Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 479 - 224: Open Strife, Hidden Struggles

For instance, boxers, UFC athletes, and so on.

It seems that as Jingshang Gaoming said, the members under Abe Shigehide are indeed quite skilled, mostly comprising retired military and police personnel, or those who have undergone special training.

This is not uncommon in gangs and criminal organizations.

Just like the drug cartel Los Zetas, which is entirely composed of retired and defected special forces soldiers.

After the interlude, the memorial ceremony finally began formally.

The memorial hall echoed with solemn and grand Japanese Buddhist music, as a Japanese monk, dressed in an orange kasaya, personally led a group of monks to preside over the farewell ceremony for the sixth generation leader.

The various gang bosses and enforcers also consciously stopped the commotion and whispering.

In order of seniority and the size of the gang, they queued up to enter the memorial hall to pay their respects, and influential bosses would even offer a stick of incense.

The photo and remains of the sixth generation leader were enshrined in a white chrysanthemum pedestal beneath a golden Buddha statue.

Gu Ji and the police officers would certainly not bow or salute the Japanese gang bosses, so they casually found a corner in the memorial hall to stay.

Taking this opportunity, he circled from the main hall to the connecting corridor of the side hall, and indeed found two single-story long buildings.

And there was no path behind the mountain, only a steep wild forest.

A dead end.

In other words, once the gangs sealed the entrance to the mountain, everyone would become trapped inside.

Unless they risked rolling down the steep wild mountain slope.

Back at the square, the memorial ceremony continued until 11:50, ending just before noon.

Then, under the arrangement of the sixth generation leader’s family, all gang members and guests moved to the dining hall behind the main hall to eat.

Upon hearing they could dine,

Gao Bo perked up instantly; he wasn’t interested in these crocodile tears at the gang funeral and preferred a solid meal instead.

The temple’s dining hall was a simple Japanese-style tatami dining area.

Guests needed to remove their shoes and sit cross-legged at small wooden tables. Because there were many people, all partitions were removed to form one long strip. Gang enforcers sat on both sides, resembling a centipede.

To avoid any further conflict with the gang enforcers,

during the meal, the Police Headquarters counselor intentionally arranged for them to sit beside the Tama police officers, so they were relatively close to the high-ranking members of the Yijuan Association.

Gu Ji took a bite of a rice ball, observing with his peripheral vision, while having Lang Shaobo translate for him.

The temple’s vegetarian meals weren’t particularly sumptuous.

They consisted entirely of vegetarian dishes like rice balls, vegetable tempura, and miso soup.

Not to mention that they found it hard to swallow, those well-fed gang enforcers found it even harder to stomach, so many people just took a few bites and withdrew, making way for the next batch.

Was that all there was to today’s funeral?

Just when Gu Ji thought that the so-called crisis was just the brief conflict on the square earlier,

"Bang!"

Suddenly, someone slammed the table hard, startling everyone present. It was none other than Teraoka Yamanaka.

At this moment, the prestige of the association’s number two was evident.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of gang enforcers stood up, and the originally noisy dining hall became dead silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Teraoka Yamanaka didn’t blink, but his brow was already showing signs of anger.

"Ogura Toshi, the mourning ceremony just ended, and you’re discussing this now? It’s highly disrespectful!"

"Respect?"

Ogura Toshi snorted coldly, pointing towards the direction of the mountain, "Right now, the streets of the Tama Region are full of patrol officers, and our brothers are being searched left and right. Where’s the face of the Yijuan Association? Are we just letting the outside world laugh at us? The nation cannot go a day without a ruler; if we keep delaying, the association will fall apart!"

Initially, these bosses were discussing the aftermath of the sixth generation’s funeral, but gradually, Ogura Toshi brought up the proposal to elect the seventh generation leader early, causing Teraoka Yamanaka’s displeasure.

The bald counselor sitting nearby showed clear signs of discontent.

After all, his words were directly referencing their police station.

As the second-in-command of the Tama Police Station, when the sixth generation was alive, even he had to be courteous when speaking to him, let alone these secondary branches.

"The Police Headquarters deployed forces, don’t you know why? Since the chairman’s death, you’ve been openly and covertly fighting, committing numerous violent acts!"

The bald counselor threw the spoon onto the table, wiped his mouth with a white towel, and said sarcastically, "I don’t care how you Yijuan Association plan to elect internally, but keep it down. If it escalates, don’t blame us police for coming down hard!"

"Heh heh heh, oh my, even a dignified police counselor, resorting to threats like a violent gang..."

Ogura Toshi suddenly laughed out loud, baring his teeth.

He oversees the North American Branch, having lived abroad for many years, and naturally doesn’t think highly of these Japanese police, nor fears offending them.

The bald counselor had never been humiliated like this before. Enraged, he cursed right on the spot.

"Damn it!!"

"What! Are the police so great? You want to hit me?!"

Ogura Toshi stood up abruptly, and his subordinates stood up as well.

The dining hall immediately became tense.

Only Abe Shigehide continued using his spoon, drinking miso soup at a leisurely pace, even having the mood to blow on it, as if he couldn’t hear the arguing at all.

"Enough!"

Teraoka Yamanaka shouted angrily. Just as he was about to reach out to slap the table again, he suddenly couldn’t help but clutch his chest and cough, "Cough, cough..."

"Boss!"

The attendant quickly rushed up to support him, pulling out a bottle of emergency medicine that looked like fast-acting heart pills from his pocket, "Here’s your medicine, boss..."

"So the highest-ranking number two has heart disease; no wonder that Ogura Toshi dares to bare his fangs openly."

Gao Bo stuffed a rice ball into his mouth; it was finally their turn to watch the gang’s drama.

If Teraoka Yamanaka had an attack at this time, the funeral ceremony would probably be completely over. Gu Ji was about to raise his wrist to check the time when Chen Zhiyu beside him mumbled, "Why is there suddenly no signal on my phone..."

It turned out she had been secretly recording with her phone.

Hearing this, Gu Ji frowned, feeling that something was amiss. He also pulled out his phone from his pocket.

No signal either.

Bad!!

He reacted instantly, grabbed Gao Bo and Chen Zhiyu beside him, and urgently said:

"Let’s go! There’s something wrong with the funeral!"

"Pffft—!"

Suddenly, Teraoka Yamanaka spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, splattering Abe Shigehide’s face. The warm blood stained his handsome features and white shirt completely red.

"Boss!"

"Boss!!"

All the enforcers from the Mountain Path Association rushed over.

The bald counselor sitting at the same table, along with Wa Xueming and others, were all dumbfounded, never expecting Teraoka Yamanaka’s condition to be this serious.

Ogura Toshi was briefly stunned, then couldn’t help but laugh, as if a daring adventurer had scaled a great mountain and saw the dawn of victory.

Teraoka Yamanaka’s features twisted to near distortion, as if enduring a ripping pain, he struggled to open his mouth, revealing teeth stained with scarlet blood, "The food, the food is poisoned!"

"Damn it!! No one is to leave!"

"Who harmed the boss!!"

"Boss, he was the one laughing the most! Otsuka Katsuyuki from the Muraoki Group was taken out by him, and now he’s poisoned again!"

"Heh heh heh..." Ogura Toshi sneered as the enforcers pointed their blame at him, his face darkening, even throwing an English phrase: "Fuck you all! Otsuka Katsuyuki wasn’t killed by me, I’ve known Teraoka for fifteen years, we had no grudge, why would I poison him? Are you out of your mind?"

Having said that, he pointed at the bald counselor.

"Maybe it’s the police who did this, taking advantage of our leaderless state to completely crush Yijuan Association, or perhaps it’s Abe Shigehide, this guy’s a backstabber, secretly seizing many territories of the association elders, or it could even be the Chuwan Association that sent someone to do the poisoning, why are you just targeting me!"

"Damn it! Our police would never poison anyone, don’t you falsely accuse us!!"

The bald counselor also stood up, and the police officers behind him immediately surrounded him.

Meanwhile, under Gu Ji’s warning and tugging, they were secretly retreating towards the outside of the dining hall.

The poison was extremely potent; within a few exchanges, Teraoka Yamanaka’s eyes were already blood-red, even oozing two streams of blood. He abruptly pulled out a short samurai knife from his waist, the silver blade flashing:

"No one here can be spared!!"