The war among Tokyo’s Three Major Gangs escalated further, now seriously threatening public safety, and more and more innocent people were being caught in the crossfire. Not long ago, during a shootout in Ikebukuro, a gang member actually threw a grenade into a dense crowd, causing a tragedy with four dead and ten injured.
Afterward, that gang member committed seppuku to atone, but the pressure of public opinion fell like a heavy hammer on the various gangs, making them hang their heads like rats crossing the street.
Back in the day, during the early post-war period of J-Country when the economy was in depression and the state apparatus couldn’t function properly, many problems that even the police couldn’t handle were precisely solved by the gang members of the various yakuza organizations.
The yakuza, in a sense, also served the will of the government at the time, so the J-Country constitution then stipulated freedom of association for civilian organizations, and the authorities consistently turned a blind eye to yakuza illegal activities. One could even faintly see the shadows of gang influence on many councilors.
They had thought that J-Country would forever be a protective umbrella for the gangs, sharing both honor and disgrace.
But recently the yakuza’s conduct has gone too far. Many government councilors believe that if the yakuza are not outlawed, there will be endless troubles.
The three leaders of the Taoka Group, Kira Group, and Shokaku Society also realized that continuing the fight would only court their own destruction. After an initial frenzied counterattack, the gang leadership gradually began to exercise restraint and proposed a temporary truce. Moreover, there were many suspicious points in this gang war that needed careful deliberation.
“It’s about time.”
Feng Na drank miso soup.
On the morning news playing on the TV, the three renowned leaders were now bowing and apologizing repeatedly under the media spotlight, displaying the spirit of master bowing artisans.
They said “I’m sorry” over and over, while subtly clearing themselves of all responsibility, shifting the blame onto other gang higher-ups, claiming that their biggest mistake was inadequate oversight and that they would reflect deeply.
Feng Na could easily manipulate those weak-willed gang underlings to create chaos, but to rescue Brother Sijin, her current power was far from enough.
She had to become the new Tokyo Godmother. She needed to find an opportunity to bring all three gang leaders together, catch them all in one fell swoop, and turn them into puppets loyal to her. That way, she would have the capital to confront Tsukiyuki Rio head-on.
“What are you planning to do again?” Seeing Feng Na’s lips curl upward, Qu Xiqian furrowed her slender brows.
“Xiqian, what I do is none of your business, so don’t bother asking.”
During this time, Feng Na had discovered that Qu Xiqian was upright and kind-hearted at heart—and that personality would precisely become her greatest obstacle.
They were never the same kind of person.
So Feng Na decided that it would be best to abandon Qu Xiqian later and act alone.
She lit up her phone screen and saw a message from Feng Xiaohe, reminding her that the yakuza in J-Country were extremely rampant, and right-wing forces were also showing signs of resurgence. As someone in a foreign land, Feng Na had to always be mindful of her safety.
Feng Na couldn’t help but feel a warmth in her heart.
No matter how bumpy and difficult the road ahead, she absolutely had to make Sister Xiaohe and Brother Sijin become true lovers.
Brother Sijin’s memories had now been tampered with, and he had forgotten the beautiful past.
But that didn’t matter. Once she got Brother Sijin back in her grasp again, Feng Na would use the machine to make him recall the humble yet happy life their family of three once lived. She would absolutely never hand Brother Sijin over to anyone else.
She walked out the apartment door and strolled alone on the street.
According to current intelligence, Brother Sijin was currently living near the University of Tokyo in Bunkyo Ward, and had gone to a concert at Skytree last night. He was now under the supervision of Yu Qingxue and Morgana. Unless Qu Xiqian was willing to help, a head-on confrontation would leave almost no chance of rescuing Brother Sijin.
“Who’s there?”
As she passed through an intersection, Feng Na suddenly spun around.
This strange feeling was unmistakable. Feng Na keenly sensed that someone had been following her from behind for a while.
Feng Na licked her lips, which had become slightly dry from tension, but instead of fear, she felt increasingly excited.
If nothing went wrong, when she had brushed past Brother Sijin yesterday, her identity should have already been exposed.
Based on Feng Na’s understanding of Tsukiyuki Rio, she definitely would not let her go.
“In that case, let’s settle this early.”
Feng Na quickened her pace, trying to shake off the person behind her.
At the corner of the street, a dagger hidden in a shadowy nook swiftly slashed toward Feng Na’s slender neck. In such a blind spot, if she had been off guard, her throat would have been slit and she’d be bleeding out on the street.
Fortunately, Feng Na was already on alert and easily sidestepped to dodge the blade.
Seeing the first strike miss, the black-clad man wasted no words and immediately thrust a second strike at Feng Na’s face. Feng Na again easily dodged the attack, her fist shooting out like lightning and plunging into the man’s abdomen. He instantly clutched his stomach, groaning in pain, and in the blink of an eye was immobilized.
“You think you can kill me?”
Feng Na’s tone was dripping with disdain. The black-clad man was a male with Western features, somewhat like a mercenary from a movie. There wasn’t just one such black-clad man—there were five in total.
Each of them exuded a murderous aura as if they had returned from the Shuraba. One man drew a pistol fitted with a silencer. Feng Na kicked the pistol flying, and at the same time pulled a military bayonet from her coat pocket.
“Die.”
The man struck in the chest by the military bayonet turned pale, trembling slightly as blood gushed out.
An ordinary girl might scream at the sight of blood, but Feng Na was the opposite. Blood didn’t frighten her; instead, it made her feel quite at ease and even delighted.
The remaining three tried to attack Feng Na from three different directions, but she leaned back, snatched one man’s silenced pistol, and fired point-blank at his forehead.
In the blink of an eye, Feng Na had killed five people.
After all, it wasn’t the first time—she had long since gotten used to it.
Blood and brain matter stained the wall in nauseating colors, but luckily none got on her clothes.
She checked the bodies of the black-clad men who had attacked her but found no useful information.
“If you think you can kill me with just this level, you’re seriously underestimating me.”
Feng Na brushed her sleeve and said coldly into the walkie-talkie.
After speaking, Feng Na turned and left.
On reflection, that was probably just a probing attack from Tsukiyuki Rio.
Afterward, Feng Na went to several gang offices, where manipulated high-ranking members leaked the latest intelligence to her.
Tomorrow, the three gang leaders would gather to discuss various matters regarding the truce. To Feng Na, this intelligence was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. When the time came, she would also attend this ceasefire agreement and turn the three leaders into her own weapons.
