Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 548 - 363: Submission

The scene in the courtyard shocked everyone present, including Brother Quan and his men, who looked at Xiao Wu with a different gaze.

Qi Yun’s hand holding the cigarette also stopped mid-air, his eyes full of astonishment.

He had thought Xiao Wu would be fierce, but not to this extent!

"Clip clop, clip clop."

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the ground arose. Qi Yun looked up and saw several people coming from the back courtyard at the end of the corridor, including Hatoyama Yuchi and Yamamoto Ichiro!

Hatoyama Yuchi was surrounded by several ninjas as he arrived closer. Upon seeing his men lying crisscrossed on the ground, especially one ninja in a miserable state, his face turned dark enough to drip water, eyes brimming with murderous intent.

"It’s...it’s Qi Yun," Yamamoto Ichiro stammered from the back.

From the moment he saw Qi Yun, he finally realized the magnitude of the trouble he was in.

"Baka!" Hatoyama Yuchi suddenly clenched his fist, pulled out a handgun from his back, and aimed to fire at Qi Yun’s group, "Kill them all for me!"

However, just as he uttered these words, his arm merely lifted halfway when a "bang!" echoed through the courtyard.

The ferocity on Hatoyama Yuchi’s face had not yet faded when he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The handgun dropped to the ground with a clang, blood dripping down his hand.

Startled, he looked up to find Brother Quan had already drawn his handgun, and it was precisely Brother Quan who had shot his wrist.

"Baka!"

A number of ninjas around shouted and drew their swords, ready to charge forward.

"Swish swish swish!"

Several companions beside Qi Yun simultaneously raised their guns, fingers on the triggers, ready to open fire at any moment.

The dark gun barrels pointed uniformly at the charging ninjas, causing them to freeze instantly.

The ninjas indeed had peculiar movement skills, capable of evading bullets to an extent.

With one gun, they could attempt to dodge, but now there were nine guns!

Apart from Brother Quan, each of the other four teammates held a gun in each hand, providing a covering fire that was impossible to evade.

The scene suddenly reached a stalemate, and even the air felt heavy.

Qi Yun dropped the cigarette butt to the ground, extinguished it, and only then looked at Hatoyama Yuchi, slowly saying, "Hand over my things. You should know what I’m talking about."

Hatoyama Yuchi didn’t show much fear, clutching the wrist that got shot, staring at Qi Yun with a livid expression, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Qi Yun’s face remained expressionless, replying indifferently, "No need to threaten me. If I feared your threats, I wouldn’t have come here."

Hatoyama Yuchi found himself speechless, his face looking even uglier, his eyes full of undisguised aggression.

Being the representative of the Hatoyama Clan in the Capital City, calling himself the underground emperor of the Capital City wasn’t an exaggeration. He had never been underestimated like this before.

"Fine! Not fearing threats, are you? Do you think bringing a few people and guns allows you to desecrate the Hatoyama family?"

"You will pay for your ignorance!" Hatoyama Yuchi sneered coldly, arrogant even in this situation, he didn’t believe Qi Yun dared to kill him.

Qi Yun detested arrogant individuals and promptly gestured at Brother Quan.

The latter pressed his finger on the trigger again and fired.

"Bang bang!" Two gunshots rang out consecutively.

As bullets flew, a ninja shielded Hatoyama Yuchi, the bullets piercing the air into the ninja’s calf.

Brother Quan planned to shoot Hatoyama Yuchi’s knee, but was obstructed by this guy.

To be fair, these ninjas were indeed loyal, even faced with life-threatening danger, none retreated.

The ninja hit in the calf grunted, knees hitting the ground, blood oozing instantly, trickling down his pants.

Hatoyama Yuchi’s eyes blazed, as if trying to kill Qi Yun with his gaze, shocked by such audacity from Qi Yun’s group.

"Though you’re with the Hatoyama Clan, you don’t represent them."

In a calm tone, Qi Yun raised his watch to check the time, and continued, "I’ll give you two minutes to decide, either hand over my things or I’ll have those two tons of flour in the dock warehouse dumped into the sea."

"If you don’t believe me, you can call your men to check."

Flour?!

Hatoyama Yuchi heard this word, pupils constricting, his fiery gaze replaced by shock.

How could he know where the goods were hidden?!

Seeing Qi Yun’s confident demeanor, Hatoyama Yuchi grew anxious, immediately pulling out his cellphone, apologizing to his men. But the voice speaking on the other end was a Huaxia person...

This sank his heart.

The two tons of flour were his supply for the next month. If Qi Yun dumped them, not only would his investment of several billion yen go to waste, but his market grip in the Capital City could collapse.

Because flour is a lucrative trade, and he’s not the only one in on it. Major syndicates with connections are dividing this market.

Though the Hatoyama Clan is formidable, it barely intimidates against massive profits.

Once lost, reclaiming the market is tough, with consequences leading to unmeasurable losses.

As he struggled with uncertainty, Qi Yun’s voice sounded again.

"You have one minute left."

Hatoyama Yuchi shot his head up, eyes bloodshot, arrogance gone, asking gravely, "Are you sure you want to be an enemy of the Hatoyama Clan?"

Qi Yun smirked coldly, "I’ve already said, you don’t represent the Hatoyama Clan. Call the police department if you don’t believe me, see if anyone comes to save you."

He glanced at his watch again, "But hurry, only half a minute left."

Hatoyama Yuchi, utterly baffled by Qi Yun’s words, couldn’t understand his meaning. The police department in the Capital City belongs to the Hatoyama Clan, how could they disregard him?

"3"

"2"

"1"

As Qi Yun finished the countdown, Brother Quan pulled out a phone, pressing the call button.

"Tell me your answer," Qi Yun asked Hatoyama Yuchi.

Hatoyama Yuchi scanned Qi Yun’s eyes, glanced at Brother Quan’s glowing phone, swallowed hard, "The thing you want isn’t here. I’ve already sent it to Tokyo, handed to Hatoyama Kiichi."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun’s eyes narrowed, not here?!

To discern if he was lying, he even attempted to gather intel.

Unfortunately, not everyone’s information is traceable...

After a moment’s silence, Qi Yun finally spoke, "Get him to call, immediately send my things back."