Golden carp are no ordinary fish in a pond. (166-167)

" A Golden Carp Is No Fish in a Pond" Author: monkey (This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)

Chapter 166: A Treaty of Surrender 11/12/2003-11/15/2003

"Your tone is too arrogant, isn't it?" Although Zhang Fujio knew that Hou Longtao must have come prepared, he still felt that Hou Longtao lacked the capital to be so tough.

"Want to see my hand? Fine, I'll lay it all out on you." Hou Longtao lit a cigarette. "Exhaust purifiers will be standard equipment on Acura, CR-V, and Gold Wing models, and other Honda models will offer them as optional extras. Lexus's main competitors are Acura and Nissan's Infiniti. To maintain Lexus's competitiveness, I believe that in the near future, you'll at least make the purifier an optional extra."

"Then let's wait until the near future. And even if that day comes, the word 'optional' is key. Toyota is unlikely to include an air purifier in the basic configuration."

"It's not necessarily impossible, but I don't want to wait. I want to know what the future holds now." Hou Longtao tapped his chest. "Actually, I'm a very..." "I'll say it again, your tone is too arrogant, isn't it?" "Tamako, did you see that? Do you know why she didn't kill me? Because I'm their master , haha," Hou Longtao originally wanted to remain serious, but recalling how he thwarted the assassination attempt meticulously planned by the old Japanese man opposite him,

he still laughed smugly

, "Can you escape the pursuit of 'Sakura Ninja'?" "

You dare!?"

"Look, look, your tone shows you have no way to deal with this." Hou Longtao curled his lip contemptuously. "However, although killing you would give me some satisfaction, and you deserved it, I'd rather make money off the Japanese. So, if you don't cooperate, I'll have a few 'seductive ninjas' testify against you for hiring someone to commit murder. And everything they've done for you over the past twenty years is on record. I don't think you want to spend the rest of your life in prison, do you?"

"Hmph, you're thinking too simply," Zhang Fujio gritted his teeth and lit a large cigar. He wasn't thinking about how to stop IIC from taking out a loan from Honda—that was clearly irreversible—he was thinking about how to get rid of this arrogant Chinese brat. "Regardless of the outcome of the trial, even if I'm found guilty, those women won't escape; they'll go to jail too."

"You're Japanese, how could you not know that?" "Ninjas are synonymous with slaves. I can kill them without batting an eye, let alone something as trivial as jail time. Besides, I have other methods."

"Tell me about it."

"We're certain you have people in Honda's upper echelons, and we have a suspect. If I put him under severe torture, do you think he'll agree to be a witness? A corporate spy! Not only will you face criminal charges, but Toyota's reputation will likely suffer greatly."

Zhang Fujio puffed on his cigar, weighing the pros and cons. He had no room for negotiation, but if he agreed now, who could guarantee the other party wouldn't make exorbitant demands? Once such a thing was said, it wouldn't be easy to undo it. "At worst, we'll all perish together. Accepting bribes from Honda, having an affair with my boss Xu Ruyun, using my position for personal gain to make huge profits for 'Dongxing,' I'll drag you down with me if I'm finished."

The atmosphere upstairs wasn't relaxed, but downstairs it was even more tense. The Xingyue

sisters had chased all the servants out of the living room; one stood at the top of the stairs, and the other at the entrance to the side room, forbidding anyone from entering.

"Twenty years have passed, and Madam Sakura has become radiant. What brings you here?" Li Hong assumed the other woman had some confidential matters to discuss and hadn't yet sensed anything amiss.

"You bastard!" Suddenly, Yu Zi sprang up, lunging across the coffee table separating the two women. She grabbed the stunned woman and slapped her five or six times across the face, cursing her with incredibly vicious language as she did so.

Within seconds, Li Hong's face was swollen like a pig's head, blood streaming from her mouth and nose. Only then did she think to defend herself, but she was a pampered, fifty-something-year-old noblewoman, while Yu Zi was a skilled fighter in her prime. Although she managed to block a couple of blows, she was still relentlessly slapped.

"You slut! You son of a bitch!" Yu Zi's teeth were practically ground to powder, her eyes bloodshot, as she swung her arms wildly.

"Alright, alright!" Zhi Ji and Hui Ji grabbed Yu Zi's arms on either side, dragging her back. "If you keep hitting her, you'll kill her."

"Let me go! Let me go!" Yu Zi struggled desperately, kicking Li Hong in the stomach. "

Calm down! Brother Tao said you shouldn't go too far!"

"Huff...huff..." Yu Zi tried to breathe deeply, trying to calm herself. "Okay, okay, I won't hit you anymore."

Li Hong clutched her stomach and knelt on the ground, raising her face, blood and tears streaming down her cheeks. "You...you...what are you doing?" She tried to shout, but couldn't muster the strength.

"What am I doing? Heh," Yu Zi laughed in anger, her body still trembling slightly. "Where's my daughter?"

"Your daughter?"

"Wipe her clean first." Zhi Ji threw several tissues at Li Hong's face.

"Situ Qingying!" Yu Zi clenched her fists and took another step forward.

"You...how do you want me to compensate you?" "Li Hong heard that name that no one had mentioned in twenty years, and immediately understood that the other party knew he hadn't fulfilled the agreement. How the other party knew wasn't important.

"Compensation? Hmph, how will you compensate me? I just want to know why."

"I couldn't find the person you were looking for, but I didn't want to give up the opportunity to use you. It's that simple."

"So simple, so simple..." Yu Zi repeated these four words over and over. She saw that Li Hong didn't even have a trace of remorse on her face, and she was furious. But for her master's sake, today wasn't the time for revenge. Once everything was settled, she would make her taste the pain of losing her son.

Hou Longtao stood up, walked to the window, and put his hands behind his back. He understood the principle of using both kindness and severity. After slapping someone, he would rub their back. "If you agree to my request, Yu Zi will give you all the previous records, and I can even help you get rid of that rat. Without evidence of your crimes, you won't have to worry about me pestering you." "

Such a large deal is not something I can decide on my own. If the board of directors doesn't approve it, there's nothing I can do."

"That depends on whether you're sincere about cooperating with me," Hou Longtao turned around, glaring sternly at Zhang Fujio. "I just want you to bring forward an inevitable deal. I don't know if Honda will bear the cost of the air purifier themselves, add it all to the buyer's bill, or share it proportionally, and I don't care, but you do need to. If Toyota only makes the air purifier an option, then they will definitely have to price it separately, and you know better than I what that means. In my opinion, whether you can convince the board is not a problem at all."

In the modern market environment, a company's decisions are often influenced by the decisions of several direct competitors, and Zhang Fujio was well aware of this. "Then why did you have to come and confront me? We will ultimately make a decision that benefits you."

"I'm giving you a fixed price."

"When can you give me the goods?"

"When you sign the contract with the 'Dongxing' representative." Hou Longtao smiled again; Zhang Fujio had clearly agreed to the deal. "Tell me about that rat."

"Don't you already know who it is?"

"Let's stop playing games. I want to go back to sleep," Hou Longtao said, sitting back in his chair and spreading his arms. "Fang Jie, also known as Quan Zhilang, is a spy planted in Honda. What I need to know now is exactly what he did for Toyota. I don't need specific details, just list them out one by one."

Zhang Fujio thought for a moment, realizing that saying nothing would only lead to further escalation, while saying too much would implicate him. He could only offer some trivial details. "Fang Jie discovered Honda Hirotoshi and Hirokawa Norio's tax evasion, which directly led to their arrest."

"What did those two do?" Hou Longtao was just trying to bluff; besides a feeling, he had no evidence that Fang Jie was a Honda mole. He hadn't expected it to work out so easily.

"Honda Hirotoshi is the eldest son of Honda Soichiro. His company, 'Mugen,' is a world-renowned automotive parts manufacturer specializing in the design and development of F1 engines."

"Why? What benefit does this bring to Toyota?"

"Weakening the enemy is equivalent to strengthening oneself. Honda's engines are supplied by 'Mugen.'"

"Their contract with Honda is almost equal to their total revenue in their annual report?"

Fujio Zhang began to re-examine this opponent he had been scheming against for a long time but was meeting for the first time. It seemed he wasn't just a "donkey dung beetle." "Not bad."

"Okay, anything else?" Hou Longtao suddenly noticed that the contempt that had always made him uncomfortable was gone from the other man's eyes. Even when he had threatened him earlier, the other man didn't seem to take him this seriously.

"The financial scandal at Honda's US branch was leaked to the media by Fang Jie."

"Hahaha, good, good, I really didn't expect that my trip to Japan would be so fruitful! I've achieved my goal here, let's part ways here." "Okay

," Zhang Fujio also stood up, "I hope we can cooperate happily in the future."

"Hehehe, actually you didn't suffer any loss today." Hou Longtao had already led Feng Yun to the door when he turned back. "Fang Jie's rise through the ranks at Honda is because you deliberately gave him a few deals, but how did you choose him?"

"Aren't you contradicting our agreement by constantly adding conditions?" Zhang Fujio didn't want his embarrassing secret of having his eye on the laundry deliveryman to be revealed.

"Whatever, just don't tell Fang Jie." Hou Longtao shrugged; he wasn't particularly interested in this…

Two days later, in the afternoon, after work, Fang Jie and several colleagues took the elevator to the Honda building's second basement level parking lot.

As they exited the elevator, a woman in a light blue business suit emerged from the stairwell. She had long, flowing hair, striking looks, and walked with a swaying gait, her round, pert buttocks tucked into her tight skirt.

"Which department is she from?"

"How should I know?" "It's such a big company, I don't know everyone."

"Go ask her." The Japanese men were dumbfounded.

Fang Jie didn't react much. Compared to Ru Yun, this woman was a bit inferior, and he wasn't really the kind of man who was particularly lecherous, otherwise he wouldn't have left Ru Yun.

The woman probably heard the men's discussion, turned her head, flicked her long hair behind her ear, and winked at them. "

Hey!" The Japanese men all turned to look at Fang Jie with envy. "She's interested in you."

"Hmph, nothing like that."

"Hurry up and go chat with her." Several men started pushing Fang Jie.

"No, stop it." Fang Jie pushed their hands away.

"You're not going to go for it? Are you even a man? You don't like men, do you?"

"Don't talk nonsense." "These words immediately struck a nerve with Fang Jie. Although he knew his colleague was just joking, he still felt incredibly awkward and felt a strong need to prove he liked women.

"That woman's leaving. If you won't go, I will."

"Who said I'll go?" Fang Jie quickly walked to the woman who had just opened the car door. "Miss, I'm the head of Honda's credit department, my name is Quan Zhilang. Which department are you in? I've never seen you before."

"I'm not from your company, I'm just here on some business. You're the head? Get in." The woman got into the car, looking at Fang Jie seductively.

"Hmm..." Fang Jie hadn't expected her to be so direct; it seemed she really liked him. "You...you haven't even told me your name."

"Why do I need to know your name? I'm not going to date you. After one night, we might never see each other again. What's the use of a name?" The woman pulled her short skirt up a little, revealing a dazzling section of her thigh.

"This…" Fang Jie swallowed hard, "There has to be some way to address her, right?"

"Hmph, just call me 'beauty,' isn't that enough?" The woman showed a hint of impatience. "Are you getting in or not? Stop being so indecisive. If you're gay, just say so."

"Who's gay?" Fang Jie quickly turned to the other side of the car and got in amidst a chorus of whistles from his colleagues.

The woman drove to a love hotel in central Tokyo, entering a room with pink wallpaper. In the center of the room was a heart-shaped bed covered with a bright red bedspread.

"What are you waiting for?" The woman tossed her handbag onto the bed, unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white silk camisole underneath.

"No...don't you need to take a shower first?" Fang Jie seemed slightly nervous. It wasn't his first time going to a hotel with a woman, but he'd never encountered one as aggressive as this one.

"Are you dirty?" The woman took off her coat, grabbed Fang Jie's collar, and pushed him to the edge of the bed.

"Of course not." Fang Jie kicked off his shoes and slid his body to the center of the bed. "Are you a prostitute?"

"I just like having sex with strangers." The woman straddled Fang Jie. "If you're willing to pay, I don't care."

"How much do you want?" Fang Jie asked, already reaching out and grabbing the woman's breast through her bra. She was indeed very attractive, especially the seductive expression on her face; just looking at her made him want to have sex with her.

"Whatever." The woman grabbed Fang Jie's wrists and pressed his arms down to either side of his head. "Let's play something exciting. I'm going to tie your hands to the bed."

"Okay." Fang Jie's breathing quickened. It wasn't that he hadn't considered the "instinctive" scenario, and his words were somewhat insincere, but he didn't physically resist, letting the woman use strips of cloth she took from her handbag to tie his hands to the bed railing.

Suddenly, the woman got off the bed, knelt on the floor, placed her hands on her knees, and bowed respectfully.

"You... what are you doing?" Fang Jie was completely bewildered. His penis was almost bursting with erection, and now she had suddenly stopped. How could he take that

? The sound of a toilet flushing came from the bathroom.

"How... how is someone here?" Fang Jie was greatly surprised.

The bathroom door opened, and Hou Longtao, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked in while tugging at his trousers. He looked up and saw the two people in the room, immediately feigning surprise. "Mr. Fang? What are you doing here?"

"Hou Longtao?" Fang Jie wasn't stupid; this was clearly pre-arranged. He struggled to free his wrists, but the woman's bindings were very tight. "What does this mean?"

Hou Longtao sat down on the sofa, scratching his forehead. "Lust is a dangerous thing, a family motto. You became a Japanese, and you've forgotten it all? But you died under a peony, so you're at least romantic in death, aren't you?

" "You…you…what do you mean?"

"A death without knowing why is perhaps harder to accept than death itself? But knowing you died with your eyes open makes me happy." Hou Longtao stood up, pulled out a lighter, and his expression was extremely cold in the firelight.

"How did I offend you? What do you want?" Fang Jie wasn't particularly afraid, because he hadn't truly felt the threat of death.

"Hmph." Hou Longtao gave Fang Jie a deathly smile, opened the door, and walked out.

The woman got up and started unbuttoning Fang Jie's pants…

"Brother Tao, Brother Tao."

"Wh…what are you doing?" Hou Longtao propped himself up on the bed with one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. "What time is it?"

"Not yet eight." Zhi Ji helped the man get his glasses from the bedside table.

"So early!? Why did you call me?"

"Yu Zi is here. She said it's important."

"Just tell her to wait," Hou Longtao hugged the girl, pulled her into his arms, and lay back. "Sleep with me a little longer."

"Brother Tao, she said it's about 'Hua Lang'."

"What?" Hou Longtao sat up abruptly, put on a nightgown, and pulled Zhi Ji outside.

As soon as Yu Zi, who was waiting in the living room, saw Hou Longtao come downstairs, she immediately knelt down to pay her respects, "Master."

"What news is there about 'Hua Lang'?"

"He's been captured by the Yamaguchi-gumi."

Hou Longtao lowered his head and rubbed his forehead. "How did you know?"

"Although we are a secret organization, to avoid unnecessary trouble, we have people who specifically collect information about the underworld and report to me every Saturday morning. Today they reported that the Yamaguchi-gumi has released information inviting the heads of various major underworld groups to a collective funeral for seven members of the Yamaguchi-gumi. They plan to disembowel 'Hua Lang' at the ceremony and use his head as a sacrifice. I was present when you and Miss Feng Yun talked about 'Hua Lang' the other day, and I know he's your friend, so I came to inform you immediately.

" Hou Longtao paced back and forth in the room. "Hua Lang" had told him he would leave Japan soon, so how did he end up being caught again? If the news was true, he'd been held captive for several days, probably tortured half to death. "When is the funeral?"

"Next Monday at 3 PM, at Qingshan Cemetery."

"Sigh..." Hou Longtao slumped onto the sofa. "Hua Lang" was in this state because of him, nine-tenths of the time. Gratitude was always his principle, but this was very different from repaying Aunt Qi. Last time, a little money was enough; this time, the opponent was the ruthless Japanese mafia. To repay the debt, he had to risk his life. Calling the police? "Hua Lang's" identity was too much to bear.

"Do whatever you want," Feng Yun said, walking behind the sofa and massaging the man's shoulders.

"Hmph," Hou Longtao patted his wife's hand, "Are you coming with me?"

"Do I even need to ask?"

"I don't want you to take risks."

"What do you mean by risks? I think it's like playing a game. I need to do this every now and then so I don't rust." Feng Yun slowly turned her head, making a "crack" sound in her neck. "I don't want to beat you up every now and then."

"Hahaha," Hou Longtao knew the woman was just trying to help him make up his mind. "That's illegal. If we get caught by the Japanese police, we probably won't be able to go back to Beijing."

"Catch what? I believe we acted in self-defense."

After talking for so long, Yu Zi already understood what they meant. "We don't need to wait until Monday. We can go directly to the Yamaguchi-gumi's hideout. Killing someone there won't be known outside, and the Yamaguchi-gumi won't seek revenge because they can't admit their headquarters has been taken down; they can't afford the shame.

" Hou Longtao lowered his head and thought for a while. This matter still needed to be planned carefully. "Yu Zi, send someone to scout things out first."

"Yes."

"How many of us should we go?"

"I'll take the Xingyue sisters, and three or four more people will be enough." Fang Yun smiled like a flower.

Hou Longtao knew his beloved wife was highly skilled and daring, but a husband is never at ease. "You're joking, if you go, I have to go."

"If you're going, for your safety, all the 'Mei Ren' will have to go with you." Yu Zi said this nine-tenths to protect her master, and one-tenth because she still needed this "son-in-law" to contact her long-lost daughter.

"Then there's no need to discuss this anymore. Everyone go. I'm going to walk in through the front door openly and let the Japanese underworld see what a Beijing thug like me is like." Hou Longtao clenched his fist with high spirits.

Actually, Hou Longtao had two feasible plans for attacking the Yakuza headquarters. The first was like when he was kidnapped last time: first, send "Mei Ren" to infiltrate, find out where "Hua Lang" was being held, then release their unique sleeping potion, and then easily take him away. But if you're going to play, play it to the fullest and don't let your opponents suffer in silence...

End of Chapter 166

Chapter 167 As Smooth as a River 11/16/2003-11/24/2003
The Yakuza headquarters located on the outskirts of Tokyo was a magnificent Japanese classical palace complex. Especially at night, the dark four-story central tower looked sinister.
On Monday night, under the cover of darkness, fifty-odd men in black, each carrying a Japanese sword, approached the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters like ghosts from all directions. They scaled the high, glazed-tile wall in twos and threes, some leaping up
the trees in the courtyard, while the rest vanished silently into the shadows of the buildings. A dozen minutes later, several large black SUVs pulled up outside the gate. Hou Longtao, Feng Yun, the Xingyue sisters, Yu Zi, and ten security guards from Beijing got out. Zhi Ji stepped forward and pressed the intercom next to the gate. "Who is it?" a somber
voice came from the intercom.
"Mr. Hou Longtao from IIC Company wishes to see Mr. Yamaguchi Ryuko. " "No, just inform him. Mr. Yamaguchi will definitely be interested." "Wait a moment." A man in a black suit arrived at the top of the central tower, stopped in front of a sliding door, and bowed slightly. "Chief." " Come in." The man in the black suit opened the door, and a man in a black kimono knelt with his back to the door, offering incense to the ancestral tablets of the three family members. "Hou Longtao from IIC is outside with more than a dozen men, wanting to see you." "..." The man was clearly taken aback, and after a long pause, he spoke again, "Let him in. Go and arrange your men. Await my orders, kill them all without mercy." The door opened, and five men in black suits—four men and one woman—blocked the entrance. They searched Hou Longtao and his group, and after confirming they were unarmed, led them through several courtyards to a large conference room on the first floor of the central tower. A refined-looking man sat at the end of a long table. He was no more than thirty years old, with a kind smile on his face. He didn't look like a mafia boss, or even a shrewd businessman; he looked more like a high school teacher. Behind him stood two men in kimonos, both expressionless, each holding an unsheathed Japanese sword. They were the two assassins who had escaped after the failed assassination attempt. Hou Longtao, without being invited, sat down at the other end of the long table. The rest of the group stood behind him. "Mr. Sankou Ryūō?" "That's me. " The young man opposite him smiled and nodded. "Heh, I was already quite surprised when I heard the famous leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi was the same age as me. Seeing him today, he's not the burly man I imagined; he looks like a scholar. That surprises me even more." "Nothing to be surprised about. Heroes have always emerged from among the young. Mr. Hou is quite a handsome young man." "Hmph," Hou Longtao took out a cigarette and lit it. "Let's not stand on ceremony. I'm here today for 'Hua Lang.' I hope the Yamaguchi-gumi leader can give me face and let me take him away. Consider it a mutual respect between heroes." "Mr. Hou, you heard I'm going to use him to appease the dead tomorrow?" "Yes." "Then how could I possibly hand him over to you? He killed several of my brothers. Those two," Yamaguchi Longtao pointed to the Xingyue sisters behind Hou Longtao, "also killed my brothers, but at least they served different masters. I can let it go; that's already giving Mr. Hou a lot of face." "'Hua Lang' is a traitor, a backstabber. Mr. Hou, you shouldn't force me." " Chief Sankou, appearances can be deceiving. I won't consider you a good person just because you look like a weak scholar. Ultimately, you lead the underworld for money. You lost seven men, and I'll give each of them two hundred thousand US dollars. Hand over 'Hua Lang' to me, and we'll all be satisfied." "I don't know how underground societies operate in China, but in Japan, everything is governed by rules. 'Hua Lang' has committed a grave offense; no amount of money can buy his life." Sankou Longhuang's tone was calm, yet carried an unyielding force. "If I let him go, the Sankou Group won't be able to survive in Japan." "Mr. Sankou has a point, but our positions are different, and I believe we can't reach an agreement." Hou Longtao lowered his head, looking at the man opposite him over his glasses. "You see I brought so many people; you know I won't give up until I achieve my goal." " You've patiently spent so much time talking to me, you must be waiting for your men to deploy, right?" "Mr. Hou has a good eye," Sankou Ryuu didn't show any surprise, he had never underestimated Hou Longtao's intelligence, "This is the foundation of the Sankou Group, your dozen or so men can't amount to much, can they? If you walk out now, I can pretend you were never here." This place was called a meeting room, but in reality, all four walls were made of paper, a typical Japanese style. If someone was outside, the people inside would definitely be able to see the shadows. As soon as Sankou Ryuu finished speaking, the sound of socks hitting the wooden floor echoed in the corridors on both sides, and soon a row of figures appeared on the paper wall. The two large sliding doors behind him opened, and a group of men in black suits holding Japanese swords stood there, probably dozens or twenty. "I take back what I just said, I'm really sorry, Mr. Hou, you don't have a chance to leave." "Sankou Longhuang's tone remained calm, showing no arrogance despite his opponent being trapped. He gently waved his hands forward. Twenty men in black suits, brandishing knives, rushed in from outside, dividing the room into groups of ten, using the long table as a dividing line. The two men who had been standing behind Sankou Longhuang leaped onto the table, their katanas drawn, and charged straight at Hou Longtao. The ten 'Dongxing' security guards swiftly surrounded Hou Longtao, but they didn't block his view. Yuzi stood outside the circle, motionless. Zhiji moved to the left, Huiji to the right..." Feng Yun leaped onto the table and charged at the two Japanese men. She deftly removed her leather trench coat and flung it at them. The two assassins swiftly sliced the coat into three pieces with their knives. Although their forward momentum appeared undiminished, their rhythm was actually disrupted. Taking advantage of this brief opening, Feng Yun leaned back, using the fall to propel herself onto the enemies' shinbones. Both assassins were thrown face-down into the air, landing sprawling on the long table. Feng Yun twisted and grabbed the wrist of the man on the right, twisting it sharply. "Ah!" the man screamed in agony; his wrist was clearly broken, and he could no longer hold his knife. Feng Yun easily snatched the Japanese sword, slammed her left hand on the table, and lifted herself a few centimeters off the surface. A gust of wind swept beneath her, and the man on the left, indeed too close to swing his sword vertically, could only parry horizontally.

Missing his first strike, the assassin on the left, without even getting up, immediately twisted his wrist, pushing the blade upwards.
Feng Yun, using a sudden burst of strength, rolled backwards, kneeling on the table, gripping the hilt with both hands, and thrust the blade diagonally forward. The tip entered the assassin's neck from the left and exited under his armpit.
The assassin on the right, sweating profusely from the pain, had just struggled to prop himself up with his left hand when Feng Yun caught the knife from the left assassin, stood up, and swung the knife vertically downwards, piercing his back and pinning him to the table.
Although the Xingyue sisters had to deal with more people than Feng Yun, they actually had it incredibly easy. Their opponents were just a group of ordinary thugs. They disarmed them immediately and, like two butterflies flitting among flowers, left trails of blood wherever they went, finishing the battle almost simultaneously with Feng Yun.
Twenty-two of his men were dead in a minute or two, but Sankou Ryūhō's smile remained unchanged. "Again."
More than forty ninjas burst through the walls from both sides, but didn't attack.
This time it was Sankou Ryūhō's turn to be surprised. He expected his men to appear, but instead, masked men came in.
"Yunyun, go and invite him over." Hou Longtao rubbed his nose; the room reeked of blood.
Sankou Ryūhō immediately regained his composure, looking up as the woman on the table gradually approached him. His hand, which had been under the table, suddenly rose, holding a pistol.
Feng Yun reacted incredibly quickly. The man's shoulder twitched, and she lunged forward.
Sankou Ryūhō leaned back, hooking his feet on the edge of the table, using the chair legs for support, causing the woman to miss her target. The gun was pressed squarely against her forehead.
"Don't do anything rash!" Hou Longtao immediately jumped up, unable to sit still.
"Bang."
"Hmm." Feng Yun tensed.
"Hahaha." Sankou Longhuang burst into wild laughter.
When Hou Longtao heard that sound, he felt as if he had been thrown into an ice cave, his whole body turning ice-cold. It took him a few seconds to realize that the sound came from the other person's mouth. "You bastard." "
Mr. Hou, you're so impatient? Is this girl your girlfriend?"
"My wife."
"What does she do? She's so skilled."
"A retired PLA reconnaissance soldier."
"Hmph," Sankou Longhuang slowly stood up and began to back away, his gun still pointed at Feng Yun's head. He retreated to the door, reached out and pulled a naked, battered man from behind it, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up. He then wrapped his left hand around the man's neck, using him to completely cover his body, leaving only half his face exposed. "The Imperial Army should have slaughtered all the Chinese pigs back then."
The wounded man had been unconscious, only waking up when his hair was pulled. Seeing the corpses lying on the ground, missing limbs and disemboweled, he immediately urinated, trembling like a leaf. "I...I really...I'm really not the person you're looking for. I swear to God, I really...I'm not."
Hou Longtao noticed the man's Japanese wasn't fluent. "Chinese?"
"Yes...yes, I'm Chinese. I'm just a foreign student, not some...some kind of assassin."
Hou Longtao turned to look at Yuzi.
“It’s him,” Yu Zi looked up again. “Last night when I came to scout ahead, I heard two lookouts say he’s ‘Hua Lang.’”
“Heh heh, this kid has never admitted it,” Sankou Ryu clenched his left hand. “He’s incredibly good at pretending. Hmph, to conceal his identity, he even faked incontinence. Only a world-renowned assassin could do that.”
“I didn’t, I didn’t,” “Hua Lang” heard Hou Longtao’s men speaking Japanese and assumed they were in cahoots with the Sankou group. “I really didn’t kill any of your people. I’ve always been very friendly to Japanese people. How could I kill a Japanese person? Really, my father’s name is Zhang Licheng. He’s the editor-in-chief of the People’s Daily of China. He has always condemned the unfriendly behavior of Chinese people towards the great Yamato people. He taught me to treat Japanese people like brothers. Really.”
“Do you know me?”
"Hua Lang" looked Hou Longtao carefully. "I'm not wearing my glasses, so I can't see clearly. I don't think I've seen him before."
Hou Longtao nodded. "Chief of the Sankou Clan, what are your plans now?"
Sankou Longhuang remained calm and confident. "I admit you won today, but I haven't been completely defeated. I'm taking him away now, and I'll kill him at his funeral tomorrow. That's my top priority right now. If you leave Japan tomorrow, I have nothing to say. If you don't leave tomorrow, he will be your role model, and you'll never be able to leave Japan."
"Sigh..." Hou Longtao sighed. "I wonder if it's worth dying for face. No need for Chief Sankou to worry. Yuzi, take them both out."
Although Sankou Longhuang didn't know Hou Longtao very well, he could tell from Hou Longtao's courage in venturing into the lion's den today that he was a man of great loyalty. He firmly believed that as long as he had "Hua Lang" as a hostage, he would be able to escape unscathed. So when he heard Hou Longtao's order, he momentarily thought he had misheard and didn't react immediately. The
"Charming Ninjas" were different. They only knew how to obey their master's orders. The few seconds of hesitation from the other party were enough. More than fifty ninjas, plus Yuzi, attacked simultaneously. Hundreds of four-cornered steel darts flew towards the two men outside the sliding door with lightning speed.
That day, Yuzi used these darts to knock the knife out of Feixue's hand.
"Hua Lang" instantly transformed into a giant "porcupine." Although only half of Sankou Longhuang's head was visible, the sheer number of hidden weapons was overwhelming; seven or eight darts were embedded in his small face.
"If I'd known you had so many capable helpers, I wouldn't have come," Feng Yun said, flipping off the table.
"Hmph," Hou Longtao said, leading the blood-soaked woman outside, "I hadn't even recruited them when I asked you to come. Besides, I didn't bring you here just to be my bodyguard."
About ten minutes after everyone had left, the bodies of Sankou Longhuang and "Hua Lang" finally lay on their backs on the ground.
In the following days, headlines like "Yakuza Headquarters Massacred," "Yakuza Longhuang Killed," "Japan's Second Largest Yakuza Group Suffers Major Blow," and "Experts Say Yakuza Chief Died at the Hands of Ninjas" appeared on the front pages of major Japanese newspapers and magazines. Even other countries reported on it, making it a hot topic of conversation in Tokyo.
A climate of fear gripped the Japanese underworld, especially among organizations closely linked to the Yakuza. Whether it was revenge or the emergence of new members, everyone feared becoming the next target.
The Tokyo police investigation was stalled, as all those with inside information had direct vested interests in the "killer" and were unlikely to volunteer to expose him.
Zhang Licheng, already branded a "modern-day Wang Jingwei" (a notorious Chinese traitor), now not only had his son killed, but was also under secret investigation by the Japanese authorities because of his son's apparent connection to the Yakuza. It wasn't surprising that such an end came to those who served others; traitors deserve to be childless…
Yu Mei was efficient. Juntendo Hospital had contacted relevant government agencies in Beijing, and her delegation departed on Wednesday. On Friday night, she called Hou Longtao, and the two sides had reached a preliminary agreement on the location of the new hospital, near Liujiayao in Fengtai District…
November 23rd was a Sunday. That afternoon, Hou Longtao and Takeo Fukui signed the agreement for IIC's $7 billion investment in Honda, thus concluding his official business in Japan.
Meanwhile, in a smaller conference room at Honda headquarters, Tian Donghua and Honda representatives signed a ten-year contract for the supply of exhaust purifiers, with a supply volume no less than the production volume of all Acura models, CR-Vs, and Gold Wing motorcycles.
Representatives from the Dongxing Group needed to stay in Tokyo for a while longer; their negotiations with Toyota had just begun. Although the framework of the contract had been decided before the meeting, specific details still needed to be discussed on a mutually beneficial basis.
Major Japanese media outlets reported on the cooperation between IIC and Honda on Sunday evening. On Monday morning, as soon as the Tokyo stock market opened, Honda's stock opened high and continued to rise sharply. Those who had sold their Honda shares at a loss earlier could only watch as others made a fortune.
A dozen hours later, the same thing happened on the New York Stock Exchange as in Tokyo. At this rate, Honda's stock price would soon recover to pre-scandal levels, and the contract with IIC was like a shot in the arm.
On Monday morning, the IIC delegation returning from Japan appeared at Beijing Capital International Airport. Accompanying them were the Xingyue sisters, Xiang Nai, Feng Yun, and security guards from "Dongxing." These people traveled in first class, while Hou Longtao and his colleagues could only travel in business class.
Those "Sakura Meiren" wouldn't be arriving in China for some time.
Only one driver from IIC and one driver from "Dongxing" came to pick them up at the airport. Hou Longtao's wives didn't show up to avoid unnecessary trouble, nor did his brothers and friends, knowing his first stop would be Ru Yun's small building.
Hou Longtao dismissed the IIC people and went to pull Feng Yun aside, "Come with me."
"No need, my dad has already sent someone to pick me up," Feng Yun said, gesturing with her chin towards a nearby Class A car.
“Just let him go back.”
“Hmph, what did I tell you?”
“How could you…” Hou Longtao frowned, “You’re doing fine with Ru Yan, Zhi Ji, and Hui Ji, can’t you try to accept other people?”
“I won’t be with other women.”
“No need, I just want you to be friends.”
“Some other time,” Feng Yun smiled, walked towards “A6”, then turned back, “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Sigh…” Hou Longtao sighed, he knew these things couldn’t be forced, “Hey, let’s have lunch together tomorrow, call your sister too.”
“Okay.” Feng Yun nodded at the man and got into the car.
Hou Longtao took the other three women to the parking lot, drove an H2 that his men had stored there beforehand, and called everyone along the way.
When they arrived at Ru Yun’s house, it was just past 3:00, only He Liping and Situ Qingying were there, the others were at work or school, and hadn’t returned yet.
"Are you cold?" He Liping held the man's hand with one hand and stroked his cheek with the other, looking at his face carefully. It had been almost a month since they last met, and she had missed him terribly.
"It's just a short walk." Hou Longtao tightly embraced the beautiful mature woman's curvaceous body, burying his face in her neck, saying nothing, only inhaling her fragrance.
"Ah..." He Liping held the man's head, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back slightly, her expression one of pure bliss.
Situ Qingying came downstairs, seemingly ignoring the people in the living room, and walked straight to the garage.
Hou Longtao heard footsteps and looked up. "Qingying."
"You're back? Pretty early." The girl greeted her casually, without stopping.
"Go on." He Liping released the man and kissed him on the lips.
"Introduce yourselves," Hou Longtao said, gesturing to the sisters, Xiangnai and Xingyue, who had been standing rather reservedly to the side. He then followed them into the garage, grabbing Situ Qingying's hand. "What's wrong? Are you unhappy I'm back?"
Situ Qingying shook off his hand, neither turning around nor speaking.
"It's just..."

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