Come meet me in person
Ken Yamamoto, a yakuza who fled to Korea to escape the wrath, returned to Japan and united the yakuza in chaos.
Thanks to holding my hand, he was able to quickly take control of the Japanese underworld.
Although there were still some small organizations left, none of them were strong enough to challenge the Yamaguchi-gumi led by Ken Yamamoto.
Koizumi knew that the yakuza were involved in the coup and thoroughly suppressed them.
They arrested yakuza by further strengthening the already enacted anti-yakuza law.
However, Koizumi, who took my advice, did not touch Yamaguchi-gumi.
Because of this, there were rumors that only Yamaguchi-gumi members were not arrested, but Ken Yamamoto put an end to these rumors by occasionally handing over mid-level bosses to the police.
In this way, Ken Yamamoto gradually grew in size.
Soon after, the three major Japanese organizations, Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshikai, and Inagawakai, all except Yamaguchi-gumi had their leaders arrested and most of their members arrested, reducing their power.
Now, the Japanese underworld was nothing more than the Yamaguchi-gumi's exclusive stage.
The headquarters of Yamaguchi-gumi, where the master of the Japanese underworld resides, was in Kobe City in the Kansai region.
The vehicle carrying me slowly approached the headquarters.
Yakuza members were waiting in front of the main gate.
"From here on out, it's private property. Go back."
The member of the organization that stopped us knocked on the driver's window and said.
Director Ma looked back at me and then got out of the car.
"I came to see Yamamoto. Open the way."
"Yamamoto?"
The yakuza tilted their heads at the name Yamamoto.
Soon, he remembered that it was the boss's name and shouted.
"Hey! Oyabun is your friend? This kid knows where this place is and he's acting crazy! Does he have ten lives? Do you want to die?"
I felt pressured because of his size.
But Director Ma paid no attention to the yakuza's threats and raised the corners of his mouth as he spoke.
"Send a message inside. Tell Yamamoto that we have guests from Korea, and he'll understand."
"You crazy bastard! Why don't you get out of here right now? Do you think Oyabun is someone who meets just anyone? This is your final warning. Get back."
Perhaps because the door was open, I could clearly hear the conversation between the two people.
It was my fault for coming without contacting you, but it doesn't seem like you're responding very well either.
Because you're making a stupid guy who doesn't have the skills to be a janitor be one.
"What's wrong, Masao?"
Another yakuza approached and glanced at Chief Ma.
"Brother! This crazy kid is calling Oyabun's name and telling me to open the way."
"what?"
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The new yakuza looked Chief Ma up and down and spoke in a subdued voice.
"The president doesn't have any appointments today. I don't know who it is, but he should go back."
"I told you to put a message inside. Do as I say so you won't regret it later."
The new yakuza paused for a moment at the sight of Chief Ma, perhaps more perceptive than the gatekeeper.
He scratched his head while looking at Director Ma repeatedly, as if his confident appearance was a bit uncomfortable.
"There seems to be something, but we have to follow the manual. Go back immediately. Or you will see blood."
"Do you really have to see blood to call Yamamoto?"
"Do you know where this is and say such things? If you want to commit suicide, go somewhere else and do it."
The gatekeeper intervened as he saw the car with dark tinted windows.
"Go back with your master."
As Director Ma was about to say something again, I opened the car door and got out.
"Sir."
"Yes, boss."
"What went wrong?"
Let's talk in Korean, the yakuza said with a hollow laugh.
"What is it? Is it Joseon-jing?"
"Joseonjing? Are you talking to me?"
He asked with his eyebrows furrowed at the word "Joseonjing." I thought he was perceptive, but he's urging me on.
"Yeah. You! That Joseon-jing bastard, where are you coming from? Hey, Masao! Rub it and send it back."
"Yes, bro!"
The gatekeeper, Masao, turned his head from side to side and came towards me.
He came closer and swung his fist, but his hand did not touch my body.
It was because Director Ma grabbed his hand.
"Oh my. You don't know the owner very well."
Contrary to his leisurely words, he was struggling to pull his fist out, but Chief Ma's face was extremely calm. The gap in strength was clearly felt.
Director Ma looked at me as if asking for permission, and I nodded.
As soon as permission was granted, Director Ma tightened his grip.
Masao, his face distorted, groaned in pain and swung his free hand wildly.
"Kwaaah! Let go! Don't let go of this!?"
Director Ma avoided it by slightly moving his body and threw Masao away.
Masao, who had fallen backwards, immediately got up and ran towards Director Ma while roaring like an angry bull.
Director Ma slightly turned his head to the side to avoid the fist flying towards his face, and then used his strength to strike Masao in the face.
The nose bleeds with an eerie sound, as if it had been hit squarely in the nose. Judging by the fact that the nose is bent in an odd direction, it seems like the nasal bone has collapsed.
However, Masao continued to attack Director Ma, seemingly unable to feel pain due to his anger.
Masao, who had rushed at him so many times, eventually knelt down without even reaching Director Ma.
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The once fierce face was so distorted that it was difficult to even recognize its shape.
"Hey, you crazy bastard······."
The man who had incited Masao stuttered when he saw the sight.
"Are you guys really trying to die? Why are you doing this here! On the day I work!"
"Put your contacts inside. Then you won't get hurt anymore."
"This is the headquarters!"
While the two were fighting, a swarm of yakuza suddenly came out of the buildings around the headquarters, as if they had made contact.
The man who saw that sight became very proud and started to laugh.
"If you leave now, I'll give you something to spare. An arm? Or a leg? Just choose one."
"What's going on?"
One of the yakuza who had gathered asked the man.
"These crazy guys are making such a fuss about seeing the president. And they're all Joseon-jing bastards."
"Huh? Your name is Oyabun?"
There appeared to be at least 50 yakuza coming out of the building.
It seemed like they weren't all the people guarding the headquarters, but rather the emergency standby personnel.
"We need to find out where that kid came from, so let's take care of it first."
"yes!"
At that moment, the bodyguards who had been following me got out of the security vehicle.
The bodyguards who got out of the car quickly gathered behind Chief Ma.
The ten or so bodyguards laughed at the yakuza crowding in front of them.
"Is this a yakuza den or a pig den? Sir. What are these guys doing? What are they trying to do without any fear?"
Director Ma did not respond.
The bodyguard also cracked his fingers and relaxed his body, as if he was expecting an answer.
"It's been a while since I've warmed up. Should I subdue you?"
As Director Ma nodded, the bodyguard chuckled and shouted.
"Suppress them! Everyone, take out your batons!"
At those words, the rest of the bodyguards took out their batons from their waists and unfolded them in unison.
"What the heck! These kids!"
The yakuza who saw the baton took out a sword from their bosom.
"Don't take out your knives. Our kids' eyes will roll back if they see a blade."
"What are you saying in Japanese!"
The bodyguard spoke in Korean, and the yakuza responded in Japanese.
It was a total mess.
"Did you hear what the director said? Don't kill him, subdue him!"
"You dare to set up shop in our area? Kill them all!"
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50 against 10.
A battle began with a numerical disadvantage.
Chief Ma watched the fight from my side with his subordinate who was driving.
"Ugh!"
"Eww! My arm!"
The bodyguards rushed towards the yakuza running towards them with swords drawn.
The yakuza resisted with swords, but were not affected by the baton-wielding bodyguards.
Every time the bodyguards struck down their batons, the yakuza would fall with a sound of bones breaking.
Because there were so many people, it took quite some time to subdue them all.
"Sir, please contact Korea and ask them to contact Yamamoto."
"Yes, boss."
The commander who received the order took out his cell phone from his bosom. While he contacted Cheonha Group, I watched the fight.
Although there were few in number, they were people who protected me from close range.
The elite that Director Ma had trained and trained were not at the level of a group of 50 yakuza.
When there were more people lying down than standing, the yakuza rushed out of the building again. All of them were holding swords in their hands.
The bodyguard who had asked Director Ma a while ago muttered and laughed in vain at that absurd sight.
"It's not like it's some kind of cockroach den, they keep coming out."
The brawl begins again.
The bodyguards also suffered injuries to their arms and legs one by one, but they were eventually able to subdue most of them.
All of the yakuza, except for about ten, fell to the ground, bleeding.
At that time, the bodyguards also seemed quite tired and were breathing heavily.
bang!
A gunshot was heard.
"Everyone stop! These kids don't know moderation!"
As soon as the gunshots were heard, the bodyguards instinctively rushed toward me and surrounded me.
The man who had fired a gun into the sky at that sight pointed the gun at us and spoke.
"Everyone, drop your weapons! Before a hole appears in your head!"
The bodyguards couldn't understand a thing because he was speaking in Japanese.
They surrounded me, looked around cautiously, and only stared at the man.
"Don't put down your weapons! Do you all want to die?"
The man with the gun shouted with a face like a demon.
There were already dozens of yakuza rolling around on the floor.
Just by that, the people guarding the entrance to the headquarters were dead, so it was understandable that their eyes rolled back.
But that crossed the line.
"Sir."
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Director Ma nodded at my call and put his hand into his suit pocket. The gun barrel gleamed through the black suit.
He advanced past the bodyguards and shot the man holding the gun in the hand without warning.
bang!
"Eww!"
The man who had dropped the gun grabbed his own hand.
Blood was flowing out of the hand that had been pierced by the bullet.
As gunshots rang out again, yakuza rushed out of the building again.
There were about ten of them, all holding guns in their hands in a relaxed manner.
None of us had guns except for Chief Ma.
The tallest-looking man among the gun-wielding yakuza looked down at his subordinate, who was kneeling on the floor and clutching his hand, with eyes filled with contempt.
Then he turned his head towards us and spoke to Chief Ma, who was aiming his gun at us.
"If you don't want to be a beehive, put your gun down."
The man's face was filled with leisure.
Chief Ma did not put down his gun despite the yakuza's words and just stood in front of me calmly.
"Sir."
Chief Ma turned his head towards me. He looked like he wasn't going to back down until I gave him the order.
"It's okay, put the gun down. You don't have to push yourself too hard."
At my command, Chief Ma lowered his gun. Seeing that, the man asked again.
"The guy at the back must be the leader. What kind of bastard sent him?"
Chief Ma said, putting the gun away.
"I came to see Yamamoto. But he suddenly attacked me. That's why I'm in this situation now."
Director Ma said it as if it was nothing.
"What? Yamamoto? Are you talking about the president?"
"Yes. Ken Yamamoto."
"Ha······. Has this crazy kid really lost his mind? Does he think the president can meet just anyone he wants to meet?!"
"Call me. Just tell me that a guest has arrived from Korea."
"Shut up! The president is talking about the likes of you······."
At that moment, the door to the headquarters, which had been tightly closed, opened.
"Hey! Everyone get out of the way!"
It wasn't Yamamoto who dragged out the yakuza.
The men holding guns also stepped aside and hid their guns behind their backs.
The man who came out clicked his tongue when he saw the yakuza henchmen rolling around on the floor. Then he came over to us and asked.
"Are you a guest from Korea?"
Director Ma simply nodded without answering.
"Are you the person named Maseokdae?"
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Director Ma nodded again. Now there's someone who can communicate.
He spoke to me, surrounded by bodyguards.
"Are you President Kim Mu-hyeok?"
I instructed my bodyguards to get out of the way and stepped forward.
"you're right."
"I'll invite you inside. He asked only President Kim Mu-hyeok and Mr. Ma Seok-dae to come in."
"Yamamoto didn't come out himself and told me to come in?"
"Yes. That is what you instructed."
I laughed out loud. Has this kid forgotten who I am?
Or is it because I have a big head that I am not considered?
"Tell Yamamoto to come out now. He should come to see me himself. Otherwise, he should go back. He should also tell him that he will never come to see me again."
The man's face distorted at my request, but I just crossed my arms and stared at him.
'We need to make it clear exactly who is above.'
< Come meet me in person > End
< This is not a request, it is an instruction >