novelhk Chapter 568 Big D: Curse them! Curse them until they come out!
Chapter 568 Big D: Curse them! Curse them until they come out!
The plane weaved through the clouds, its smooth flight making it almost imperceptible to feel any turbulence.
Ye Haoxuan leaned back on the leather sofa, his fingertips holding the dried tangerine peel that Luo Huiling had packed for him. The light orange scent dispelled the stuffiness in the cabin.
He looked out the window and saw the clouds churning like waves, much like the current situation in Hong Kong's underworld—seemingly calm, but rife with undercurrents.
Tachibana Masahito sat opposite him, holding a cup of sake in his hand, but he didn't drink it. Instead, he ran his fingertips along the rim of the cup and slowly said:
"Brother Xuan, Mr. Kusakari made his name in the Japanese underworld with just a knife. He fought with Camel's father when he was young, and the two became friends despite their age difference. However, when the Dongxing sword was passed down to Camel, it lost its original rules. Mr. Kusakari has always despised Camel's behavior."
Ye Haoxuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? There's this connection?"
“Hmm.” Tachibana Masahito nodded. “Before Camel’s father passed away, he entrusted Mr. Kusakari to take care of Tung Sing and uphold the bottom line of the underworld. But after Camel took over, he killed his brothers, seized territory, and colluded with foreign enemies, and had long since lost the roots of Tung Sing. Mr. Kusakari wanted to intervene and discipline him several times, but he was hindered by the rules of the underworld—the people of Hong Kong should handle the matters of Hong Kong themselves.”
“When you go to Japan this time, he might bring this up with you. It’s not to pressure you, but to remind you that keeping someone like Camel around will only bring trouble sooner or later.”
"No need to remind me, when Brother Xuan comes back, I'll be the first to chop that old bastard to pieces." Feng Yuxiu wiped his twin short swords on the side, the gleam of the blades reflecting a cold light in his eyes.
Ye Haoxuan chuckled, accepting the Pu'er tea offered by Tachibana Masahito. The tea soup was mellow and warm, sliding down his throat. After savoring it carefully, he slowly said:
"The score with the camels will be settled sooner or later. But for now, we must first stabilize the situation with Japan and not be distracted."
He paused, then asked, "What do you know about Jiro Hoshino's side?"
"Hoshino Jiro is Hoshino Taro's nephew. Relying on his uncle's influence, he recruited a group of people within the Yamada Group. He is ruthless but has no real skills."
Tachibana Masahito said dismissively, "He has always wanted to replace Mr. Kusakari. Now that Hoshino Taro is dead, he blames Hung Hing, thinking that we have cut off his backer. When you go to Japan this time, he will definitely find an opportunity to provoke you, either by tripping you up at the banquet or by secretly sending someone to do it."
“I’d like to see just how capable he is.” A fierce glint flashed in Ye Haoxuan’s eyes. “Mr. Kusakari respects me, so I will abide by his rules; but if anyone dares to come looking for trouble, I will not be polite.”
Silence fell over the cabin once again, broken only by the low rumble of the engines.
Ye Haoxuan closed his eyes, his mind racing through the various factions on Hong Kong Island: Camel's smuggling boat would arrive in Hong Kong at dawn tomorrow, Big D would be leading his men in a standoff on the outskirts of Tsim Sha Tsui, Ah Lok would be reaping the benefits from the shadows, Prince and Han Bin would be guarding the defenses, and his beauties, Hui Ling and Qiu Ti, would be waiting for him at home...
Everything tugs at his heartstrings, and everyone needs his protection.
He recalled when he first entered the underworld, he only wanted to protect the few brothers around him. But as he went on, the burden on his shoulders became heavier and heavier. His brothers in Hung Hing, the women he cared about, and the rules and bottom line of the underworld all became responsibilities that he could not give up.
Kazuo Kusakari said he valued loyalty and adhered to principles, but these principles often had to be protected by swords and spears.
Meanwhile, in Japan, at the Kusakari family's private villa, night was falling.
Nanako Kusakari changed into a light gray casual outfit, shedding the gentleness of her kimono and gaining a more capable air.
She stood under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, holding a sociology book in her hand, but she couldn't read a single word. Her mind was filled with her father's words about "Ye Haoxuan".
"Miss, it's getting windy, you should go back inside." The butler stepped forward and gently reminded her.
Nanako Kusakari shook her head and looked up at the night sky: "Uncle Yamamoto went to pick up Mr. Ye. What kind of person do you think he will be?"
The butler smiled and said, "The person that Mr. Kusakari respects must be a man of integrity and upright character."
I heard that he secured his position as the leader of the Hung Hing triad at a young age, single-handedly stabilizing the Hong Kong underworld and even defeating Hoshino Taro. This shows his extraordinary courage and methods.
“That’s not what I’m asking,” Nanako Kusakari said softly. “I’m asking if he’s like those gangsters, only interested in territory and power?”
The butler was silent for a moment, then said, "Miss, you can't see through people's hearts; you have to feel it for yourself. Mr. Kusakari said he won't force you to do anything; you just need to follow your heart."
Nanako Kusakari nodded, put away her book, and turned to go back into the house.
She wasn't a pampered young lady; she had seen too much backstabbing and treachery in gangs, and too many tragedies of marriages arranged for power.
She didn't want to be a pawn, nor did she want to marry a brute who only knew how to fight.
She wanted to see what kind of character this man, whom her father respected so much, truly possessed.
On the other side, in the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui on Hong Kong Island, as night deepened, neon signs flickered in the wind, but they could not penetrate the sinister depths of people's hearts.
Big D, with over three hundred brothers, blocked the intersection opposite the casino, the machetes in his hands gleaming coldly under the streetlights.
His face turned bright red, clearly angered by the Crown Prince's "refusal to leave."
"Boss, that prince is holed up in the casino and won't come out. What do we do? We can't just keep blocking him here, can we?"
A younger brother stepped forward and asked.
Big D spat and kicked the nearby trash can:
"Coward! With Ye Haoxuan gone, is this all the courage he has left? Give him a piece of your mind! Keep yelling at him until he comes out!"
The henchmen immediately started yelling and cursing, using vulgar and offensive language. The prince at the casino entrance was trembling with rage, his hands gripping the steel pipe, veins bulging. He tried to rush out several times, but Han Bin stopped him each time.
"Your Highness, be patient! Brother Xuan has ordered us not to make a move!" Han Bin said in a low voice. "Look over there, Ah Le's men are hiding in the alley, and the uncles' cars are parked on the street corner. They're just waiting for us to make a move so they can solidify Big D's guilt!"
The prince looked in the direction Han Bin pointed and indeed saw several dark figures moving in the alley. Several black cars were parked at the street corner, the same cars that the He Liansheng uncles and their generation often used.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Fine! I'll tolerate it! But if he dares to insult our brothers, I'll never forgive him!"
Han Bin breathed a sigh of relief and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I've already arranged for people to keep an eye on things. As long as the people from Big D dare to cross the line, we'll take action. It won't be considered as provoking trouble."
On the rooftop of an office building not far away, Ah Le leaned against the railing, holding binoculars, watching the standoff at the intersection, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His subordinate whispered, "Young Master Le, the older generation can't wait any longer and are asking when you're going to make your move."