Chapter 246: The Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers Enter Tokyo

Tokyo, Shinjuku Ward.

Ah Lok, wearing a leather jacket, came to a stall selling Chinese fried rice and asked in a low voice, "Are you Chinese?"

Behind the stove with burning honeycomb coal, Beizai, a Shandong native, was frying an egg rice in an iron pan.

He was thin, wearing a Japanese-style headscarf, with beads of sweat on his neck. He wiped his face with a sweat towel that was so old that the hair fell off, and answered with a surprised expression: "Have you just arrived in Japan?"

Ah Le replied: "Yes, I'm new here."

Beizai scraped the rice grains at the bottom of the pot with an iron spoon and handed a packaged meal to the customers in line.

Then he rinsed the pot with water from the bucket, and in his spare time, he asked in confusion, "Where are your family members?"

"Uh, I came to Japan to discuss business." Ale looked a little embarrassed.

Beizai placed a portion of freshly cooked rice on the dining table and raised his hand, saying, "I'm treating you. Don't worry. It's free for the Chinese to help each other with their meals."

He used tongs to replace the coal. He was tall and had a sincere smile on his face.

At the entrance of the dim alley, there are a few snack stalls, across the street is a large video game arcade, a dozen meters away is the tram station, and a 20-story bank building stands at the intersection a hundred meters away.

A signal light was flashing on the roof.

Ah Le swallowed, lowered his head and started eating fried rice. When he saw the stall owner coming over, he stopped and there was a bottle of opened cold beer in front of him.

"Sorry, I got off the plane yesterday and took a Chinese car. On the way, the driver picked up two Japanese guests. A Japanese guy got off the car and snatched my bag away."

"My bank cards and ID are in there." Ale took a few gulps of cold beer and burped, not worrying about the two thousand dollars in the bag.

If he hadn't been tricked by the Japanese, he wouldn't have had to split up with his three brothers to look for people.

Beizi showed a clean smile and asked with great interest: "What do Japanese people look like, male or female?"

"A man and a woman, they seemed to be dating. Well, I couldn't speak the language, so I ran into a Taiwanese businessman in the city. After asking him a few questions, I learned that there were Hongmen brothers in Shinjuku."

"I'm here to ask for a favor, boss. Do you know where the Hongmen branch is?" Ah Le remembered that there was a Hongmen branch in Tokyo, but the Shinjuku district was quite large, so he had to split up with his brothers to look for it.

But he was actually quite calm about it. After all, the money he used to buy the copyright in his bank account was still in HSBC. He couldn't withdraw it for use unless he went to the counter to exchange it.

For Tokyo gangsters, going to the bank to withdraw money is equivalent to turning themselves in to the police.

There are three brothers around me who listen to me. It is impossible for a living person to be suffocated to death by urine. But there is one embarrassing thing. Hong Kong people cannot verify their identity when they go to the Chinese embassy. The foreigners do not recognize colonial passports and cannot go to the British embassy.

Ah Le thought the most convenient way was to find a brother in the underworld to help redeem the bag.

Beizai sat opposite and shook his head, saying, "I'm just a fried rice seller. I don't know anything about Hongmen. Your accent is that of a Hong Kong Islander, right?"

"Yes."

Ah Lok discovered that he was very interested in Hong Kong Island.

"My name is Beizai, I'm from Shandong, and I have a girlfriend who works in Hong Kong Island! Her name is Chen Lanhua, and she works in the New Territories with a group of fellow villagers." Beizai said excitedly.

Ah Lok suddenly realized: "I'll go back to Hong Kong Island and help you take care of her, so it won't be a waste of your meal." "I have some status in Hong Kong Island, and I know some bosses."

Beizi smiled happily and said without any hesitation: "Thank you very much."

A few shirtless men with shaved heads, round bellies, and painted dragons and phoenixes on their bodies suddenly came to the pancake stall next door and started asking the stall owner for protection money.

"Young and Dangerous?" Ah Le finished eating half his meal and put down the spoon.

The thugs who came to collect protection fees, after receiving the money, seemed to think it was too little, and started to pull the stall owner's child. During the scuffle, one of the thugs took out a switchblade and scratched the uncle in front.

Beizi turned around abruptly, pulled out a machete from under the dining cart, stepped forward to block the grandfather and grandson, and shouted, "Uncle Kang, you go first."

"Sai Linmu, you bastard, get out of here." Yiguo, the little leader of the Changle Gang, waved the switchblade in his hand, his eyes were fierce and his mouth was full of swear words.

Before they could take any action, a dozen thugs rushed out of the video game arcade behind them, shouting foul language and acting aggressively.

More than 20 Chinese workers rushed out from the dark alley behind Beizai, holding sticks in their hands and refusing to give an inch.

Ah Lok took off the Rolex on his wrist, slapped it on the table, slapped the table heavily, and said, "Hongmen Triad, Hong Kong Island Zhongyi Hall, Mong Kok Zhazhiren, Jiudi Lin Changle!"

"I just arrived at this precious place and encountered some troubles. I would like to offer you a watch as a gift. I hope you can help me, my fellow disciples."

When everyone present saw Lin Changle's behavior, they couldn't help but look sideways in surprise.

A thug holding a machete took two steps forward, picked up the Rolex and touched it, then turned back and muttered, "Brother Yiguo, it's the real thing."

"Are you from Changle too?" Yiguo stepped forward and asked in Changle dialect.

Ah Le clasped his hands together, showing great courtesy.

Chen Yiguo cursed with disgust on his face: "You bastard, you are a Hong Kong kid!"

Lin Changle couldn't stand seeing Chinese gangs fighting each other on the streets abroad, and they were just fighting for a few hundred yuan in protection fees, so he just cut some meat to settle the matter. When he was taken to the office of the video game arcade by Chen Yiguo and met the leader of the Changle Gang in Shinjuku District, he learned that the Hongmen Hall in Tokyo specialized in human trafficking and was a branch of the Number Gang.

Ten years ago, he was the leader of the Chinese forces in Shinjuku District, but he was cracked down by the police twice, and the incense master was killed by the Japanese gang. In the era of power vacuum, the Changle Gang began to rise and replaced the Number Gang.

The remaining gangs include the Shandong Gang, Liaoning Gang, and Hebei Gang, and several other gangs are competing for influence in the Chinese community.

After hearing about Ah Le's lost bag, the leader of the Changle Gang, Du Minfu, said that the driver was acting with the Japanese to trick Chinese tourists. Several small Chinese gangs were doing similar business.

But the only group operating illegal taxis was the Liaoning Gang. The Liaoning Gang's big brother, Li Yongqiang, was notoriously difficult to talk to. Du Minfu accepted the watch but did not dare to step forward.

Ah Lok had no choice but to call the boss. After Yin Zhaotang finished listening to him, he felt that the matter was not serious, but if it was involved in a Japanese gang, no matter whether they were Chinese or Taiwanese or mainland immigrants, it would be impossible for Ah Lok to take a few followers to deal with it.

If you have a lot of people under you, you have to know how to use them. After arranging the weapons for Wang Zhijun and his men, he took the earliest ship to Tokyo.

The group of six people, carrying cross-body bags and wearing baseball caps, looked around as they stepped onto the Tokyo Port pier, feeling extremely excited.

Zhang Wansheng smoked a Marlboro, looked at the Japanese characters on the street, and grinned: "Damn, I'm so lucky to be able to bring Type 56 to Japan!"

Since the big boss had no intention of staying in Japan, the six of them didn't need to be polite at all. They simply used the way the big circle gang did things, copied the "Provincial and Hong Kong Flag Soldiers", and bravely entered Tokyo.

(End of this chapter)

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