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Caesar chuckled and shrugged. "I gave up later. What can I do? I'm more handsome than Marlon Brando in his youth."
Caesar's obviously frivolous and narcissistic words were not ridiculed by anyone. Everyone felt that Caesar had the right to say it, as he was indeed more handsome than Marlon Brando in his youth.
"Are they Tokyo police? Why are they filming us?" Professor Guderian asked Genjiro with unease.
As specialists from the Kassel executive department, they inevitably have to deal with local officials no matter which country they go to. However, this time, the Kassel team is only in Japan for a vacation and study trip.
The Tokyo police have no reason to pay attention to them, so the problem must lie with the Japanese branch.
"As you know."
Genjiro also rubbed his forehead in annoyance and explained: "The Japanese branch of the Hebi-Hachi family has countless connections with the Japanese underworld. You could say that the Hebi-Hachi family is the king who rules over all of the Japanese underworld."
For this reason, the Tokyo Police have always paid close attention to our Shekihachi family members and Genji Heavy Industries.
Perhaps they noticed our large-scale operation this time and wanted to come and check things out.
"Won't this cause us some trouble? We're just ordinary tourists visiting Japan on tourist visas, contributing to your country's tourism revenue."
Professor Guderian paused, then added, "At least until now, we are just ordinary tourists."
“Absolutely not. We are the kings of the Japanese underworld, but we are not the underworld itself,” Genjiro solemnly assured him.
"What's the difference?" Gao Kui asked curiously.
"Our name is not listed in the book of any organization in Japan."
To give a few simple examples, you should know that Japanese yakuza groups are legal. The official definition of yakuza is a special kind of guild with violent elements, like the triads in Hong Kong.
It's legal, but you'll be closely monitored and restricted, and you'll be invited to the police station for a chat every few days.
According to the Anti-Organized Crime Act, gang members are prohibited from opening bank accounts and can only use cash for purchases. Even their public transport cards are closely monitored by the police.
"But we members of the Sheqi Hachike family won't. We only have close ties with the Japanese yakuza; we are not members of any organized crime group ourselves. The 'Organized Crime Control Law' doesn't apply to us."
"So it's the big water pipe that has already washed its hands of the truth and made a glamorous comeback." Gao Kui suddenly realized.
Yuan Zhisheng was also familiar with the slang used in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and nodded slightly: "That's one way to understand it."
"Jiang Tianyang is right. A gangster who doesn't use his brain will always be a gangster. Blue Lantern and Dwarf Mule work themselves to death cutting people, and all the money goes to you guys in suits and ties."
Gao Kui sighed sincerely, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you have any tattoos?"
Yuan Zhisheng remained silent for a long time before uttering two words: "No."
Tattoos are a symbol of yakuza members in Japan. Every member of the Hebi-hachi family gets a tattoo on their back that symbolizes their identity from the day they start contributing to the family business.
Masamune's father said he was clean and had no tattoos, but Genjiro didn't think he was clean because he carried responsibilities.
Genjiro did not enjoy his identity as the young master of the Snake Clan and the crown prince of the Japanese underworld; to him, it was merely a burden and a responsibility.
His real wish was simply to sell sunscreen on that nude beach in France, and during the off-season, he would collect welfare payments from the French government to fleece the country, living a carefree and uneventful life like a tortoise.
The crows flew away and then returned. The teachers and students of Kassel got on their respective vehicles. Students of ordinary bloodlines went to the Coaster bus, while those of outstanding bloodlines rode in Mercedes-Benzes with the faculty and staff.
Gao Kui opened the door of the Maybach 57S and sat in the seat reserved for Yuan Zhisheng. Caesar and Chu Zihang also consciously sat in the passenger seat and next to Gao Kui, respectively.
The three of them readily occupied the car that belonged to Genjiro and his friends.
Gao Kui and Caesar naturally assumed that the most prestigious Maybach 57S was prepared for them. Chu Zihang, as a bodyguard who did not actually serve as a protector, naturally had to sit with Gao Kui.
All the teachers and students in Kassel, including Chen Motong and Professor Guderian, believed that this was the only right thing to do.
The three of them turned around at the same time and looked at Genjiro and the other three, who were standing dumbfounded outside the car: "Who's going to drive?"
The crows and their companions hesitated, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped.
He really wanted to say that this was a car exclusively for their young master, Genjiro, and exclusively for the four of them. Genjiro sat in the boss's seat, his beautiful female assistant, Sakura Yabuki, sat next to him, and Crow and Yasha took turns driving in the front.
"Let me do it."
Genji pulled open the car door and got into the driver's seat, while the three crows could only get into the Mercedes S-Class in the back.
A whole row of black luxury cars started their engines at the same time. Eight Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars led the way, followed by Maybach 57S cars, then several Toyota Coasters, and finally more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars.
A row of luxury cars drove out of the airport and merged into the traffic. The cars that were blocked looked at the row of Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars with anger but dared not say a word, not even honking their horns.
It is well known that high-ranking members of the Japanese underworld love the Mercedes-Benz S-Class.
Although Japanese shamans have a good public image, claiming they will never harass ordinary people and are enthusiastic about charity work, often visiting people's homes to offer comfort, a violent shaman is still a violent shaman.
No Japanese person truly believes that yakuza would never harass ordinary people.
Inside the train carriage, Gao Kui had been staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, ever since he boarded the train. His eyes were melancholy and filled with a sense of desolation. But in reality, he was just thinking about whether to go to Akihabara or Tokyo Tower first. If he went to Akihabara, should he go to the AKB48 autograph session and shake hands with the female idols? The female idol group formed by Akimoto Yasushi had recently shown a clear upward trend.
Chu Zihang crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest. Most of the time, he was the most taciturn member of the team. Of course, Chu Zihang could be quite flamboyant at any moment, and he would do so with a straight face and a completely serious expression.
Only Caesar, sitting in the passenger seat, was paying attention to Genjiro, who was driving, and pondering just how strong this super A-rank graduate from Kassel many years ago really was.
However, Caesar didn't pay much attention to Genjiro. Right behind him, in the boss's seat, sat an S-rank warrior capable of fighting on par with the humanoid Dragon King.
As Yuan Zhisheng drove, he became increasingly depressed.
What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like I'm the only one who can't do it?
After the three male gods of Kassel got into his car, they stopped talking and elegantly ignored him, taking it for granted that he should drive and be their driver, as if they treated him as a lackey or tour guide who could be summoned and dismissed at will.
However, the three of them did not actually ignore Genjiro. Kagami is mentally unstable and suddenly switched to a melancholic god mode as soon as he got in the car.
Chu Zihang was always very quiet. As for Caesar, once people see distant mountains, they rarely pay attention to the hills right in front of them.
But in Genji's eyes, this was ignoring him.
This contradicts Genjiro's original intention.
Genjiro's original plan was to use a combination of carrot and stick, giving the Kassel teachers and students the best service, without revealing the true secrets of the Snake Clan, while letting them know that the Japanese branch was not to be trifled with and that they should not be too presumptuous in Japan.
Now that the sweet dates have been sent out, the big stick has yet to find an opportunity to be swung down.
While driving, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly had an idea. He rolled down the car window, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and took out a cigarette from his pocket with the other, put it in his mouth, lit it, and smoked it while enjoying the night breeze.
This is very impolite. Genjiro is the host and the other two are guests. To smoke in the car without asking the guests is arrogant and offensive.
Ke Yuanzhisheng wanted to offend Gao Kui and the other two with this trivial detail, to tell them that he was the host and they were the guests, and that they should "follow the host's lead".
Just like in *The Godfather Part II*, when the senator negotiates with Michael Corleone, he points the muzzle of a model cannon on the table at Michael. Or, in the ending of *New World*, after Lee Ja-sung enters the meeting room and sits down, the first thing he does is take out a cigarette and place it on the table to assert his dominance.
Often, asserting sovereignty doesn't require shouting or exaggerated gestures; a simple little detail is enough.
Caesar suddenly turned his head and stared at Genjiro.
Ignoring Caesar's gaze, Genjiro took another drag and exhaled a smoke ring inside the car.
Caesar took out a cigar box from his pocket, pulled out a Cohiba cigar, snapped off the end, and put it in his mouth, as if to tell Genji that only women smoke, and real men should smoke this kind of thick and big cigar.
With a cigar dangling from his lips, Caesar turned around and leaned back into the back seat, tapping on the seatback: "Can I borrow a light?"
Gao Kui and Chu Zihang exchanged a glance, and in the end, Chu Zihang extended two fingers toward the cigar Caesar was holding.
An alchemical realm quietly unfolded inside the carriage. A ball of black flame suddenly burst from Chu Zihang's fingertips, and the leaping flames nearly set the roof of the carriage ablaze while simultaneously igniting a cigar.
The black flames quickly died down, and the alchemical realm, like a bubble under the sun, crumbled and disintegrated in an instant.
"Cool." Caesar exclaimed in genuine admiration for Chu Zihang's amazing skill of lighting a cigarette with his fingertips.
"After coming down from the overpass, I have been practicing this skill diligently."
Back on the overpass, Chu Zihang had wanted to use Junyan to light Chu Tianjiao's cigarette, but Chu Tianjiao naturally refused. Now, Caesar is enjoying it.
Yuan Zhisheng, who was driving, had almost bitten off the cigarette butt. No matter how much the night wind blew, it couldn't dry the cold sweat on his back.
If I'm not mistaken, he used the Word Spirit King Flame, which is a King Flame with a very unstable domain that could go out of control at any time.
What are they doing? Using a high-risk incantation like Junyan to light a cigarette in a moving, enclosed carriage? Don't they know that if they're not careful, they could blow the four of us to smithereens?
I've only been out of school for a few years, and these younger students are already doing such crazy things!
Chapter 117 If You're Going Home Tonight
Unable to intimidate the three, Genji fell silent again, feeling as if he had punched cotton with all his might, and then the cotton turned into Majin Buu's big tail bag, bouncing and sending him flying.
Caesar, who had lit a cigar, seemed to be in the mood for conversation. He rested his elbow on the window and asked the two people in the back row in a calm tone.
"What are your plans for tonight? Would you like to come with me to Kabukicho in Shinjuku and experience the authentic Japanese yakuza and sex industry?"
I'd inquired beforehand; it's the most bustling red-light district in all of Tokyo. Even the producers of the Yakuza series would go to Kabukicho in Shinjuku for research.
"Are you treating?" Gao Kui asked instinctively.
"I don't mind treating everyone. I'd even book the entire street of nightclubs and hostesses for a night of revelry. Money is the least important thing to me."
"As expected of Gattuso's eldest son, so generous. Don't your family members mind you spending money like this?"
"A bowl of porridge or a bowl of rice should remind us of the difficulty in obtaining them; a thread or a strand should remind us of the hardship in producing them."
Caesar's face turned cold. He didn't explain much, only saying, "What they owe me, no matter how much money, is impossible to repay. If I can squander all of Gattuso's money, that would be ideal."
His tone revealed a deep hatred and resentment towards his family. Gao Kui didn't know why Caesar hated Gattuso so much; he only knew that if Caesar didn't bring it up, he'd better not ask.
It's a matter of politeness; no one likes someone who constantly pries into their secrets and tries to expose their wounds.
"Back to business."
Caesar steered the conversation back to Kabukicho, which was the most important thing to him at the moment: "I have a great idea. Let's go to Kabukicho tonight and have a good time. You'll treat us."
Why are we going to Kabukicho tonight?
"Aren't you a fan of the Yakuza series? You were still playing Yakuza 2 before we came. Kamurocho in Yakuza is based on Kabukicho in Tokyo."
Nightclubs, restaurants, pachinko parlors, love hotels—we can find many of the game's prototypes there. We might even witness yakuza members collecting protection money door-to-door, or even spot a wild, untamed man like Kazuma Kiryu!
Even Gao Kui could tell that Caesar was very interested in Japan's nightlife and local gangs: "Why are you so interested in Japanese gangs?"
"Aren't you interested? You and I have both played Yakuza," Caesar retorted.
"Yes, I am indeed very interested in the Japanese mafia, but what I want to ask is, why are you interested in the Japanese mafia?" Gao Kui brought the question back to the starting point.
Caesar was somewhat confused about what Gao Kui was saying: "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you part of the Italian mafia?"
Gao Kui spread his hands: "Smuggling arms and olive oil, opening casinos in Las Vegas, sending gunmen to assassinate competitors and engaging in high-end business warfare, and attending a baby's baptism in church as a godfather."
When the priest asks you whether you renounce lies, sin, and Satan, you uniformly reply, "I do..."
Caesar's face instantly darkened: "My name is Caesar Gattuso, and the person you're talking about, if I'm not mistaken, should be called Michael Corleone."