Lin Chuan had just left when a large crowd in hot pursuit immediately appeared behind him. Fortunately, they had not reacted yet, and by the time they did, the car was already far away.

"Oh no, damn it, this bastard!"

"Chase, chase now!"

A group of bodyguards quickly rushed out.

At this moment, a line of men in black suits came down from upstairs, led by none other than Fujii. Fujii was dressed in a black suit, wearing white silk gloves, and held a pen in his hand. The guy was about 1.7 meters tall, not very bulky, but he had quite a bit of flesh on his face. At first glance, he did not look like a good person; such a man would likely be subjected to strict scrutiny at any train station in China.

"Mr. Fujii, he's killed three of our brothers," a man in black hurriedly approached.

"Who is he?" Fujii asked.

"We don't know yet!" the man in black shook his head.

"How did he infiltrate the Kyoto Building?" Fujii asked again.

"This..." The man in black hesitated.

Bang!

Fujii, holding the pen in his hand, lightly pressed a button at the end. A muffled sound was heard, and the man in black standing behind him fell to the ground on the spot.

Sss...

The people around were immediately frightened, their faces turning pale. So the pen Fujii had been toying with was actually a miniature gun? That was incredibly shocking! Everyone looked stupefied and astonished, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

Fujii narrowed his eyes and said, "Find out immediately who he is and why he wanted to sneak into my Kyoto Building."

"Yes!" shouted a man from behind.

At this moment, Lin Chuan was driving with the man in the yellow vest at high speed. The man in the yellow vest had been knocked unconscious by a punch from Lin Chuan.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark place. He quickly looked around and realized he must be in a sewer. The Japanese sewers were genuinely well-constructed. Unlike domestic sewers in China, where even a cat would have trouble turning around.

Japanese sewers were like lofty palaces, walking through them was like navigating a labyrinth. The enormous sewer system, even if faced with the biggest flood, would pose no threat to the city.

Lin Chuan was very familiar with Japanese sewers, and to evade the pursuit of the Yamaguchi Group, he decisively took the man with him and dived into the sewer. He had captured the man and brought him into this godforsaken place. Despite the stench, Lin Chuan did not care.

When the man in the yellow vest woke up, he saw Lin Chuan sitting nearby, with a grave expression on his face.

"What... what do you want to do?" The man in the yellow vest said in panic.

"What do I want to do?" Lin Chuan laughed: "Hand over what you have with you."

"You... you're Chinese?!" The man was stupefied when he suddenly heard Lin Chuan speaking Mandarin.

"Traitor, selling out for glory," Lin Chuan slapped his face hard and cursed, "How much money did Old A give you to make you forget your humanity? To make you betray your motherland, the land that raised you!"

"Shut the hell up with your nonsense." The man got angry and said, "My family has always been poor. My parents, when they were street vending, were beaten to death by the city management. Just because the city management didn't pay for the fruits from our stall and my father said a few words, they beat him with a scale weight to his death, and my mother was beaten to death with an iron rod. That incident was ultimately buried. Later on, when our old house was going to be demolished, my grandparents refused, and they actually demolished it forcibly, burying my grandparents alive..."

The man had tears streaming down his face as he spoke of the heartbreaking parts.

Lin Chuan listened silently, smoking a cigarette on the side. After a long while, he said, "Hand it over, whatever you've got on you."

"I can't." The man in the yellow vest said through gritted teeth, "I promised Old A that I would deliver it to him. Old A is my lifesaver. If it weren't for him, I would probably be dead by now. I can't go back on my word."

"You're courting death," Lin Chuan shouted angrily.

"If you have the guts, then kill me," the man in the yellow vest said defiantly.

"Alright," Lin Chuan sneered, "This is your own doing."

After speaking, Lin Chuan suddenly stabbed down with the dagger in his hand.

Thud!

A spurt of blood erupted, and the man screamed in agony: "Ah! My hand!"

Lin Chuan was more brutal than one could imagine. He had actually stabbed the dagger straight through the man in the yellow vest's palm and pinned it to the wall. The man's hand was fixed firmly to the wall and he could not move it. All he could do was scream in pain.

"Speak!" Lin Chuan commanded furiously, "If you don't talk, I'll pin your other hand to the wall as well. I will torture you slowly, I'll chop off your hands and feet and let you soak in this stinking drain, so you'll never be able to find peace for the rest of your life."

"You!" The man in the yellow vest was so frightened that his face turned pale, and sweat poured down his face.

Lin Chuan looked at him coldly and said, "I'll give you one last chance."

Lin Chuan's eyes bore into the man's, and the man in the yellow vest turned pale with fear. He did not dare to make a sound. Through Lin Chuan's eyes, it seemed as though he saw a demon imprisoned within Lin Chuan's body, a demon that could devour his soul and life at any moment.

"I, I'll talk!" the man hurriedly nodded.

"Speak." Lin Chuan sneered.

"The item... the item is in the security box at Dongchuan Bank." The man swallowed hard and said, "The key, the key is in my pocket."

Lin Chuan indeed found a key from his pants. It bore the Dongchuan Bank logo. Lin Chuan put the key into his own pocket and said, "Very good. However, you did do something wrong, and you really should pay the price for your actions."

"You... what are you going to do?" The man had a bad feeling.

Thud...

Suddenly, Lin Chuan grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the other party's throat, resolving the man's life in the simplest, most violent, and most direct way. The man in the yellow vest died instantly, his central nervous system still giving out a series of reflexes. After convulsing for a moment, he immediately fell down.

Lin Chuan weighed the key in his hand, then quickly crawled out from the sewer.

However, just as he was exiting the sewer, he found that the space above his head was crowded with people.

Clatter!

A series of guns were pointed at Lin Chuan.

Fujii, dressed in a black suit and draped with a trench coat over his shoulders, smiled and said, "Lin Chuan, hello, long time no see!"

Lin Chuan, half emerging from the ground, looked up at Fujii and said, "Oh, it's Mr. Fujii. It seems I haven't seen you since our last meeting in Zhenjiang."

"Humph," Fujii's lips curled into a sinister smile and said, "Bring him to me."

Clatter...

A few armed men were about to move forward to capture him.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan grabbed the manhole cover and leaped down into it. As he jumped down, Lin Chuan quickly replaced the cover.

Rat-a-tat...

A burst of intense, concentrated gunfire hit the manhole cover, but after Lin Chuan fell from several meters high, he ran for his life. It was only upon seeing Fujii that Lin Chuan remembered; wasn't this Fujii actually Fujii Katsuyoshi? If so, could Qingzi have a pass for the Capital City Building because she was in cahoots with Fujii Katsuyoshi?

Slap!

Lin Chuan suddenly slapped himself. Stupid man. Qingzi was from Zhu's Club, which was actually the Yamaguchi Group. One was just a front-facing identity, the other a secret title. No wonder Qingzi never wanted to reveal why she had a pass. Lin Chuan dared not think further and could only run for his life, sprinting away.

At this point, Fujii Katsuyoshi's men had already lifted the manhole cover and swiftly jumped down after him.

Although Lin Chuan was not afraid of them, this place was ultimately Japan's territory. If things escalated, it could get troublesome.

Lin Chuan ran wildly and soon found another manhole cover and quickly crawled out.

When he emerged from the sewer, Lin Chuan immediately saw a sumo wrestler weighing several hundred kilos.

"Hey, sir, would you like to earn one hundred thousand yen?" Lin Chuan hurried over.

"What? You want to challenge me to sumo?" The other party asked, immediately bursting into laughter.

Lin Chuan shook his head quickly, took out one hundred thousand yen, and said, "If you stand on this manhole cover for ten minutes, ensuring it isn't opened by anyone within that time, this one hundred thousand yen is yours!"

Upon hearing this, the man laughed: "As long as I stand on it, no one has the strength to open the cover, believe it or not?"

"Heh, it's not just talk." Lin Chuan chuckled.

Boom...

The man decisively walked towards the manhole cover, stood on it with both legs, and said, "Just wait."

Lin Chuan smiled, stuffed the one hundred thousand yen into his hand, and said, "I'll go get something to drink, see you in ten minutes."

Having said that, Lin Chuan ran off. The sumo wrestler was puzzled at first, but thinking about the easy money, he couldn't help but feel elated. One hundred thousand yen was his monthly expense, and to earn it just by standing for ten minutes was too good to be true.

A few minutes after Lin Chuan left, a series of pushing forces came from the manhole cover.

The sumo wrestler felt the force, but he pressed down firmly, knowing that if the cover was opened, the one hundred thousand yen would fly away just like a duck that's been cooked. So, he pressed down hard. Below the cover, several men tried to push up, but no matter how much effort they put in, the cover seemed to be locked in place and wouldn't budge.

"Damn it, open fire!" shouted one of the men.

Rat-a-tat...

Suddenly, a flurry of bullets rained down on the manhole cover.

However, the Japanese craftsmanship was so solid that the intense gunfire didn't seem to affect the cover at all.

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