Free Web NovelYamamoto Ken, the yakuza who had fled to Korea to avoid the flames of war, returned to Japan and unified the yakuza world that had fallen into chaos.
Thanks to taking my hand, he had swiftly seized control of Japan’s underworld.
There were still minor organizations left, but none of them were at a level where they could challenge the Yamaguchi-gumi led by Yamamoto Ken.
Koizumi knew that the yakuza had been involved in the coup and carried out a thorough crackdown.
He strengthened the already-enacted Anti-Gang Act and arrested yakuza members en masse.
However, following my advice, Koizumi did not lay a hand on the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Because of that, rumors spread that only Yamaguchi-gumi members were being spared from arrest. But Yamamoto Ken periodically handed over mid-level bosses to the police, quietly suppressing those rumors.
And so, Yamamoto Ken gradually expanded his power.
Before long, among Japan’s three major organizations — Yamaguchi-gumi, Sumiyoshi-kai, and Inagawa-kai — all except Yamaguchi-gumi saw their bosses arrested and the majority of their members detained, drastically shrinking their influence.
Now, Japan’s underworld was practically the exclusive stage of Yamaguchi-gumi.
The headquarters of Yamaguchi-gumi, where the ruler of Japan’s underworld resided, was located in Kobe, in the Kansai region.
The vehicle carrying me slowly approached the headquarters.
Yakuza members were waiting in front of the main gate.
“This is private property from here. Turn back.”
One of them knocked on the driver’s window as he spoke.
Manager Ma turned to look at me, then stepped out of the car.
“We’re here to see Yamamoto. Open the way.”
“Yamamoto?”
At the mention of the name, the yakuza tilted his head.
Then, as if remembering that it was the boss’s name, he shouted angrily.
“Hey! Is the oyabun your buddy or something? Do you even know where you are, you bastard? Got ten lives or something? You wanna die?”
With his bulky frame scowling, the pressure was palpable.
But Manager Ma simply curled his lips upward, completely unfazed by the threat.
“Send word inside. Just tell Yamamoto a guest from Korea has arrived. He’ll understand.”
“You crazy bastard! Not leaving? The oyabun isn’t someone just anyone gets to see. Last warning. Turn back.”
Thanks to the door being open, their conversation was crystal clear.
It was our fault for coming without prior contact, but their response wasn’t exactly impressive either.
They had put someone too stupid to be a gatekeeper in charge of guarding the gate.
“What’s going on, Masao?”
Another yakuza approached, glancing at Manager Ma.
“Brother! This crazy bastard is calling the oyabun by name and demanding we open the gate.”
“What?”
The newcomer scanned Manager Ma from head to toe, then spoke in a low voice.
“The President has no appointments today. I don’t know who you are, but go back.”
“I told you to send word inside. Don’t regret it later. Do as you’re told.”
The newcomer seemed sharper than the first gatekeeper. He hesitated briefly, clearly unsettled by Manager Ma’s confidence.
Scratching his head as he kept eyeing him, he muttered,
“There might be something going on, but we have to follow protocol. Leave now. Or there will be blood.”
“Do you really need to see blood before calling Yamamoto?”
“Do you know where you’re standing? If you want to kill yourself, go somewhere else.”
Looking at the heavily tinted vehicle, the gatekeeper cut in.
“Take your master and leave.”
Just as Manager Ma was about to speak again, I opened the car door and stepped out.
“Manager.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Not going well?”
As we spoke in Korean, one of the yakuza snorted.
“What, a Korean bastard?”
“Korean bastard? Were you speaking to me?”
I narrowed my eyes at the slur. I thought they at least had some sense, but he seemed eager to shorten his own lifespan.
“Yeah, you! What’s a Korean bastard bastard doing here? Hey, Masao! Rough him up and send him back.”
“Yes, brother!”
The gatekeeper called Masao cracked his neck side to side and approached me.
As he got close, he suddenly threw a punch — but his fist never reached me.
Manager Ma had caught his wrist.
“Wow. You protect your master well.”
Though Masao struggled desperately to pull his fist free, Manager Ma’s face remained perfectly calm. The gap in strength was obvious.
Manager Ma glanced at me, silently asking for permission. I nodded.
The moment approval was given, he tightened his grip.
Masao’s face twisted grotesquely as a groan of pain escaped him. With his free hand, he swung wildly.
“Aaagh! Let go! Let go of me!”
Manager Ma simply leaned slightly back to avoid it, then flung Masao aside.
Masao sprang back up immediately and charged like an enraged bull.
Manager Ma tilted his head slightly, dodging the incoming punch, and drove his fist straight into Masao’s face.
A sickening crack rang out as blood burst from his nose. Judging by the unnatural angle, his nasal bone had collapsed.
But perhaps too blinded by rage to feel pain, Masao kept charging.
After several futile attempts, he finally dropped to his knees, never having landed a single hit.
His once-menacing face was now so mangled it was barely recognizable.
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The man who had egged Masao on stammered at the sight.
“Are you trying to get yourselves killed? Why the hell are you causing trouble here? Of all days, on my shift?!”
“Call inside. Then no one else gets hurt.”
“Shut up, you son of a bitch! This is our territory. The headquarters! You’re dead.”
While they were fighting, word must have been sent inside, because suddenly yakuza poured out from nearby buildings.
Seeing them, the man sneered arrogantly.
“If you leave now, I’ll spare you. An arm? Or a leg? Pick one.”
“What’s happening?”
One of the arriving yakuza asked.
“These lunatics say they want to see the President. And they’re just Korean bastard trash.”
“What? The oyabun?”
There had to be at least fifty of them.
They were likely emergency standby personnel, not the entire headquarters guard.
“Find out who sent them. Beat them first.”
“Yes!”
At that moment, guards from the escort vehicles that had followed me poured out.
They quickly formed up behind Manager Ma.
About ten of them, looking at the crowd of yakuza, smirked.
“Is this a yakuza den or a pigsty? Manager, what are these idiots trying to pull?”
Manager Ma didn’t answer.
The guard clearly hadn’t expected one, casually cracking his knuckles.
“Been a while since I stretched. Subdue them?”
Manager Ma nodded.
“He says subdue them! Everyone, batons out!”
At once, the guards pulled out and extended their batons in perfect unison.
“What the hell are these bastards?!”
The yakuza drew knives from their jackets.
“Maybe don’t pull knives? My boys get a little excited when they see blades.”
“What are you saying?! Speak Japanese, you bastard!”
The guards spoke Korean. The yakuza shouted in Japanese.
It was pure chaos.
“You heard the Manager! Don’t kill them — subdue!”
“How dare you rampage in our territory?! Kill them!”
Fifty versus ten.
The numerically inferior battle began.
Manager Ma and the driver who had been with him stood beside me, watching.
“Aaagh!”
“My arm!”
As knife-wielding yakuza rushed forward, the guards charged boldly.
The yakuza slashed in resistance, but against trained men wielding batons, it was ineffective.
Each time a baton came down, the sound of bones breaking echoed, and yakuza fell.
There were so many that it took time to subdue them all.
“Manager. Call Korea. Tell them to contact Yamamoto.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Manager Ma pulled out his mobile ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ phone.
While he contacted Chunha Group, I watched the fight.
They were few, but they were the men who guarded me at close range.
The elites Manager Ma had personally trained were not at a level to lose to fifty miscellaneous yakuza.
When more men were lying down than standing, more yakuza burst out of the building again — all holding knives.
At the absurd sight, one of the guards who had spoken earlier muttered with a laugh,
“What is this, a cockroach nest? They just keep coming.”
Another brawl erupted.
Though the guards sustained cuts to arms and legs, they eventually subdued most of them.
All but about ten yakuza lay bleeding on the ground.
The guards, breathing heavily, looked exhausted.
Then—
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
“Everyone stop! You bastards don’t know when to quit!”
The moment the shot was fired, the guards instinctively rushed toward me and surrounded me.
The man who had fired into the air pointed the gun at us.
“Drop your weapons! Before I put holes in your heads!”
He spoke in Japanese.
The guards didn’t understand a word.
They simply tightened their formation around me and stared at him.
“Drop them! Want to die?”
The man screamed, face twisted like a demon.
Dozens of yakuza were already writhing on the ground.
Even if they survived this, the gatekeepers were dead men walking. It wasn’t surprising their eyes had gone wild.
But this crossed the line.
“Manager.”
Manager Ma nodded and slipped his hand inside his suit jacket. The barrel of a gun glinted in the black fabric.
Stepping past the guards, he raised his weapon and, without warning, shot the gunman’s hand.
Bang!
“Argh!”
The pistol fell as the man clutched his hand, blood pouring from the bullet wound.
As another shot echoed, more yakuza rushed out from the building.
About ten of them, calmly holding guns.
Except for Manager Ma, none of us carried firearms.
Among them, a man who appeared to be the highest-ranking looked down contemptuously at the subordinate kneeling on the ground clutching his wounded hand.
Then he turned toward Manager Ma, who was still aiming.
“If you don’t want to turn into a beehive, lower your gun.”
His face was relaxed, confident.
Manager Ma did not lower his gun. He simply stood in front of me.
“Manager.”
He turned slightly toward me, clearly unwilling to retreat without orders.
“It’s fine. Lower it. No need to push it.”
At my instruction, Manager Ma lowered his weapon.
The man smirked.
“So the one in the back is the boss. Who sent you?”
Manager Ma tucked his gun away.
“We came to see Yamamoto. They attacked without warning. That’s why we’re here now.”
He spoke as if it were nothing.
“What? Yamamoto? You mean the President?”
“Yes. Yamamoto Ken.”
“Ha... This crazy bastard’s completely lost it. You think the President meets anyone who wants to see him?!”
“Send word inside. Just say a guest from Korea has arrived.”
“Shut up! The President wouldn’t meet trash like you—”
At that moment, the tightly shut headquarters doors opened.
“Hey! Everyone, move!”
The man who came out leading more yakuza was not Yamamoto.
Even the gunmen stepped aside, hiding their weapons behind them.
He clicked his tongue at the sight of his men sprawled across the ground, then approached us.
“Are you the guest from Korea?”
Manager Ma answered only with a nod.
“You must be Ma Seokdae.”
Manager Ma nodded again.
At last, someone who could speak properly.
The man looked toward me, surrounded by guards.
“Are you President Kim Muhyuk?”
I signaled the guards to step aside and walked forward.
“That’s correct.”
“I will escort you inside. President Kim Muhyuk and Ma Seokdae only.”
“So Yamamoto won’t come out himself? He told me to go in?”
“Yes. Those were his instructions.”
I let out a hollow laugh.
Has that bastard forgotten who I am?
Or has his head grown so big that I don’t even register anymore?
“Tell Yamamoto to come out now. I want him to receive me personally. Otherwise, I’m leaving. And tell him this will be the last time I ever come looking for him.” fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
The man’s face twisted at my demand.
But I simply crossed my arms and stared at him calmly.
‘He needs to understand exactly who stands above whom.’
