Ryuzaki Makoto merely glanced coldly at Nikaido, who was clinging to his leg and pleading desperately, his eyes showing no emotion, only intense disgust.
The evidence on his own USB drive contained far more dirt and incriminating material about the Jiacun Association and even the various factions within the Kowloon Group than this traitor could ever produce, so he didn't need to provide it at all.
Moreover, his brief conversation with Ryūmi Iemura just now made him even more disgusted by Nikaido's behavior of betraying his elder brother and clinging to life even on his deathbed.
Ryuzaki Makoto wouldn't even bother saying a word to someone like that.
He simply turned his head and glanced at Kirisawa Jin indifferently.
Jin Kirisawa understood perfectly.
He stepped forward and, without the slightest hesitation, kicked Nikaido hard in the face.
The immense force sent Nikaido flying, the sound of his nose breaking clearly audible in the night air.
Kirisawa Jin gave the other party no further chance to beg for mercy. He stepped forward, and the silenced pistol emitted a dull "thud".
The bullet pierced precisely through Nikaido's forehead, leaving a large, still-smoking hole.
Nikaido's body twitched violently, and then he fell completely silent.
Looking at the gradually cooling corpse on the ground, Ryuzaki Makoto continued speaking to Kirisawa Jin:
"Call Akutsu and have his men come over to help us clean up the scene."
This kind of finishing work is best done by professionals to ensure a clean finish.
Then, as if remembering something, Ryuzaki Makoto continued to instruct Kirisawa Jin:
"By the way, Tatsumi Iemura... find a good burial site for him. Then, cut off Nikaido's head and send it to the Kowloon Group headquarters first thing tomorrow morning to give them our sincerest greetings from the True Dragon Society."
Ryuzaki Makoto is that kind of person.
If you show me a little respect, I will show you an even greater amount.
You showed me the integrity of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), so I will give you dignity even in death.
But if you offend me, be prepared to pay a thousandfold price.
Just as Ryuzaki Makoto finished dealing with everything and was about to turn and leave, Kirisawa Jin suddenly spoke up:
"Oh, right, boss, I forgot to tell you something. The government has intervened over the nameless street. The Metropolitan Police Department has already issued a notice to forcibly evict all residents. They said that people from the Urban Development Bureau will be coming to carry it out tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Ryuzaki Makoto narrowed his eyes.
He understood.
It's not just the Kowloon Group; officials and tycoons in higher positions are probably already getting restless.
The casino plan on the nameless street is a huge pie that could drive anyone crazy.
If this cake is left uncut, it will surely attract more hungry jackals.
Let's see who can outmaneuver whom.
Ryuzaki Makoto's lips curled into a cold smile. This uncivilized nation of Sakura will probably never understand the meaning of "he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world."
Standing with the people is the only way to never lose.
Ryuzaki Makoto thought for a moment and said to Kirisawa Jin:
"Pass down the word: tomorrow, everyone in our association who has nothing to do, get out here on Wuming Street. Dress in shabby clothes to cooperate with my performance tomorrow. Also, arrange for some people to disguise themselves as government staff and media reporters and blend into the crowd. I'll take care of the rest."
"At the same time, let the news media we control start broadcasting the whole thing live tomorrow."
"Since they want to play, let's play bigger..."
...
The following day at noon.
The atmosphere at the entrance to the nameless street was extremely tense.
The usually chaotic and dirty street entrance has been cleared out today, creating a distinct and opposing area.
On one side is a joint law enforcement team representing the power of the government.
At the front of the procession were dozens of police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's Regional Division. They wore blue uniforms, carried riot shields and batons, and stood in neat square formations with serious expressions.
Their primary function is to maintain order at the scene and prevent violent clashes.
Behind the police contingent were nearly a hundred employees from the Urban Development Bureau.
These people were dressed in suits and ties, with work badges hanging around their necks and holding document boards and various dismissal notices in their hands.
They are responsible for the specific work of clearing out residents, including communicating with them, registering information, and carrying out forced demolitions.
On either side of the procession were officials from the Ministry of Health, Labour and Welfare and several ambulances.
Their mission is to provide necessary humanitarian assistance and respond to potential public health emergencies; in other words, it's about putting on a show and demonstrating the government's "humanitarian concern."
This team, consisting of three core departments and more than two hundred people, represents the will of the government and has a formidable presence.
However, this massive group was now stuck outside the entrance to the nameless street, unable to get any closer.
On the opposite side, a completely different scene unfolded.
Ryuzaki Makoto changed into a simple set of work clothes, with a red headscarf tied around his forehead that read "Struggle".
He stood at the very front of the crowd, with a massive, dark mass of people behind him. Tens of thousands of residents of the nameless street had gathered together, holding various homemade red banners and slogans, their expressions filled with excitement.
Some members of the True Dragon Society mingled among the crowd. They too had changed into tattered clothes and played the role of emotionally charged residents, leading the crowd in shouting.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who appeared to be the highest-ranking official in the government procession stepped forward.
Junichi Watanabe, the director of the Finance Bureau, is one of the key government officials in charge of this casino development project.
He picked up a megaphone and shouted loudly at the crowd on the nameless street:
"Residents of Nameless Street! Please remain calm! Congress has officially passed the bill to establish an integrated entertainment resort in the SWORD area! This place will be built into the largest casino in all of Asia! This is a decision representing the will of the nation, and it is irreversible!"
His voice sounded extremely harsh through the loudspeaker.
"You are currently occupying state-owned land, which constitutes illegal overstay! I am issuing this final warning: leave immediately! Otherwise, we will take coercive measures! Any attempt to obstruct national construction will be considered a crime! You will then lose your final resettlement compensation!"
His words were a mix of threats and persuasion, containing both high-sounding official rhetoric and an undisguised threat.
Ryuzaki Makoto's expression remained unchanged after hearing these words.
He simply turned around slowly, facing the thousands of eyes watching him from behind, and suddenly raised his right fist!
Upon seeing his action, tens of thousands of residents of the nameless street seemed to receive some kind of command and simultaneously raised their fists.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, forming a forest of rage.
Immediately afterwards, Ryuzaki Makoto led them, and with all his might, he let out a deafening roar:
"This is our home!"
"Casinos, get out of No Name Street!"
"We swear to defend our homeland to the death!"
"We swear to defend our homeland to the death—!"
The voices of tens of thousands of people converged, forming an overwhelming wave of sound that crashed against the law enforcement team of more than two hundred people opposite them.
That voice was filled with anger, resentment, and determination from being driven to the brink of despair.
Faced with such a massive wave of noise, Junichi Watanabe's threat, delivered through the loudspeaker, seemed utterly pale and powerless...