Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 555 - 370: No Way Out (Double - )

Capital City, Hatoyama Yuchi’s villa.

When Qi Yun received the message from Brother Quan’s side, his long-held anxiety finally eased a little.

He raised his wrist to check the time; it was already four in the morning. He then took out his phone and sent a message, subsequently standing up and ordering, "Let’s go, to the airport."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu and the others perked up, positioning themselves protectively around Qi Yun as they headed towards the door.

Outside the villa, Hatoyama Yuchi had just hung up the phone when he caught sight of Qi Yun walking out. He immediately shouted angrily, "Catch them!"

At his command, over ten of his own men, along with nearly twenty brought by Hatoyama Kiichi, all surrounded them, each holding weapons, blocking Qi Yun and his group’s path.

Qi Yun was aimed at by dozens of dark gun barrels. To say he wasn’t nervous would be a lie, but he remained extraordinarily calm in appearance because showing fear now could ruin everything.

He looked at Hatoyama Yuchi disdainfully, snorted coldly, "What? You think you’re capable now?"

Hatoyama Yuchi was so infuriated by Qi Yun’s contemptuous demeanor that he nearly bled. His spiteful gaze was fixed on Qi Yun, "You bastards from Z, none of you are leaving today!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun’s expression turned instantly grim, "You damned dog, have you learned nothing?" Then he gestured to Xiao Wu blocking in front, "Go, chop off both of his hands for me!"

"Click~"

As soon as Qi Yun gave the order, Hatoyama Yuchi’s people were ready, all cocking their guns, poised to open fire at any disagreement. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

With a blank expression, Xiao Wu ignored the threat posed by the guns and began to move step by step towards Hatoyama Yuchi’s position.

Just then, Ninja Hattori Kazuya seemed to appear out of nowhere, stood in front of Hatoyama Yuchi, and stared at Xiao Wu with a sinister glare.

The atmosphere on site immediately grew tense; Hatoyama Yuchi couldn’t understand where Qi Yun got his confidence from. Even if he arranged for a sniper, what could he do?

Could he possibly kill everyone instantly?

With dozens of guns on his side, they could still turn them into sieves.

"Roar~"

At that moment, the distant roar of engines suddenly came from afar, growing closer.

Two blinding beams of light pierced through the night, directly shining on Hatoyama Yuchi and his men’s faces, causing them to squint and raise their hands instinctively.

Soon, over ten black Land Rovers swiftly arrived, screeching to a halt at the gate.

Almost simultaneously, car doors swung open, and dozens of strong men wearing black suits jumped out, each gripping weapons, including submachine guns and automatics, instantly surrounding Hatoyama Yuchi’s men.

Hatoyama Yuchi’s people were stunned by the weapons aimed at them, unable to comprehend where this group suddenly emerged from.

Judging by the firepower, the two sides were not on the same level; if they really opened fire, then these people would be done for, forcing them all to shiver fearfully without daring to move.

Once these men in black suits controlled the situation, a business car rolled over and stopped. The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair stepped out.

He toyed with a skull-shaped ring in his hand, his gaze dark and sweeping across the crowd, finally resting on Qi Yun, immediately adopting a kind expression.

The newcomer was none other than Sato Yuichi, the head of the Kansai branch of the Sanokuzu.

He quickly approached Qi Yun, proactively extending his hand, speaking in an oddly accented Chinese, "Hello, Mr. Qi, I’m Sato Yuichi, here to take you away."

Qi Yun briefly shook hands with him; despite the smile on Sato Yuichi’s face now, he could still sense the presence of a gangster boss from him.

"Hello, Mr. Sato, sorry to trouble you."

He then glanced at the men in black suits, silently marveling at the power of these Japanese syndicates; it seemed the movies still painted too mild a picture.

"Mr. Qi, you’re too kind. It’s my honor to serve you."

Sato Yuichi turned and glanced at Hatoyama Yuchi, then gestured politely, "Mr. Qi, please."

"Sato Yuichi! Are you sure you want to meddle in the affairs of the Hatoyama family!?" Before Qi Yun could respond, Hatoyama Yuchi shouted from the crowd.

Sato Yuichi glanced at him and didn’t say a word.

This silent disregard was more humiliating to Hatoyama Yuchi than an outright reprimand.

"Please, Mr. Qi." Sato Yuichi spoke again.

Qi Yun also glanced at Hatoyama Yuchi, saying calmly, "No hurry, I still have a score to settle with him. Mr. Sato, would you mind waiting a moment?"

Sato Yuichi paused briefly, weighed his options for two seconds, then stepped aside, "Of course, Mr. Qi."

He nodded at his men, and the group of men in black suits instantly tightened their encirclement, gun barrels firmly locked onto Hatoyama Yuchi and his men, leaving no room for movement.

Hatoyama Yuchi felt a pang of unease, an intense sense of foreboding rising within him, "Sato Yuichi! Do you know what you’re doing!?"

Sato Yuichi ignored his questioning, directly pulled out a cigarette pack and lit one. Having made his choice, he wouldn’t hesitate further.

"Xiao Wu."

At Qi Yun’s soft command, Xiao Wu suddenly moved within the crowd.

Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, he flashed across the night like a shadow.

Hattori Kazuya standing in front of Hatoyama Yuchi narrowed his eyes, his long sword instantly unsheathed, cold light aimed straight at Xiao Wu’s face.