Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 477 - 223: Gang Funeral (Part 2)

It seems Jingshang Gaoming has somehow persuaded this gang leader to align with his own faction.

Gu Ji looked around, carefully examining the layout of the memorial hall, especially the important pathways.

The entire Buddhist temple consists of a main hall and two side halls, and there seems to be more buildings behind the main hall, probably where the monks rest or eat.

There is only one stairway leading up the hill’s facade, and as for whether there is a small path at the back of the hill, he can’t see it for the time being.

The gang leaders and thugs standing in the square are wary of each other, but overall they form two groups; one seems to be a subsidiary faction under the Yijuan Association, while the other group is likely from other violent gangs.

Just when he thought he saw a familiar figure, Gao Bo suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Gu Ji, I saw that long-ponytail guy who kidnapped the Fusong Gang leader at the university that day!"

"Leader Xu, Mrs. Qiao, there’s a situation!"

Gu Ji immediately informed Shi Zhengmin and Zeng Dan, and then his gaze fell upon a tall and thin young man in a black, dark-patterned suit, with a long ponytail.

His facial features were partly obscured by the hair on his forehead and temples, making them hard to see clearly.

All he could discern was that his skin was very pale, almost uncharacteristic of an Asian.

Just then, a subordinate quickly ran up to the ponytailed man and whispered a few words in his ear, after which he slowly turned his head, instantly locking eyes with Gu Ji.

He’s from Liangben.

Gu Ji raised his eyebrows.

The next second, the long-ponytail surprisingly began to walk quickly toward them, thugs following along naturally, and as they walked, dozens of men gathered, all with grim faces, exuding an oppressive aura.

Wu Kang’s pupils shrank, and he urgently whispered:

"They’re coming over, what should we do?"

"Don’t move yet, let’s see how things develop."

Shi Zhengmin said calmly, as the commanders’ attitude is crucial for the team’s psychological state at critical times.

Meanwhile, Gu Ji had already quietly let his wrist hang down by his waist, where his baton was, a detail that also caught Gao Bo’s attention, prompting him to reach into his pants pocket.

Soon, the ponytailed man reached them.

His expression was stiff, his eye sockets deep, casting a shadow, looking somewhat chilling.

The subordinate who had been talking to the short gang leader quickly ran behind him.

As the tension rose, the short leader forced a few awkward smiles and tried to be friendly with the ponytailed man, only to be brusquely pushed away by a subordinate.

"Ane-kun (Boss)!"

"Rei!"

Japan highly values seniority, and juniors must bow when meeting their seniors, whether of a lower rank or a younger generation. Seeing their leader disrespected, several strong men behind him immediately flew into a rage, ready to charge forward.

But the bodyguards beside the ponytailed man instantly formed a semicircle around them, twisting their wrists menacingly as they closed in, like a dark wall.

This scene naturally caught the attention of quite a few other gang members around.

Everyone was whispering, as if watching a show.

However, the ponytailed man didn’t seem to intend to start a fight with the short leader; he first bowed ninety degrees. Although there was no sincerity in his expression, he at least pretended to give the other party a way out. Then he said something to them, especially looking at Jingshang Gaoming.

Lang Shaobo gulped awkwardly, even sweating from his forehead as he muttered softly, "Mr. Gu, we’re screwed. It seems like they’ve discovered our identity and are questioning that leader. The leader is trying to explain!"

In the end, the ponytailed man said something with "satsu" to Jingshang Gaoming.

In an instant, the gangsters in the plaza erupted, repeating this word from one to ten to a hundred, each showing a fierce face, and at someone’s whistle, they quickly gathered around, surrounding him.

No need to think, they must have realized Jingshang Gaoming is a cop!

The ponytailed man’s men cursed loudly, charging over in an instant.

Lang Shaobo was so frightened he almost had a heart attack, but then he heard three "swish" sounds, and Gu Ji and Gao Bo slid into fighting stances, pulling batons from their waists, protecting everyone behind them alongside Wu Kang.

At the same time, Jingshang Gaoming also drew out a gun from his waist, a SIG Sauer P230, significantly superior to the usual patrol officer’s M37 revolver.

Seeing the dark gun barrel, the thugs immediately halted their advance.

Jingshang Gaoming seemed accustomed to such tense scenes, and even though faced with the daunting gaze of hundreds of gang thugs, he wasn’t the least scared. Instead, he took a step forward, pressing the gun to the forehead of one of the strongmen, continually provoking them verbally, as if saying, "Who dares make a move dies."

The short leader was terrified, his face turning pale as he pulled his subordinates aside, not daring to say another word.

Jingshang Gaoming’s police identity was exposed, and if he continued speaking up, he might even get them devoured alive by this gang in the plaza!

Just as the tension was about to explode.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the memorial hall.

The many bodyguards instinctively parted, revealing a group of a dozen men and women in suits slowly walking over.

Leading them was the one who had just shouted, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He somewhat resembled "Yasen" from the disaster checkpoints. Even at his age, his muscular build could not be hidden by a suit. His gray-white long hair was tied in a small bun, and the silver whiskers at his temples swayed gently in the wind, akin to a lion’s mane.

But what really made Gu Ji’s pupils contract.

Was the slightly chubby man beside a leader with thin, dark skin and triangular eyes. His eyes were half-closed, and his mouth was unshaven, with untidy, blackish hair. Despite his unkempt appearance, he exuded a fierce aura.

It was Wa Xueming!

And not just him; he was accompanied by two men and a woman: undercover Chaojun, the lunatic Pan Xinli, and the Northern Myanmar Jin Yuan Group’s young master Bai Mingliang.

Who would have thought their first meeting would be in such a tense scene.

Indeed.

Today is the funeral of Yijuan Association’s sixth-generation leader, and Wa Xueming and Bai Mingliang representing Northern Myanmar the Bai Family wouldn’t miss paying respects in person.

After months, Chaojun hadn’t changed much.

Wa Xueming’s aura increasingly bore the air of a big brother, while Pan Xinli still had her messy orange hair. Perhaps it was the solemnity of today’s occasion, or she had somewhat recovered from the hallucinogen’s effect, but she wasn’t cackling crazily.

Perhaps it was that Gu Ji blended in too well, or that Jingshang Gaoming’s gun drew all attention.

Wa Xueming glanced briefly at him, then focused entirely on the police.

The white-haired leader wielded extreme authority; when he spoke, no one dared say a word, all bowing their heads.

After asking a few questions about the situation.

A slightly balding middle-aged man beside him smiled and stepped forward, speaking a few words, after which the white-haired leader ordered the thugs to retreat.

Lang Shaobo finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Phew, thank goodness. With the Tama Region police department official here, we’re saved."

In the hierarchy of Japanese police ranks, the official’s position is only second to the superintendent general, essentially the police department’s second-in-command.

Sure enough.

Jingshang Gaoming also lowered his gun, walking over to salute and report to the balding official.

Four or five police officers accompanied the official, who briefly reprimanded him for their unauthorized action by the Police Headquarters’ Criminal Investigation Division, before turning back to continue conversing with the white-haired leader.

Gao Bo looked at the baton in his hand and couldn’t help but curse.

"Damn it, this thing really isn’t as effective as a gun; it doesn’t scare those gang scumbags."

"Luckily, no conflict broke out, otherwise with so many people rushing at us, they could drown us with saliva before we even fought back!"

Wu Kang, meanwhile, felt the risk of attending a gangster funeral was too high, and at the very least they needed adequate police forces to handle the situation.

Gu Ji retracted his baton, coldly observing the scattered gang members. Despite the white-haired leader’s orders to not act, their sinister looks made it clear the danger wasn’t truly over. "Leader Xu, what’s the background of those gang leaders who were speaking just now? Why would a high official from the Tama Region police department be mingling with them?"