latelenovela Chapter 660 Can't you see? We are the bad guys
Chapter 660 Can't you see? We are the bad guys
China, Northeast China, Fengtian City.
A few years ago, Fengtian was renamed Shenyang by Young Marshal Zhang, but in 1932, after the Japanese occupied the three northeastern provinces, the Japanese changed the name back to Fengtian City.
Fengtian City is one of the important cities in the Northeast economy, and it is also one of the cities that suffered the longest and most severe oppression from the Japanese.
At the same time, it is also the headquarters of the Black Dragon Society in China.
The Black Dragon Society was the first force to enter China following the Japanese army.
It can be said that it takes longer than the Manchuria Railway.
After the Japanese occupied the Northeast, they were unable to completely conquer the people here by relying solely on the army.
Therefore, the local Black Dragon Society organized a group of ronin to enter China, and slowly took root here under the pretext of coordinating public security.
Later, with the establishment of the puppet state of Manchukuo, the Black Dragon Society also gained considerable benefits here.
In Fengtian City, inside a luxurious building, the newly appointed Black Dragon Society's Asia Business Department Director Hisasaku Furukawa heaved a long sigh of relief after signing the last document.
As he stroked the leather seat of the business director with both hands, a look of loss appeared on Hisasaku Furukawa's face.
That’s right, he got this position by betraying his friends for more than ten years.
But so what? What matters is that your choice is not wrong.
Between Yoshisaburo Yamamoto and Chen Yang, he chose Chen Yang because he knew his brother too well.
I am too ambitious to lose...
He had reminded Yamamoto Yoshisaburo long ago that he must exercise restraint and not throw all his chips away.
However, he didn't listen. From the moment Yamamoto Yoshisaburo pledged his 3% equity to Huafu Fund, Furukawa Hisasaku knew that he was doomed to lose.
So, Hisasaku Furukawa found Nakamura Nako without hesitation and proposed to cooperate with Chen Yang.
Facts have proved that Chen Yang is indeed a trustworthy man. After Yamamoto Yoshisaburo's death, he got the position of the Black Dragon Society's Asian Business Director as he wished.
But he was still a little short of fulfilling Chen Yang's promise, which was the position of director of the Black Dragon Society.
However, this cannot be rushed. It will have to wait until the annual board meeting before Chen Yang can nominate him to join the board.
Becoming a director of the Black Dragon Society and taking the position of head of the Asian Business Department, in Hisasaku Furukawa's opinion, this should be the ceiling for ordinary people.
It is impossible to go further, unless you are like Chen Yang, who has a backer like the president's wife.
Knock, knock, knock. The sudden knock on the door interrupted Hisasaku Furukawa's thoughts.
"Come in." Hisasaku Furukawa sat back in the leather seat and said softly.
"Minister Furukawa, your wife called and asked if you could go home early. She has prepared dinner for you." Secretary Yoshiko Nishida pushed the door open and said respectfully.
Furukawa Hisasaku nodded slightly, stood up and said, "I have finished my work here, Miss Kako, please help me sort it out, I will go back first."
Nishida Yoshiko bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, just leave it to me."
"By the way, I have arranged for the driver to wait for you downstairs, take care,"
"Thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow." Hisasaku Furukawa picked up his coat, bowed slightly to Yoshiko Nishida, and walked out of the office quickly.
A luxurious villa on the south side of Fengtian City.
The driver dropped Hisasaku Furukawa off at his doorstep and then left.
When Hisasaku Furukawa opened the door, he felt a little strange. The sky was gradually getting dark, but there was no light in the house.
"Strange, didn't they say dinner was ready? Why aren't the lights on?" Furukawa Hisasaku muttered, took off his coat, slung it in his hand, and walked into the living room.
As soon as he turned on the light, Furukawa Hisasaku was shocked all over and his right hand subconsciously reached for his waist. However, before he had done half of the action, countless black gun muzzles were pointed at his head.
At this moment, a man was sitting in the middle of the living room. This man had a full beard, was estimated to be over 1.8 meters tall, had broad shoulders and a big waist, eyes like copper bells, and a long scar extending from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth.
No matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a good person.
"Who are you?" Furukawa Hisasaku slowly raised his hand and asked.
"Mr. Furukawa, can't you see that we are bad guys?" The man sitting in the middle of the living room replied with a smile.
Furukawa Hisasaku's heart skipped a beat and he asked hurriedly, "How did you get in? Where are my family members?"
The man stood up and laughed, "What a joke! How can you be a bad guy if you can't even get through the door when robbing a house?"
Hisasaku Furukawa's expression changed slightly, and he slowly said: "I am just a part-time worker. You can tell me what you want, and I will definitely give it to you with both hands."
The man clapped his hands and said, "It's really straightforward, Mr. Furukawa. The brothers can't even celebrate the New Year well. If you are willing to be kind, it would be great."
Furukawa Hisasaku walked up to the man, forced himself to calm down and said, "Big brother, please name a price."
The man held up a finger and said, "One million... Japanese yen."
Hisasaku Furukawa's face turned pale instantly and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You, who are you?"
"How do you know I have a million?"
The man stepped forward and patted Hisasaku Furukawa on the cheek and said, "We are here to collect a debt. You sold Yamamoto Yoshisaburo for one million, and now we are here to collect this debt."
"What is Yamamoto Yoshisaburo? I don't understand what you mean."
The visitor laughed: "Hahaha, Mr. Furukawa, it's meaningless to talk about this at this point."
"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. I have an old friend of yours here."
"Clap clap."
Applause broke out, and a figure in a suit slowly walked down the stairs.
This man was short, estimated to be only about 1.5 meters tall, and the burly man following him was at least 1.8 meters tall.
However, when Hisasaku Furukawa saw the thin figure, his whole body began to tremble.
"Mr. Yujiro, why are you here?"
Yoshikawa Yujiro walked up to Furukawa Hisasaku, looked at him coldly, and said slowly: "Mr. Furukawa, long time no see."
"Mr. Yujiro, please listen to my explanation. I have nothing to do with the death of Yamamoto Kichisaburo."
"He committed suicide. I don't know anything."
"Enough." Yamamoto Yujiro had no intention of listening to what Furukawa Hisasaku had to say.
“I’m not here to hear your explanation.”
"In fact, I don't hate you for killing Yamamoto Yoshisaburo. On the contrary, I am very grateful to you."
"However, let's be fair. We in the Yamamoto family have always been very fair. If you owe me money, you must pay it back. If you owe me a life, you must pay with the lives of your entire family."
"Bring me a knife..."
Three chapters are completed. If you pass by, please enjoy the electricity before leaving. The author is so grateful...