August 1997, Tokyo, Japan.
Near midnight, the sound of motorcycles and gunfire suddenly rang out. Lights swept across the street, and some nearby residents peered down through the glass windows on the second floor. In June that year, Soros had launched an attack on Thailand, and in July, the Quantum Fund had swept up the baht. Now that the financial storm was taking shape, Southeast Asia was in turmoil. Remembering the nightmare-like financial crisis that had struck Japan in 1990, most Japanese people still carried its shadow in their hearts. Over the past month, the social situation had grown unstable, and the underworld had become more active as well. Still, as long as the fire did not burn them, everyone chose to turn a blind eye.
As the motorcycle sounds faded away, most people inside the houses breathed a sigh of relief. Before long, a group of young men in black suits, with name tags on their chests, rushed into the last building on the block. It was a hospital. Because of its location, it normally had few visitors, and there were even fewer at this hour. Seeing that most of these men were missing the little finger on their left hands, the guards outside and the few nurses and doctors inside instinctively avoided them. Cutting off a little finger was the Yamaguchi-gumi's initiation rule.
"Has a Chinese man with a gunshot wound in his shoulder come here?"
"N-no, I haven't seen anyone..."
These Yamaguchi-gumi members casually kept their right hands near their waists. They were clearly carrying guns. Yet when they asked about the Chinese man's whereabouts, the doctors and nurses all shook their heads. At this hour, there were not many staff on duty to begin with, and empty hallways were perfectly normal. A moment later, a young