However, at the moment, neither the location of the "Ichijo-gumi" branch nor the evidence that could directly implicate Zhou Xingzhe was clear. Jack decided to wait and summon Chris and Braxton, who were already on standby in Japan, once there was some clue.
Indeed, packing up the slush fund required professionals. After sending off the members of the wanted criminal squad, Jack summoned the Wolf brothers, and at noon today, the brothers landed in Yokohama as tourists. A direct flight to South Korea was possible, but the Wolf brothers were more familiar with Yokohama. Their father was a US Navy officer, stationed at Yokosuka Air Base for a long time, and they spent a long period of their childhood there.
To help his youngest son cope with Asperger's syndrome, Chris's father hired several combat coaches for the brothers, including a local Japanese karate master.
Although the two brothers had been away for more than ten years, they still had some old friends in the local area. It was indeed difficult to obtain weapons and equipment and rob the headquarters of the "Ichitsu-gumi", but it was a piece of cake to get a fishing boat to smuggle into South Korea and take some things with them.
This seemed to be a hassle and would take a longer time, but it would not leave any entry and exit records, which was perfect.
Following Huang Dongjun's instructions, Jack turned around and drove back to Incheon, ready to go find the informant who was once a member of the White Shark Gang. While he was still on the road, he received a message from Braxton.
The two brothers had found a trustworthy boat captain and would set off on a fishing boat later. If all went well, they would arrive at Incheon Port at noon tomorrow.
Jack turned off his phone calmly, glanced at Huang Dongjun in the back seat and asked.
"Is this informant reliable? To convict Zhou Xingzhe, we need a strong enough witness. We need to at least capture someone with sufficient standing within the 'Ichi Gang,' preferably someone in charge."
Huang Dongjun looked a bit embarrassed. "That guy, nicknamed Little Fatty, was responsible for entertaining the 'Ichi Gang' yakuza back when he was a peripheral underling in the White Shark Gang. After the White Shark Gang fell, he took over a nightclub, still doing the same kind of welcoming and sending work."
Jack looked thoughtful. "So, this guy actually dislikes those Japanese, so he's secretly cooperating with the police?"
"Not really. At most, he's just bullying the weak and fearing the strong. You know, that's the survival strategy of those low-level gang members." Huang Dongjun smiled wryly.
Jack nodded in understanding, turned the steering wheel, and the Palisade SUV turned into a parking lot. At one end of the lot, a large sign read something like "East Incheon Auto Sales."
"Here it is," Huang Dongjun leaned forward from the backseat and pointed. Suddenly, Jack slammed on the brakes, nearly crashing into the driver's seat.
A white BMW, coming from the opposite direction, was speeding out of the parking lot, nearly colliding head-on with the Palisade. The BMW driver honked his horn aggressively, signaling them to move out of the way.
"Hey, that's the guy!" Huang Dongjun squinted to see who was inside. He was about to open the door and get out, but Ma Xidao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned and held him back.
"Wait, don't show yourself yet. Let me handle this." He exchanged a glance with Jack and waited for him to get out.
The BMW horn blared twice more. A chubby man in a black boxing vest and floral shorts, his arms and thighs covered in tattoos, impatiently pushed open the door and started yelling.
"Hey, move your car! Didn't you hear me tell you to?"
"Oppa, forget it! There's no need to get angry," a young girl, who looked barely adult, whispered softly in the passenger seat.
But it was obvious that some people just liked to show off in front of women, and the more they were persuaded, the more excited they became. "You don't understand what people say, right? Ah! Are there two sausages stuck in your ears? What the hell!"
Seeing him walking towards this side while cursing, Jack pushed open the car door and got out first.
"Eh? Foreigner, you don't understand Korean?" The fat guy, still looking impertinent, was about to step forward to threaten him, but when he saw Ma Xidao, who was even bigger than him, get out of the car, he immediately took two steps back in alarm.
Ma Xidao's stature was obviously much more intimidating than Jack's, which justified Huang Dongjun's assessment of the fat guy as a bully. The guy lowered his voice and subconsciously shrank his neck.
"Hey, what's going on? Have you practiced martial arts before?"
Ma Xidao looked him up and down and asked in a calm tone, "Are you Xiaopang?"
"Xiaopang, is that you? Who are you, uncle? I used to be a boxer. If you don't want to get beaten, just tell that foreigner to move his car and leave, asshole!"
Seeing his timid appearance, Ma Xidao waved his hand impatiently. "Hey, stop showing off. Hurry up and get in the car with us. I need to ask you something."
"Asshole, you don't understand what I'm saying, right? Well, I guess I'm going to show off my skills today." Xiaopang put on a very funny boxing stance, jumping back and forth with his legs like a fat monkey.
Seeing this, the little girl in a short skirt in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car. "Oppa, stop it. As a professional, you can't just bully ordinary people."
This advice almost made Jack, who was watching the show nearby, burst out laughing.
"Asshole, get back to the car! You're embarrassing me!" The fat kid turned around, grasped the girl's shoulder, and pushed her back.
"You'll get a beating if you do that," Ma Xidao advised kindly, a man at a loss for words. Although he'd previously shared Jack's idea of a beating first and then talk, the kid's antics made it hard for him to do anything. After all, bullying the weak was against public order and morality.
"Asshole," the mocked fat kid finally couldn't help himself and swung his fist at Ma Xidao.
The latter blocked the blow with his left hand, easily deflecting it. He then launched a right hook. The fat kid, already off balance, stumbled and leaned his left chin forward, catching it perfectly.
With a plop, the guy fell to the ground and fell asleep, even snoring softly the next second.
"Uh," Jack knelt beside him and felt his carotid artery. It was normal; he was simply too weak to take a beating.
Ma Xidao glanced at his fist in confusion, and quickly stepped forward to pat him, "Hey, hey, wake up, cheer up."
"Is he dead?" The little girl who had been secretly glancing at Jack still didn't understand what happened. How could her strong Oppa suddenly fall to the ground and die in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, it's okay, I'll help you wake him up." Ma Xidao said, swinging his big palm and slapping the fat boy in the face.
"Pa!"
"Ah!" The fat boy sat up in response, with mosquito coils still spinning in his eyes.
(End of this chapter)