Feng Zhixiao roughly understood the message and immediately made a gesture to Liu the Tyrant.

Slap...

Liu the Tyrant took a step forward swiftly and fiercely slapped the restaurant owner’s face, dazing him and causing him to spit out blood-stained saliva, which seemed to contain a tooth. The restaurant owner fainted on the ground, and Feng Zhixiao immediately got angry, "Damn, if you kill him, I’ll have an issue with you. You’re screwing up my plan!"

"Damn it, this bastard is pissing me off!" gasped Liu the Tyrant, panting heavily.

At this moment, the restaurant owner on the ground heard the siren outside and immediately rushed up, then shouted, "Wait for me, I’m calling the cops, you’re all going to jail!"

Everyone was surprised and delighted, not expecting such a dramatic turn of events. The group rejoiced, Liu the Tyrant immediately tried to draw a pistol from his pocket, but Feng Zhixiao pressed it down and whispered, "Just a moment!"

"I can’t wait a single minute longer!" Liu the Tyrant’s eyes were bloodshot, everyone was a bit impatient thinking of the imminent rescue of Ye Chen.

The restaurant owner immediately rushed to the street, waving frantically at the approaching police car, and shouted in fluent Tokyo Japanese: "They’re robbing us, they’re robbing us!"

The police were forced to stop by the restaurant owner’s actions, two of them got out of the lead car, and one of them said to his colleague, "You continue with the convoy, I’ll handle this case!"

"Okay!" The officer nodded.

At that time, the restaurant owner surrounded the officer, afraid that he wouldn’t take charge of the matter, and stood in front of the car. He began to speak of his helplessness and pain. Meanwhile, Liu the Tyrant and the others came out of the restaurant, their heart rates substantially higher, as robbing a prisoner transport was new to them. But these kind of thrilling activities were their favorite. The eight men swiftly moved towards the prisoner transport in the middle.

However, the prisoner transport was tightly guarded, with police cars in front and behind, and Yamaha police motorcycles on the sides. The police were armed and real, and there were also several officers guarding the prisoner transport. Unintentionally, the difficulty had increased.

"Hmm..." Feng Zhixiao gave the group a look, and the eight scattered instantly.

Their appearance immediately caught the attention of the police, the leading officer shouted, "Hey, don’t come near the prisoner transport, get away, or you will be shot on sight!"

Without hesitation, Feng Zhixiao drew his gun, then pressed it against the policeman’s forehead. The restaurant owner was startled and stiffly lay down. Feng Zhixiao was taken aback and cursed, "Damn, I didn’t even hit him, this bastard’s playing dead!"

Feng Zhixiao initially wanted to go up and deliver another shot into the restaurant owner’s chest but didn’t expect the officers from behind to disembark and start returning fire. Liu the Tyrant pulled out a grenade, then tossed it at the police.