The Amamiya brothers turned around and saw that the person who had just arrived was Goro Ishida, who had been directing the battle.
At this moment, Ishida Goro looked as if he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood. His black combat uniform was covered with dark red bloodstains and some unidentifiable bits of flesh, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Masaki Amamiya quickly waved his hand, suppressing the churning in his stomach, and said.
"It's nothing, it's nothing... This is just a small matter."
Despite his usual carefree and cynical demeanor, the Amamiya brothers, including their eldest brother, Tomohiro Amamiya, are actually kind-hearted people.
Kind-hearted people usually share a common trait: they are grateful and repay kindness.
Ryuzaki not only provided them with a house to live in, but also got each of them a brand-new Harley-Davidson motorcycle.
Most importantly, what Ryuzaki Makoto is doing now is indeed a direct confrontation with their common enemy—the Kowloon Group.
If they can't help at all at this time, then they're really awful.
At this moment, Masaki Amamiya looked at Goro Ishida, wanting to say something polite, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of half a bloody intestine hanging from the other's shoulder.
"vomit--!"
He couldn't hold it in any longer and, leaning against the wall, vomited violently.
Following his gaze, Ishida Goro glanced at his own shoulder and then noticed the disgusting half-eaten thing.
He casually tossed the half-eaten intestine off his shoulder, then scratched his head and said with a simple and honest expression.
"Sorry, brothers. We were so engrossed in the fight that we didn't notice..."
...
Not far away, Ryuzaki Makoto and Akutsu stood side by side, quietly watching this scene.
Akutsu remarked with emotion.
"I never expected that you could even recruit the famous Amamiya brothers. Today, the Kowloon Group has lost so many low-level combat personnel here. Their armed forces in various factions will be dismantled by at least half."
Ryuzaki ignored the flattery in the first half of the conversation and asked with some confusion.
"Only five or six hundred people died. That shouldn't be enough to paralyze half of their armed forces, right?"
Akutsu shook his head and explained.
"Ryuzaki-kun, you don't understand. Apart from the Uehara-kai, which you've already destroyed, all the other forces in the Kowloon Group have now come to the forefront and transformed into so-called economic gangs."
"They are under strict surveillance by the Anti-Organized Crime Law, and there are very strict restrictions on the number of official members that each company can recruit. Therefore, it is impossible for them to expand their memberships as recklessly as your True Dragon Society."
Ryuzaki Makoto nodded upon hearing this; he had also figured it out.
The existence of law and order will strictly limit the size of these "laundered" gangs, their financial flow, and their scope of activities.
So it seems that my casual counterattack today really did cause a major blow to the Kowloon Group.
It was an unexpected stroke of luck.
Akutsu continued, his tone carrying a hint of instruction from a senior.
"So, Ryuzaki-kun, if you ever reach the level of the Kowloon Group, remember to always keep a portion of the True Dragon Society's power hidden in the shadows."
"Otherwise, it will become like Kowloon now, just a seemingly glamorous business empire on the surface, but in reality, its teeth and claws have long been pulled out."
Ryuzaki Makoto smiled; he had taken his words to heart and agreed with them.
Ultimately, the Kowloon Group is still not united.
Everyone wants to step into the limelight for their own benefit.
Stepping into the limelight, while subject to legal restrictions, will provide more legitimate channels and business opportunities for economically-driven gangs.
To put it bluntly, it means being able to earn more money openly and honestly.
But the True Dragon Society is different; it's a one-man show.
Moreover, no matter which brothers are assigned to do the dirty work that can't be seen in the light, I will make sure they receive everything they deserve. Their treatment will be no worse than that of the brothers who step into the limelight, and may even be better.
Akutsu glanced at the battlefield. At this moment, only the True Dragon Society members dressed in black combat uniforms were left cleaning up the battlefield; all that remained were the mangled corpses of the Kowloon Group members.
Akutsu rubbed his hands together, a merchant's excited smile appearing on his face when he saw a treasure.
"Leave the rest of the work to me, Ryuzaki-kun. My guys from India have been complaining to me every day about how much work they have to do."
Ryuzaki smiled dismissively.
"Why talk about humanity with those bedbugs who only drink Ganges water? If you're tired, just whip them a couple of times, and they'll behave themselves."
Akutsu quickly waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Ryuzaki-kun, I'm a refined businessman, you know. Just give me more overtime pay. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."
"Furthermore, these 'raw materials' are a huge asset to me. What you have given me is far more than the help I can give you."
"If things continue like this, I will despise myself."
Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow.
What is this old guy up to now?
Just as Ryuzaki was about to ask, Akutsu spoke up first.
"I know you're determined to get this nameless street, but the biggest problems right now are the demolition of the houses and the remediation of the land pollution."
Ryuzaki Makoto didn't say anything, he just looked at him quietly.
Akutsu is right.
Today, the nameless street is filled with abandoned and dilapidated buildings, illegal structures built by homeless people, and various toxic wastes left over from years of industrial pollution.
Although this area is very vast, developing it would be extremely troublesome.
Just hiring a professional engineering team to do the demolition and remediation would cost an astronomical sum.
Akutsu pointed to the ruins-like neighborhood and said with great pride.
"I, Akutsu, will handle all the demolition work in this area! Except for those few abandoned large factories which will be a bit troublesome to deal with, I guarantee that all the remaining buildings will be completely cleared away within three days!"
Ryuzaki's eyes widened slightly. He truly hadn't expected this.
When did Akutsu become so generous?
Akutsu may love money, but he is also a top-notch businessman.
Constantly taking from others has never been his style.
Moreover, given the exorbitant profits from the human bone business, coupled with the newly acquired five or six hundred "fresh raw materials," the cost of demolishing an unnamed street might be less than half of his total profit this time.
This can be considered a return of kindness.
...
Night falls in the conference room at the Kowloon Group headquarters.
The atmosphere here is even more somber than last time; it could even be described as having plummeted to freezing point.
This time, Kowloon Shih-sum, who had been keeping his eyes closed and indifferent to worldly affairs, opened his eyes and spoke, which was quite rare.
"Have we still not been able to contact the construction team on Wuming Street?"
His aged and hoarse voice echoed in the silent conference room, sounding particularly heavy.
Not a single person present dared to speak.
Silence means acquiescence.
It wasn't until evening that they discovered that none of the five or six hundred henchmen they had sent out to clear the area had returned.
After that, I could no longer contact them.
They then realized that something terrible was about to happen.
Kurosaki Kimryu stood up and said in a deep voice.
"President, I'll send someone to Wuming Street to check on the situation right now."
Kowloon World Heart glanced slowly at Kurosaki Junlong, waved his hand, and said in a tired voice.
"There's no need to go. Those people... they should all be dead by now..."