982 Jianghu in Japan (1/2)
”You are not allowed to enter! Don't you know whose clubhouse this is? Do you even know the consequences of intrusion?”
A man in uniform was blocking the entrance to the garden.
Facing him were a group of men dressed like Japanese samurais, each of them clutching a katana. They looked fierce and ready to strike at the first sign of discord. At first glance, one could tell that they were hostile. However, it appeared that the owner of the clubhouse was no one insignificant. That was why even a lowly steward dared block these twenty-odd number of warriors with weapons.
”I don't care who runs this clubhouse! If you don't step aside, then don't blame me for what I'm going to do to you!”
”Drop your act! Let me tell you that the owner of this clubhouse is Mr. Aso! Do I need to elaborate on the power of Aso Organization?”
The steward looked haughtily at the gate-crashers as if by revealing his boss' name should scare them!
Bam!
The leader of the pack kicked the steward in the stomach.
He was unusually strong. With just one kick, the steward was sent stumbling three meters back, clutching his stomach, unable to get up!
”Let's go in!”
The leader signaled to his men and they barged.
”Who are you? Get out of the way! Don't block our exit!”
The moneybags in the garden were eager to leave but they were blocked by the samurais.
”You can leave after you leave all the artifacts you just bought! I guarantee that you will leave here unharmed!” The leader threatened, ”If you refuse to cooperate, I can't guarantee that you will have at least one missing limb!”
”How dare you rob us in broad daylight? Do you have a death wish?!” one of the moneybags shouted. ”Everyone, call your bodyguards! Let's show these fools that they've made a stupid mistake!”
”Okay!”
These group of moneybags never leave home without their bodyguards. So they all took out their phones and called their hired gun who had been waiting for them in the car.
The leader of the samurais did not attempt to stop them but looked comically at them, not even attempting to hide his smile.
”What is this? Why isn't he picking up?”
”No one answered my call either!”
”Me too… Me too…”
The moneybags were baffled. None of their bodyguards picked up!
The head samurai hooted with laughter, ”Haha! Your bodyguards are just a bunch of paper tigers! We've already taken care of them before we came in!”
”What? How is that possible? They were all high-cost professionals! How could they be defeated?”
The moneybags could not believe their ears.
Their bodyguards were all either retirees of the Special Forces or underground boxers; on a normal day, a fight of one versus ten was child's play.