"I don't know what I've done to offend you!" Gao Jie said, holding back his anger.
"What's with all the bullshit?" Shark Yan pointed his gun straight at Gao Jie's head, grabbed an ashtray with his other hand, and smashed it against Gao Jie's head, splitting it open and drawing blood.
The Tainan Gang's men stirred, but with more than a dozen guns trained on them, none dared rush forward.
"Move!" Shark Yan grabbed Gao Jie, pressed the gun to his head, and shoved him toward the exit.
"All of you, get the fuck back! Clear the way!"
Facing those guns, the Tainan Gang's men could only step aside, however unwilling they were.
Shark Yan shoved Gao Jie out the door and into a vehicle. Then the group drove off.
The Tainan Gang's men exchanged looks.
"After them!"
Whether they could catch up or not, they had to at least put on a show.
Gu Sheng answered the phone, got dressed, and went out.
Half an hour later, he arrived at an unfinished construction site. Three vans were parked inside, and two men were smoking beside them.
"Boss, he's upstairs!"
Gu Sheng nodded and led his men up to the third floor, his face grim. Gao Jie lay curled on the ground like a shrimp.
Clearly, Shark Yan had just given him a working-over.
"Brother Sheng!" Shark Yan and the others came over to Gu Sheng.
"Mr. Gu, is there some misunderstanding?" Gao Jie asked through gritted teeth.
Among the Chinese in Shinjuku, Gao Jie was a big shot nobody could afford to cross. He colluded with Japan's Yakuza Organizations and used vicious, ruthless methods.
But now this big shot's face was covered in blood, and blood and dirt mingled on his body. He was a complete mess.
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