Hearing his father's questioning, Maruo Kameike replied: "Uncle Zhang is here. He has something important to discuss with us. Please come over."
On that day, Maruo and his son were forced to take the Hundred Poison Pills, and their lives were in the hands of the so-called Uncle Zhang. Now that he heard that the other party was coming, how could he dare to neglect, and said hurriedly: "You guys wait for a while, I will be there soon."
past."
After hanging up the phone, Maruo Kameike turned around and said respectfully: "Uncle Zhang, please sit down."
Ximen Lang was not polite, sitting swaggeringly on the boss's chair behind his desk, waiting for the arrival of another key figure, who wanted to reshuffle the cards and completely control Jihui.
In the office, Ximen Lang kept a straight face and said nothing, and dark clouds shrouded him. Maruo Kameike stood in the corner in silence, his legs trembling, and he was so frightened.
More than ten minutes passed, and rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor. Then, the door opened, and an old man as fat as a pig walked in. It was Marufu Zhaoqiong. The evil god who controlled the fate of their father and son summoned him, and he did not dare to neglect it.
, trotting all the way over, his bald head covered with dense beads of sweat.
As soon as he entered the door, Maruo Zhaoqiong glanced at the man behind the desk, a look of apology appeared on his face, and he hurriedly said: "I'm really sorry for keeping Uncle Zhang waiting for so long."
Ximen Lang glanced over with sharp eyes and sneered, "It won't be a big deal later. What I'm afraid of is that I don't know how I will die in the future..."
The implication in the words made Marufu Zhaoqiong panic, and said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Zhang, where do you start with this? You are a hero in the world, who has the courage to murder you?"
Ximenlang snorted coldly: "Ask your son, he knows what's going on."
Marufu Zhaoqiong became more and more confused. He turned to look at his son and asked: "Tell me, what happened?"
"This..." Maruo Kamechi lowered his head and said in shame, "I deserve to die...I..."
One after another, he told the story of how he was greedy for beauty, which led to him being captured by the Yamaguchi-gumi, and how he had no choice but to rebel when his life was at stake.
Marufu Zhaoqiong was shocked. Although he agreed with his son's approach, after all, Turtle Chi could come back alive this way, but there were still difficulties to overcome at the moment. Ximenlang was watching eagerly. If anything went wrong, the other party would have to take away their father.
Both lives are in danger.
Thinking of this, Marufu Zhaoqiong looked furious, moved his fat body and rushed over, cursing: "Asshole, what a good thing you did..." He raised his arm and slapped his son more than ten times in the mouth.
Maruo Kamechi was beaten so hard that his eyes were covered with stars. His head was covered and he turned around. His face was as red and swollen as a pig's head. He heard his father shouting sternly: "You beast, why don't you kneel down and apologize to Uncle Zhang?" He hurriedly said.
He turned around, fell to his knees with a plop, and begged repeatedly, "Uncle Zhang, it's all my fault... Please let me go..."
Ximen Lang said in a cold voice: "Let you go, that's easy to say. Because of your fault, I was almost assassinated by the Yamaguchi-gumi. You deserved to die..."
After hearing this, Maruo Kameike was even more frightened. While begging for mercy, he began to kowtow, his forehead touching the floor, making a banging sound like pounding garlic.
Seeing his son acting like this, Maruno Zhaoqiong also begged to help him, "Uncle Zhang, my son knows how to eat, drink and have fun. He doesn't have a big job. He is greedy for life and afraid of death... Please be noble and let him go."
A look of contempt flashed through Ximen Langxing's eyes, and he said disdainfully: "Why are such people still hanging out on the underworld? In my opinion, you'd better retire early and take care of yourself."
It was obvious that there was an overtone in his words. Marufu Zhaoqiong hurriedly asked: "Uncle Zhang, what do you mean?"
Ximenlang said solemnly: "Leave the Sumiyoshi Society to my direct control. I will use this organization to fight against the Yamaguchi-gumi. The war in the future will definitely be cruel and many people will die. You and your son should not get involved to avoid any harm."
.If you do this, I will let your son go, and you can immigrate abroad with your huge wealth and enjoy your life to the fullest."
Unexpectedly, the other party actually made such a request, asking the father and son to completely hand over Sumiyoshikai. For a moment, Maruo Kameike stopped kowtowing and tilted his head to look at his father. The father and son looked at each other.
To be honest, Maruo Kameike doesn't have any objections to this decision. As long as he can save his life, he can't care too much. His father, Maruo Teruqiong, has complicated emotions and has all kinds of emotions. After all, Sumiyoshi Association has contained so much of his hard work, and now it has been handed over to him.
Man, he has too much reluctance to let go.
Next to him, Ximen Lang observed his words and found that the old guy's face was extremely ugly. Guessing that the other party was unwilling, he said coldly: "What, the old leader doesn't agree?"
Marufu Zhaoqiong was startled and shook his head hurriedly, "No...no..."
Ximen Lang said: "Tokyo and even the entire RB will be full of bloodshed in the future. The old leader is already old. In my opinion, it is better not to wade into troubled waters. Otherwise, it will not end well, and the gain will outweigh the loss. Besides, my son is not suitable to work in this country."
You are a gangster on the street, there is no point in controlling the gang anymore."
Maruo Zhaoqiong was in a dilemma. Ximen Lang glanced at Maruo Kameike with murderous eyes. The other party was frightened and trembled involuntarily, as if he was shaking.
"You get up first." Ximen Lang ordered. He winked. After all this time, it's your turn. If you want to survive, just do what I said.
Maruo Kameike understood the meaning in his eyes and hurriedly enlightened his father, saying that Uncle Zhang's suggestion made sense and asked his father to agree.
Maruo Teruqiong also understood that the reason why his son was so anxious was because the young man behind the desk was too ruthless. If the two of them did not cooperate, they would easily be killed on the spot. Based on this, he sighed and said helplessly:
"Okay, just do what Uncle Zhang said."
You must be aware of the current affairs, otherwise, I will go on a killing spree. Seeing that the father and son agreed, Ximen Lang said: "This is best. Now, you call all the senior leaders of the Sumiyoshi Association over and explain the matter clearly to these people.
They follow my orders."
Maruo Zhaoqiong said with some worry: "My capable men are all desperadoes. Uncle Zhang, you were not a member of our Sumiyoshi-kai before. Now that you are the leader, they may not surrender to you."
Ximen Lang said disapprovingly: "It doesn't matter, you and your son just need to gather them together, and leave the rest to me. I have a way."
Marufu Zhaoqiong replied: "Yes, we will do it right away."
The stone hanging in Maruo Kamechi's heart fell to the ground, and like a loyal hunting dog, he summoned the high-level leaders and asked them to go to the conference room...