The next day, the atmosphere in Xijing City became immediately tense. Although ordinary citizens were unaware of what had occurred, it didn’t mean the privileged classes were equally ignorant. One must understand that for any powerful family to survive for centuries, there’s always a reason. Each family had spies embedded within rival families, and nothing could remain hidden forever.
These families were speculating about which family had taken action, worried about the hidden strength of the family responsible. After all, the target was truly the top family in Xijing. This could be clearly seen from the territory they controlled. Any family daring to strike against the number one family must possess a strength no one could easily estimate.
Even the visible strength of Nakajima Yasushi alone was enough to make these families envious. When had a Nakajima family appeared domestically? Could it be… every family was secretly investigating. Although it was said that the top family’s experts were absent at that time, those guards who could enter the top family’s ancestral home—were any of them ordinary? While secretly rejoicing at the loss of so many experts from the top family, these families were also mobilizing forces and strengthening defenses, as no one wished to be attacked by another family.
These covert actions by the various families also alarmed the Hejin family. In fact, the news of their ancestral home being attacked had originally been intentionally leaked by them. Their original plan was to observe which family would secretly increase its vigilance after hearing the news, indicating that family had something to hide and was preparing for retaliation. However, now every family was secretly on guard, making it difficult for the Hejin family to determine the culprit. Even though the Hejin family was the top family in Xijing, they couldn’t handle so many families at once. They could only strengthen their own precautions. Xijing remained peaceful—for now.
“Hey, Claire, have you missed me? How’s little Lepi doing?” Mu Lin was chatting leisurely with Claire.
“My dear, of course I’ve missed you. It’s been so long. You originally said you’d only be gone a month or so, but now it’s already been four months. Aren’t you coming back soon?” Claire asked softly.
“Probably soon. I still haven’t gathered all the materials I need. The prices here are all artificially set and way too high. I think the prices will drop soon. Once I’ve collected all the materials, I’ll come home. You know how hard it is to find good materials these days, and we aren’t strong enough yet. So baby, wait patiently a little longer, and I’ll be back home!” Mu Lin gently reassured her. This time, the women at home all wanted to speak with Mu Lin after hearing his voice on the phone. By the time they were done, it was already deep into the night.
Mu Lin and Claire were both experienced individuals. They used coded language during their call, knowing that every international call would be monitored during this sensitive period. If they weren’t careful, it could cause future troubles.
During the day, Mu Lin wandered around the streets. He noticed that there were even fewer pedestrians than usual, and both the police and the Self-Defense Forces had increased their patrols. If he acted during the day, he would quickly be discovered. Therefore, he decided to operate only at night.
Now it was deep into the night, and Mu Lin had already left his room. This time, he chose to target the weakest family in Xijing. During the day, he had selected a nearby hotel to stay at, making it convenient for his nighttime activities.
The history of this country was short, so they desperately tried to learn from foreign civilizations, especially their close neighbor China, which became their main model. The influence of a powerful China had deeply imprinted itself into their bones. From writing to clothing, food, housing, and transportation, one could find traces of Chinese civilization in every aspect.
These yakuza families were no exception. The larger the family, the more they tried to imitate. In the expensive city of Xijing, they would find a few plots of land to build villas, construct artificial hills, and create gardens to show off their refinement and culture.
The next day, the atmosphere in Xijing City suddenly became tense. While ordinary citizens were unaware of what was happening, the privileged classes certainly knew. Every aristocratic family that had survived for centuries had its own reasons for enduring. Each family had spies planted in others, ensuring that nothing could remain hidden forever.
These families speculated about which family was behind the recent events, all the while worrying about the hidden power of the perpetrator. After all, the target was the true top family in Xijing—a fact evident from the territory they controlled. Who would dare to underestimate a family bold enough to challenge the first family?
Just the visible strength of the Nakajima family alone was enough to make these families envious. When had a Nakajima family emerged domestically? Could it be…? Each family quietly investigated. Although the top family’s elite forces were absent at the time, the guards who could enter the ancestral residence were no ordinary fighters. While these families secretly rejoiced at the heavy losses suffered by the first family, they also discreetly reinforced their own defenses, wary of potential surprise attacks from rivals.
The covert movements of these families unsettled the Kawazu family as well. The news of the attack on their ancestral home had been deliberately leaked—their intention was to observe which family would quietly bolster its defenses the next day, indicating guilt and preparation for retaliation. But now, every family was taking precautions, leaving the Kawazu family uncertain. Facing so many families at once was beyond even the Kawazu family’s capacity as Xijing’s top power. They, too, had no choice but to quietly strengthen their own security. Xijing remained peaceful—for now.
“Hey, Claire, did you miss me? How’s the little troublemaker doing?” Mu Lin was leisurely chatting with Claire over the phone.
“Of course I missed you! You said you’d only be gone for a month or so, but it’s already been four months. Aren’t you coming back yet?” Claire asked softly.
“Almost. I still need to gather some materials. The market prices here are still uniform and unreasonably high. I expect them to drop soon, and once I collect everything, I’ll come home. You know how rare good materials are these days—we don’t have the resources yet. So, sweetheart, just wait a little longer, and I’ll be back!” Mu Lin reassured her gently.
Soon, the other women in the household heard Mu Lin’s voice and each wanted to speak with him. By the time the calls ended, it was already late at night.
Both Mu Lin and Claire were worldly-wise, using coded language in their conversations. They knew that in these extraordinary times, every overseas call was monitored. Carelessness could lead to future trouble.
During the day, Mu Lin had wandered the streets and noticed fewer pedestrians than usual. The police and self-defense forces had also heightened their vigilance. If he continued working during the day, he’d quickly be cornered. So, he decided to operate only at night.
Now, deep into the night, Mu Lin slipped out of his room. This time, he targeted one of Xijing’s weakest families. During the day, he had scouted the area and chosen a nearby hotel for convenience.
Japan’s civilization was relatively young, so its people had eagerly absorbed foreign cultures, especially that of neighboring China. The influence of China’s golden age was deeply ingrained in their way of life—from language to daily customs, traces of Chinese heritage were everywhere.
The underworld families were no exception. The larger the family, the more they flaunted their sophistication in Xijing’s land-scarce environment—building villas, artificial mountains, and elaborate gardens to showcase their refinement.
The Sanro-kai, Mu Lin’s current target, wasn’t powerful enough for a villa. Instead, they had constructed a twelve-story building as their headquarters, centralizing their operations. This very feature made them Mu Lin’s first choice for elimination.
Silently reaching the rooftop, Mu Lin observed the Sanro-kai’s tight security—multiple sentries, both overt and covert. Crushing an invisibility talisman in his hand, he stealthily moved to the center, planning to eliminate them one by one from the inside out.
He quickly dispatched the guards and worked his way down floor by floor. In this era of instant communication, starting from the ground floor was too risky—any alarm raised would alert other gangs, complicating future operations.
After finishing the job, Mu Lin extracted more shocking information from the Sanro-kai leader’s mind. Feeling it would be a waste not to take some reward, he looted the basement. Midway, police sirens blared outside, puzzling Mu Lin. He had ensured no leaks—how had the authorities arrived so quickly?
Before the police could search the basement, Mu Lin had already cleared it out completely. He then teleported back to his room.
Peering out the hotel window, he saw self-defense force helicopters circling overhead. Shaking his head, Mu Lin marveled at their speed. Without teleportation, he would’ve been trapped—and exposed. How had they managed this? His curiosity piqued, he resolved to uncover the truth.
By dawn, every family had learned of the Sanro-kai’s annihilation. While other families could have achieved this, it would’ve cost them dearly. The general consensus pointed to Xijing’s top powers—the Kawazu and Mitsui families—as the only ones capable of such a feat without detection. Yet both publicly denied any conflict with the Sanro-kai, let alone their destruction, and confirmed no losses among their own ranks.
But rival gangs dismissed these explanations. Survival demanded resistance—and so, the war began.
The next day, the atmosphere in Xijing City suddenly became tense. While ordinary citizens were unaware of what was happening, the privileged class certainly knew. After all, every aristocratic family that had survived for centuries had its own reasons for enduring. Each family had spies planted in rival factions, ensuring that nothing could remain hidden forever.
These families speculated about which clan was behind the recent events, growing uneasy over the hidden power of the perpetrator. The target had been the true leading family of Xijing—their dominance evident from the territories they controlled. Whoever dared to strike at the top family must possess formidable strength, making it unwise for others to underestimate them.
Just the visible power of Nakajima Yasushi alone was enough to make these families envious. When had a Nakajima family emerged within the country? Could it be…? Each clan quietly investigated. Although the top family’s elite forces had been absent at the time, the guards stationed at their ancestral residence were no ordinary fighters. While these families secretly rejoiced over the heavy losses suffered by the leading clan, they also discreetly reinforced their own defenses, wary of potential ambushes from rivals.
The covert movements of these factions unsettled the Kawazu family as well. They had deliberately leaked news of the attack on their ancestral home, hoping to see which family would heighten their security in response—a sure sign of guilt and fear of retaliation. But now, every family was fortifying their defenses, leaving the Kawazu clan uncertain. Facing so many adversaries at once was beyond even Xijing’s top family’s capacity. With no other choice, they too strengthened their own security.
**”Xijing remains at peace—for now.”**
—
“Hey, Claire, did you miss me? How’s the little troublemaker doing?” Mu Lin spoke leisurely over the phone.
“Of course I missed you! You said you’d only be gone for a month, but it’s already been four. Aren’t you coming back soon?” Claire’s voice was soft and tender.
“Almost. I still need to gather some materials. The market prices here are still inflated, but I expect them to drop soon. Once I’ve collected everything, I’ll come home. You know how rare high-quality materials are these days—we don’t have the resources to compete with the big players. Just be patient a little longer, and I’ll be back!” Mu Lin reassured her gently.
Soon, the other women in the household heard his voice and each took turns speaking with him. By the time the calls ended, it was already late at night.
Both Mu Lin and Claire were seasoned enough to use coded language during their conversation. They knew that in these tense times, every overseas call was monitored. A single slip could lead to future complications.
—
During the day, Mu Lin had wandered the streets and noticed fewer pedestrians than usual. Police and Self-Defense Forces had also tightened security. If he continued operating in daylight, he’d quickly be cornered. So he decided to act only at night.
Now, deep into the night, Mu Lin slipped out of his room. This time, he targeted one of Xijing’s weakest factions. He had even booked a nearby hotel earlier in the day to facilitate his nighttime operation.
Japan’s civilization was relatively young, leading its people to voraciously absorb foreign influences—especially from neighboring China. The imprint of China’s golden age was deeply embedded in their culture, from language to daily customs.
The underworld families were no exception. The more powerful clans, eager to flaunt their sophistication, carved out estates in Xijing’s prime real estate, building villas with artificial mountains and elaborate gardens to mimic aristocratic refinement.
The Sanro-kai, Mu Lin’s current target, lacked the resources for such extravagance. Instead, they had constructed a twelve-story building as their headquarters—a practical choice for centralized control. And that was precisely why Mu Lin had chosen them first.
Silently reaching the rooftop, Mu Lin observed the Sanro-kai’s vigilance: multiple sentries, both overt and covert, guarded the area. Crushing an invisibility talisman in his hand, he slipped into the center, preparing to eliminate them one by one from the inside out.
He swiftly dispatched the guards and worked his way down floor by floor. In this era of instant communication, starting from the ground floor was too risky—if any alarm was raised, other gangs would learn of his solo operation, complicating future moves.
After finishing the job, Mu Lin extracted additional intelligence from the Sanro-kai leader’s mind—information that shocked him. But since the work was done, he felt it only fair to take some compensation.
As he was looting the basement, police sirens blared outside. Puzzled, Mu Lin couldn’t fathom how the authorities had arrived so quickly—he had ensured no messages escaped.
Before the police could search the basement, Mu Lin had already cleared it out completely. With a teleportation spell, he vanished back to his hotel room.
Peering out the window, he saw Self-Defense Force helicopters circling overhead. He shook his head—had he not mastered teleportation, he would have been trapped inside, exposing himself completely.
**How had they reacted so fast?**
His curiosity piqued, Mu Lin resolved to uncover the truth.
—
By dawn, every family had received news of the Sanro-kai’s annihilation. While other factions could have wiped them out, it would have come at a heavy cost. The general consensus was that only the Kawazu and Mitsui families—Xijing’s top powers—could have pulled it off undetected.
Yet both clans publicly denied any involvement, insisting they had no conflict with the Sanro-kai and no reason to eliminate them. Their core forces remained intact, suffering no losses.
But the underworld wasn’t buying it.
For survival, they had to fight back.
**The war had finally begun.**
Soon, Mu Lin had eliminated these posts and began working his way down from the top floor. In this era of advanced information, he dared not start from the lower floors. If someone discovered the commotion and sent out a message, revealing that he was alone, it would greatly hinder his future operations.
The next day, the atmosphere in Xijing City suddenly became tense. While ordinary citizens were unaware of what was happening, the privileged class certainly knew. After all, every aristocratic family that had survived for centuries had its own reasons for enduring. Each family had spies planted in others, ensuring that nothing could remain hidden forever.
These families speculated about which one was responsible for the recent events, all the while worrying about the hidden power of the perpetrator. After all, the target was the true top family in Xijing—a fact evident from the territories they controlled. Who would dare to underestimate a family bold enough to challenge the first family?
Just the visible strength of Nakajima Yasushi alone was enough to make these families envious. When had a Nakajima family emerged domestically? Could it be…? Each family quietly investigated. Although the top family’s elite forces were absent at the time, none of the guards who could enter their ancestral residence were weak. While these families secretly rejoiced at the heavy losses suffered by the first family, they also discreetly reinforced their own defenses, wary of potential surprise attacks from rivals.
The covert movements of these families unsettled the Kawazu family as well. The news of the attack on their ancestral home had been deliberately leaked by them. Their plan was to observe which family would quietly bolster its defenses the next day—a sure sign of guilt and preparation for retaliation. But now, every family was taking precautions, leaving the Kawazu family uncertain. Facing so many families at once was beyond even the Kawazu family’s capacity, despite their status as Xijing’s top family. They, too, had no choice but to strengthen their own security. Xijing remained peaceful—for now.
“Hey, Claire, did you miss me? How’s the little rascal doing?” Mu Lin was leisurely chatting with Claire over the phone.
“Of course, darling. It’s been so long. You originally said you’d only be gone for a month or so, but it’s already been four. Aren’t you coming back yet?” Claire asked softly.
“Almost. I still need to gather a few more materials. The market prices here are still uniform and unreasonably high. I expect they’ll drop soon, and once I’ve collected everything, I’ll come home. You know how rare good materials are these days—we don’t have the resources yet. So, my love, just be patient a little longer, and I’ll be back!” Mu Lin reassured her gently.
Soon, the other women in the household heard Mu Lin’s voice and each wanted to speak with him. By the time the calls ended, it was already late at night.
Both Mu Lin and Claire were worldly-wise. They used coded language in their conversation, aware that in these extraordinary times, every overseas call was monitored. Carelessness could lead to future trouble.
During the day, Mu Lin had wandered the streets and noticed fewer pedestrians than usual. The police and self-defense forces had also heightened their vigilance. If he continued operating during daylight, he’d quickly be cornered. So, he decided to work only at night.
Now, deep into the night, Mu Lin slipped out of his room. This time, he targeted a minor family in Xijing, having scouted the area earlier and booked a nearby hotel for convenience.
Japan’s civilization was relatively young, so its people had eagerly absorbed foreign cultures, especially that of neighboring China. The influence of China’s golden age was deeply ingrained in their way of life—from language to daily customs, traces of Chinese heritage were everywhere.
The underworld families were no exception. The more powerful ones, considering themselves superior, carved out prime real estate in Xijing to build villas, artificial mountains, and gardens, flaunting their refinement.
The Sanro-kai, Mu Lin’s current target, wasn’t influential enough for such luxuries. Instead, they had constructed a twelve-story building as their headquarters, centralizing their operations. This very feature made them Mu Lin’s first choice for elimination.
Silently reaching the rooftop, Mu Lin observed the Sanro-kai’s vigilance—multiple sentries, both overt and covert, were stationed there. Crushing an invisibility talisman in his hand, he slipped to the center, planning to eliminate them one by one from the inside out.
Swiftly dispatching the guards, Mu Lin descended floor by floor. In this era of instant communication, starting from the ground floor was too risky—any alarm raised would alert other gangs, complicating future operations.
After finishing the job, Mu Lin extracted more shocking intel from the Sanro-kai leader’s mind. Feeling it would be a waste not to take some spoils, he began looting the basement. Midway, police sirens blared outside, puzzling Mu Lin. He had ensured no leaks—how had the authorities arrived so quickly?
Before the police could search the basement, Mu Lin had already cleared it out completely. He then teleported back to his room.
Peering out the hotel window, he saw self-defense force helicopters circling overhead. Shaking his head, he marveled at their speed. Without teleportation, he’d have been trapped—and exposed. How had they managed this? His curiosity piqued, Mu Lin resolved to uncover the truth.
By dawn, news of the Sanro-kai’s annihilation had spread. While other families could have achieved this, it would have cost them dearly. The general consensus pointed to only the Kawazu and Mitsui families as capable of such a feat without detection. Yet both publicly denied any conflict with the Sanro-kai, let alone their destruction, emphasizing their intact manpower.
No one believed these explanations. For survival, resistance was necessary—and thus, the war began.
Before the police could search the basement, Mu Lin had already finished looting it, leaving nothing behind. Then he teleported back to his room.
Looking out the hotel window, he saw Self-Defense Force aircraft circling in the sky. Mu Lin couldn’t help shaking his head. These people were indeed fast. If he couldn’t teleport, he might have been trapped inside. Then he would have been completely exposed to them. How had they managed this? Curiosity arose in Mu Lin’s heart—he must find out.
The next day, the atmosphere in Xijing City suddenly became tense. Although ordinary citizens were unaware of what was happening, the privileged class certainly knew. Every aristocratic family that had survived for centuries had its own reasons for enduring. Each family had spies planted in rival families, ensuring that nothing could remain hidden forever.
These families speculated about which family was behind the recent events, all while worrying about the hidden strength of the perpetrator. After all, the target was the undisputed top family in Xijing—a fact evident from the territories they controlled. Who would dare to underestimate a family bold enough to challenge the first family?
Even the visible power of Nakajima Yasushi was enough to make these families envious. When had a Nakajima family emerged in the country? Could it be…? Each family quietly investigated. Although the top family’s elite forces were absent at the time, none of the guards stationed at their ancestral residence were weak. While these families secretly rejoiced at the heavy losses suffered by the first family, they also quietly reinforced their defenses, wary of potential surprise attacks from rivals.
The covert movements of these families unsettled the Kawazu family as well. The news of the attack on their ancestral home had been deliberately leaked by them. Their plan was to observe which family would heighten its defenses the next day—a sure sign of guilt and preparation for retaliation. But now, every family was quietly fortifying itself, leaving the Kawazu family uncertain. Facing so many families at once was beyond even the Kawazu family’s capabilities, despite their status as Xijing’s top family. They, too, had no choice but to quietly strengthen their own defenses.
**Xijing remained peaceful—for now.**
“Hey, Claire, did you miss me? How’s the little troublemaker doing?” Mu Lin was leisurely chatting with Claire over the phone.
“Of course I missed you! You said you’d only be gone for a month or so, but it’s already been four months. Aren’t you coming back soon?” Claire asked softly.
“Almost. I still need to gather some materials. The market prices here are still uniform and unreasonably high. I think they’ll drop soon, and once I collect everything, I’ll come home. You know how rare good materials are these days—we don’t have the resources to compete yet. So, my love, just wait a little longer, and I’ll be back!” Mu Lin reassured her gently.
Soon, the other women in the household heard Mu Lin’s voice and each wanted to speak with him. By the time the calls ended, it was already late at night.
Both Mu Lin and Claire were seasoned enough to use coded language in their conversation. They knew that in these tense times, every overseas call was monitored. Carelessness could lead to future trouble.
During the day, Mu Lin had wandered the streets and noticed fewer pedestrians than usual. The police and Self-Defense Forces had also tightened security. If he continued working during the day, he’d quickly be cornered. So, he decided to operate only at night.
Now, deep into the night, Mu Lin slipped out of his room. This time, he targeted one of Xijing’s weakest families. During the day, he had scouted the area and checked into a nearby hotel to facilitate his nighttime activities.
Japan’s civilization was relatively young, so its people had eagerly absorbed foreign influences—especially from neighboring China. The imprint of China’s golden age was deeply ingrained in their culture, from language to daily life.
The underworld families were no exception. The larger the family, the more they sought to flaunt their sophistication in Xijing’s prime real estate—building villas, artificial hills, and elaborate gardens to mimic aristocratic refinement.
The Sanro-kai, Mu Lin’s current target, wasn’t powerful enough to afford a villa. Instead, they had constructed a twelve-story building as their headquarters, which made it easier to centralize and manage their members. This very feature made them Mu Lin’s first choice for elimination.
Silently reaching the rooftop, Mu Lin hid in the shadows and observed the Sanro-kai’s vigilance—they had even stationed multiple sentries on the roof, both visible and hidden. Crushing an invisibility talisman in his hand, Mu Lin moved stealthily to the center, preparing to eliminate them one by one from the inside out.
He swiftly took out the guards and began descending floor by floor. In this era of instant communication, Mu Lin couldn’t risk starting from the ground floor. If the gang detected his presence and alerted others, revealing that he was acting alone, it would complicate future operations.
After finishing off everyone inside, Mu Lin extracted additional information from the Sanro-kai leader’s mind—details that shocked him. But since the job was done, he felt it would be a shame not to take some rewards. As he was looting the basement halfway through, police sirens blared outside.
This puzzled Mu Lin. He had ensured no messages escaped—so how had the police arrived so quickly? Before they could search the basement, Mu Lin had already cleared it out completely, leaving nothing behind. Then, he teleported back to his room.
Peering out the hotel window, he saw Self-Defense Force helicopters circling overhead. Mu Lin shook his head—these people were fast. If not for his teleportation ability, he would’ve been trapped inside, fully exposed. How had they managed this? His curiosity piqued, Mu Lin resolved to uncover the truth.
By dawn, every family had received news of the Sanro-kai’s annihilation. While other families could have wiped them out, it would’ve come at a heavy cost. The general consensus was that only the Kawazu and Mitsui families—Xijing’s top two—could have pulled this off without detection.
Yet both families publicly denied any conflict with the Sanro-kai, let alone involvement in their destruction. Besides, their key members were all accounted for, with no losses.
But the other gangs didn’t buy these explanations. For their own survival, they had to fight back.
**The war had finally begun.**
However, the other gangs didn’t believe this explanation at all. For their own survival, they needed to resist. The war had finally begun.
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