The night was as dark as ink, gradually swallowing up the last rays of the setting sun.
The container yard at the port of Huyaru groaned in the sea breeze, and the tall steel boxes cast long shadows under the dim lights.
"Boom—Boom—"
Ten heavy trucks, bearing the black True Dragon Society flags, roared into the port.
The vehicles were parked neatly and uniformly in the designated area.
The truck doors opened, and nearly a hundred men dressed in black combat uniforms with stern expressions jumped off the truck.
They moved swiftly, landing quickly and lining up in front of the heavy trucks.
Following closely behind the truck, a dozen or so black Mercedes-Benz sedans filed in.
They lined up in a row, slowly came to a stop, and then the doors opened simultaneously, revealing forty or fifty burly, stern-faced foreign men.
They were all dressed in typical South Korean gangster attire, their wary eyes sweeping across the True Dragon Society's ranks.
As the young master, Li waited until everyone was in place and the surrounding area was safe before slowly getting out of the back seat of the middle car.
This transaction involves an extremely large sum of money and is related to the life and death of their gang. They must take it 200% seriously.
Li straightened his suit collar, but didn't immediately spot the familiar figure in the crowd. So he shouted loudly towards the True Dragon Society's ranks:
"Where's Ryuzaki-kun? Such a big deal, why didn't your guild leader come in person?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the once solid True Dragon Society camp neatly split in the middle, making way for a passage.
Ryuzaki Makoto, wearing a black trench coat, slowly walked out from the depths of the passage.
"Brother Li, I've been right here, waiting for you."
Ryuzaki Makoto walked towards Lee with a smile. When they got close, they opened their arms at the same time and gave each other a warm bear hug, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years.
Hahaha! Long time no see!
After parting ways, Li politely exchanged pleasantries:
"Brother Ryuzaki, you've really made quite a stir lately. When I watched the live broadcast the other day, I thought you had really been shot dead. It scared my old man and me to death, and we were worried for a long time."
This statement was genuine and not fabricated.
The father and son had long regarded Ryuzaki Shin and the Shinryu-kai as their most important allies in their comeback in Toaru, and the key to returning to South Korea and regaining the glory of their gang.
If Ryuzaki really falls, their revenge plan will also fall through.
Ryuzaki Makoto chuckled, patted Lee on the shoulder, and said nonchalantly:
"These are all petty tricks that are not up to standard. There's no need to say more about them. We have important business to attend to tonight. Once the transaction is successfully completed, we'll find a nice place to have a couple of drinks and catch up."
After listening, Li nodded in deep agreement, and his expression became more serious.
"Brother Ryuzaki is right. Business is the priority. Our cargo ship is already docked at Pier 6. Have your people at the port start unloading. To prevent any unforeseen problems, the sooner the better."
After saying this, Li didn't linger any longer. He turned around and went back to his car to take command.
Ryuzaki Makoto stood still, not in a hurry to leave.
He turned his head and glanced at the figure not far away, dressed in a port police uniform, standing in the shadow of a container.
That person was none other than Yuecheng Zhengdao.
Ryuzaki nodded slightly at him.
Yuecheng Zhengdao immediately understood. He took a deep breath, took out a walkie-talkie from his waist, pressed the call button, and quickly issued a series of instructions in a calm and professional tone:
"Attention tower crane crew, attention tower crane crew, the target cargo ship has arrived. All routine customs inspection procedures are lifted, and the green channel is opened."
"All police forces at Pier 6 shall retreat 500 meters to the outer perimeter cordon and block all entrances and exits in the surrounding area. No vehicles or personnel are allowed to approach without my order."
"Heavy forklifts, proceed with the unloading operation immediately according to the established plan! Hurry up!"
Upon receiving the order, the four or five trusted confidants who had been waiting in the shadows immediately sprang into action.
They quickly waved their batons, directing the massive port machinery to begin operation.
Accompanied by the sickening metallic scraping and heavy rumble of the crane, one huge container after another was slowly lifted by steel cables like building blocks, passing over the deck of the cargo ship, and steadily moving towards the shore, finally landing heavily on the cargo bed of the heavy truck that had been waiting for a long time with a "thud".
The amount of cargo this time is very large, and it will definitely not be able to be unloaded in a short time.
Ryuzaki Makoto then ignored the trivial matters at the scene and leisurely walked to Tsukishiro Masamichi's side. Leaning against a stack of wooden boxes, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then took out another and handed it to Tsukishiro Masamichi.
"Brother Yuecheng, would you like one?"
By the light of the lighter, Ryuzaki Masami noticed that Tsukishiro Masamichi's complexion was visibly much rosier than it had been recently.
I heard that his status at home has risen, his once domineering wife is now completely subservient to him, and his son has become more obedient and sensible.
This kind of life allowed him to enjoy himself immensely, but the last shred of moral bottom line he had drawn from his collusion with gangsters had long since vanished.
Masamichi Tsukishiro looked at the cigarette offered to him, and took it with utmost naturalness, but his face showed the utmost respect and deference.
"Thank you very much, President."
He bent down slightly, lit his cigarette with the light from Ryuzaki Makoto's hand, and took a deep, satisfying drag.
The two stood side by side, silently taking a few puffs of their cigarettes.
Then, Ryuzaki Makoto took out a black bank card from the inner pocket of his pocket and handed it over casually.
"You and your men have worked hard for me these past few days. There's a little money in this card. The PIN is six eights. You can decide what to do with it and share it with your men."
Yuecheng Zhengdao's eyes lit up. Without any hesitation or politeness, he reached out and took the card, happily stuffing it into his shirt pocket.
Ryuzaki Makoto looked at Tsukishiro Masamichi's greedy and satisfied expression, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible, contempt flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Indeed, in this world, no matter how principled ordinary people may have been in the past, very few can resist the continuous corruption of money and power.
To be honest, Ryuzaki Makoto actually admires his former rebellious self more.
Unfortunately, that tough-minded policeman is already dead.
The righteous path of Yuecheng has long since tasted the sweetness of power and money.
He and his so-called old buddies would spend every few days drinking heavily at the villa that Ryuzaki Makoto had prepared for them.
Their vanity was greatly satisfied, and their quality of life improved dramatically. As for their so-called professional ethics and moral integrity, they had long since thrown them down the drain and washed them away.
Ryuzaki Makoto shook his head secretly, but remained outwardly calm.
He took out a finely crafted car key from his pocket again, twirled it on his finger, and then casually tossed it to Yuecheng Zhengdao.
Masamichi Tsukishiro instinctively caught the key, looked at the mark on it, and then looked at Makoto Ryuzaki with some confusion.
Ryuzaki Makoto smiled and said in a relaxed tone:
"I think your beat-up Toyota has been driven for far too long and should have been replaced a long time ago. Last time I noticed the way your sister-in-law looked at my wife's new car; she couldn't hide her envy. I remember even that little thing."
"This brand-new Lexus GS300 has decent features. Although it's not a top-of-the-line luxury car, it's sufficient for daily commuting. Take it and drive it. I've already delivered the car to your villa in advance, and all the paperwork is complete."
The Lexus GS300 is definitely a good mid-to-high-end car these days.
Upon hearing this, Yuecheng Zhengdao rubbed his hands together excitedly, looking just like a child who had received candy.
"Oh dear! Guild Master! Look at this... What am I supposed to say! I, Yuecheng Zhengdao, truly don't know how to thank you enough! I won't say anything more! From now on, whenever you have goods that need to pass through this port, whether it's importing or exporting, just give the order! As long as I'm in this position, I guarantee that we won't encounter a single red light along the way, and there will be absolutely no accidents!"
He spoke politely, but his actions were anything but hesitant.
Yuecheng Zhengdao deftly attached the car key to his keychain, then proudly hung it on his waist.
Just then.
"Snap! Snap!"
Several blinding flashes of light suddenly lit up the darkness, the intense light momentarily blinding Ryuzaki Makoto and Tsukishiro Masamichi.
Ryuzaki Makoto reacted very quickly, squinting as he looked in the direction of the light source.
A man dressed in a port police uniform similar to that of Yuecheng Zhengdao was standing in the shadows not far away, holding a camera, with a sinister smile on his lips.
He slowly walked out, looked at the astonished Yuecheng Zhengdao, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Oh dear, the righteous path, the righteous path! I never expected that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are now walking... not exactly the righteous path at all..."