Many people have serious misunderstandings about the profession of "Jikaku".
Ignorant people will think that they are very beautiful, wandering in the streets and alleys, engaged in many gray area jobs, doing all kinds of evil, and being arrogant and domineering.
But in the eyes of old people like Fujiki, "yakuza" is a garbage profession that will inevitably disappear in the future, and it is also the weakest person at the bottom of this society.
Many people don't understand why the domineering, ferocious and cunning Yakuza are the weak ones.
The reason is simple, because from the day you become a Yakuza, it means that you will be much closer to death than ordinary people.
If the average life span of a normal person can reach seventy or eighty years, then the average life span of the Yakuza is around thirty or forty years at most.
Therefore, those who become the ultimate will die early. This is not an individual phenomenon, but a collective phenomenon.
There are very few examples of yakuza like Fujiki who can live to be in their forties and still run around outside. After all, his peers of the same era either died suddenly on the streets or were trapped in prison.
In nature, those who have no way to survive are naturally weak.
No matter how arrogant and domineering the members of the Yakuza may be, no matter how glorious they are, they are still just clowns dancing on the tip of a knife, and one day they will fall off.
When the Yakuza member's body rots in the stinky ditch, even the 80-year-old street sweeper next to him can dance on his body.
How could such a group of people be so powerful
If your life is gone, what is the use of money, beauty, and reputation
Therefore, in Fujiki's view, the Yakuza is a very promising profession, and most of the Yakuza members are weak people who can't sleep without using alcohol, drugs, women, etc. to numb themselves.
Of course, there are also a very small number of men here who practice the way of being a knight and are upright and upright Yakuza men, such as Kiryu Kazuma, the leader of the "Yakuza Team".
But even such a tough-blooded man was framed by an adulterer and imprisoned, with thirty years left in his sentence.
Thirty years is such an exaggerated time for a human being. It is still unknown whether Kiryu Kazuma can escape from prison with his life.
Dying in prison may be the ultimate fate, or even the best fate. After all, there is no need to die on the street or die without seeing the body.
This is the sorrow of the extreme, and it is also the necessity of the extreme.
"So sixteen years ago, on the day you were born, the team leader told me that he would never let his son become a Yakuza or follow a crooked path like his."
Having said this, Fujiki picked up the pipe and took a puff, and his eyes looked at Ryu Dou with warmth.
So that’s it, is that what it is
After listening to Fujiki's explanation, Ryuu Dou could only remain silent for a while, because he found that he did not understand the good intentions of his father and Fujiki at all.
From a very young age, his father had little contact with him, mainly because he did not want him to be involved in the world of the organization.
As the leader of such a huge organization, Kazuma Kiryu naturally knew that it would be very difficult for his son to take a normal path.
But no matter how difficult it is, even if there is only a one percent chance, he still hopes that his son can be an ordinary person who does not have to worry about dying at any time.
Therefore, he never accepted Ryū Dou's request to join the organization, and even forcibly sent Ryū Dou to attend the most famous "Metropolitan No. 1 High School" in Tokyo.
All of this is preparation for completely drawing a clear line with his son one day in the future.
For Kazuma Kiryu, who is not good at words, there is only so much he can do for his son.
Seeing Ryuu Dou's silence, Fujiki continued: "Sakata must know that he cannot deny this incident, but he will not wait for death and will definitely resist fiercely, so you must not be involved."
Fujiki is definitely aware of Sakata's smiling tiger style.
Even though this guy usually looks like a good old guy joking around, Fujiki has already heard about many of the things he does behind the scenes without telling the organization.
But even Fujiki didn't expect that Sakata's supporter would be the behemoth "Tenmu Group".
The "Sakata Group", which has the support of the "Tenmu Group", will definitely gather quickly today and establish a new branch.
In order to cover up the dirty things he had done, Sakata will most likely directly attack the headquarters of the "Yakuza Group" tonight and kill all the people inside.
Therefore, what will happen next is a bloody battle to the death, a true dark battlefield.
In this extreme situation, even Fujiki doesn't know if he can live to see the sun tomorrow.
Therefore, it was even more impossible for him to involve Ryū Dou. Otherwise, if something went wrong and the team leader's bloodline was cut off here, and they met again under Jiuquan in the past, Fujiki would not have the face to face the team leader.
After understanding everything, Long Dou nodded and said with a smile: "I understand."
"You finally understand, that's great."
Fujiki also felt relieved when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his rigid face.
After saying goodbye and leaving Fujiki's room, Ryuu Dou quickly went to a deserted corner, took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number he had just obtained not long ago.
"Didi, Didu. Hey, have you decided what you want me to do so quickly, young master?"
The moment the call was connected, a voice that sounded a little old but seemed to contain powerful power came from over there.
"Yeah. I want to ask you to help me kill someone."
"A person? What person?"
"Don't worry, he is the leader of the Ji Dao who will not hesitate to die. If he is left alone, hundreds of casualties will be caused because of him."
".Can."
"Then let's talk first and then I'll send you the location address later."
Didi. After hanging up the phone, Long Dou took a deep breath and walked towards a small warehouse outside his room.
Opening the side door of the warehouse, what appeared in Long Dou's eyes were the two brothers Ojiri and Jiri'o, as well as four figures who were tied with turtle shells and thrown to the ground.
"Master, you are back."
Seeing Ryuu Dou push the door open and enter, Brother Kameda immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to him.
"Manjiri, put on my clothes and sit in my room playing games. If someone knocks on the door, play this recording."
Immediately, Ryuu Dou threw the paper bag containing his clothes that he had just brought from the room, along with a small recorder, to the man.
"Leave me alone! It's making a lot of noise!" When Nanjiri pressed the play button on the recorder, what came out was such an irritable recording.
"Master, are you asking me to be your substitute?"
"That's right, Ojiri, you can be a stand-in in my room. Ojiri, go and deal with these three killers. As for this guy, leave it to me."
Looking at Yamamoto who was lying on the ground and looking at him with fearful eyes, Ryuu Dou slowly walked over and lifted the guy's head like a dog.
(End of chapter)