Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 549 - 364: Which Fool Dares Court Death?

In Tokyo, lights illuminated an office building belonging to the Hatoyama Clan, where Japanese Congress member Hatoyama Kiichi was still dealing with business matters.

Though now 48 years old, he showed ample enthusiasm in his work, not only busy with public affairs in Tokyo’s election district but also making decisions on many major issues for the Hatoyama Clan.

Nevertheless, he thrived on it. As he stated in media interviews, 48 is the age for making a breakthrough.

This guy not only has ambition but also possesses a decisive and ruthless personality, even treating himself with the same severity.

Not long ago, his father—former Japanese leader Hatoyama Norio—had taken a trip to Huaxia and publicly expressed some opinions, creating a massive uproar domestically in Japan, with many calling him a traitor.

Upon learning the news, Hatoyama Kiichi immediately severed ties with his father to avoid being influenced, even held a press conference to declare his ignorance of the matter, publicly ending their father-son relationship.

This shows that although he has entered the political arena not long ago, growing up in such a political family, he has already become a qualified politician who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

"Ring ring ring!"

Just as Hatoyama Kiichi was looking down at the documents, the phone on the table rang. He glanced at the caller ID on the screen and walked to the window to answer the call.

"Big brother, I’m in trouble over here..."

As soon as the call connected, Hatoyama Yuchi on the other end poured out the events that had just occurred and added, "He wants to reclaim those two swords, or else he’ll dump my warehouse goods into the sea."

"Baka!" Hatoyama Kiichi gripped his phone tightly; the neon lights outside casting sinister shadows on his face. "Have him take the call!"

An outsider daringly challenged the Hatoyama Clan in Japan—unforgivable!

Though his role now is just that of a congress member, he speaks more authoritatively than the leader of the Democratic Party after taking over the political resources left by the Hatoyama family over generations.

So which fool has come courting death?

In a villa in Capital City, Qi Yun merely glanced at the phone Hatoyama Yuchi handed over and didn’t even raise a hand to take it, his lips curling into a cold smile: "I think you still haven’t grasped the situation."

With that, he turned to instruct Brother Quan, "Dump half of his goods first."

Brother Quan immediately took out his phone, called the team at the warehouse, and pressed the speaker button; his voice echoed clearly through the yard: "Dump half of the warehouse’s flour into the sea."

The response came from the other end, along with the sound of wooden planks being pried open.

This noise stabbed like a dull knife in Hatoyama Yuchi’s heart: "No! Please don’t be reckless!"

Two tons of goods, even half would cost billions, his heart was practically bleeding.

Yet Qi Yun paid no heed to his cries, checked the time on his watch, and remained calm: "From Tokyo to here takes about four hours. I’ll wait here until midnight."

"If by then I haven’t received what’s rightfully mine, not only will your goods disappear, but you’ll pay a terrible price too."

After saying this, he took out his phone, editing messages while walking towards the pavilion.

"Xiao Wu, go catch Yamamoto Ichiro."

"Yes." Xiao Wu replied, striding toward the ninjas.

His footsteps were heavy, echoing dully on the bluestone slabs, each step felt like stepping on the ninjas’ hearts.

The ninjas across instinctively tightened their grips on their long swords but retreated half a step under Xiao Wu’s icy gaze.

The ferocity of this young man was still fresh in their minds; nobody dared to stop him hastily, especially since the target wasn’t Hatoyama Yuchi.

Yamamoto Ichiro, hiding at the back of the group, collapsed onto the ground, his back pressed tightly against the corridor post, his face white as paper.

Ever since he saw Qi Yun in the yard, an ominous premonition filled his heart.

Secretly guarding Hatoyama Yuchi and others in front of him was his final shred of hope, praying that Qi Yun would forget about his minor role.

But now reality extinguished all his fantasies.

As Xiao Wu walked toward him, he trembled uncontrollably, muttering "don’t come over," hands pushing against the ground trying to move back but barely moved an inch due to weak legs.

Xiao Wu reached Yamamoto Ichiro without hindrance, ignoring his shouts, grabbed his collar expressionlessly like lifting a chick.

With feet off the ground, Yamamoto Ichiro waved his arms in fear, only to have his wrist clamped firmly by Xiao Wu’s other hand, unable to move.

"Bring him over." Qi Yun, seated on the stone bench in the pavilion, having just finished editing the message, gestured at Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu carried Yamamoto Ichiro towards the pavilion, deliberately pausing when passing by Hatoyama Yuchi.

Hatoyama Yuchi looked at the terrified Yamamoto Ichiro, and recalling Qi Yun’s "terrible price" statement, his heart sank to the bottom; he wasn’t so sure Qi Yun wouldn’t harm him now.

He knew well this tactic from Huaxia called "Knocking the Mountain to Shake the Tiger," if he couldn’t get the items, he’d be the next in trouble.

"Bang!"

Xiao Wu threw Yamamoto Ichiro onto the floor before Qi Yun, causing him to whimper in pain, almost passing out.

Yet he couldn’t care about the pain, hurriedly got up from the ground, knees kneeling before Qi Yun, repeatedly bowing his head.

"Mr. Qi... I... I shouldn’t have stolen your things, I know I was wrong, please forgive my foolishness."

Yamamoto Ichiro’s forehead kept hitting the bluestone slabs, he seemed determined, soon blood stained the floor, yet he continued bowing, repeating pleas.

Initially believing Hatoyama Yuchi could protect him, he saw firsthand even the latter was controlled by Qi Yun, leaving him utterly terrified, only survival instinct remained.

Qi Yun sat on the stone bench, cigarette in hand, not lifting an eyelid, watching Yamamoto Ichiro’s continuous bowing impassively.

Until the blood stained his shoe, he slowly spoke: "You don’t know you’re wrong, you just know you’re about to die."

His voice chilled Yamamoto Ichiro, dropping him into an icy abyss.

"I... I truly know I’m wrong! Mr. Qi!" Yamamoto Ichiro’s voice quivered and was tearful, teeth chattering, "I shouldn’t have been greedy, stealing your treasure, please, for my previous service, grant me a chance!"

"Did I not pay you for your service?" Qi Yun sneered; his rewards previously far exceeded market prices.

He could accept errors but not betrayal.

"Throw him out, hand him over to the people outside."